no one knows better than me

Mei Hualan's gaze, which was lost in some kind of contemplation, was quickly withdrawn from the window, and she glanced at Mei Xiaohan.

"What kind of Peach Blossom Spring? Mr. Tao Yuanming's?"

Zhuang Qingliu asked incredulously, and at the same time, she felt that if it wasn't some coincidence, could it be that someone walked around before her, and the story of Peach Blossom Spring came out here?

Unexpectedly, after listening to this, Mei Xiaohan seriously wondered: "Who is Mr. Tao Yuanming? Could it be that this person first spread the legend of Peach Blossom Spring?"

"..."

Zhuang Qingliu cast a look at her without saying a word, and said, "You should tell me about 'Tale of the Peach Blossom Spring' first?"

"it is good."

Mei Xiaohan quickly said: "The Tale of Peach Blossom Spring is probably a rather absurd and grotesque memoir. It is impossible to test where it first came out. It is estimated to be as long as 20 years. At the beginning, it was rumored that there was a manuscript. But later the manuscript was lost, and this note was passed on word of mouth among many people, roughly equivalent to a legend that has not been verified.”

"The main content of the legend is that in the area of ​​the Baling River Valley where we are now, there is a paradise hidden from the common world. Some people say that this paradise is an ancient country, and some people say it is a rich land that has not yet been stepped on. The land, some say...is a treasure land with an aura as powerful as Senior Zhuang's Gumengchao. In short, it is very mysterious, so over the years, monks from hundreds of immortal families have always come to the Baling area to explore."

Isn't this Tao Weng's Tale of the Peach Blossom Spring?

Zhuang Qingliu's eyebrows twitched when he heard it, and after Mei Xiaohan roughly recounted the first few sentences of this note, he found that it was completely different from the sentence written in Taohuayuan... So what the hell is this?Is fashion really a reincarnation?

She briefly brushed off this point of surprise, and quickly asked Mei Xiaohan, "There have been so many monks looking for it over the years, but no one has found it, right?"

But Mei Xiaohan said solemnly: "No."

Zhuang Qingliu immediately raised half of his eyebrows: "Someone found it?" What kind of legend is that?

"It's so mysterious because it's always between found and not found."

Mei Xiaohan suddenly touched the air, probably unfolded his own notes or something, flipped through the spiritual book in mid-air, and said: "Senior Zhuang, according to records, he once came to Baling to look for the Peach Blossom Spring There are as many as thousands of people, almost all of them are not ordinary people, but scholars of the immortal sect with considerable cultivation. There are hundreds of people who have disappeared without a trace after arriving here."

Zhuang Qingliu's slightly raised eyebrows twitched twice: "Missing?"

"Yes, it's missing."

After Mei Xiaohan nodded with certainty, she looked at her and said, "So there are rumors that it is just an ancient battlefield where hundreds of thousands of soldiers were killed. , can trap the resentful souls inside. And the person who first made the story of Peach Blossom Spring and spread this legend is actually constantly leading the world to feed those Yin soldiers."

Zhuang Qingliu thought of something and turned the cup on the table casually, then turned her head, and suddenly asked Mei Hualan who had been silent for a long time: "Mei Pan, what do you think?"

Mei Hualan just peeled a few peanuts for Zhuang Qingliu and put them in her palm: "It's nonsense."

"Yes, this is a bit of nonsense."

Mei Xiaohan turned over a page of the spiritual book with a smile, and said: "But because these missing people were never seen alive and dead, so there are rumors that these people are not actually dead, but they have found the real ghost by fate." After entering the Peach Blossom Spring, because I missed it too much, I didn’t want to leave, so I stayed there forever. People outside naturally lost their trace forever.”

"It must be some place like Baiyujing in the sky, so that these people can't miss any of them so much that they don't want to come out."

Zhuang Qingliu rubbed the rim of the cup and asked, "Since they are monks, what about the lamps they enshrined in the lamp pavilion?"

"This is the strange part, because none of their lamps have indeed been extinguished."

Mei Xiaohan quickly waved his hand mid-empty, showed Zhuang Qingliu a phantom spirit lamp, and explained at the same time: "Senior Zhuang, look, because the monks' spirit-bonding pills are all golden, so the flame of the spirit lamp is bright. Most of them are normal orange-red with a touch of gold. And these spiritual lamps of people who are said to have disappeared in Peach Blossom Spring, after they disappeared for a period of time, the lamp flames all without exception turned into this strange pure white."

Zhuang Qingliu's eyes fell on the phantom and squinted slightly - the flame of this magic lamp is really a strange white.

After thinking for a while, she quickly asked, "Is there any other explanation for the change of the spirit flame?"

"This is..."

Mei Xiaohan suddenly took a small look at Mei Hualan, and then said surprisingly concisely: "There are rumors that it has something to do with you."

Zhuang Qingliu: "..."

"???"

Seeing that Mei Hualan's face remained silent, and she didn't intend to interrupt, Mei Xiaohan looked at Zhuang Qingliu without hesitation and said, "To be specific, it should be suspected by all the schools of the immortal sect that that place is related to you. "

Zhuang Qingliu held up half of his forehead, not wanting to speak: "Do people in your world only know this trick? Everything has to do with me, and I have nothing to do with good luck?"

Mei Xiaohan suddenly smiled: "Because this matter is really strange and mysterious, and the timing of the rumors is quite sensitive. The most important thing is that disciples from all the major families of the Immortal Sect have disappeared here one after another over the years, so in response to this matter, Bai In fact, the big furniture has already had talks and meetings to decide to manage it, and the big furniture has summed up two main points of doubt, which are not aimless."

Zhuang Qingliu glanced at her out of the corner of his eyes: "Which two points?"

"First, the white spiritual flames transformed by these human spirit lamps have never been recorded in Xianmen Baijia before, but according to many people, they have seen them in your old dream tide. And second, Senior Zhuang—"

Mei Xiaohan suddenly beckoned, and unfolded a dense scroll list with many names on it, and said solemnly: "Almost all of the hundreds of people on this list have had intersections and festivals with you, in the simplest terms... It should be that they all have hatred against you."

"...?"

Zhuang Qingliu's eyes fell on those names, and she felt very strange and unspeakable. She obviously couldn't remember who was with whom among these people, but she first assumed the premise that she had enmity with them. What the hell is this? ?

So could it be that she wrote The Story of Peach Blossom Spring?In her previous life, she was so shrewd that after she died...she could still leave a hand to kill those who had enemies with her?

But this kind of thing that should be eye-catching both emotionally and rationally, isn't even qualified to write a letter? —Which bastard wrote the book she read in her previous life?I didn't remember any important and useful things, but I wrote some trivial pornographic articles such as the marriage of the son of the Lan family and catching female ghosts.

Zhuang Qingliu pointed out a name at first, and wanted to ask why he had any grudges with these people, but after thinking about it, he suddenly forgot, but turned his head to look at Mei Hualan: "Mei Pan?"

Mei Hualan still raised her head indifferently and said, "That's nothing."

When she raised her head like this, Zhuang Qingliu realized that this man had been silently lowering his head to brush the peanut skins off her clothes just now... So he immediately retracted his paw touching the plate, expressing that he didn't want to eat it.

However, it seems that if you deny any bad rumors from Mei Hualan's mouth, it will really make people feel at ease, so Zhuang Qingliu blinked quickly: "That's good."

She turned back and asked Mei Xiaohan: "Since a hundred schools of thought have gathered for a meeting, they should send out their hands to look for it together, didn't they find it?"

Mei Xiaohan shook his head: "The entire Baling River Valley area is too big, it can be said that it was roughly turned over and searched a few years ago, but no abnormalities were found - in fact, it is not that no one has entered the Peach Blossom Spring. In Furong Town, some ordinary people once said that they had heard their friends talk about going there by mistake. But when they found this friend later, the friend denied it and was unwilling to admit it. After repeated inquiries, he only said that he entered Passed a very strange place, I can't remember anything else."

Zhuang Qingliu suddenly asked: "Ordinary people?"

"Yes. In fact, at that time, hundreds of families joined hands to go to war. They offered huge rewards to those who searched for clues, and found a few people who were suspected of having entered by mistake. However, these people kept secrets about their past experiences and basically said they didn't remember. Through the virtual environment Extraction, and indeed found a gap in their memory."

Mei Xiaohan put away the spirit scroll, and said to Zhuang Qingliu with serious eyebrows: "So senior Zhuang, according to my collection and arrangement over the years, I think this 'Peach Blossom Spring' does exist, but that place seems to be very common. The spirit will choose people by itself, and if people are not recognized by it, they will not be able to enter anyway.”

Although Mei Xiaohan is a person who sometimes escapes his intelligence, he is obviously very reliable in his daily life, otherwise he would not be in charge of so many important things in the general Mei's family.Therefore, regarding her judgment, Zhuang Qingliu basically has no doubts, but the most important thing now is to save Bian's family, or in other words, all the chatter is gossip at the moment, at least temporarily confirm that the disappearance of Bian's family is related to this "picking people to eat" The Peach Blossom Spring does have a little connection before we can move forward.

Just as she was thinking, on the street outside the teahouse, a figure of Yu Jian suddenly came down in a hurry, and then quickly entered the door and said: "Mr. Duanzhu, Mr. Yan, I have a clue."

Zhuang Qingliu turned her head immediately, and saw that it was Mei Si'e who seldom followed her on weekdays.

Mei Xiaohan quickly stood up and asked, "What clue?"

Mei Hualan left money on the table at the same time, and several of them left the teahouse together. While walking, Mei Siye called out a map and said: "Everyone, please look here."

Zhuang Qingliu quickly looked down, and the place Mei Si'e was pointing at was a river.

"This river is a relatively turbulent river in the Wushan area of ​​Baling. Normally, fishing boats or ferries would not set foot there. However, due to heavy rains and high tides in the river valley a few days ago, roads in many places were blocked. Only This river is barely passable, and if we go by this river, the schedule for leaving Baling area will be shortened by at least three days."

Mei Hualan only glanced at the picture out of the corner of her eye, and asked calmly, "People from the Bian family went this way?"

"Yes!"

"This river is close to the cliff along the way, and there is no branch in the middle. It is a single track. Even if you don't paddle along the current, it will come out in at most one and a half hours." Mei Si'e quickly pointed to the two ends and said, "But I will separate After finding eyewitnesses and tracing the source, it was confirmed that the Bian family entered from this side in a small boat three days ago, and they have never come out since then!"

That is to say, the Bian family disappeared in this short river!

The few people quickly took control of their swords, skimmed countless mountains and rivers in Baling, and directly landed at the mouth of a Tuan River about two feet wide.Diverting from this fork to the left, there is a relatively gentle river, with slow water flow and relatively wide; and to the right, is the road that the Bian family took by boat that day.

Mei Hualan quickly ordered Mei Si'e and Mei Xiaohan to rent a boat, preferably the same boat that Bian's family had rented that day, because there might be an undercurrent in this river, and the lighter boats would be involved. such as.Immediately, he flew up with Zhuang Qingliu, and quickly patrolled the river back and forth carefully twice, but found nothing unusual.

Half an hour later, to save time, Mei Siye and Mei Xiaohan rushed back from Yujian in mid-air with a really small canoe.

Normally, the small boat should be just two people standing, but four people are really a bit reluctant, so Mei Si'e and Mei Xiaohan still followed by Yu Jian, and Mei Hualan and Zhuang Qingliu boarded the boat.Mr. Duanzhu took the role of the boatman, palming the oars at the bow.

Because of the heavy rain in Baling some time ago, logically speaking, the water flow at that time should be more turbulent than it is now.So Mei Hualan stood on the boat, and artificially performed spiritual magic to increase the flow speed and waves of the river.

On both sides of the bank, there is a scene of red maple all over the mountain at first, and then gradually enters the smooth cliff wall that has been scoured by the water for a long time, and then, it is a steep and narrow road, which can only accommodate a boat to pass through flexibly.The peaks on both sides are soaring to the sky, giving people a strong sense of suffocation that will collapse at any time.

At the narrowest place, Mei Si'e and Mei Xiaohan had no choice but to raise their swords and avoid collision with the boat.

Mei Hualan held her palms, and she always shuttled flexibly on the narrow or intense water surface, but although her technique was very good... Zhuang Qingliu felt very bumpy, so she could only gently hug Mr. Mei's waist from time to time to stabilize herself .

This time, after passing another narrow opening almost by shoulder, Zhuang Qingliu simply wrapped his arms around the person from behind and didn't let go, because not far ahead, there was another sharp corner of almost [-] degrees in a short time.

Mei Hualan lowered her head to look at the hands on her waist, hooked the corners of her mouth, and stroked the water inward to press the oar, with a smooth and neat movement

At the same time, when the boat turned halfway across the cliff like drifting, a slender vine hanging upside down beside her suddenly wrapped around Zhuang Qingliu's waist silently.