no one knows better than me

"Huh? What's going on?" Zhuang Qingliu immediately asked the spirit flame, "A disappearance like Mr. Pei? Have you summoned the spirit yet?"

The person on the other side didn't answer immediately, and Mei Huazhou greeted her after her voice softened slightly: "Senior Zhuang, are you awake? Feeling okay."

Zhuang Qingliu: "???"

"Uh... I'm fine, thanks."

But what is Senior Zhuang?What generation is this?

Was she that old? ?

Mei Hualan's eyes fell on Zhuang Qingliu's messy side face, and he asked concisely, "Specifically?"

"The specific situation is still unknown, but it is not the same as Mr. Pei's disappearance." Mei Huazhou also said succinctly, "Sovereign Pei disappeared suddenly when he was in retreat in the Immortal Mansion, but the natal lamp enshrined in the Lantern Pavilion is temporarily gone. It has not been extinguished, so it is not possible to call a spirit to inquire."

Zhuang Qingliu's expression couldn't help but become serious, which is strange - under normal circumstances, a family's fairy mansion must be the place where they are most heavily guarded. Get in when you want, get out when you want, not to mention murdering and plundering people without a shadow.

The Pei family, located in Shangzi, is the leading family of hundreds of families in the Xianmen. The suzerain, Pei Qi, has been in charge of the Pei family for decades. The people's lives are very peaceful, so they are well-known among hundreds of families, and they are by no means an idle generation.

How could such a person disappear in his own fairy mansion for no reason?

However, in just five days, two generations of the family in charge disappeared one after another. It is hard to say that there is no connection. It is no wonder that the Pei family immediately sent a message to Mei Huazhou for help.

Zhuang Qingliu thought for a while, then raised his head and said, "At least I can be sure that the disappearance of Sect Master Pei was not done by me. Then, what Mr. Pei's summoning spirit refers to is someone with a heart who did it on purpose?"

Mei Huazhou said in a normal tone: "If your cultivation level is not high enough and you rashly summon spirits, you will get some lies, which is also a common thing."

Zhuang Qingliu: "..."

What's the meaning?Do ghosts also engage in framing? !

"And Senior Zhuang, your suspicion has not been cleared." Mei Huazhou turned and said, "On the contrary, it has intensified."

"...how do you say it?" Zhuang Qingliu was surprised, "Isn't everyone already aware of the sparkling blue lake? I have been brought back to the fairy mansion in Meizhou by Mr. Duanzhu, how can I shrink overnight? Running thousands of miles back and forth? Or looting people in the air?"

"No, what they guessed was that you might have some kind of sorcery."

Zhuang Qingliu: "???"

"Furthermore, Senior Zhuang," Mei Huazhou said, "although few people can do the technique of shrinking the ground for a thousand miles, you have always been able to do it, and everyone knows this—so the five-color imperial edict ordering you has been approved, Didn't you see it?"

"...??" Zhuang Qingliu didn't know whether he was silenced by his "senior" for a while, or he turned his head to look for the legendary five-color edict, so he didn't speak for a while.

Mei Hualan: "Brother."

"Well." Mei Huazhou concluded, "In short, this matter is quite tricky. Pei's summons for help is mostly due to the fact that Senior Zhuang who was involved in it was brought back by the Mei family. So Hualan, my suggestion is you How about taking senior Zhuang to Shangzi in person, helping each other and at the same time proving your innocence?"

According to Mei Hualan's usual personality and behavior, she should have agreed quickly without any objection, but when Mei Hua's words fell, Zhuang Qingliu felt that the people around her were quiet for a long time, and then she responded as usual: "Okay."

Mei Huazhou: "That's it. Xiaohan will sort out the scrolls soon with some details about this matter. It's getting late today, and Senior Zhuang is injured again. You may as well set off tomorrow morning."

Mei Hualan thought about it for a while, and then replied "Yes", and then the talisman with aura in front of her flashed lightly, and it went out by itself.

Zhuang Qingliu also found what Mei Huazhou was talking about - the five-color edict from a pile of scrolls that were already on display in her hand.

The Hundred Families of Immortals are not united and no one takes the lead, and they do not restrict one family to dominate. The five-color edict is as its name suggests. It is composed of the most prominent Changgeng Immortal Mansion, Zhangtai Mei Clan, Shangzi Pei Clan, Lingbilan Clan, He and Deng Linyu's five families took the lead in ordering the world together. Because each family controls one color, it is called "five-color imperial edict".

It looks strange, and Zhang Taimei must be one of the "one of the five permanent members of the United Nations". Her five-color edict is temporarily expedient.

Sure enough, Mei Hualan quickly took this thing away from her hand: "Don't worry about it, I won't let anyone take you away."

When she said this, her tone was soft, but the corners of her eyes and brows frowned slightly.

Zhuang Qingliu couldn't help laughing, her eyes fell from her face, and she glanced at the joint name on the scroll - Zhu Heng's Heng here was also in fancy fonts.

She unconsciously moved her finger to this word and typed twice: "This Zhu Heng..."

"Unfamiliar." Mei Hualan cut off her words without any disturbance.

Zhuang Qingliu turned her head and looked at her for a while - well, I don't know you well, you just wanted to shoot her to death that day with nothing to do.

She withdrew her gaze, put her hands back on the edge of the table and thought about something for a while, then suddenly looked at Mei Hualan: "Senior, listen to me?"

Plum blossom circle: "..."

Feeling that he had made a comeback, Zhuang Qingliu smiled lightly twice, blinked at her, then got up and strolled to the library nearby, looked around for a while and asked, "Can I flip through the books here?"

"Of course." Mei Hualan took a look at her from afar, then lowered her head to start writing again, but she would stop from time to time, as if she was thinking about something.

Zhuang Qingliu scanned a row of volumes with her fingers and selected for a while, then took out one, leaned on the dark bookshelf, and looked down - this is an illustration book of formations, which she wrote the night before she came to this world. When turning the pages of the book, she saw a circular emblem in a flash. The color was beautiful bright red, and the lines were very complicated. She might have to find that thing or draw it to see what it was.

But after a long time - no.

Zhuang Qingliu frowned, turned to look at the person by the window not far away, and suddenly walked over with the book between her hands, asked her for a pair of pens and paper, sat opposite her and began to draw.

However, Mei Hualan just glanced at the book she was holding, and didn't say anything. Zhuang Qingliu observed it for a while after finishing the painting, and felt that she didn't have any special reaction when her eyes fell on the paper, and she probably didn't recognize it.

Of course, it may also be that her paintings are too distorted, and ghosts cannot recognize them.

After all, not everyone can learn brush calligraphy from scratch, she is still far away from the door.

Zhuang Qingliu simply inserted the illustrated book of formations back, changed another bookshelf, and flipped through the past records of Xianmen like a flower. The main purpose was to find her name, and the second was to see if he could find some relatives from it. For example, which of the flowers raised in Plum Blossom Lanhou Lake is mature, engaging in nepotism.

But I turned around, still nothing.

Zhuang Qingliu, she seems to be a lonely flower spirit in the world... She accidentally strayed into the human world, and she seemed a little out of place.

The most important thing is that she is such a flower essence who is bound to die as soon as she appears on the stage, according to the rumors—that's it?

There is no record of even a few words, which is too much.

Zhuang Qingliu looked down for a while, then raised his eyelids, stuffed back the fairy gate records in his hand, and then took another spiritual book, trying to start practicing Dafa without a teacher - of course it didn't work .

This time she snapped, and when she was about to put it back, Mei Hualan, who didn't know when she got up to change the book, suddenly grabbed her wrist from behind, and then covered her palm with the other hand, folding it tightly. They said together: "Try."

Her fingers are slender and fair, with soft warmth at the tips of her fingers. As soon as Zhuang Qingliu lowered her eyes and moved slightly, she felt something flowing in the palm of her hand. It was clean and pure, and there was an indescribable feeling. The spiritual power that I have seen in the book.

Mei Hualan held her hand, and after holding it for a while, she let go a little, but the feeling of slow flow didn't disappear, something seemed to go away naturally.

After Zhuang Qingliu unconsciously condensed a strange-looking flower with the spiritual power of his fingertips, he raised his eyebrows in surprise: "Did I go straight from beginner to master?"

"You would have been able to." Mei Hualan seemed to have a smile in her eyes, not surprised, she turned around and changed the bamboo slips, "It's just that I have very little spiritual power left, so I can't use it like before."

Zhuang Qingliu paused for a moment when she heard her words, lowered her eyes and acquiesced to the "before" statement without saying anything, then thought about it for a while, and soon understood - as long as people who have entered the spirit use spiritual power, One is to rely on the accumulation of one's own cultivation, which is also the most common one nowadays; the other is to use it at will if there is plenty of aura from the outside world, such as the Meizhou Immortal Mansion where she is now.

After she groped casually for a while, the sky gradually darkened, and then a soft halo lit up in the corner of her eyes, and it was the plum blossoms that lit the lamp.

Zhuang Qingliu withdrew her hand, and after looking at the twilight outside the window, she approached Mei Hualan and looked down: "How long will I be punished? Can I clean it up for you?"

As she spoke, she picked up an ancient book, and just as she flipped through it, a large piece of torn pages fell off.

"..." With all due respect, these ancient books seemed to be very expensive, which made Zhuang Qing's eyes droop, and she asked subconsciously, "This... is broken anyway, so it doesn't matter if it is destroyed?"

Mei Hualan didn't say anything, just reached out to take it, flipped it over, and put it beside her hand: "What else is there to destroy?"

Zhuang Qingliu immediately thought of the vase with the bones still cold: "..."

Why is this person like this.

She raised her eyes, but she didn't turn her eyes away suddenly. She didn't find that Mei Hualan seemed to be smiling, but she was surprised to see that there was a faint dimple on each side of her face, which was cute and cute in contrast.

A person like this who doesn't usually laugh very much has grown two such cute things.

Zhuang Qingliu felt strangely attracted, the two of them sat across the lamp, she rested her chin idly and looked at Meihualan for a long time, then suddenly said softly: "Thank you."

After finishing speaking, I couldn't bear to close my eyes, and fell asleep on the table in a daze.

Obviously since I came here, I haven't done anything yet, but I always feel very tired.

The corners of Mei Hualan's mouth slightly curled up again, this time she didn't say anything like "thank you", she just turned the position of the lamp and candle, so that it didn't catch Zhuang Qingliu's eyes.

The night gradually darkened, and the moon was very round in the sky.

Mei Xiaohan came over to give a scroll before nightfall, and wanted to say a few words, but Mei Hualan touched Zhuang Qingliu's forehead repeatedly with her hand for a long time, trying to test whether she had a fever.

She waited on the spot, watched quietly for a while, and vaguely felt a little gentleness on Mei Hualan's face, so she gently put down the scroll again, and left quietly without interruption.

The unconscious Zhuang Qingliu who was lying on the table seemed to have heard some voice, and suddenly blurted out in the chaotic dream: "—Mei Pan!"

Mei Hualan's movements of leaning over to hug her suddenly stopped, and she looked down at her face.