Matchmaker system [Quick Transmigration]

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Jiang Linchuan is the weaker crown this year, and he is still very young in the cultivation world, but he has seen all kinds of people.

The servants who had held him before were full of disdain after he was crippled. They detoured when they saw him from a distance.

There are also Anzhi and Ruosu who treat him very well because of their childhood friendship, even if he, the "young master" exists in name only, he remains the same as before.

The originally kind uncle became extremely indifferent, and when he saw him, he wouldn't even lift his eyelids.

There is also the ancestor of the Jiang family, he is the most eccentric person in the entire Jiang family.Unfriendly, violent and cold, but also the only person Jiang Linchuan could turn to for help.

The Jiang family is just such a small piece of land in the vast world.

Jiang Linchuan has been away for five years, stepped out of the northwest where there are many aristocratic families, and met the cultivation sects in the east and the casual cultivator alliance in the southwest.I know how short-sighted I was before, there are more monsters and ghosts in the outside world, and all kinds of tricks make people dazzled, and if I am not careful, I will die.

But when the young man next to him laughed, Jiang Linchuan still had the feeling of being "overwhelmed".

There is only one word that can describe the feeling this young man gave him—clear.

The pure and clear breath, the bottomless eyes, and the smile are also clean.

Jiang Linchuan has only seen it on babies who were born soon, but babies are only pure because they are ignorant.And this young man's eyes are bright, he is not an ignorant person.

Besides, how did this young man sit next to him silently?

Although Jiang Linchuan seemed lazy and defenseless, any disturbance would alarm him, let alone such a big man, unless the boy was much stronger than him.

A few thoughts circled in his mind, Jiang Linchuan showed a friendly look, his eyebrows were curved, and he asked, "Aren't you from the Jiang family?"

Since the other party showed no malice, Jiang Linchuan showed his kindness.

The loose and thin robes were hanging down on the steps. The young man tilted his head, as if thinking about something, then the corners of his lips slightly showed a faint smile: "No."

The expected answer, Jiang Linchuan asked with a smile: "Are you a distinguished guest of our ancestors?"

The young man lowered his eyes in thought, then shook his head.

"Then you sneaked in?"

The boy denied it again.

Jiang Linchuan was a little stuck, and saw the young man hugging his legs with one hand, raised the other hand, and pointed to the "dirty" sword in his hand.

The sword in the stone has been eroded by the years, and the blade has become pitted, just like an ordinary, rusty iron sword, without any special features.

"...this sword?"

"Yeah." The young chick nodded as if pecking at rice, his forehead trembling again and again.

"..."

The young man's eyes fell on the sword, his expression was very serious, after a while, he frowned and stretched his fingers forward.

This hand is white and slender, with neatly manicured nails and a healthy pink glow.

Without moving, Jiang Linchuan tapped his finger on the hilt of the sword.Swipe down with your finger, starlight falls on your fingertips, and sprinkles down little by little.On the originally "worn out" Sword in the Stone, layers of iron filings fell, and even the original potholes were repaired.

When the starlight dissipated and the young man withdrew his hand, the Sword in the Stone was completely new, or it could be said to reveal its original face.

This is a jade sword, three feet long, green as a whole, shaped like a willow leaf, with exquisite and elegant patterns carved from the hilt to the body of the sword. Looking carefully, Jiang Linchuan found that the pattern on the top was actually a plum blossom with pistil. There are three plum blossoms in total, and nine plum blossoms are engraved on the body of the sword.

Jiang Linchuan took a second look, as if he was in a world of ice and snow, a cold plum bloomed full of red plums, proud of the snow and frost.

When he came back to his senses, Jiang Linchuan looked at the young man completely changed: "You are this sword... the sword spirit?!"

"Yeah." The boy replied crisply.

"then you……"

The young man propped his arms on the cold steps, leaned forward, and slowly approached Jiang Linchuan, showing a shy and youthful smile, and said softly, "Jiang Linchuan."

"……Um."

Upon receiving the response, the young man was full of joy, and said in an extremely soft voice like a child who has just begun to learn words: "Little brat."

"..." This is the name that the ancestors of the Jiang family would call.

"Little Lord."

"Um……"

"Chuan'er."

"……Um."

"host……"

Before the chevron came out, Jiang Ling raised his hand and tapped on the young man's lips, and seriously proposed: "Brother, how about calling me brother."

Although no one knows how long the sword spirit has gone through, the young man in front of him is like a newborn child, free from any filth.

If you really want to give him a position, the boy who looks like twelve or thirteen years old is the most suitable to call him brother.

The young man lowered his eyes, and there were scattered stars in the corners of his eyes. Just when Jiang Linchuan thought he was dissatisfied with this title, the young man raised his eyes, and said with great importance: "Brother?"

One sound was not enough, he was like a child with a strange toy, he called brother three or four times, and every time he called, he would look up at Jiang Linchuan, as if to see if he was angry.

Jiang Linchuan subconsciously made a judgment in his heart: a boy who is gentle and polite, with a pure heart and a very sweet smile.

"Hmm." Responding to the boy in Shi Zhongjian again, Jiang Linchuan asked, "What's your name?"

The young man was slightly stunned, then shook his head, staring at Jiang Linchuan with a pair of clear blue eyes, and replied nervously: "I don't have a name."

"No, then I'll get you one."

"it is good."

"Let me tell you first, I'm not very good at picking names. If you're not satisfied, just say so, or if you want to change your name in the future, you can change it yourself."

"No change."

Jiang Linchuan laughed silently, looked down at the long sword in his hand, thought for a while, pointed to the nine plum blossoms on the sword body, and said, "Uh...there are nine plum blossoms on the body, can't you help but call it nine... plum?"

"Ninth Sister?" The young man was puzzled.

Jiang Linchuan: "..."

"It sounds good." The young man smiled.

"..."

"Brother, thank you."

Jiang Linchuan subconsciously asked: "Do you know the meaning of the word Jiumei?"

The young man shook his head obediently.

"That's for girls, it's not suitable for you." Jiang Linchuan subconsciously glanced at the boy's figure.

The young man's face was too soft and beautiful, his eyebrows were slender and warm, and he was young. If he wore red makeup, no one would think that she was a beautiful girl.But this figure...it does look like a boy...

Jiang Linchuan was a little uncertain.

So he raised his hand to touch the young man's chest, and when he touched the cold skin, the young man shrank back abruptly, looking panic-stricken.

Jiang Linchuan's hand stopped in mid-air.

"Ahem." He withdrew his hand as if nothing had happened, coughed in a low voice, and discussed with the young man, "Let's reverse the word and call it Mei Jiu?"

"..."

He raised the sword in the stone, stroked the pattern of cold plums on the sword with his fingers, and continued: "The four gentlemen of plum, orchid, bamboo and chrysanthemum are also called Jun Jiu?"

Obtaining a name may sound connotative at first glance, but it is actually so pragmatic.

"Mei Jiu? Jun Jiu?"

"Well, what do you think?"

Mei Jiu corrected her posture, wrapped her arms around her knees, and pressed her face against her face, revealing a clear face under her soft black hair: "I like it very much."

Jiang Linchuan wanted to get close to his sword spirit, subconsciously raised his hand, wanting to soften the boy's hair, but finally withdrew his hand.

Judging from the reaction just now... Mei Jiu is probably a little shy, or doesn't like others to touch him.

Pulling out the sword from the stone, ten years of hard work was not in vain. In fact, Jiang Linchuan was not as calm as he acted, but just transformed his intense emotions into friendship with the sword spirit.

At this time, he was given a name, as if it was his own, and it would never change. Jiang Linchuan finally breathed a sigh of relief.

At this time, the aroma of the wine in the green glaze cup wafted over the tip of his nose, attracting Jiang Linchuan's attention.Picking up the wine jar, he asked, "Can you drink?"

"liquor?"

"Alcohol is a good thing, do you want to drink it?"

Mei Jiu pursed the corners of her lips quietly, and nodded firmly.

"Good!" Jiang Linchuan praised, and after drinking the wine in the glass in one gulp, he filled the glass and handed it to the steps next to the young man, holding the jug to drink by himself.

The moonlight shrouded the sword stele, and the two people's robes were "accumulated" full of moonlight, making it smooth and moist.

Jiang Linchuan's posture was casual, holding a gourd of wine, and he took a sip from time to time, and it didn't matter if he spilled it on his collar.Mei Jiu was tall and straight, holding the wine glass solemnly, sipping in small sips.

Just now Jiang Linchuan told him: Drinking must be taken in small sips, otherwise the taste will not be tasted.

The jug bottoms out, and the wine glass bottoms out.Jiang Linchuan swung the jug up and down, not wanting to waste any wine, and the green glaze cup was placed beside Jiang Linchuan.

"I got Tianfeng's snow lotus wine from my friend. It took him several years to get these jugs. I don't know if he found out that his treasured wine is gone." Jiang Linchuan said in a clear voice, " But the snow lotus stuffing is so delicious, let him jump in anger."

No one responded, Jiang Linchuan turned around, and saw Mei Jiu's cheeks flushed, staring at him without blinking.

Jiang Linchuan raised his hand and shook it in front of him, Mei Jiu blushed even more.

"No way." Jiang Linchuan couldn't laugh or cry, "Can Qi Ling get drunk too?"

Before he finished speaking, a black shadow rushed over, hugged Jiang Linchuan's neck, and threw himself on him.

"Mei Jiu?"

Mei Jiu responded in a low voice, pressed her hot cheek against Jiang Linchuan's neck, and fell into a deep sleep.

"You didn't allow me to touch you just now, but now you're hugging me yourself." Jiang Linchuan poked Mei Jiu's slightly baby-fat cheek rather viciously, and muttered, "It's...interesting..."

Jiang Linchuan pulled the boy into his arms, put his arms around his legs, and hugged him whole.

The long wind blows the robes of the two people, and the long hair flutters with the clothes.

Jiang Linchuan carried the boy down the steps and walked farther and farther.