no one knows better than me

Zhuang Qingliu asked: "Who owns 'Just do it'?"

Mei Xiaohan looked at her meaningfully: "What do you think?"

"...Hahaha." Zhuang Qingliu laughed heartbroken in his heart, and turned his eyes around Mei Hualan's face, "Then what's wrong with 'convincing people with virtue'? It should be okay if you pull it out alone?"

"Well." Mei Xiaohan said, "Because there was an accident in the Mei family, and it was taken back by Hua Zhou simply and violently, and he never convinced others with virtue, but whenever someone seeks trouble, he is straightforward and rude. Convincing people with one stroke - so it would seem very ironic to use "conquer people with virtue."

"???" Zhuang Qingliu laughed like a dog, "Did I give the wrong co-author? I must have hoped that Mei Huari would have an open mind in a high position in the future, but I hoped that Mei Pan would be ostracized and cold-eyed by others, and not be silent about it. , but beat back roughly.”

"Come on, young master Zhuang, everyone knows your personality."

Mei Xiaohan drank the last sip of wine, turned the warm jade cup with floating flowers, threw it on the table and got up: "Let's go."

Mei Siji's voice echoed behind him: "Sigui, wake up, I'm leaving, don't sleep!"

This little bird doesn't know what kind of biological clock it has. It has been turning day and night upside down for the past few days.

Zhuang Qingliu suddenly turned around and stretched out his hands, rubbed her head and face wildly, and opened those blurred bird eyes three or two times, then let go as if nothing had happened, and walked away to Mei Hualan.

Mei Siji was dumbfounded.

They had just walked a few steps outside when they met a few people with high jade crowns on their heads and purple jade hanging on their waists. These people all looked calm and indifferent, and they also sat at the table and walked at the end, not crowded with others. However, his brows are full of contempt and arrogance—the last branch of the five sects, the Deng Linyu family.

According to legend, the ancestors of the Deng Lin Yu family were the queens of the emperors, so the relatives and children of this school have always worn purple jade on their waists and cloud patterns on their skirts, which looks very dignified.

"Senior Zhuang, don't look at it, these few people are actually not important figures in the Yu family, they were just randomly sent here to give a congratulatory gift."

Mei Xiaohan suddenly said in a low voice: "Their family has always been self-healing and noble, and everything is done to save face. This time, it is said that the suzerain of the family and a few celebrities were all injured due to the restlessness of the evil things a few days ago. , so I can’t come.”

Zhuang Qingliu said that she could see it. She was actually deeply impressed when she first read the book. Deng Linyu's is a very unique and proud sect, and it is indeed different from other schools.

Mei Xiaohan took a fan from someone, covered her face halfway, turned to the door and said, "Look carefully, in fact, Sect Master Lan was also seriously injured, it's just that all kinds of medicines should be gone these few days. Stop, now I barely recovered a [-]."

In the worlds of Xianmen, sometimes when encountering too powerful and vicious evil spirits, the small families in ordinary times would be unable to suppress them, so they would send them to the big families with closer relationships. Therefore, Lan's Immortal Mansion should have suppressed a lot of them, presumably Seven or eight days ago, the handling was also very thrilling.

"No, Young Master Zhuang, you don't know." Mei Xiaohan seemed to nod to an acquaintance who passed by, and then stepped out of the doorway, "Among all the families and celebrities, Sect Master Lan Songlan is the most disrespectful Living things hate this way very much. Whenever they hear about where they are born, they rush to subdue and suppress them no matter how far away. Therefore, in terms of numbers, most of the evil spirits are currently being suppressed in Lan's Immortal Mansion, so he The impact should be the heaviest."

oh?And this one?Zhuang Qingliu suddenly glanced at Lan Song who was seeing off the guests: "Why does he hate him so much? Do you have any explanation?"

"Well, I haven't heard much about it, it's not there for now." Mei Xiaohan put away the folding fan with a snap.

After leaving the main hall and going outside, the warm evening breeze blew past the ears, making people feel refreshed, Zhuang Qingliu didn't ask any questions, but looked at the tall figure in front of him who left first, and there was no fault finding.

After a while, she suddenly turned to the people around her without any warning: "Mei Pan, do you hate Zhu Heng?"

Mei Hualan turned her head and looked at her.

"You feel bad when you see her." Zhuang Qingliu also looked into her eyes, and paused, "I also talked a lot less, and I haven't made a sound for a long time."

Mei Hualan turned her gaze back from her face, lowered her head and walked quietly for a while: "Yes, I hate her very much."

After she finished speaking, a pair of hands suddenly clasped up from the night, slowly separated her five fingers, and tightly clasped them together with her palm.

"You like me, don't you?" Zhuang Qingliu's hand, which was warm enough to be just right, conveyed a hot temperature. He neither explored the reason nor asked further, but just shook his hand with Mei Hualan briskly, "Then use Like my mood, and squeeze away the hateful mood when you see her?"

Mei Hualan's light-colored eyes darkened silently in the night.

Zhuang Qingliu asked again: "Do you like Sigui?"

The emotions gathered in Mei Hualan's eyes and pupils seemed to relax a bit, but she still pursed her lips and replied, "...Naturally."

Zhuang Qingliu originally wanted to recruit Mei Hua Zhou, Mei Xiao Han and other people, but after thinking about it seriously, if it weren't for the fact that the surname Mei and the same blood flowed with Mei, Mei Hua Lan would not necessarily have an intersection with them. So forget it, just shamelessly said: "Then look at the people you like more, and don't give your eyes to Zhu Heng's dog."

I don't know why, although Mei Xiaohan and Mei Siji both gave eyes full of indescribable expressions, but after Mei Hualan was led slowly for a long time in the night, he really felt a real feeling of being held back. coax.

It's like when you obviously didn't expect it in your heart, but you were noticed and cared about your emotions. This kind of intention alone makes people feel indescribably moved.

The moment she walked out of the barrier of the Lan Family Immortal Mansion, Mei Hualan quietly clenched her hands in the darkness, tightening the two hands that were clasped together.

Zhuang Qingliu smiled lightly, looked at her softened side face, then cast her eyes around and looked around.

Just after the wedding banquet, there were disciples of the Lan family on the jade bridges all over the river to see off the guests and watch the night. It was very inappropriate to stand by the river and summon a lotus flower to speak.

I just want to collect a corpse for someone smoothly, why is it so difficult.

On the contrary, Lan's banquet dishes tonight are too delicate and flashy, and each dish only has one bite, so Zhuang Qingliu didn't have enough to eat at all, so after looking away from the Lan's children on the Yuqiao, he suggested: "First Find an inn and have another meal?"

Several people at the station were already familiar with her life philosophy of "eat and drink first, life and death second", and immediately passed it unanimously without objection, and transferred to a restaurant opened outside the moat of Lan's City.

Until she was seated, Mei Hualan still didn't let go of Zhuang Qingliu's hand. It was rare for Zhuang Qingliu to see her clingy by herself, so she immediately indulged and acquiesced, and just used one hand to "this, that, that" pile.

Then she looked up again, and there was one more person sitting across from her table.

"Uh... Little Sect Master Pei?" Zhuang Qingliu blinked.

Pei Yi: "It's me."

"I'm not asking whether it's true or not." Zhuang Qingliu said pragmatically, "But your family should still be busy, right? Shouldn't you rush back to preside over the affairs earlier? Is there still time for a meal at this time?"

"I'm not here to grab a meal." Pei Yi sat upright, with no waves in his tone or expression, "It's just that I have no background and qualifications in Pei's family. In fact, no one will convince me, so I don't have to rush back."

Except for Mei Sigui, who blinked wildly and didn't know if they understood, the rest of them cast a glance at Pei Yi's face.

Among the hundred schools of Xianmen, those who can establish themselves in the world are all leaders.But only when the ability and prestige of a clan sect increases, it will have the right to speak, and it will have more weight in discussions and resolutions.The same is true for individuals in sects.And obviously, Pei Yi was just an exception and was promoted to Xianfu by Pei Qi, and he didn't live there for two years, let alone have any prestige.

In other words, his current status is actually not high or low, which is very embarrassing. He needs to go out alone first, accumulate more qualifications and have more power to speak.On the other hand, the Pei family must be in chaos now.

Zhuang Qingliu sighed, turned over the cup at hand, poured him a cup of tea, and suggested: "I heard that the south has been very unstable recently, and there seems to be a feng shui resentful spirit, why don't you go and have a look?"

Pei Yi: "No."

Zhuang Qingliu: "..."

Are you talking less than Meihualan?

But Pei Yi is actually not a talkative person, he is just in a bad mood because of the recent smog at home and the doubts he has encountered outside.

Zhuang Qingliu straight to the point: "So why did you come to follow us?"

Pei Yi also made no secret of it: "Because there must be unrest around you."

? ?This means...she is a troublemaker.

Zhuang Qingliu: "...Are you a ghost?"

A little pissed.

She hadn't shown Mei Hualan's cold face to let the inexplicable ghost back away, and when she turned her head, there was another person on the table.

Zhuang Qingliu had no choice but to move his eyes away temporarily, and looked at the other person without a word: "Sect Master Lan, you were so drunk that you couldn't even tell the difference between Lihuabai and Haitangxue?"

Pei Yi also looked at Lan Song in surprise, and said honestly, "He just pretended to be drunk to avoid drinking."

Zhuang Qingliu nodded: "It can be seen that the two of you have a good relationship and share the same smell—but this is not a toilet, you two?"

Lan Song didn't feel drunk at all, staring at Zhuang Qingliu and said, "Master Zhuang, Mr. Duanzhu, I just saw you summoning Lianhua by the moat for questioning."

Zhuang Qingliu closed her eyelids casually, tapped her fingertips on the table a few times: "So?"

Lan Song's scrutinizing gaze fell directly from her face to the table, staring at Lan Shu's scroll, and said in a toneless tone: "I have heard about Pei's fairy in the painting, and everyone who went to the banquet also took it Carrying it with you, isn’t it for always appreciating it?”

Mei Hualan, who had been drinking tea lightly, finally put down her cup, raised her eyes and said calmly, "The ghost in the fairy in the painting originated from the ancient Xiang Kingdom. This trip is just to collect her bones by the way, and has nothing to do with anything else."

Lan Song's suspicious expression softened a little, and he nodded, "Since Duan Zhujun has spoken, I will naturally believe it. It's just that this is in my Lingbi realm, and these evil spirits are involved in the restlessness of the evil spirits a few days ago. I have to ask a few more questions—what do you mean by collecting the bones for her?"

"She doesn't want to stay in the painting anymore. Only by restraining her bones can she dissipate and reincarnate." Zhuang Qingliu replied.

A strange look flashed across Lan Song's face: "But Young Master Zhuang, the reason why there is the term reincarnation is because after death, one soul and two souls will dissipate, and the rest will be broken up and merged. Afterwards, I will enter the next round, that is to say, the reincarnated person is not the same person from the previous life, so it is still called reincarnation."

Zhuang Qingliu was not surprised, she just lowered her eyes and took a sip of tea. She naturally knew what the real so-called "reincarnation" meant - if you don't have to break up everything after death, then there is no real death in this world. Resurrection will do.

To die is to die, no more.

Lan Song stared at her expression, and his tone suddenly sank a little: "Young Master Zhuang, being generous to others is not a good thing and will not have good results, even if you have good intentions. So you want her to disappear completely, she knows Is it true?"

"So what about dissipating? What about staying in the painting?" Zhuang Qingliu just narrowed his eyes at him, and said seriously, "They are already dead, there is no difference."

"Or--"

Zhuang Qingliu's voice suddenly dropped a little, and he stared straight at Lan Song: "Sect Master Lan won't even allow them to dissipate, so he has to suppress them and torture them day and night, every minute and every second?"

Lan Song's face twisted slightly, then he got up suddenly and walked away.

The atmosphere suddenly froze up.

Pei Yi's very thick eyebrows were deeply frowned, and he sat upright for a while, then shook his head at Zhuang Qingliu and the others, and said in a low voice: "Brother Lan is not that kind of person, he is just because he was murdered by a jade spirit when he was young. However, I almost died because of it, so I have always hated this kind of acquired evil spirit."

As a result, the outside world also rumored that Lan Song hated something that became a spirit, and when he heard of it, he rushed to subdue it no matter how far away, and then suppressed it in his own magic circle.

Zhuang Qingliu said "uh" thinking about something, but asked emphatically, "Yu Ling?"

Mei Xiaohan also shook his fan, thoughtfully: "Beautiful jade is the best container for magic arts, it has always been very easy to have spirits, and as long as jade has spirits, it can be called the king of all spirits. "

Zhuang Qingliu nodded and turned to Pei Yi: "What are the details of this matter?"

Pei Yi shook his head, a moment of hesitation seemed to flash across his face, and he said: "This matter is the secret of the Lan family. Brother Lan was able to walk around the gate of hell for almost two years before he was completely rescued. After that, Sect Master Lan did the last thing. Strict handling and sealing orders were kept secret by everyone, and no one snooped into the details."

Mei Siji, who hadn't made a sound for a long time, had a toothache and couldn't say it: "The more closely guarded secrets, everyone loves to peep in private, okay? There is no wall that does not leak in this world. How could no one pry into the details? Even I... know a thing or two."

Zhuang Qingliu was suddenly curious, and immediately asked, "What do you know a little bit? Tell me about it?"

A trace of strangeness flashed across Pei Yi's curved and tough face. Mei Siji quickly glanced at Mei Hualan, and seeing that she didn't stop her, she boldly said: "Sect Master Lan and that Yuling had an unusual relationship back then!"

Zhuang Qingliu: "..."

No wonder Lan's young masters are all married, Lan Song hasn't married for so many years!

"But this doesn't seem to be unusual. What's there to cover up?" Zhuang Qingliu took a sip of tea to moisturize his throat, and glanced at the corner of his eyes, "And Siji? Why is your expression a little twisted?"

Mei Siji's ears turned red all of a sudden: "You're just screwing!" She suddenly said bluntly, "That's because of his jade spirit, what is it!"

Zhuang Qingliu was made even more curious by her: "What? Hmm?"

Mei Siji also blushed: "It's a man!"

"..."

"..."

The atmosphere was even weirder than when Lan Song left just now, but after a while

"Here, don't be like this." Zhuang Qingliu felt a little uncomfortable being held, but said to Mei Siji in a serious tone, "You don't need to be cute... No, no. You can keep silent, but don't use This tone."

She turned a little strange, and looked around at the expressions of several people: "No, I said, in your family, didn't there have been monks of the same sex who became Taoist couples? Is this kind of thing still kept secret until now? ?”

After Mei Siji stuffed her head into the teacup, she waved her hands again and again: "I don't have any."

Mei Hualan's eyes flashed violently, and she turned her head to stare at her motionlessly.

Zhuang Qingliu didn't know whether he didn't notice it, or just realized something at this moment, so he just rested his chin on one hand, and continued to pretend to be inclusive and open with the three views of modern people: "And this, no matter men or women, Whether the two are in love is the most important thing, if I meet someone who I like very much everywhere, I am willing to break my heart for her."

Mei Hualan looked at her side face without blinking, not letting go of a single expression.

But seeing that the topic turned in a strange direction, and everyone present fell silent one by one, Mei Siji finally winked at her from behind the teacup: "Stop talking!"

"Okay... okay!"

Zhuang Qingliu, who has never been red for thousands of years, pretended to hold back his cheeks, tapped his chopsticks on the teacup and said "Ding!", and the topic turned back to the right track, and said seriously: "But I want to correct you, Yu Ling This kind of thing is a monster rather than a demon, it has no gender, you can change it into a male or a female at any time."

Mei Siji's expression was slightly startled, and she turned to Mei Hualan and Mei Xiaohan. Mei Xiaohan knocked her on the head with a fan bone, and said affirmatively: "Yes! You don't take your studies seriously, just start with this matter. Got a stereotype?"

Mei Siji laid her hands on the table in a circle, and buried her head in like a quail, feeling that she didn't have to see anyone anymore.

Zhuang Qingliu couldn't help laughing, let her go and continued to ask Pei Yi: "Then what happened afterwards? Is there any news about how he was killed?" Or is it that this kind of spiritual thing becomes a spirit, and it is possible that it sucks living people Yang Qi or something?

As soon as she finished asking, a long shadow was cast down——Lan Song, who had just left, actually went back again.

Pei Yi's face changed, and he turned his head and said, "Brother Lan..."

Lan Song's expression had calmed down. He raised his hand at the door and pressed his lips into a line: "Don't ask, I'll tell you myself."

Zhuang Qingliu nodded seriously this time: "I would like to hear the details."

Lan Song's mood and voice were very calm, but after sitting down, he said: "This matter needs to be told from the beginning. In fact, it is a long story, but what you talked about just now is true. I will only briefly describe it—the name of the Jade Spirit For Chutang, it was true that he had been with me for many years since I was young, and later betrayed me when I went out to defend against the enemy, which almost caused the whole city of my Lan family to be captured, so later, I beheaded it with my own hands."

Mei Hualan didn't look at him, but glanced at Zhuang Qingliu's expression from the corner of her eye.

Zhuang Qingliu's expression was well covered up, she just asked, "What happened next?"

Lan Song paused and said: "There is no later, it has not died at all!"

A chill ran up Mei Siji's back, what is it?What do you mean not dead?

Lan Song's expression was very cold: "It has become something all these years. It has been entangled with me, and it often attacks and retaliates suddenly. That's why I hate everything that becomes a spirit. And so, day and night Tortured by night—"

He stared closely at Zhuang Qingliu's eyes: "It's me."

Zhuang Qingliu remained calm: "I don't know what it means to become something? Is it invisible? It's stronger?"

"It's more than stronger. Yuling is the king of all spirits. Young Master Zhuang thinks why I pay more attention to the things that become spirits these years? Whenever I encounter them, I will rush to suppress them from far away?"

The corners of Lan Song's lips were drawn into a line, but the words he spit out made people feel cold: "That's because these ghosts are likely to be used by it, and the collective restlessness is also affected by it-most importantly, I I don't know what it wants to do now, is it just revenge on me alone?"

Mei Xiaohan, who had always inherited the indifference of the Mei family, began to look serious at this time—if there is such a king of jade spirits who has been dormant for so many years, and can make all the evil spirits listen to his calls, they can be agitated together , then this matter is definitely a major event that all the families of the immortal sect will change their faces.

It seems that the matter of restraining Lan Shu's bones was destined to be difficult when she was called to fly to Lingbi by herself.

Mei Hualan didn't seem to want to talk, she turned her face out of the window and leaned back in her chair.

Zhuang Qingliu put his hands on his forehead for a moment, and asked Lan Song, "What does Sect Master Lan mean now?"

Lan Song glanced at the fairy in the painting next to her: "Obviously, what Young Master Zhuang and Mr. Duanzhu are going to do is closely related to what I said, so no matter how you plan to take action, I want to Let's help together."

Zhuang Qingliu casually turned the teacup in her hand, and just glanced at him out of the corner of her eye——no matter how you look at it, she is the essence of all the things Sect Master Lan Songlan hates. After leaving Pei's house, and now carrying a broken picture scroll, he is about to rummage around in Lingbi's territory, which seems suspicious no matter what.

Regardless of whether Mingli wants to save face or not, secret suspicions are definitely indispensable, so it is quite normal for Lan Song to ask to follow in the name of helping.

Zhuang Qingliu and Mei Hualan had no choice but to look at each other quickly, then nodded: "Okay."

In fact, the Lan family is good at formation and rhythm, so it should be a good help for Lan Song to accompany him.

Then there was no need to take a leisurely meal now, and the few of them quickly ate some casually and returned to the river.But the concubine Xiang who was just babbling just now was unwilling to speak no matter what, and even hid behind the lotus leaves, the flower buds curled up in a ball, unwilling to move.

Mei Siji asked in confusion: "What's the matter? Did you sleep at night?" She turned her head, "Then what should I do now? Where are we going?"

Zhuang Qingliu frowned slightly, and after trying for a while, he turned his head and gave up: "What else can I do, let's go to the old place of the general's mansion that Lan Shu pointed out during the day first."

She thought: "If the bones were gone, Lan Shu wouldn't have to take so much effort to point to them."

Several people then turned their heads and walked towards the shadow not far away.

The former home of the general's mansion of the ancient Xiang State is now a reed shoal covered with reed wormwood. It is full of mud and there are no fish or shrimps, so almost no one sets foot.

Pei Yi bowed his head and poked the reeds randomly with his sword, and asked in the night: "Do you want to dig up all this area for inspection?"

As soon as he finished speaking, the moonlight that fell on the ground darkened silently, and at the same time, a thick fog suddenly rose around, and the boundless wind blew to his ears in an instant!

Zhuang Qingliu's eyes darkened, and he blurted out subconsciously: "Mei Pan!"

After a while, the scenery in front of me suddenly changed, and Mei Hualan's hand and the bright candlelight shook her hand at the same time: "Don't worry, I'm here."

Zhuang Qingliu's tensed heart instantly relaxed, and quickly swept around, everyone was there - but, where is this? !