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"Are you the ancestor who dug up the jade pendant?!" Wang Mei's voice was incredulous, the clan recorded that the ancestor who passed down the rules of the clan pendant was a grandfather, and this Chizhu's divine sense was obviously still a little girl......

"I don't remember much, I wasn't sure who I was, but I knew that you were who I was, and I was you. ”

"Oh, you're not sure?"

"Yes, I have just woken up now, and my divine sense is much worse than before, I only know, I am the eighth life, you are the ninth life, and the memory of the first seven lives, I only think of the first two simplest lives, do you want to know who they are?"

Wang Mei listened to Chizhu's words, but did not ask about his life experience, but asked: "Then how do you know that the clan pendant was passed down by you?"

"My consciousness is awakened here, and the aura of this clan is extremely familiar, not to mention, I can control this clan pei. Chizhu's tone was proud, and it was obvious that this clan was not something that everyone could control.

Wang Mei was noncommittal to her words, and suddenly she thought of something, so she asked: "So, Clan Perry has something else to do?"

"It's just a matter of permission, and it can only store divine consciousness. Chizhu's tone made people feel that she pursed her lips, dissatisfied with the fact that the clan could only store her divine sense.

Wang Mei didn't think that Zhang Xu was too small, and she was more concerned about the size of the space: "How many people can be put in the divine sense?"

"Hmm, it depends on the breadth of that person's divine consciousness......" Chizhu first sold a pass, but seeing that Wang Mei was just smiling and silent, and did not mean to speak, he said stupidly: "It's really boring to chat with you, such as the breadth of my divine sense, you can put more than 20 people." If it were an ordinary mortal, at least a thousand people could be released. ”

Hearing her answer, the smile on the corner of Wang Mei's mouth deepened, so that Chizhu's divine sense was broad and she also knew it in her heart.

"Don't laugh like a little fox, I know you want to know my strength. Chizhu snorted disdainfully, and instantly pierced Wang Mei's careful thoughts, "I don't mind telling you that my divine sense is about ten times wider than your current divine consciousness. I'm not your enemy, you don't have to be so defensive against me, if you ask something, I will answer you if it doesn't go against my heart, after all, ......"

Chizhu didn't say the next words, but her previous words were enough to make Wang Mei's heart scare, and then her face was hot, and the embarrassment of being guessed carefully made her a little annoyed, but soon she changed her mind and sincerely apologized: "I'm sorry, I'm not suspicious of you, it's just that you and I are not related, it's hard for me to let down my guard against you for a while, this kind of temptation is out of instinct, I will try to avoid it in the future." But, again, it's hard for me to be unguarded. ”

"That's how it is pleasant!" I thought that Chizhu would be a little annoyed after hearing this, but unexpectedly, the message she sent was a little happy, "The deity is not a person who beats around the bush, if necessary, I will also mention it directly to you." After all, you are who I am, and I am you. ”

In the last eight words, Chizhu deliberately strengthened his tone. Wang Mei just smiled at this, Chizhu would not simply be tricked, and she would not simply believe every word Chizhu said, at least, she was sure that Chizhu had hidden something from her own memory.

Just when the two reached an agreement temporarily, Chang Qing's voice came: "Xiaolang, Lu Jialangjun and Zheng Jialangjun have arrived." ”

When Wang Mei heard this, she opened her eyes, which had been closed, and there was a firelight, and in her eyes were two sixteen or seventeen-year-old handsome Lang Jun. One was dressed in bright red and had a bewitching face, and the other was dressed in a blue robe and behaved luxuriously.

"It's you!"

"Seventeen Lang!"

Zheng Mo and Lu Zhan both spoke at the same time, just an anger and a surprise. Among them, there are naturally some allusions.

If you talk about Zheng Mo, he is also a household name in Jiankang's big household. It's just that his well-known reputation is not a serious name, but a real thin name - mean thin.

Legend has it that Zheng Mo never hesitated to praise his favorite characters, and even praised them at any time. But his reaction to the characters he doesn't like is also very clear, and his harsh words have made Meishu hear.

Originally, this was nothing nowadays, and Lang Jun, who has a distinct personality and good color, is always very sought after. It's just that this person is extremely dislike the Confucian doctrine that he has admired since Emperor Wu, and every time he meets Confucianism, he tries his best to be mean, and even sneers at the courtesy, righteousness, and shame he advocates.

Although people nowadays tend to talk about metaphysics and Buddhism, they have long looked down on the so-called "monarchs and ministers, fathers, fathers and sons" of Confucianism. But there is no Langjun like Zheng Mo, who must show contempt every time he mentions it, and even closes his mouth "fake benevolence, hypocrite".

And although the families disdain the monarchs and ministers, the father, the son and the son still have to be inherited. Because of this, the descendants of the big family are somewhat respectful of Zheng Mo.

The strange thing is that usually in such a situation, as a family, it will not let it go, after all, there may be discord between the clans, but they will not alienate each other and destroy their foundation. But the Zheng family in Xingyang did not rebuke Zheng Mo's behavior in Jiankang, as if Zheng Mo acted like this.

Everyone has been building and healthy together for many years, and they are all children of the family, so they naturally know each other. It's just that I don't know what's going on with this Zheng Mo, since Wang Mei can remember, he can't get along with her.

Whenever he encountered it when talking about mysteries, court discussions, or even outings, he would stab himself lukewarmly. According to Yuanyu, it seems that she made a feud with him when she was two years old, and she fought with him over a piece of pastry......

Wang Mei opened his eyes and nodded to him as a salute. Zheng Mo, who had adapted to it, did not feel sluggish about this, but smiled wantonly, first sat on the ground nonchalantly, and then leaned back, actually closing his eyes and recuperating. That look was as wanton as it was wanton.

It was as if he was not in the wilderness, but in a gorgeous and comfortable palace, and he was not sitting opposite the opponent who had been sneering, but a good friend who made people feel comfortable.

Speaking of Lu Zhan, he and Wang Mei are old friends, and they are rumored to be the eight masters of Jiankang by the good deeds and the other six people in Jiankang. The two of them are good at the piano and the other are good at the flute, plus the Keting flute sound of Xiao Jialiulang, every time they get together, they can always attract birds and birds to stop.

Therefore, Lu Zhan's definition of Wang Mei has always been a hard-to-find "bosom friend". Seeing him here this time, his starry eyes were even more brilliant, and at this time his expression was pleasantly surprised, and he strode close to Wang Mei's side, and his always lazy voice was full of joy: "Seventeen Lang, that qin sound fruit was made by you?"

"Yes. When Wang Mei saw Lu Zhan, he was also overjoyed. Ever since she found out that one of the two carriages was from the Lu clan, she had guessed the identity of the person in the carriage, and when she heard the sound of the flute later, she was even more sure that the person in the carriage must be Lu Zhan. This is one of the reasons why she is determined to save people.

"I haven't seen you for a few days, but the sound of the seventeenth lang piano has become more and more refined!" Lu Zhan praised sincerely. He has always been obsessed with music, and as soon as he heard the piano and flute ensemble in the car, he had a guess, but because Wang Yi was still young, although the technique played when he was in Jiankang was pure, there was always something missing.

However, the sound of the qin before was extremely meaningful, and it could even confuse the opponent, such a realm that Wang Mei had not broken through before. Speaking of the piano and flute ensemble, Lu Zhan smiled and asked, "Why don't you see Xiao Liulang?" ”