no one knows better than me

Zhuang Qingliu quickly rolled his eyes behind her and knelt beside her.

Also kneeling, Zhu Heng knelt with a straight posture, while Zhuang Qingliu was lying on the ground as if he had no bones, the two were not the same at all.

It wasn't until then that the same ethereal footsteps slowly sounded from the place surrounded by white mist behind him. The footsteps were obviously close at hand, but they seemed to be walking from the sky far away, extremely slow and calm.

Immediately afterwards, a wind pendulum shining bright moon-white aura appeared in the field of vision from the side.Zhu Heng quickly backed away silently, from being side by side with Zhuang Qingliu to kneeling behind her.

This is a gesture of slavery.

Zhuang Qingliu didn't say anything, and didn't raise his eyes, he just called out with drooping eyelids: "Master."

The person who walked all the way from behind her to the front finally stopped and lowered her head slightly.This person has an extremely indescribable face, in the words that Zhuang Qingliu often secretly arranged with Zhu Heng in private: "I don't think it is possible for Gu Mengchao to have a better-looking face than mine, so her must be fake. The face was drawn with a pen!"

And the only person who Zhuang Qingliu always cares about looking better than himself is the real master of the old dream tide, Zhuang Huang.

Surrounded by radiant spiritual fires and brilliant lights and shadows, the person in front of her stood quietly for a long time before asking Zhuang Qingliu calmly, "Do you know why she knelt with you?"

Zhuheng knelt on the spot and didn't move.

Zhuang Qingliu has been forced to answer this question countless times in the past hundreds of years. Although it is hard to say that he is tired, he still said mechanically with a blank face: "Because if I do something wrong, someone will be implicated."

Zhuang Huang asked: "So do you think you did something wrong this time?"

Zhuang Qingliu said truthfully: "I don't know what's wrong." Zhu Heng couldn't even smell his breath.

Zhuang Huang didn't have any other reaction, but continued to ask: "Why do you make a decision by yourself?"

Zhuang Qingliu said calmly and calmly: "Because it was the most natural and best time to propose it at that time, and it never came in time."

Zhuang Huang thought for a while and asked, "Have you considered it carefully before?"

Zhuang Qingliu said truthfully: "That's not true. It's just that after I went and walked with Zhuheng this time, I felt that sooner or later, it would be better to be passive than active."

Zhuang Huang looked at her silently for a while, then turned to the window silently, and said in an ethereal voice, "Do you know what will happen after you take this step?"

Zhuang Qingliu raised his eyebrows: "Who can know what has not happened yet? And can I stand by and ignore what has happened in front of me just to worry about what may happen in the future?"

Her tone was taken for granted, loud and sound, as if she was indeed very reasonable.

"Besides," Zhuang Qingliu knelt down, "There's nothing special about them, they're just born with each other. Haven't you and that Daoist of the Changgeng Immortal Mansion, Ran Deng, been friends all along?"

After Zhuang Huang remained silent for a long time, he seemed to have turned the page on the matter with a tacit attitude, and just looked out the window and asked, "Did you say hello for me?"

"Well." Zhuang Qingliu took out a gardenia shower gold note from his arms at this time, and said, "This is a piece of... er, music score that he asked me to bring to you. He said he made it himself. Please appreciate it."

After these words, Zhuheng behind her lowered her head silently, as if to hide the expression on her face.Although her small movements were hardly traceable, Zhuang Huang casually took the gold-sprinkling paper from Zhuang Qingliu's hand, and turned his gaze to her head.

Zhuheng's back froze instantly, and at this moment, a voice sounded from behind in time: "What song?"

Zhu Heng immediately kowtowed in a kneeling position, and called out seriously: "Master."

Zhuang Qingliu casually raised his head and said hello: "Master, have you come out of retreat?"

"Yeah." The person who spoke aloud outside the door came in.

The person who came was called Guiyao, her name was very strange, her identity was very strange, and she had always been very strange, and her relationship with Zhuang Huang, who was the master of Gumengchao, was even more strange. , is a very strange existence everywhere.Zhuang Qingliu didn't know if she was from the same family as Zhuang Huang, but no one taught her how to call Guiyao since she was a child, so as time passed, she just called her Shishu casually, and no one said anything, as if she could do anything.

The only certainty is that Zhu Heng is actually the nominal disciple accepted by Guiyao, and she has nothing to do with Zhuang Huang.And because Guiyao's identity in Gumengchao has always been very strange, so even Zhuheng's identity is also very strange.

In short, everything is very strange and confused, and no one can figure it out.

"What happened?"

Gui Yao approached and glanced at the flower paper in Zhuang Huang's hand, then turned to Zhuang Qingliu and Zhu Heng who were on the ground, with a solemn expression: "Why did you go there to show your face?"

Zhuang Qingliu explained to her: "Because half a month ago, a fleet dispatched there got involved in the Gumeng Tide, but this time before I arrived to deal with it, they had already summoned them back."

Gui Yao's voice was soft like singing: "Is the barrier not working?"

"Well." Zhuang Qingliu said, "Probably because in the past few years, too many people had their memories erased, and they have already noticed."

For a long time, whether it was by accident or exploration, there are actually many people who have touched the existence of the ancient dream tide.Because if something really exists, it's hard to hide it for a long time, let alone such a big island.As long as the island is still in the sea and not actually in the sky, it will be discovered one day.

In the past hundreds of years, Zhuang Qingliu had erased the memories of countless people who entered by mistake, and then sent them away quietly.But in recent years, more and more people came in with a purpose, and Zhuang Qingliu was so busy that he couldn't see the flowers. Often, the east side just pressed the gourd, and the west side immediately floated the gourd, treating her like a bird It seems to be slipping around in the southeast, north, south, and north of the entire Gumengchao.

And the real stinky bird Zhuheng knows how to practice and practice in one day.

Now there is no choice but to show up, and let the major aristocratic sects there choose people to practice in Gumengchao every year, Zhuang Qingliu probably also has the intention of learning from them to suppress hostages.

After listening to Gui Yao, there was no special expression on his face, but he thought for a long time and said: "I see, it's just that the tree wants to be quiet and the wind doesn't stop, it's not a big deal." He said to Zhuang Qingliu, " It's you, calm down a day, don't play around crazy, you are only one step away from the catastrophe, whether you care about it or not, you should always know something in your heart."

Zhu Heng next to him heard this, and immediately turned his head to stare at Zhuang Qingliu for a long time. At this moment, Zhuang Huang, who was by the window with his hands behind his back, said, "Okay, you guys go back."

Zhuang Qingliu made a face at her from behind, then stretched out her hand and pulled Zhu Heng behind her to stand up together.

At this time, Zhuang Huang didn't reply, "Don't make trouble."

Zhuheng immediately shook off Zhuang Qingliu, got up and rolled his eyes at her.

"That's right." Zhuang Huang turned around while talking, and actually looked at Zhuang Qingliu and smiled slightly, "I heard that you named yourself Qingliu, and you said I named it?"

Zhuang Qingliu who had already walked to the door: "..."

After the atmosphere was awkwardly suspended for a moment, she quickly blinked her eyes and turned her head to ask calmly, "Who did you listen to?"

The smile on Zhuang Huang's face remained unchanged: "Who else should I listen to?"

"Ah... that's right." Zhuang Qingliu interrupted cleverly, "But why do you know everything? Is there anything in this world that you don't know?"

Although there was still a slight smile on Zhuang Huang's face, but this time he didn't answer the conversation, but his eyes fell on Zhuang Qingliu's face like a phantom, and he said softly almost like a sigh: "Zhuer, are you Therefore, the young master of Mengchao, let me listen to you whatever you want in the future. But many things are often in your thoughts, so don't make mistakes."

After she finished speaking, Zhuang Qingliu's heart suddenly felt an indescribable palpitation, as if the words she had heard a thousand times suddenly weighed more than a thousand pounds, and she couldn't calm down for a while.

But at this time, Zhuang Huang's figure by the window had already flashed lightly and disappeared out of thin air.

Until she disappeared, Zhuheng seemed to be able to breathe a sigh of relief, turned his head and asked Weiyao hesitantly: "Master, Tianjie is really..."

Zhuang Qingliu inexplicably put down the hand that was touching his heart, and turned his eyes from the window back to Zhu Heng's face: "Don't ask, if there is a thunder disaster, I will stick to you and cross."

Zhu Heng: "..."

Zhuang Qingliu said: "Even if I can't hack it, I will give you a shock."

Zhu Heng stared at her inexplicably coldly for a moment: "Where did I provoke you again?"

"No? Then why do you inquire about my catastrophe? Anyway, you won't cross it."

Zhuang Qingliu acted surprised, dragged her out and said, "Okay, I've been so busy recently, I have to stay here to hear you feel sour, let's go."

……

After the two said goodbye to Guiyao, their figures flashed and they returned to the Mei family's Immortal Mansion.It took a full half of the night for the meeting of the Hundred Families of the Immortal Sect to finally come to an end, or to put it on a temporary hiatus.

Zhuang Qingliu didn't care that they were discussing east and west, but taking advantage of the night, he quickly shuttled around the entire fairy mansion of Mei's family as if he had entered no one's land. Zhu Heng grabbed her tightly: "What are you doing?"

"—Hush." ​​Zhuang Qingliu opened a hole in a roof with his hand, looked up at her, "Let me see who is a human and who is a dog, otherwise, how could such a huge Mei Family Immortal Mansion be like this today?" No one came out."

As she was speaking, she saw the scene below where the four elders of the Mei family were arguing with Mei Huaye's mother and son.The family ugliness is not publicized, presumably in front of outsiders, although the four elders of the Mei family are not used to it, they will not stand up in public. After all, the most important thing in a sect is unity of heart, no matter how big the disagreement is, they will talk behind closed doors. Instead of slapping the suzerain in the face in public.

Zhu Heng had no choice but to follow her and landed on the side of the roof like a thief, and said impatiently: "What's so interesting, the two mothers and sons of the Mei family are obviously just using Houyan's hand to torture that child That's all."

Zhuang Qingliu ignored her, looked down thoughtfully for a while, and then gently closed the tile: "I'm afraid there are other reasons."

After she finished speaking, the door of the main hall below creaked open, and the four elders of the Mei family seemed to leave angrily.

Zhuang Qingliu raised his eyebrows, and soon, he shot up from the roof like a big bat and flew away lightly.Zhu Heng couldn't hold back, and was so angry that he had no choice but to keep chasing after her to prevent her from doing more outrageous things.

But Zhuang Qingliu didn't do anything else, but followed his memory and landed on a dilapidated small roof by the cliff.This shabby house that slammed all around was exactly where Mei Hualan lived.

Before sending the child back, she looked like she didn't want anyone to see where she lived, so Zhuang Qingliu just smiled casually and changed the topic. Now it's midnight, and she came to take a peek again.

Zhu Heng really couldn't stand her, but after a flash in the corner of his eyes, he could only hold the tile with both hands quickly, and caught the tile thrown by Zhuang Qingliu - after a hole was opened in the roof, a ray of soft light suddenly came out .

"What's going on? You haven't slept in the middle of the night?"

"Sleeping. The medicine bottle is still on the side. It should be used obediently."

At this moment, Mei Hualan was wrapped quietly in the quilt, only a small head was exposed, and Zhuang Qingliu looked down with satisfaction.But after looking around at those simple hard beds, black tables and potholed ground, she couldn't be more satisfied.

It's obviously my own home, but it's as if I'm living under someone else's fence.

After watching in silence for a while, Young Master Zhuang flew away like a butterfly.She is like this, she will always be like this, she will never say hello in advance when she wants to do something, Zhu Heng can only run behind.

This time Zhuang Die flew for a while, then landed on another roof, and it seemed to be on the roof tonight.Zhu Heng slightly lifted the tiles and glanced down. This is the guest room of the Mei family, and the person sleeping under the golden silk flower quilt is Hou Yan, the suzerain of the Dachuan Hou Clan.

The person next to him lazily stretched his legs and sat on the roof without moving. When Zhu Heng saw the back flame below, he immediately looked up at her vigilantly: "What do you want to do?"

Zhuang Qingliu put his legs up idly, put his hand on half of his cheek indifferently, and thought for a while: "Kill him?"

"..." Zhuheng immediately scolded her, "Come here, Shaohu!"

While she was talking, Hou Yan, who was sleeping peacefully on the bed, was having a secret dream. In the dream, a person pointed at his eyebrows with a poisonous snake-like arrowhead, pointing at him and saying word by word: "If you dare to shoot her again, I will shoot you to death."

"If you dare to shoot her again, I will shoot you to death... If you dare to shoot her again, I will shoot you to death... If you dare to shoot her again, I will shoot you to death..."

"— Whoosh!!"

Hou Yan suddenly sat up from the bed in the boundless darkness, cold sweat rolled down his face, and his heart beat wildly

How, how could there be such a real dream? ! !

And the person who pointed a cold arrow at him in the dream... that person, that person can only see a thin layer of white jade-like fox mask on his face, who is it?

"Could it be, vixen?"

Zhu Heng, who was watching coldly from the roof: "..."

However, Zhuang Qingliu snorted softly with his nose, and flew up ignoring the poor man, ran to Mrs. Mei again, and warned in his dream: "Mei Zongci is the eldest son of the Mei family. He has a proud appearance and a good character. Whether he betrayed the Mei family, or whether the Mei family suzerain was willing to give his son a free and easy life, you know better than anyone else. Now that the dove has occupied the magpie's nest, the Mei family is yours ?”

"The Mei family is yours? The Mei family is yours? The Mei family is yours?..."

Mrs. Mei sat up suddenly from the mysterious and chaotic dream, and for a moment she felt shockingly real, and the most important thing was that the person in the dream who was wearing a white jade fox mask... actually raised an eyebrow at her?

What does raised eyebrow mean? ?ridicule?Disdain?warn? !

Mrs. Mei shouted in surprise, "Come on!"

On the top of her head that she didn't see, Zhuang Qingliu raised her eyebrows lightly, then retracted the beads that seemed to be flowing with spiritual light in her hands, and flew away without looking back.

Some words, some things, some expressions and emotions, it was not convenient for her to do it in public yesterday, nor could she do it in public.

Because of that, it is equivalent to putting eye drops on plum blossoms.

Zhu Heng followed beside him, glanced at Zhuang Qingliu's sleeves that were outstretched like a big bird in a strange and complicated way, and said nothing.

Since the sects of the Hundred Families of the Immortal Sect want to go home and discuss carefully with the people in their own Immortal Mansion, and it takes time to select people, pack things, prepare ships, etc., so this matter will take a while, a while Bad arrangement.

Zhuang Qingliu also temporarily stayed in the Mei Family Immortal Mansion, running around all day long, and sometimes, if he was in a good mood, he would go to the school ground where his disciples practiced swords, and point out two moves.

Sometimes Meihualan passed by the school grounds, and would hesitate and pause lightly, and sometimes she couldn't help turning her head to look around for a long time, feeling the urge to talk to her.

The sun was shining, and after hearing the sound, Zhuang Qingliu, who was holding a straw to tease the horse under the tree, suddenly turned around, and Mei Hualan immediately walked away with a pile of swords in her arms.

The one standing not far away and looking up at her just now was a very low child.

Immediately, a long light golden rope flew out of Zhuang Qingliu's hand, and hooked her back around the collar, with the corners of his eyes bent: "What's going on? There's a kid watching me secretly."

Mei Hualan paused holding the sword: "..."

It was late and busy a few days ago, so Zhuang Qingliu had the time to look her up and down seriously at this moment—there were some immature and delicate eyebrows that hadn't bloomed yet, but her facial features were already very good-looking.

And such a brat.

Zhuang Qingliu looked down and looked back and forth, suddenly felt that she was so small that she could be picked up by herself.

"Tell me, why are you secretly looking at Young Master Zhuang?"

After a while, Zhuang Qingliu's eyes fell back on Mei Hualan's face, and she blinked and smiled at her, looking very happy.

Mei Hualan quickly embraced the sword with a soft voice: "I'm looking at the road."

"That's it." Zhuang Qingliu suddenly laughed, and didn't say much, just waved his sleeves and swept away the pile of swords in Mei Hualan's arms out of thin air. Hug it right away.

Mei Hualan suddenly opened her clear eyes slightly, and looked at her motionlessly.

The Mei family may teach her spiritual arts and calligraphy, but they may not necessarily teach her these things.In Xianmen, riding a horse is used by those noble sons for fun.

Zhuang Qingliu quickly got on the horse, sat behind her, lowered her head and smirked: "Have you ever ridden?"

Probably because she has never felt such intimacy since she was a child, Mei Hualan, who was about to jump down, lowered her head and thought for a while, but she sat in Zhuang Qingliu's arms without moving, but shook her little head.

"Then teach you."

Zhuang Qingliu quickly finished speaking, wrapped her in a thick white fox fur, and ran out like lightning.

There are hundreds of miles of mountains behind Meijia, and large undulating mountain streams and grasslands are intertwined. It is late autumn at this moment, the sky is as blue as washing, and the wind is like weaving in the gallop.

Zhu Heng had no dignity at all, and followed a leaf in the air.

I don't know how long it took, the white horse who had run enough suddenly lost his temper, kicked off the man on the horse's back, and then ran away in a hurry.

"?"Ha ha.

Anyway, it was already the return journey, Zhuang Qingliu didn't care, and flew up into the air with the plum blossom ring in his backhand, and then pulled out a flowered blanket from nowhere, and directly drove it back.He also bowed his head and said, "If you are tired, you can sleep for a while."

Plum Blossom Lane: "..."

Zhuang Qingliu has always been unscrupulous and likes to use everything. If he is not too outrageous, Zhu Heng will never stand with her, and she may eat half a mouthful of flower cakes.

The sky had already darkened, and after sending Mei Hualan back to the door of the dilapidated small courtyard, Zhuang Qingliu pinched her little face: "Are you happy?"

Meihua's appendix soon showed a slight curvature, and nodded her head: "Yes."

"Then there's something more joyful." Zhuang Qingliu said as she knelt down in front of her, and tied a light-colored jade pendant around Mei Hualan's waist.After thinking for a while, he hooked his fingers nimbly and tied a beautiful flower knot.

Mei Hualan looked at her with twinkling eyes: "What is this?"

"It's a jade card for entering and exiting Gumengchao. With it wrapped around your body, you can enter at any time." Zhuang Qingliu said with a hooked corner of his mouth, "And it's a secret compensation for you, so don't let those people see it."

Mei Hualan pursed her lips in surprise, looked at her and said, "I'm not the only one who has been called for the past two days. Can I go too?"

"Naturally." Zhuang Qingliu's eyes flickered indistinctly, and he pointed to the jade around her waist, "Not only can you go, but you are also different from others."

There seemed to be something surging in Mei Hualan's bright and clear eyes, she lowered her head and touched the jade pendant on her waist with her small hand a few times, as if she wanted to ask something.

"Okay. It's time for the kids to go to bed."

Zhuang Qingliu stood up at this moment, stretched out his hand again, gave her a finger, and said, "Hold on."

Plum Blossom Lane: "..."

"What's the matter? Hurry up." Zhuang Qingliu urged her again when she saw that she was still not moving, and bowed her head and said, "How can you not hold the child? You are not qualified."

"..."

The author has something to say: Hahahahaha I Zhuang: You are unqualified, you will never be qualified, whether it is on the bed or off the bed... ummmm.