Urban Cultivation: The master who has overcome the tribulation is reborn

Jiang Ran didn't stop walking. When he stepped under the eaves, he shook, and all the water stains on the paper umbrella were shaken off into the wind and rain.

He closed the paper umbrella, grabbed the umbrella body with one hand, and handed it sideways to the woman in the red dress in front of him. His expression was calm, and his words were one part doubtful and nine parts certain, "Yan Yuqing?"

Yan Yuqing looked at him intently for a few seconds. The mole under her eyes trembled slightly, and she couldn't help but reveal her charming and bone-crushing ecstasy, "Jiang Ran?"

While she was asking, Ningshuang Hao raised her wrist lightly and reached out to hold the paper umbrella.

Jiang Ran looked at the messy main hall and Yun Danfeng said lightly: "You decorated the Yunshui Garden, right?"

"Plum vases are placed in the east and bronze mirrors are placed in the west."

Yan Yuqing's eyes brightened slightly.

"Where is the clock?" After Jiang Ran finished speaking, he noticed that the eyes of the woman beside him had changed slightly, becoming a little more lively and beautiful.

"The sound of the bells in the east and west mirrors is peaceful." Yan Yuqing said with a hint of surprise, "You are young, do you still understand this?"

Jiang Ran seems to be younger than her, but he actually understands these things.

"I wasn't satisfied with the striker of the previous clock. I asked a craftsman to make a new one, but it hasn't been delivered yet."

Yan Yuqing rarely spoke so much to outsiders. Jiang Ran was one of the few peers who could understand the meaning of Yunshui Ting's furnishings, so he explained a few more sentences.

"Understand?" There was a faint smile in Jiang Ran's eyes, which made Yan Yu's emotions waver for a moment. "I don't really understand. This is what your grandfather told me."

There was a trace of confusion in Yan Yuqing's eyes.

"It's now 34:[-]. I met Yan Chuan's father in Jinguiyuan two and a half hours ago."

Jiang Ran briefly described the situation just now, "After a brief contact with Yan Weiguo, he planned to take some time to tell me your preferences."

The daze in Yan Yuqing's expression turned into anger, and the patter of rain in the sky seemed to be attracted by this enchanting look. It turned from rain curtains to strings of beads, and the speed of rainfall began to slow down.

"But I don't care much about your preferences." Jiang Ran's next words undoubtedly made her laugh. If she didn't pay attention, how could she pay attention to the matter of the east bottle and the west mirror.

Seeing his indifferent expression, Yan Yuqing couldn't help but hug the paper umbrella in her arms tightly.

"Isn't there something wrong with you taking my umbrella without permission?"

Jiang Ran nodded repeatedly before she finished speaking, "It seems a little inappropriate, otherwise I can use this umbrella to pay off the medical expenses for Yan Chuan's treatment."

He said it so seriously that Yan Yuqing immediately took a step back, shook her head and said, "No."

"I've been waiting for this Xiang Fei red bamboo for seven years. The umbrella's ribs, umbrella, and umbrella support are all my hard work." There was also a sincerity in her eyes, her cherry lips were opening and closing, and the stamens were blooming, and the fragrance of cinnamon orchid was fragrant.

"This umbrella is not yet finished. You are the umbrella operator today. I don't have to argue with you, but please don't push yourself too far."

Yan Yuqing was too smart. From Jiang Ran's previous words, she knew that no matter whether the other party could cure Yan Chuan or not, once she asked for the umbrella, Yan Weiguo would definitely let her part with him.

"It's not finished yet?" Jiang Ran's eyes fell on the handle of the umbrella, his eyes showing the emotion of the past, "Are you talking about the name of the umbrella and that half sentence?"

Yan Yu's face changed color, her red sleeves fluttered, she opened the paper umbrella, and as expected, there were two more lines of words on the handle.

Before I could see the handwriting clearly, a trace of grievance appeared in my eyes, and the mole of tears trembled under my eyes, just like Xizi holding his heart.

She rarely has such big mood swings, after all, she has rarely been wronged in these years.

Most of the negative emotions come from oneself, such as breaking a wood carving, ruining a painting...the list goes on and on.

It is indeed the first time that the mood swings caused by others or peers.

Yan Yuqing doesn't think it's pretentious or weak. She selects and selects bamboo for this umbrella, makes the umbrella surface, and makes the umbrella ribs, almost all by her own hands.

It took eight full years until he was 26, but his achievements fell short in the hands of an outsider.

She didn't know how she would feel if she were someone else. The only way to vent her emotions at this moment was not to get angry, but to close her eyes tightly, slowly touch the scratches on the umbrella handle with her fingertips, and feel sad in silence.

"I used to have an umbrella too."

Jiang Ran didn't feel apologetic, and even felt that it was an honor for Yan Yuqing's umbrella to remind him of the past.

"The ribs of the umbrella are made of lapis lazuli, and the umbrella surface is made of magic cloud gauze. The name of the umbrella is Q."

"There is also a question on the handle of your umbrella. It seems that the mark has been carved for more than a few months. I'm afraid you are in trouble with naming it."

The emotion in his eyes was inexplicable, "There are too many things to ask in this world."

"The most important thing for a mortal is this earthly heart. The six desires and seven emotions are all very important things."

He knew that he had lost a lot of things. He had destroyed all six desires and seven emotions. Even if his ordinary heart was as hot as fire, he didn't know how long it would take to start a prairie fire.

Yan Yuqing may be listening.

When her fingers touching the umbrella handle touched the writing, they suddenly became very slow, almost stroking bit by bit.

Until Jiang Ran's voice sounded again, she opened her eyes slightly in surprise.

"Instead of asking, it's better to inquire."

Jiang Ran's words were full of waning spirits. This emotion included life, old age, illness, death, love, hate, and separation. To understand them one by one, and then use the ordinary heart as a medium to pour it into the soul, it was full of dangers and difficulties.

"The name of the umbrella is a question of love." Jiang Ran said with a sigh in his tone. In the world of cultivation, he would never give a weapon such a title.

The Wenwen Umbrella had been with him for 32 years, but it was broken during a certain confrontation with the enemy. The blood of his fellow disciples and his had dyed the umbrella surface bright red.

Today's umbrella is also red. How could he not be moved by the scenery?

"Ask for love."

Yan Yuqing murmured the name, and when she reopened her eyes, she saw two completely different words on the umbrella handle.

The words "asking" were carved by myself. The flowing wind returns to Xuejuan, so quiet and beautiful.

The other word was as if carved into the bamboo, but it did not damage the integrity of the umbrella handle. I don't know how Jiang Ran carved it on it.

A simple word of love, besides being beautiful and handsome, is actually like a flying swallow and a swimming dragon, with the skills of a famous artist.

Jiang Ran is only 20 years old.

Yan Yuqing looked at this young man who seemed to be calm, but was actually six years younger than herself, feeling a little startled in her heart.

She thought she was good at calligraphy and painting, but today she was impressed by one word.

If what his father said is true, Jiang Ran's martial arts cultivation is far beyond his own, and he entered Anjin at the age of 20.

Are there really such geniuses in this world?

Yan Yuqing was shocked, and her beautiful eyes turned to look at the other two lines of small words on the umbrella handle.

Love is deep and memorable. This sentence was also written by her. It was engraved on it two years ago. It is also the same as the name of the umbrella. I never thought of the other half.

To this day, when she saw Jiang Ran's handwriting on the umbrella handle, she felt like it was natural.

Even though the second half of this sentence was not what she wanted, it was still impeccable. At least in a short period of time, she could not think of another better sentence.

What Jiang Ran carved is worse than not remembering these four words.

Then from Yan Yuqing to the name of the umbrella, the order of the engravings becomes one sentence.

Can deep love be remembered?It is better not to remember.