no one knows better than me

"..." Zhuang Qingliu looked sideways, and turned meaningfully on Mei Hualan's face several times, thinking that it could be like this, which meant that the qi had really disappeared, not a fake one.

Mei Hualan had already raised her hand, took Mei Sigui out of her arms, and waited for Zhuang Qingliu to hug her.

But Zhuang Qingliu, who was reminded by her sentence that "I used to be wrong before, and the stinky big guy on the other side just wanted to sleep with her", suddenly rebelled, raising eyebrows at Mei Hualan: "Oh! Why me? No .”

As she spoke, she turned around neatly and jumped off the cliff by herself.

"What's there to hug, I don't want to jump down myself in the end." Zhuang Qingliu's voice disappeared in the midair of the deep cliff.

"..."

Mei Hualan looked down strangely in her heart, and had no choice but to wave her hand to break the prohibition seal in mid-air, and then jumped down with Mei Sigui in her arms.

Mei Sigui is obviously a bird, he can fly and spiral, but when it's his turn to jump off the cliff, the pea eyes are bright and round, and the bird's body shrinks to the size of a palm instead, and he completely curls himself into the arms of Mei Hualan. In the middle of the night, the hair still bristled against the wind and shouted all the way: "Uh--" It seemed to be screaming in fear and excitement.

Seeing its cuteness, Mei Hualan even kissed its little head in mid-air, and then quickly landed on the ground, casting Zhuang Qingliu, who had no spiritual power and was in free fall, into her arms.

Zhuang Qingliu endured a shave with an ice skate, and felt that she could see the meaning of "what's so stubborn, I don't want to hug me in the end" from her lowered eyes.

……

Well, she lost this round of rebellion and loved her.

She landed from the position of being hugged by the princess, and quickly looked around, feeling a little familiar, so she asked, "This is..."

Plum Blossom Lane: "Lan Family Immortal Mansion."

Zhuang Qingliu gave a soft "huh" and nodded: "Yes, this is Lanyuan that has never suffered a 'natural disaster'." That's what she saw from Mei Xiaohan's Void Realm during Mr. Xiaolan's wedding banquet. Lanyuan, where they went to school when they were young, and a few steps outside, is Shuihe, where the Mei family trio used to like to play the flute after class.

"..." Mei Hualan always felt that there was something wrong with her words, but she had no time to think about it, so she took a step forward, gently grabbed Zhuang Qingliu's waist, and led her to a remote back corner, "Don't talk yet, somebody is coming."

Just now Zhuang Qingliu subconsciously focused all his attention on Lan Song and the mysterious man. After hiding with her for a while, he suddenly realized that the virtual world this time was different from the previous two times—this time they were outsiders. With the identity coming in, it’s no wonder that the old feeling space looks slightly distorted and strange.

Outsiders can see, speak and participate in this complex and intertwined virtual environment. People in the original virtual environment may feel strange, but they can't tell the difference. It's just that Zhuang Qingliu doesn't know if the outsider is normal Participate in, will the results of some things change.

"The real past has already happened, and what can be changed is only the result of this virtual environment." Mei Hualan gently pressed Zhuang Qingliu's shoulder, and motioned her to look at the Qushui pavilion in front left, "After all, there is no such thing in the original reality. Therefore, people in the virtual world will not have strong emotional feelings towards outsiders."

In other words, even if they appear loudly, people in the virtual world will only feel strange and a little wary, and may subconsciously stop thinking about it.But such things that actually happened will undoubtedly be changed, so they actually came to watch secretly, and it is not appropriate to show up to change the content of the original virtual environment.

Zhuang Qingliu quickly followed Mei Hualan's words over and over again to understand clearly, and then looked at the gazebo—in the gazebo, Lan Song was sitting at a stone table when he was a teenager, resting and eating snacks, and there was a servant serving him next to him. Song is about eleven or twelve years old, about the same size as the one he saw in the virtual world last time.

Meihualan asked Zhuang Qingliu to pay attention to the pastries in Lan Song's hands again. Those pastries had beautiful spiral patterns.Then he picked a leaf from the tree next to the two of them, which had no veins.

Zhuang Qingliu compared the two for a moment in surprise, and whispered: "It turns out that it will still be like this."

Because the virtual environment is extracted from human memory, only the things that have been seen and remembered by human eyes can be restored in detail, such as flower cakes, stone tables, yards, trees, but specific to a certain tree. Obviously, no one will see and remember their veins too clearly for a certain leaf, so they are all concise and blurred.

After understanding the principle clearly, most of Zhuang Qingliu's sense of distortion and strangeness in seeing things disappeared, and his perspective became clear and smooth.

After a while, Mei Hualan took her up from the ground like a wisp of smoke, and flew to the river where Lan Song liked to play flute.After choosing for a while, I sat on the top of a tall fir tree, swaying silently with the wind.

The fir forest facing the Liushui River was specially planted by the Lan family, with luxuriant foliage and dense growth. The two of them were hidden in it, and no one would notice it, especially when Zhuang Qingliu found out... This man was so bored that he started to change his mind for them. When I picked up the clothes, it was dark green for a while, emerald green for a while, and colorful and fresh green for a while.

I saw the two people flashing back and forth for a while, and Lan Song really had finished eating pastries and came to the riverside. After brushing the big rock he used to sit on, he put his feet into the cool spring water, and took out Xiao from his arms.

Mei Hualan didn't seem to pay much attention to him, but asked Zhuang Qingliu, "Which one do you like?"

Zhuang Qingliu looked away from Lan Song who was playing the flute, and turned her head to look at her: "It's emerald green." She looked up and said, "It seems that there are no leaves to cover the sun on your side. Cover yourself with the hat?"

After hearing the first half of her sentence, Mei Hualan adjusted the clothes of the two of them to emerald green, and the expressions on their faces looked a little happy and liking, so she touched Mei Sigui's hair in her arms It also turned green, like a three-piece family suit on a tree.

Mei Sigui blinked, and whispered to the two of them in a funny way: "Chirp."

Mei Hualan raised her head after listening to the second half of Zhuang Qingliu's sentence. What she was going to say "I won't post it" turned around and changed to: "Are you caring about me?"

Zhuang Qingliu couldn't help but smiled subtly, pursed her lips and nodded: "Yes."

Then Mei Hualan raised her hand and twirled it, and quickly flew flowers and leaves from the surroundings, made a green hat with a big wide brim, and tried it on her head: "Does it look good?"

Although the boss didn't know the meaning of the green hat yet, Zhuang Qingliu laughed like hell in his heart, nodded steadily on his face, and helped her adjust a few times with his hands, the corners of his mouth curled up: "It's very beautiful."

Seeing her smile, Mei Hualan couldn't help but curl her eyes: "Yes."

Lansong by the river not far away has already blown a long Xiao, and an ordinary Sanskrit tune still has a lot of breaks and leaks. It seems that the progress has been quite small in a period of time, and it seems that there is really no talent.

Then at this time, a group of teenagers from the Lan family, who were routinely making troubles with birds, came to the front, mocking Lan Song sarcastically and after a while, wet his clothes and ran away.

Mei Sigui watched her cuckold in Mei Hualan's arms boredly for a while, maybe she thought it looked good, so she lightly kissed Mei Hualan's face, signaling that she wanted it too.

The corners of Zhuang Qingliu's eyes twitched, and his thoughtful gaze was taken away from Lan Song. Just as he was about to say something, Mei Hualan lowered his head, simply and quickly turned Mei Sigui's dull hair green, and coaxed it Said: "Same."

Mei Sigui: "..."

Zhuang Qingliu: "..."

Hahahahahaha, the boss not only likes his green hat very much, but also quietly wants to have it alone.Zhuang Qingliu thought that he was too much, and thought that he would be funny next time.

After the sun gradually set, Mei Hualan shrunk the hat and put it into her sleeves, as if she was going to wear it next time, then put her arms around Zhuang Qingliu's waist, and whispered: "Let's go."

Zhuang Qingliu blinked and lifted into the sky: "Where are you going?"

The plum blossoms quickly floated into a small courtyard and landed on the roof covered by the eaves: "Here."

But for a moment, Zhuang Qingliu saw Lan Song who had just accepted Xiao and left, and there was no one else following behind.She thought to herself that this was probably Lan Song's courtyard. At this time, the old master Lan was very busy on weekdays, and Lan Song should have lived alone in the courtyard.

However, even if a noble son of the sect lives alone, there should be at least one person to wait on him. Lan Song, except for eating in the cafeteria of Lan's family, did everything by himself after returning. On weekdays, he is more strict than himself.

The Plum Blossom Ring seemed to have speeded up the flow of time in some way, and the dark and quiet courtyard soon became slightly brighter, and the moon above his head was in the sky, and Zhuang Qingliu's thoughts were immediately verified.

I saw behind an orchid screen window, Lan Song, who was painting quietly in the study, stopped painting, stretched his neck and waist a little, walked out slowly, looked up at the moonlight in the sky, and watched quietly for a while .

Immediately, he did something that Zhuang Qingliu expected but was still amazed at—waved his hand and cast a soundproof barrier around the small courtyard, and then took out the white jade Changxiao that had been in his arms all along.

Mei Hualan's eyes that seem to be thinking now have a discernment, and they probably have understood something.

The moonlight is bright and bright, and there is no mistake in the moonlight ditty that jumped out of Xiao Li this time. It even washed away the old notes in Zhuang Qingliu's ears in an instant. Xianle meant it.

Therefore, Lan Song is not a person with average talent since he was a child, and he can't learn no matter what. On the contrary, he is not only so talented that it is difficult for a self-proud person like Lan Qi to match, he has even learned to hide clumsiness since he was a child. I'm stupid and can't learn, and after class, I deliberately play unpleasant sounds by the river, and then quietly set up an enchantment at night, only playing such a natural sound to myself in the small courtyard where the mind is calm and relaxing.

Zhuang Qingliu listened to it for a long time before finally withdrawing his attention. He still didn't think much about it and asked Mei Hualan: "Why is he like this since he was a child?"

"Because Lan Song's character is indeed introverted and weak since he was a child, he really doesn't want to be the heir and suzerain."

Mei Hualan stretched out her hand and picked it lightly in the air, the flower window of Lan Song's study first floated away by itself, and then the paintings on the table stood up leisurely, floating in mid-air, she motioned to Zhuang Qingliu and said, "Look carefully. "

Zhuang Qingliu immediately followed her movements to look over, and took a closer look at the painting that Lan Song had made just now. She saw that the lines were concise and precise, and the layout of the picture was all dexterous. Although she was not very artistic, she also felt that This painting looked very comfortable and spiritual, so the surprise in my heart increased a bit.

It turned out that Lan Song was a person with extremely high artistic talent, but it was a pity that he was finally forced to engage in the suzerain business.

At this time, Mei Hualan whispered in her ear: "Do you still remember those jade disc reliefs and paintings on both sides of the long steps when we went to the Lantai banquet?"

Zhuang Qingliu: "Huh?"

Mei Hualan said: "Those are all painted and made by Lan Song himself, because I have searched all the craftsmen of Lingbi, and there is no one who can surpass them."

Zhuang Qingliu: "!"

Is Lan Song the "Song Huizong" of the world of cultivating immortals? !

Music is also one of the arts, no wonder he is so good at drawing, how could he be so good at playing and singing!

Mei Hualan said again: "I knew that he was good at painting and calligraphy when I was young, and I was really happy in my heart, so I asked my brother and Xiaohan to learn from him a few times. Come to Lansong Yard temporarily to check his homework."

Zhuang Qingliu felt something in his heart, and couldn't help asking: "How was that time?"

"Sect Master Lan had already lost his second daughter at that time, and Lan Song was the only child under his knees, so he was extremely worried about the family business and clan inheritance in a hundred years, and he no longer let Lan Song play with calligraphy and painting all day long according to his own preferences, so his face darkened immediately After coming down, I was quite displeased, and asked Lan Song to put away those things and burn them from now on, and even deliberately said, "Those who play with these things are all idle and despondent people."

Mei Hualan said: "Actually, Lan Song told the old suzerain Lan Song when he was young that he didn't like practicing together, and he didn't want to be in a high position and rule others in the future. He just wanted to travel around the world and travel freely. Painting with pen and brush. Old Sect Master Lan saw that his talent was mediocre at the time, so he acquiesced, but who knows that many things happened later, and he was finally forced to take over the position of suzerain."

That's why fate is such an evil thing. People like Pei Xuan who wanted to climb up to the position of suzerain didn't get it in the end; I can only pass by my future life of idle clouds and wild cranes, and take over such a very disgusting position.

Zhuang Qingliu turned around suddenly and asked, "Mei Pan, you actually don't like this kind of life with a sword, do you?"

The look in Mei Hualan's eyes jumped a few times, but before she could reply, the Lan Song in the courtyard suddenly stopped playing!Turning her head sharply, she looked in the direction of the study.

The floating paintings in the study room have fallen back to the table, and the orchid window has been closed tightly. There is nothing unusual, but Lan Song still frowned cautiously, and began to slowly scan around, gradually looking at It was the roof where Zhuang Qingliu and Mei Hualan sat side by side.

Zhuang Qingliu didn't expect him to have such an intuition at such a young age, and he thought that he might not be able to stand this virtual world anymore.

At the last moment when Lan Song turned his gaze, Mei Hualan almost caught Zhuang Qingliu out of the corner of his eye and swept back on the spot. After reaching the blind spot, she flew away from here.

Seeing Lan Song, Zhuang Qingliu finally flew up to the roof where they were sitting in doubt to check, but there should be only a suspicious shadow flashing in his line of sight, and after he didn't find anything for a long time, he gave up, never rashly Alarmed the guards in the Immortal Mansion.

"Now, where are you going—?!!"

Zhuang Qingliu withdrew his gaze, and was just about to ask a question, when suddenly he leaned back reflexively—she was very close to Mei Hualan just now, and when Zhuang Qingliu turned his head, he almost kissed her again.

Mei Hualan didn't seem to do it on purpose, and subconsciously dodged it for a while, but after dodging, Zhuang Qingliu felt that the slightly pulsating expression in her eyes was a little... Regret?

"?!..." What kind of brain circuit did she have in her mind before, that she actually felt that people like Mei Pan were embarrassed by an honest gentleman.

Zhuang Qingliu took this opportunity to examine the faces of the people beside her carefully. This should be the first time she has looked at them so carefully—Mei Hualan has very beautiful eyes and clear facial contours. Although her words are usually cold and concise, but The curvature of the mouth is very soft.

It's a pleasing look.

It's the character of this stinking boss—tsk.

Zhuang Qingliu slipped back into her sight, and asked again: "How is it? Where are you going now?"

Mei Hualan didn't answer, but after observing Zhuang Qingliu for a moment, the brows raised a slight arc: "What were you thinking just now?"

Zhuang Qingliu: "I miss you, you are beautiful, powerful and gentle."

Plum Blossom Lane: "..."

"Isn't it enough?" Zhuang Qingliu looked up at the sky and continued, "There are also people who hurt people, coax birds and lose their temper..."

"Okay, okay." Mei Hualan raised her hand without a word, rubbed her forehead, and signaled Zhuang Qingliu to close her eyes, "Stop teasing me."

Zhuang Qingliu raised her eyebrows at her, and snorted softly: "So why should I let you know what I'm thinking all the time?"

She hadn't thought about it before, but now that her mind has changed, she realizes that Mei Hualan's desire to control is too strong at times. She can't make decisions about her hairstyle, her sleep time, even The books that recorded her content were deliberately put away in advance - and so on, it's too much to think about it, this kind of person can be a powerful boss, but he must consider upgrading to...

Obviously not qualified!

Mei Hualan covered her eyes: "Understood, I won't ask anymore, you miss you."

Zhuang Qingliu felt that he had won a victory and hooked his lips: "So what are you doing with your eyes closed?"

After she finished speaking, she felt her eyes spinning, and then a feeling of weightlessness hit her from head to toe.

Mei Hualan's voice rang in his ears and said, "Now go and see when Lan Song's Jade Spirit appears—I seem to know what it is."