no one knows better than me

The female ghost instantly denied it: "No!"

No, no, but when she said this, her voice suddenly changed, and her face turned pale unconsciously... It was as if she was very afraid that others would know that she had a child.

Zhuang Qingliu suddenly felt strange in his heart, and observed her face more carefully - under what circumstances, a woman... no, a female ghost.Under what circumstances would a female ghost be afraid of people just knowing that she had a child?

This seems to be paradoxical no matter how you think.

Unexpectedly, Mei Hualan's pupils suddenly tightened, and her eyes subconsciously fell on the back of the female ghost's neck covered by the collar of the wedding dress.The female ghost seemed to have tensed her back to look at her, but this time, as if being scalded by the flames, her knees suddenly fell to the ground, her face gritted her teeth and she begged, "Please let me go, I still have more The important person was not found. From now on, no matter good or bad, I will never take the initiative to hurt another person."

Mei Hualan's expression finally changed, she got up with a splash, approached the female ghost in two steps, and grabbed the collar of her nape with her hands: "What the hell are you—who are you?"

Zhuang Qingliu didn't know what happened at all, and followed up reflexively, grabbed Mei Hualan's hand, and walked around her face tightly: "Mei Pan, what's wrong?!"

Mei Xiaohan also looked at the female ghost's face in surprise, but didn't get up.

"I am fine."

Mei Hualan's eyes fell on Zhuang Qingliu's wrist holding her, and she relaxed a little, before whispering: "She may be...my mother..."

Before she could finish speaking, Zhuang Qingliu was startled suddenly, and blurted out: "What?! Is she your mother?"

Plum Blossom Lane: "..."

Mei Xiaohan: "..."

The female ghost who knelt down and bowed her head didn't realize that she paused in the middle of her sentence, and didn't continue, so after a moment of weird expressions, she suddenly took out a sachet from her sleeve and handed it out ambiguously. , said: "Yes."

"..." Mei Xiaohan couldn't bear to look at it anymore, she opened the fan with two holes burned...and closed it again, then glanced at the sachet in the female ghost's hand, "What is it? Hualan's mother I've seen it before, if you don't look like you, why are you impersonating your daughter!"

Female ghost: "..."

Zhuang Qingliu couldn't hear it anymore, and looked down at the female ghost and the sachet in her hand and asked quickly: "What's going on? Is she your mother's mother? Your grandma?!"

Otherwise, the sachet that the female ghost took out was exactly the same as the one in Meihualan!

Mei Hualan's gaze fell on the sachet and settled for a long time before she finally raised her hand and rubbed between her brows: "No." Then with the female ghost's acquiescence, she opened her collar and confirmed word by word, "She It's my mother's... clan."

In the middle of the back of the female ghost's neck covered by the collar, there was a strange blood-red tire pattern.

It is inaccurate to say that it is tire pattern, because this is something that everyone in this family will be born with. It is shaped very much like a... ginseng.

Mei Hualan curled her fingers slightly, let go of the female ghost's collar, and asked Zhuang Qingliu in a low voice: "Do you know who my mother is?"

Zhuang Qingliu unconsciously tossed back and forth for a moment - of course she knew!

When she flipped through the book in her previous life, she was amazed for a long time.To put it simply, if life originated from microorganisms, then the species that reproduced thereafter would be all kinds of strange things.Now, most of the human beings are descended from apes, that is, animals. The Meihualan mother's family can be simply summarized as being from the spirit ginseng, which also has two arms and two legs. Breeding from a plant with a head.

According to legend, this family originated from the spirit ginseng, which was buried deep in the mountains and dense forests. Later, it was created by the aura of heaven and earth, and gradually emerged from the soil. They are almost completely indistinguishable from human beings. Even the people of the ginseng clan who have been mixed with the human race for many years will not notice any difference between them... There is only one point, which also made the ginseng people almost exterminate later, because Their bodies are special.

"The people of the Lingshen clan don't have any special abilities compared to the human race, but from head to toe, even a strand of hair is incomparable to the most spiritual fairy grass in the secret realm and fairyland back then."

Mei Xiaohan thought that Zhuang Qingliu was not clear, so he said in a soft voice: "So after discovering their use, the people of the Lingshen clan were hunted and killed for a long time, and they were even traded back and forth as slaves among the immortal sects. , because whether you use them as medicinal materials, or buy them by your side for a long time...to have sex with them, they will have a huge effect on improving your cultivation, so—”

Therefore, the later Lingshen people were almost extinct.They were a small group, and they were endowed with special traits, but they were not endowed with the ability to penetrate the heavens and penetrate the earth, so they had no ability to protect themselves. No matter where they retreated and hid, they would be found by the special hunters back then.Even when the number of this group of people decreased greatly and they were on the verge of extinction, there was a period of time when they were raised and forced to reproduce.

In short, it is a story of a crime.Zhuang Qingliu knew a lot about this kind of thing, and she didn't know what to say.It just happened to Mei Hualan and her mother, which always makes people feel extra complicated, because strictly speaking...Mei Hualan is also considered half of such ginseng people.

It's no wonder that the female ghost is so sensitive when it comes to children. If her child is there, it is dangerous to have half the blood of the Lingshen clan.

Although I don't know why Zhuang Qingliu knew, but Mei Hualan looked her in the eyes, she looked away knowingly, and picked up the sachet in the female ghost's hand. Face: "My mother embroidered this by herself, so you recognized me?"

The female ghost had a complex expression, as if she didn't know what to say first, and after a long pause, she raised her head and said, "...you look a lot like her."

In fact, it's not just that Mei Hualan looks like her mother, but that the Lingshen clan has a characteristic that most of their children follow their parents, that is, no matter whether they are male or female, it is easy to see the mother and child's similarity from the face. Sometimes they even look exactly the same.

When Zhuang Qingliu used to turn the pages of the book, he just felt that he was making things up. Now that he has witnessed it, he feels that the creation of nature has its own magic and spirituality. How many things actually existed.

Mei Hualan took the sachet in her hand and rubbed it twice, her throat moved, before continuing to ask the female ghost: "Who are you?"

The female ghost's eyes flickered for a moment, as if she wanted to make something up again for a moment, but after her eyes fell on the sachet for a while, she finally said calmly: "Your mother and I are not related by blood, we just escaped hunting together for a while. Time, as close as sisters, she made this sachet for me, she also has one, you should have seen it too."

Mei Hualan was silent for a moment after listening, then turned her head to look at the night outside the window, and gently took out her sachet from her arms: "I've seen it before, and it's here."

Zhuang Qingliu knew that her heart was full of emotions in an instant, not only because of the female ghost tonight, she suddenly thought of her mother, but also because of their identities, they loved sisters, and the life they had avoided together... the most important thing yes.

Most importantly, Zhuang Qingliu never expected that the sachet had nothing to do with her, but Mei Hualan's mother's relic.

So why did this person deliberately display this sachet over and over again? !

Due to various reasons, no one spoke for a while in the house. After a long time, Zhuang Qingliu gently shook Mei Hualan's hand, and Mei Hualan looked away from the window, lowered her head and asked the female ghost: "Are you really unwilling to talk about your business?" ?”

The female ghost gritted her teeth resolutely, and still just said: "You can let me go. I will find my child by myself, and I won't cause trouble in the future. Let me fend for myself."

Mei Hualan's face moved, and her eyelashes lowered: "My mother actually mentioned you, she kept saying... Miss you very much, I don't know how you lived in those years when you disappeared."

The female ghost's face was slightly moved.

Mei Hualan slowly knelt down and looked at the female ghost at the same level: "So if you have any wishes, any unspeakable secrets, and any unfinished business, I can help you—you can trust me."

The female ghost tightly clenched her palms, as if she was in a violent struggle, but after a moment of silence, she still said in a hoarse voice: "I actually betrayed your mother once, you don't have to do this to me."

Zhuang Qingliu and Mei Xiaohan's eyes flashed slightly, as if they thought of something at the same time.

"My mother said those things are over, if we can meet again, she won't blame you." Mei Hualan's expression and tone remained unchanged, she still looked at the female ghost calmly, "Do you really still don't want to say it?"

There seemed to be something glittering in the female ghost's eyes, and she said, "Just let me go."

The atmosphere froze for a while.

After a long time, Mei Hualan took a deep look at her: "I don't know what else you have to do, so - I can't."

As he said that, he got up suddenly, and without hesitation, took the female ghost back into the painting.

Before Zhuang Qingliu had time to think about why she was able to accept ghosts into the painting, Mei Hualan suddenly turned around without saying a word, hugged Zhuang Qingliu, and buried her head deeply in her arms.

"..." Mei Xiaohan was already stunned by the series of events tonight, and now she was struggling with the fierce struggle of "making noise and leaving" and "being as quiet as a chicken and pretending not to exist".

Zhuang Qingliu had no time to take care of her. When the whole person was hugged suddenly, she felt a pang of empathy, and gently raised her hand, wrapped her arms around Mei Hualan and touched her head: "Did you think of your parents?"

Mei Hualan wet Zhuang Qingliu's shoulders and neck collar from crying silently, and then called softly and lowly: "Zhuang Zhu."

Zhuang Qingliu immediately responded softly: "Yes."

"My mother is a very poor person."

Zhuang Qingliu just felt sore in her heart, but she didn't know what to say... because she had no parents at all in all her lifetimes.

Mei Hualan didn't need her to speak, and she drenched Zhuang Qingliu's clothes a little more violently: "For so many years, every time I think of her, I feel very sad."

In a person's life, there are always moments of impermanence to be sad about this and that, but for many people, parents are the ones who can poke deep into their hearts.

No matter if you die alive, you will feel sad when you think about it suddenly.

So Mei Xiaohan sat himself in front of the table like a sculpture... He saw Zhuang Qingliu drooping his eyelids and his eyelashes started to get wet, as if he and Mei Hualan had entered into a scene of hugging each other and crying.

Feeling that he was used to big scenes, City Lord Yan was as quiet as a chicken and dared not vent his anger.

Or Mei Hualan is very weird, she will suddenly turn into a crying girl, and then change back to zero in a second. She took the lead in wiping away the tears on Zhuang Qingliu's shoulder, and then raised her hand to wipe the corners of her eyes. As if the person who burst into tears just now was not her, she said: "I'm crying for my mother, why are you crying?"

"..."

Zhuang Qingliu didn't say anything to her for a long time, and finally had no choice but to hold her hand and said seriously: "I cry, I don't have a mother."

Mei Xiaohan curled up into a shrimp at the speed of light, and buried his head deeply in his arms, not sure if he was laughing so hard that he wanted to evaporate.

At this moment, Mei Hualan turned her head and glanced at her, and suddenly pulled Zhuang Qingliu two steps closer, picked up a goose leg from the plate on the table, and stood it in front of Mei Xiaohan's eyes: "This is an orange."

Zhuang Qingliu: "...?"

"Hahahahahahahahaha." Mei Xiaohan had never laughed like this.

Mei Hualan still stubbornly lowered her head and stared into her eyes: "This is a sour orange."

"—Okay, okay, I beg you."

Mei Xiaohan snatched the goose leg from her hand, ate it in two or three bites, raised his left hand and swore: "I will never tell what happened today, and I won't record it in the history, let me go!" Bar."

Mei Hualan's eyes flickered subtly, as if she felt that it was unacceptable for her to remember it.

Mei Xiaohan hurriedly took out her scroll, changed the subject and said, "The matter of the female ghost must still be investigated, the more she conceals it, the more it means that the person behind it may be very powerful—so you talk about the general situation of the Huaca Building. Let me draw it, and then I will go to Deng Lin's territory to investigate slowly, so you don't have to worry too much."

Needless to say, "This is your business."

Mei Hualan rejected the miscellaneous scrolls she remembered, laid out paper and took a pen by herself, and quickly drew on the desktop according to the scene in memory, and drew the style of Huae Building and the outer sentry tower, trees, ancient well in the courtyard, plaque, etc. The iconic things are drawn very carefully one by one, so accurate that there are only three cloud patterns of Lingxiao flowers on the side edge of the plaque.

Zhuang Qingliu bowed her head beside her, and found that although her paintings were not as spiritual as Lan Song's, she was still a very good painter.

After a while, Mei Xiaohan took the drawing paper upside down, blew on the wet ink on it, and observed: "The details are fairly detailed. So as long as this Huacalyx Building existed, it can always be found. But it needs to How long, there is no definite number. After all, there are layers of earth buildings like this in the Lingnan area, and we can't be too eye-catching, otherwise it will attract the attention of the Yu family."

Although Zhuang Qingliu always had an indescribable feeling in her heart, it was a common thing for her, so she didn't bother to wave her hands: "Whatever it is, let's finish the matter here first."

Mei Xiaohan rolled up the drawing paper, raised her head and said, "You mean about the wine brewing girl, the remaining half that Hualan didn't find out?"

Zhuang Qingliu turned her head and wiped her shoulders casually: "Well, did the groom kill the girl's parents?"

Seeing Zhuang Qingliu's movements from the corner of her eyes, Mei Hua immediately shifted her eyes uncomfortably to the place where she was so wet from crying.

Mei Xiaohan nodded: "Yes. But at first, the groom coveted the brewing girl's wine recipe, and he repeatedly proposed to marry him because of this, not because of her."

"Ah." Zhuang Qingliu wiped it again and again, the wet place was still wet, so he simply let it go and just sighed, "No wonder the Ghost Bride wants her to twist her head with her own hands, in fact, she is asking her to take revenge with her own hands. Although the female ghost's method is simple and rough, it can be called kindness."

Mei Xiaohan looked at the picture scroll and sighed: "Yes, it's no wonder that she has been able to maintain her soul for so many years. In fact, there is such a thing as Yin Gong in the dark."

Probably all the quick-witted efforts in this world are more or less mixed with some heart-to-heart comparisons.

Mei Hualan just waved her sleeves and let Mei Siji out, then she heard Zhuang Qingliu pondering: "I want to meet this wine making girl."

Mei Hualan turned her head to look at her, didn't say anything, just nodded and said: "You guys go out first."

Everyone in the room paused for a moment, before Mei Xiaohan and Mei Siji, who had just come out, raised their fingers to themselves: "Me?"

After pointing, he suddenly pointed at the other party: "Who?"

Mei Hualan stared at the two of them expressionlessly: "You guys."

"...Hahaha, okay." Mei Xiaohan shook his fan bone, tapped on the palm of his hand, winked and said, "We are not in a hurry, and neither are you two, take your time."

"..." Zhuang Qingliu really didn't expect her to be such a Mei Xiaohan.

Mei Hualan just tilted her head, and when her eyes dropped casually, Mei Xiaohan's intact fan bone "squeaked" and broke into eight petals.

……

Then from upstairs to downstairs, Mei Xiaohan was dragged down by Mei Siji like a wandering soul, and after half a cup of tea, he stared down at the broken fan bone in his hand in despair, and rushed to Mei Siji. Siji murmured: "You Duanzhu lords were not like this before."

Mei Siji looked at her complicatedly, and agreed: "Yes, since a certain vixen came here."

……

The vixen upstairs has already put down the bed curtain, took off the outer wedding robe, and then the inner garment...Of course, it doesn't do anything, it's just for a change of clothes.

Mei Hualan, the face-changing monster, put on the skin of a gentleman again, and changed his clothes all the time outside, without making any extra noise, nor acting like a monster.

After a while, Zhuang Qingliu, who had changed his clothes, bowed his head and folded the wedding gown, and touched it subtly in his heart, then opened the bed curtain, went out and handed it to Mei Hualan, and together they put it away and went downstairs.

The place where the brewing girl lives temporarily is still in the suburbs, but Jinchan Town is not big, so the four of them left the city quickly and saw her.

Mei Siji thought that she had something to ask when she came this time, so she couldn't help listening attentively, but when Zhuang Qingliu entered the door, she said straight to the point: "Although I'm sorry, I came to taste your wine .”

Mei Xiaohan immediately turned to look at her in surprise: "..."

Although the wine making girl is getting better physically and mentally, she is still confused, looking at Zhuang Qingliu: "You—"

"not like this."

Mei Xiaohan soon felt that he was the only one who could reliably enter the door, and explained the hidden story of the ghost bride to the wine making girl.

"I'm sorry to bring up your sadness again, but you should know the truth about this kind of thing."

Mei Siji quickly delivered the handkerchief to the brewing girl.

The brewing girl took the handkerchief: "Thank you."

"You're welcome, it's just these things, you should rest early, let's go." Mei Xiaohan was obviously very skilled in this old mother's job, so he got up and left after speaking.

Zhuang Qingliu still leaned on the table and said, "No. I really want to taste your wine."

Several people:"……"

The wine making girl tilted her head and said softly: "... all the wine in my house has been burnt."

Zhuang Qing showed a very regretful expression, but after blinking and thinking for a while, he said: "Then can you sell me the recipe? I just want to brew two jars for myself, and I will definitely not let it out."

Probably already knew their identities, so the brewing girl was not unconvinced, maybe there was a reason why she didn't care, so she quickly found a pen and paper, bowed her head and wrote a recipe for brewing.

Zhuang Qingliu took it quickly and happily, turned her head and raised her eyebrows, motioning for Mei Hualan to pay.

Mei Siji: "..."

Mei Xiaohan glanced at her thoughtfully, and quickly understood what Zhuang Qingliu meant. This girl is now helpless, and even if she has a recipe for wine making, she can't support herself for the time being, so she needs it very much. A sum of money to start life again.

Needless to say, Plum Blossom Lane knew it well from the beginning, so he put a bag of golden plum blossoms on the table, and said to the brewing girl, "This bag of golden plum blossoms can not only be exchanged at the pawn shop, but if you take it, the Mei family is here." The disciples stationed in the city will also take good care of you, and if you let the word out, absolutely no one will dare to covet you again. You can always ask them for help if you need anything in the future."

Zhuang Qingliu folded the wine and put it in his arms: "This is the best."

Several people turned around and went out the door after speaking, and left silently in the night.It wasn't until a long time after they left that the brewing girl realized that she held the golden plum blossom with a complicated expression, turned to the door, and watched them leave for a long time.

"...Thank you."

Mei Siji would never admit Zhuang Qingliu's kindness of "borrowing flowers to present Buddha", and hummed while walking, vomiting her old and new hatred together: "You actually just want to drink wine?"

Zhuang Qingliu shook her willow branch in a good mood: "Nonsense. I am so kind."

Mei Siji: "Whoa, whoa, whoa!"

Zhuang Qingliu couldn't help but stop laughing: "It's such a thing as accumulating blessings, so what about borrowing flowers to offer Buddhas, anyway, I don't shy away from persuading people to do it—after all, ghosts have Yin skills, and everything must be the same. Would you like it?" It doesn't matter, it's just personal preference and choice."

Mei Xiaohan heard this, but immediately felt a little melancholy: "There is a line of words on the Lishan stone on the mountain behind our house, which is exactly - the world of mortals is vast, do righteousness with one's hand, straighten my heart at the right time, and do it with a little effort."

Zhuang Qingliu hummed, then turned around and asked, "This line is very correct, what's the matter?"

Mei Xiaohan turned her head and shook her head: "I didn't say it was wrong. It's just that this line... I heard from the elders that it was carved impromptu by Hua Lan's father when he was practicing swords in the back mountain when he was not yet 13 years old."

But for a person like him, he didn't end well.

Zhuang Qingliu turned to look at Meihualan, Meihualan didn't have any special expression on her face, she just glanced in the direction of Luoxia Peak: "Let's go and take your thoughts home."

So the few people quickly changed directions and went up the mountain to pick up Mei Sigui in the middle of the night.Because it was raining on Luoxia Peak the day before yesterday, Mei Sigui was rolling all over at the moment...Mom Jianda appeared.

Seeing a few people, she immediately jumped out of the pheasant heap excitedly and rushed into Zhuang Qingliu's arms with splashes of mud!

Zhuang Qingliu turned around and ran away: "Whose family is this? I don't want it!"

Mei Sigui chased after him in dissatisfaction and cursed: "Chirp, chirp, chirp, chirp!"

Mei Xiaohan stretched out his hand amid Mei Hualan's expression, and wrapped his arms around the mud bird tiredly, bowed his head and said: "Baby, stop chasing Jiu Jiu Jiu, you will be beaten soon."

Mei Sigui was innocent, and blinked her double eyelids that had been muddy into single eyelids: "..." After thinking about it, she wanted to fly to catch up again, as if she deliberately wanted to get Zhuang Qingliu covered in mud.

Zhuang Qingliu turned her head and stared at it, feeling that no one, big or small, could worry, so she quickened her pace and turned down the mountain in a hurry.

Mei Hualan calmly squeezed her wrist and led her to disappear on the spot.

Only then did Mei Sigui rush to the spot and stop, turning his head with nowhere to let go, and rolled into Mei Siji's arms again.

……

So a good group of people was forced to divide into two groups to leave. Zhuang Qingliu on this side just opened his eyes after spinning around, and the Mei family's fairy mansion was already in front of him.And Mei Hualan was standing beside her, looking down at her cautiously.

Zhuang Qingliu only turned his head to look at her, then turned around and walked out of the Immortal Mansion.

Mei Hualan's face changed slightly, she grabbed her wrist, and looked closely into her eyes: "...where are you going?"

"Of course I'm going to find Duan Bin."

Zhuang Qingliu raised an eyebrow at her: "I haven't finished what I want to talk to him, or is there no more freedom?"

Mei Hualan lowered her head immediately: "Of course not." As she spoke, she took her hand with a little disappointment in her eyes, and asked tentatively, "...What do you want from him? Can't I do it for you?"

Zhuang Qingliu turned her head and snorted at her: "I don't need you. Let's go."

"..."

Mei Hualan clutched her hand tightly with shame, "Then I'll go with you."

Zhuang Qingliu suddenly turned his head, looked her up and down, deliberately took out a money bag from his sleeve, and put it in her palm: "Mei Pan, it's useless for me to redeem the sword for him."

This purse was given to her by Mei Hualan in Lansong Void Realm to buy peaches for her to eat.

So Mei Hualan looked down at the palm of his hand for a moment, then suddenly raised his eyes and asked: "Then what did you use to redeem the sword for him?"