0251 Lu Dongbin doesn’t bite dogs

Zhou Meng smelled a fragrance that was very familiar.

My eyelids were heavy and the bright light made my eyes sting, so it took me a long time to open them successfully.

The first thing I saw was Wei Ji's cold face. The majesty was exactly the same as Zhuang Xiang's, but Wei Ji's coldness was the coldness of death, while Zhuang Xiang's coldness was the coldness of a judgment.

"woke up?"

Zhou Meng got up and looked down at the wound on his chest. It had scabbed over and it didn't hurt that much anymore.

"Where's the money?"

"What money?" Zhou Meng did not expect that Wei Ji's first concern was money.

"All our money is with you, including our accommodation. We had no place to stay last night, so we went directly to Jilan Sect. You must know that Jilan Sect worships the God of Light and is very vigilant at night.

It is impolite to visit Jilan Sect at night, and I also have to face Zhuang Xiang directly! Do you know how dangerous that scene is?"

Zhou Meng nodded: "It is indeed more exciting. But then again, where is Cheng Xue?"

Wei Ji looked a little sad: "One butterfly broke its wings and died soon after. Cheng Xue's soul was connected to the butterfly, and the pain was unbearable. The other butterfly was also heartbroken, adding insult to injury, and Cheng Xue couldn't bear it.

, passed out...what are you doing?"

"I'm going to see Cheng Xue." Zhou Meng got out of bed in confusion.

"Wait a minute," Zhou Meng stretched out his nose and sniffed, and followed the fragrance to see the incense burner, in which spices were burning.

"Hey! Isn't this a contraband of Jilan Sect? Why can you bring it in?" Zhou Meng pointed at the incense burner and asked.

"What kind of contraband? I haven't heard of it."

"It's just spices. The spices I bought on the street were picked up by Zhuang Xiang after I brought them here! And you are still using them now!"

"Zhuang Xiang, I didn't say that. Moreover, this morning, people from the Jilan Sect came to visit you. They also said that this spice has the effect of nourishing the mind. If there is a chance, they would like to learn how to prepare it. Where did such a 'contraband' come from?

explain?"

"Okay, Zhuang Xiang, you are targeting me! You have to give me an explanation." Zhou Meng stepped forward angrily, but was stopped by Wei Ji.

"Be careful what Zhuang Xiang remembers. I think that with Zhuang Xiang's magic power, it is impossible for him to have no impression of the eighth day of September. Therefore, he is very likely to recognize us, so we should not take the initiative to provoke Zhuang Xiang, in order to avoid

What clue did he find?"

Zhou Meng thought for a moment that it did make sense. Taking a step back, she didn't need to argue with the characters in these books. There was no need. Don't get too involved. She didn't belong here.

"Then I'll go see Chengxue."

He was still held back by Wei Ji.

"What? Isn't it okay if I go see Chengxue?"

Wei Ji said helplessly: "It's okay to look at Cheng Xue, but you should get dressed."

"oh."

Wei Ji helped Zhou Meng bring Jilan Sect clothes.

Because Jilan Mountain is covered with ice and snow all year round and the climate is cold, ordinary cotton clothes are not very good at keeping out the cold.

The Jilan Mountain people used yak hair and mayflies in the hot spring water to weave a special cloth, which they simply called Jilan cloth.

There is soft down on the light brown cloth. In the ice and snow, wearing a layer of Jilan cloth will make you feel as warm as spring.

The wound on Zhou Meng's chest was scabbed, and his range of movement was limited. It was difficult to put on clothes. After Wei Ji helped Zhou Meng tidy up, he couldn't stand Zhou Meng's clumsy hands and feet, so he reluctantly helped Zhou Meng put on clothes. Then Zhou Meng looked like

Like a child who didn't want to stay home, he ran out directly.

"Chengxue is in the hut on the right!" Wei Ji shouted from behind.

Entering Chengxue's hut, I felt a burst of warmth.

Taking a closer look, Zhuang Xiang was actually at the head of Chengxue's bed, and his hands were sliding back and forth on Chengxue's eyes.

Then Chengxue lay motionless as if she had been cast on a body-fixing spell.

"Zhuang Xiang! What are you doing?"

Zhou Meng walked forward and looked down. The snow-formed butterfly fell to the ground. It had no aura and was already dead.

Could it be that Zhuang Xiang remembered what happened on the eighth day of September and was questioning Cheng Xue. Cheng Xue was too harsh and Zhuang Xiang was threatening him?

"You Zhuang Xiang, you still know how to take revenge! Give me a break!"

Zhou Meng pulled Zhuang Xiang up and stood in front of Cheng Xue.

Chengxue heard the sound and stood up. Since there were no butterflies, she couldn't see anything. She followed the sound with both hands and searched for Zhou Meng.

But Zhou Meng was concentrating on questioning Zhuang Xiang and ignored Cheng Xue's hand.

Because Zhuang Xiang was pulled by Zhou Meng, he retreated continuously. He was most taboo about contact with others. This was a strange habit he had developed since he was a child. However, he took a step back and became more and more angry, and finally pulled out his sword.

Pointing to Zhou Meng.

"Hey? What are you doing? Do you want to do something? Don't forget that this is the Jilan Sect. Be careful, I will demolish your home!" Zhou Meng hated being pointed at with a sword, and his arrogant tone covered up his fear.

Mo Long: "What's wrong with you? Are you afraid? I will become depressed! Zhuang Xiang hates you to death. This atmosphere is very good. You need to stay calm so that I can better absorb his anger."

According to Zhou Meng's understanding of Zhuang Xiang, there may be three reasons for Zhuang Xiang's current anger.

First, she touched him just now, but she charmed him with flower cakes last night. Third, he confirmed the perpetrator of his capture on September 8th.

If it was the third reason, they must have started fighting by now, but neither of the first two reasons alone could make him so angry, so the first and second reasons were combined.

Then things will be easy to handle. As long as Zhuang Xiang doesn't find out what happened on the eighth day of September, everything will be easy to deal with.

Zhou Meng turned his sword aside as usual and said arrogantly: "Others say you have good conduct and a broad mind. I didn't expect you would care about this matter. I know you care about your image. After you had a pollen allergy last night, I

He Chengxue carefully sent you back

Yibai Pavilion, no one knows how rude you were after you were confused. Isn’t this considerate enough? But if you come to kill my junior brother’s butterfly now, it’s your fault! Those are his eyes! You healthy people,

How can you feel the pain of a blind person?”

Zhuang Xiang glared at Zhou Meng fiercely, put away his sword, turned around and left angrily.

Chengxue finally grabbed Zhou Meng's clothes. Zhou Meng turned around and comforted Chengxue: "Don't worry, I will put on a pair of glasses for you. Although it won't last long, as long as I am by your side, you will be able to wear glasses."

I can let you see it!”

Zhou Meng patted his chest and said, then he covered his chest and shouted that it hurt.

"Senior Sister Meng," Chengxue asked anxiously, "How is your injury?"

"Wei Ji has already taken care of it for me! Look, it's okay. Oh, you can't see it yet."

Chengxue's face turned red, "Senior Sister Meng, how can you let others see the injury on your chest?"

"Oh, it's not very close to the sensitive area. It's just a little bit below the collarbone." Zhou Meng pressed the location below Chengxue's collarbone, "Well, that's about it."

Chengxue nodded and asked: "How did Senior Sister Ji help you heal your injuries? Did you use Jilan Sect's medicine? Our physiques are different from those of Jilan Sect disciples. Will it be uncomfortable?"

"Ha! Speaking of which, I'm going to be so angry! Wei Ji used Jicang's spices to help me heal my wounds. Do you remember that you brought it to me before?"

"I remember."

"But do you still remember that when Zhuang Xiang saw us yesterday, he actually said that the spices we bought were contraband! In other words, what Wei Ji can bring in, I can't bring in! He must be

He is prejudiced against both of us, so he treats us differently. And today, he has come to kill your butterfly! This man looks like a gentleman, but he is actually a coward."

Mo Long: "Now there is only a brief introduction left in the book, but the setting of Zhuang Xiang is fair and just, caring about the world, calm and calm, chivalrous and courageous..."

Zhou Meng: "Stop it, now that the books are destroyed, who can ensure that the characters will not deteriorate?"

"But Senior Sister Meng and Senior Brother Xiang are here to help me." Chengxue whispered. "What? Come to help you? What are you helping you with?"

"He came to see the butterfly and said that the five senses of the butterfly are connected with my five senses. Now the butterfly is in unbearable pain. If I continue to be connected with the butterfly, I will continue to suffer. So, Brother Xiang helped me cut it off.

I feel a lot better now." Cheng Xue felt a little aggrieved for Zhuang Xiang, "And he is still thinking of ways to see if he can let me see him."

"So, when he is dangling in front of your eyes, he is looking into your eyes?"

"Yes. Moreover," Cheng Xue felt a little embarrassed for Zhou Meng, "he also said that the Jilan Sect has thousands of years of ink. Although it cannot fade forever, if it can be used to draw glasses, it can be used for a month or two.

.”

"How does he know that you can draw glasses on your green silk?"

"I told him. He asked me if there was anything I could do. I said, Sister Meng, you can help me draw it, and he mentioned Thousand Years Ink."

"Then I am a dog biting Lu Dongbin?"

"A little bit." Chengxue whispered.

"Okay, then I'll go apologize to him and make amends?"

"Probably, misunderstandings will eventually be resolved." Chengxue said with a smile.

Zhou Meng first drew a pair of eyes on the green silk in front of Cheng Xue's eyes with his fingers, then adjusted to a humble attitude and told Cheng Xue that he was going to Zhuang Xiang to apologize.

After leaving the door, he scolded Zhuang Xiang.

"I'm asking him to apologize, bah! He's not even the leading actor, so he's worthy of it. Mo Long, go directly to Luotian Jing!"

Mo Long: "I can't find the exact location of the Falling Mirror. After arriving at Jilan Sect, my positioning function was very disordered."

Zhou Meng: "Why are you stretching your hips like this? The Falling Sky Mirror is so close and yet you can't find it? I can't touch the entire Jilan Sect."

Mo Long: "The Jilan Sect respects good gods, and the most respected one is the God of Light. All spells and enchantments are related to the good gods. The demon god is an evil god and a dark god, and will be suppressed by the environment here. Therefore, I

I am implicated."

Zhou Meng: "What should we do now? Have we lost our direction?"

Molong: "No, I haven't completely lost my direction. There are still clues."

Zhou Meng: "Where?"

Mo Long: "Zhuang Xiang."

Zhou Meng looked at the sky: "What are you doing? Or is it Zhuang Xiang?"

Mo Long: "After the fight, I noticed that Zhuang Xiang has the aura of the Falling Mirror. It seems that he is contaminated with something related to the Falling Mirror, but he is not the holder of the Falling Mirror. Therefore, he is very

He may be in contact with Luotian Mirror, and as long as he follows him, he may be able to find the whereabouts of Luotian Mirror."

Zhou Meng: "That's good. Let's go and apologize now. You've hidden it well. We almost couldn't get in yesterday because of you and the devil."

Mo Long: "Actually, I also felt strange yesterday. The devil was sleeping, so how could Men Lian and Zhuang Xiang sense the aura of the evil god?"

Zhou Meng: "The water in Zhuangxiang is deep. Let's go. Remember to talk less."


Chapter completed!