Matchmaker system [Quick Transmigration]

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The head of the Jiang family fell, but the Jiang family controlled the entire Luohe County, with many branches and countless strong ones.The Patriarch of the Jiang Family is naturally powerful, so he can control the scene, but without the Patriarch of the Jiang Family, it is not a devastating blow to the Jiang Family of Luohe County.

The heritage of the Jiang family comes from the ancestor of the Jiang family - a real fairy.

As long as this eccentric old man lives, the Jiang family will never decline.

The Jiang family siblings, dressed in sackcloth and filial piety, knelt in front of their father Jiang Yan, without saying a word.

The eyes of the guests who came and went to express their condolences occasionally fell on the two of them. They could only see the elder and the younger kneeling on the futon, their shoulders were as straight as pine and bamboo, but their heads were hanging extremely low as if they were overwhelmed.The slightly messy hair covered the red and swollen eye circles, revealing a pale complexion and dry and cracked lips.

They have not touched a drop of water for a whole day, which is really nothing to a cultivator.

However, Jiang Xiangyi, the eldest daughter of the Jiang family, couldn't cultivate. She was a mortal. Ordinary people starved all day, knelt on their knees all day, and were overly sad. The delicate little girl couldn't bear it at all.

Jiang Linchuan, the young master of the Jiang family, is said to have excellent aptitude, but no matter how talented he is, he is still a ten-year-old child, just at the age of growing up, and he has no bigu at all.

They should have received the best care, but now no one cares about them, as if they are just two transparent people.

After taking a look at it, most of the guests hurriedly approached Jiang Li, the uncle of the Jiang family's siblings, who was in charge of the funeral, and chatted with him, as if they regarded him as the next head of the Jiang family.

The kind-hearted guest sighed, paused behind the pair of siblings, and then said: "The deceased is gone, and my condolences will change."

Jiang Xiangyi's body trembled, as if he was too weak, and fell to one side.

The guests raised their whisks, and a gust of soft wind was about to catch Jiang Xiangyi, when the young master of the Jiang family, who was about ten years old, caught his sister first.

The young boy's shoulders were still very thin, but he tried his best to support his sister, with a sullen face, not showing a trace of embarrassment.

"Thank you." said the boy.

The voice should have been clean, but it was a little hoarse because of crying for too long.

These two words were addressed to the guests, thanking him for his action.

The guest felt embarrassed when he heard this sentence, so he heard the young man say again: "My ancestors often taught me that the road to cultivation is rugged and difficult, and you need to fight and fight all the time. If you can't fight, if you can't grab it, you will die You can’t blame anyone else.”

"..."

The guests were dumbfounded for a moment, not knowing what to say about that old ancestor of the Jiang family.Although I have long understood that the ancestor of the Jiang family has an extreme temperament, but is this kind of thing suitable for teaching a child?Really won't raise crooked?

"What's more..." The young man let out a suppressed sob, and the voice came from the tip of his nose, "The soul is gone, what is left?"

"Alas." The guest sighed again, unexpectedly unable to refute.Before leaving, he reminded via voice transmission, "In the current situation, we should follow your uncle's lead."

"It's good to fight back and forth, and it's good to have a life."

Jiang Linchuan raised his eyes, looking deeply at his uncle Jiang Li who was surrounded by a cloud of guests.

They talked and laughed happily in their father's mourning hall, but what can their siblings do?

The noise was like a raging fire, constantly burning the eardrums of the two siblings, but no matter how sad and hot the heartache was, they could only endure it.

Time passed slowly, until it was dark and the people who came to express their condolences either stayed temporarily or left early, and my uncle walked past the two of them.

The cold wind blew Jiang Li's robe, he glanced at his nephew and niece lightly, and said indifferently: "Chuan'er, remember your identity."

He is the young master of the Jiang family, and should have been the future master.

And Jiang Li's words had no kindness, only indifference to strangers.

After all, Jiang Linchuan was young, his mind was in chaos, and he kept thinking, is this a warning to him to be sensible?In the end, he could only grit his teeth and say nothing.

After his uncle left, Jiang Xiangyi completely fainted.

Jiang Linchuan was afraid that she would be uncomfortable, so he used a futon to cushion her, while he knelt on the cold floor, his knees hurting.

When he was drowsy, a servant came in to clean up. Seeing the two siblings, he couldn't help muttering to his companion: "The eldest lady and the young master are really pitiful, and some will suffer in the future."

"No, the ancestors hated Madam very much, and the children she gave birth to didn't like it either. Only the head of the family protected the two children. Now..."

"What is there to be pitiful about? No matter how poor they are, they are still the masters of gold and jade. We pity them? Aren't we more pitiful than them?"

"Hush, you guys are so courageous, are you dying? How many people are staring at the Patriarch's position, the eldest lady and the young master? How dare you talk nonsense?"

"Don't talk, don't talk..."

When the servant left, the young boy flinched, as if he was extremely cold.

Jiang Xiangyi curled up together, talking in her sleep: "Daddy, Xiangyi is afraid."

However, the person who can give them shelter has become a rank, carved out of wood, and even a sword can't block it, let alone shelter.

Jiang Linchuan stared at the ranking for a long time, speechless, he could only hold his sister's hand.

People who practice Taoism don't really care much about worldly rituals. Holding a funeral banquet is nothing more than a process, but they don't really pay much attention to it.

The process that should be done is placed in front of others, and their minds are activated, and the first thing is to be the head of the family.

There are many branches of the Jiang family. At present, the orthodox heir is Jiang Linchuan, but how can a child with no strength be able to take the position of head of the family?

Before the ancestors made a statement, they all felt that they had hope of gaining power.

The Jiang family siblings simply stayed behind closed doors, ignored everything, and did not fight for the position of the head of the family at all.

However, they do not fight, but they always block the way of others, like a fishbone, which is hard to swallow.

When Jiang Linchuan had a cold face and was holding a mahogany sword, someone told him that the second aunt took Jiang Xiangyi away today and planned to arrange a marriage for her, but now they started arguing.

The boy still remembered what his sister had said to him, and a thought came to him: "They plan to make my sister a concubine?"

Jiang Linchuan was unwilling, and Jiang Xiangyi was even more unwilling.

So Jiang Linchuan held a mahogany sword and hurried out, half of his foot stepped into the gate of hell.

He couldn't remember the details, but he only remembered the indescribable pain all over his body. No matter how much he begged for mercy and how he put on his identity, no one would care.

He could only lie helplessly on the stone slab, and his tendons were cut open with a dagger, destroying all the aptitude he was proud of.

Finally in the dark.

When he woke up in a daze, he heard the voice of his ancestor.

The man's old voice was cold and mean, piercing his heart, liver, spleen, lungs and kidneys with blood.

"I didn't live up to expectations at first, but now I am a complete useless person."

"Old ancestor, old ancestor, please, save Chuan'er."

"Bang! Bang! Bang!"

The sound of kowtow was louder than louder.

"How many kowtows you give me, I will suffer." The old man sneered, mercilessly, "So what if you just bumped your head to death in front of this old man?"

Jiang Xiangyi's voice was weak and stubborn: "Old Ancestor, Chuan'er is the father's only son after all, the only child with spiritual roots, and the young master of the Jiang family. Nor will it rest in peace."

"If you dare to do something under my nose, the old man will naturally not let them go, and he has already crushed them." The voice of the ancestor of the Jiang family was indifferent, "You don't have to mention that unfilial son in front of me."

"For the sake of a mortal woman, his Dao heart was damaged, he stopped at the level of a celestial being, and he would never be able to advance an inch. That's why he got what he is doing today, which can be regarded as karma."

After saying that, the old man turned and left.

Jiang Linchuan desperately opened his eyes, only to see the back of the old man, his shoulders were slightly pressed down, and his back was a little hunched.However, the essence of this old man is to fight for life and death, and to go his own way.

On the other hand, Jiang Xiangyi knelt on the ground, forcibly smashed his delicate face, and did not move for a long time.

"Sister, don't cry." Jiang Linchuan tried to comfort her.

However, the words that were spit out were not words at all, they were just a few heavy breaths.

The sound of panting was very clear in the quiet room filled with the smell of medicine, which alarmed Jiang Xiangyi.

She was afraid that Jiang Linchuan would catch cold, so she got up, staggered to close the screen window and the door, and then stopped on the edge of the bed, looking at her younger brother helplessly.

"Chuan'er, tell sister, what's wrong?"

"Does it still hurt?"

"..." Jiang Linchuan's throat was so painful that he couldn't speak.

"Sister melted the elixir into the water. After you drink it, your body will recover." Comforting Jiang Linchuan was also comforting himself, "It will be fine, it will be fine."

She went to take the medicine bowl on the table, her fingers were trembling, and when she smiled reluctantly at Jiang Linchuan, she couldn't control it for a moment, the medicine bowl fell to the ground, and it shattered with a "wow--".

The fragments cut her arm, and the blood flowed instantly. Jiang Xiangyi stared blankly, and said after a while, "This is the elixir left by the ancestors, so I gave it to a small jade bottle. There are only a few of them. I, Me, I dropped a bowl..."

She muttered for a while, and the teenage girl finally couldn't help squatting on the ground, crying wantonly, disregarding her image, hysterical, full of grief, self-blame and venting.

At the end of crying, even if she wanted to stop crying, she couldn't stop crying, hugging her knees with her hands, buried her face in them, and whimpered: "Sister is useless, I'm useless, I'm the one who hurt you .”

"me……"

Jiang Xiangyi gritted her teeth and said viciously: "Don't be afraid, Chuan'er, don't be afraid, I will protect you, anyone who dares to bully you, just step on my dead body!"

It was raining lightly outside the window, and the rain was pattering on the banana trees, continuously.

Within a few days, Jiang Xiangyi cleaned herself up properly, and she was even more beautiful than before Jiang Yan's fall.

She courteously curry favor with all the elders who could be cured, her lips are like a lotus, and she coaxes people into smiles.

Then he agreed to the marriage without hesitation, and was willing to marry the son of Xu Lingbai's family as his concubine.