Matchmaker system [Quick Transmigration]

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The palm of his hand was worn away by the rust, and it hurt like being splashed with salt water. Jiang Linchuan pursed his lips, without saying a word, struggling with the sword in the stone.

Bright red blood flowed down from between his fingers, and fell on the stone along the hilt, but he still refused to let go.

He suffered a lot from the ancestors of the Jiang family since he was a child, not to mention how much pain he could endure, at least he could endure the "minor injuries" on both palms.

But until his strength was exhausted, he staggered and almost fell to the ground, but he still didn't draw out the sword in the stone.

The cool wind rustled the leaves, and when the leaves fluctuated, the shadows on the slate also changed.

Jiang Linchuan sat on the steps beside the sword stele, hugging his legs, panting thinly, his forehead was covered with sweat, he lowered his eyes and remained silent.

Due to the wind, the shade of the tree covers him from time to time, bringing a moment of coolness.

The ancestor of the Jiang family stood on the attic not far away, watching the small figure at the sword stele while drinking.

"This brat is planning to give up?" the ancestor of the Jiang family muttered, with a look of hatred for iron and steel, "With such lack of perseverance, even if you are given the conditions, you will not be able to become a big man."

Raising his hand to greet the guards, the ancestor of the Jiang family said impatiently: "Go, throw that kid's things out of me."

The guard hesitated for a moment, not daring to be disobedient, so he nodded, took two steps, and heard the voice of the ancestor again.

"and many more."

The old ancestor turned his back to the guard and put his hands behind his waist: "Wait a little longer."

Seeing that the little boy had had enough rest, he straightened up, climbed up the steps, stretched out his hand with several scars, closed his hands, and tightly grasped the hilt of the sword.

The boy's hair was a little messy, but his eyes were firm and stubborn, with a ruthless determination to not achieve his goal and never give up.

The old man tapped his fingers on the window lattice, thoughtfully.

The light slanted slowly, from early morning to sunset, and then to the night, the stars are shining brightly.

Jiang Linchuan stayed under the sword tablet, trying to pull out the sword in the stone.If you run out of strength, you just rest on the steps, and when you have strength, you continue, and thoroughly implement the word "tenacity".

However, the ancestors of the Jiang family didn't like anything that lasted for only a few days, so he watched it for a while, then left to deal with the affairs he should deal with.

In the early morning of the next day, he saw the young man with his sword drawn again. He was taken aback for a moment, then pouted, and told the guards: "Go and bring some food to this kid. He is now a mortal, and he will not eat or drink all day. What strength do you have to draw your sword?"

How stupid!The ancestor secretly said.

"The young master has already eaten."

"Wait." The ancestor of the Jiang family turned his head, "When did you eat it?"

"The young master has food all day long, so he ordered his servants to bring it over."

The ancestor of the Jiang family was surprised: "Then did he sleep last night?"

"Sleep."

"Good boy, you came to draw your sword after eating, drinking and sleeping enough." There was some dissatisfaction in the words, but the expression of the ancestor of the Jiang family was joyful.

I thought: Fortunately, this kid is not so stupid as to act recklessly.

Jiang Linchuan persisted for ten days in a row. For ten days, he ate, drank and slept beside the stele. After eating, drinking and sleeping enough, he drew his sword with all his strength.

All the time is completely planned by him, and he continues to do one thing in an orderly manner.

Ten days later, the ancestors of the Jiang family pushed open the window lattice as usual, wanting to see if Jiang Linchuan was drawing his sword, but to his surprise, the young man was not there, and the seat he used to stay was empty, only the cool breeze blew past, and let There was a bit of discomfort in life.

The ancestor of the Jiang family touched his white beard, but did not immediately draw a conclusion.

Before he could ask, the guard took a step forward and automatically reported to the ancestor of the Jiang family: "The young master is in the martial arts arena."

"What is he doing there?"

"Practice strength." The guard said concisely.

The ancestor of the Jiang family raised his eyebrows, but did not ask.He probably understood the thinking of his junior.

At the beginning, he expected that he would be the "destined person" of the sword in the stone. This kind of thinking was obviously unrealistic, so he quickly abandoned it, and planned to recognize the owner by dripping blood. The blood soaked the whole sword, but it was still useless. Decided to impress the sword in the stone with perseverance.

After all, spirit swords also pick their masters.

After persisting for ten days, this kid realized his weak strength and frailty again, so he planned to recuperate first...

However, even if he was recuperating and exercising, Jiang Linchuan would still try to draw his sword every day, and would not leave until he was exhausted.

In the entire Wuxiu Pavilion, there are only the unkind Jiang family ancestors and the taciturn guards. An Zhi and Ruo Su wanted to come in to take care of the young master, but they were blocked at the door.

After Jiang Linchuan stayed here for a month, he felt as if he was isolated from the world.

Every day he thinks about what he should do tomorrow, what he should do next, and what he should do in the future. He is afraid that if he makes a wrong step, he will always be like this, and he will never have a chance to stand up.

However, most of the time, he would also feel lonely and feel a little wronged.

Exhausted again, Jiang Linchuan lay on his back on the stone slab, instead of getting up immediately, he stared at the sky in a daze,

As the sun sets in the west, above the green forests on the mountain peaks, the sunset glow is gorgeous.

At this time, the heat of the day gradually dissipated, the breeze brought a little coolness, and the sweat on his forehead had dried, so he raised his hand to cover his forehead, covering the last ray of light at dusk.

"Hey, can you hear me?" Jiang Linchuan poked the stone inserted into the long sword.

"Is it really that I am too bad, you are too lazy to talk to me, or is it because you are just an ordinary sword?"

"Maybe, you are an ordinary sword that my ancestors used to test and embarrass me. It is not that magical at all. I can't pull you out because I have lost my mana."

"The old ancestor thinks it's fun to play me like this." He was a little annoyed in his heart, "Or see me working so hard every day, hiding somewhere and laughing."

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"Don't dislike me for nagging, I'm not usually like this."

After talking for a long time, until the skin of his mouth was a little dry, Jiang Linchuan stopped opening and closing his mouth, and licked the corners of his own lips, smiling a little helplessly, a little self-deprecating.

"I'm also stupid to talk so much with a sword..."

He lowered his eyes, like an adult, and sighed softly.

When he half propped himself up with his arms, Jiang Linchuan was about to leave, but he took a few steps before turning back, and raised his hand to touch the hilt of his sword.After confirming that the sword in the stone would not move, he left.

Later, talking to Shi Zhongjian became Jiang Linchuan's daily routine. He didn't think Shi Zhongjian could understand what he said and would respond to him. He just wanted to find a place to share, and Shi Zhongjian was undoubtedly the best partner.

There was no one to disturb him here, which made his noisy heart gradually calm down, and even tasted a hint of the tranquility of the years.

His first year trying to draw a sword.

The ancestor of the Jiang family went to the medicine sect in person, asked for an elixir, and brought his old friend over to repair his broken dantian and repair every broken vein.

From that year on, he was able to cultivate again, but... with twice the result and half the effort.

The second year of trying to draw a sword.

Jiang Linchuan rebuilt the foundation. Although he didn't say anything on his face, he was happy in his heart. He took an ancient book and read it aloud to Sword in Shizhong, nagging for a whole day before finishing the whole book.

The third year……

fourth year……

In the fifth year, Jiang Li temporarily assumed the position of Patriarch.

When Jiang Linchuan heard the news, he was leaning on his chest trying to pull out the sword in the stone.

The Patriarch's seat was gone, and the sword in the stone hadn't been pulled out, but the 15-year-old boy just smiled nonchalantly.

Wearing a soft and simple robe, he sat down on the steps, his long hair tied up high, flowing down the steps because of this posture.On the still immature face, a pair of black eyes can no longer tell the depth.

The guard couldn't help but asked, "Young master, aren't you angry?"

The young man had a half-smile, "It's just a temporary patriarch."

Sooner or later, he will be taken down, the boy added in his heart.

From this year onwards, the ancestors of the Jiang family no longer restrained Jiang Linchuan, and opened the door to let him go or stay.

The 15-year-old said goodbye to his "Sword in the Stone" and began to explore this world like a bird flying out of its cage.He is not a canary, but a Kunpeng trying to fly. What he envies is not the small bird's nest among the branches, but the scenery above the nine heavens.

He would only come back once in a month or two, or even longer. Once he came back, his destination was the Sword in the Stone under the sword stele. Like an old friend who had known each other for a long time, he babbled about his experiences on the way, and occasionally sang Bragging or something.

But with the passage of time, Jiang Linchuan experienced amazing changes every time he came back.

The originally slender and thin figure, like a tall and straight green bamboo, has a little round cheeks, all the baby fat has faded away, and the sickly pale skin is now bloody.

The youthfulness on the face disappeared without a trace, the eyebrows and eyes were bright and dazzling, and there was a bit of arrogance among the nobles.

In the tenth year, Jiang Linchuan did not come back once.

This is the longest time he has been away, and he has not been seen for a whole year. Only the ever-burning lamp placed on the Zongtang hall proves that he is still alive, living freely and unrestrainedly.

When he came back, it was late at night, and a round of extremely bright moon hung high above the night, and the stream of moonlight streamed down and spread flat on the ground.

Jiang Linchuan stepped on the moonlight, stepped up the steps step by step, and sat down leaning on the sword in the stone.The fireflies among the leaves and grass were disturbed, and many "little stars" were darting back and forth in the air.

"I brought a lot of good things back this time." Jiang Ling's voice echoed in the quiet night.

Those who heard it probably thought he was talking to himself, but he was not, he was talking to an old friend he had known for ten years.

"Snow lotus wine from Tianfeng, celadon cups from Jiangnan, incomplete piano score, a precious guqin... I don't know which one do you like?"

No one answered, he entertained himself: "I can play the piano score for you, just use the newly obtained Guqin, and I can read the Taoist scriptures to you word by word over and over until you I don't want to hear it, but this snow lotus brew is a good thing, I can't wait for a moment, how about we have a drink together?"

As Shi Zhongjian responded to him, Jiang Linchuan took out the green glaze set, filled two cups, poured one cup on Shi Zhongjian, and tasted one cup by himself.

"I'll tell you a secret. I'll only tell you the secret of one person. I actually sneaked into Xu Lingbai's house and met my sister." Jiang Linchuan's eyes were full of stars, looking a little hazy, "My sister seems to be doing well. The appearance of eating and drinking is being served by others, and the cheeks are plump."

"After I showed up, she hugged me, said many things to me, touched her belly, and told me: She was pregnant."

"Then my sister smiled, and she smiled very nicely."

"She said: You are going to be an uncle."

"I don't know if my sister is doing well, but when she told me she was pregnant, she was really happy. Even her voice was softer than before, as if she was afraid of making noise."

"...I am very happy."

"At least my sister's life is not as difficult as I thought, and I don't have to be so uncomfortable."

After the words fell, Jiang Linchuan raised his head and drank the wine in his cup in one gulp.

Putting the cup and wine gourd on the steps, Jiang Linchuan raised his hand to hold the sword hilt, and said with a light smile, "It's been ten years, you should let me pull it out, right?"

He just said something casually, without even using a little bit of strength, and then...

He easily pulled out the sword in the stone.

In ten years, what he couldn't get after trying his best countless times, now that he easily pulled out the sword from the stone, Jiang Linchuan suspected that he was drunk instead.

He is not a person who gets drunk after just one drink, but the scene in front of him is either a dream or an illusion of drunkenness.

At this time, someone grabbed the corner of his clothes and tugged gently.

Jiang Linchuan lowered his eyes, and saw a young man sitting on the steps next to him at some point.

The boy was not very old, about twelve or thirteen years old, wearing a wide and thin robe, under the thin forehead hair was a pair of clear green eyes, as clear as a mirror.It seems that whatever the scenery in this world looks like, it will reflect what it looks like in his eyes.

It is so pure that there is no filth left, only the breeze, the bright moon and Jiang Linchuan.

Jiang Linchuan subconsciously showed a smile, which vaguely contained the gentleness when he mentioned his sister earlier.

The young man bowed his head, his black hair covering his face.

After a while, he raised his head and showed a smile similar to Jiang Linchuan's, gentle and a little more shy.

Mei Jiu loves to laugh, because the first time she saw Jiang Linchuan, Jiang Linchuan smiled at him.

He learned that smile.