Matchmaker system [Quick Transmigration]

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Pushing open the door, the moonlight outside fell on the floor through the thick leaves, Jiang Linchuan stood on the threshold with Mei Jiu in his arms, and looked into the room.

I haven't been back for a year, and the furnishings in the house have not changed.Not only did the ancestor of the Jiang family not throw away his things, but he also asked people to clean them regularly, and there was no dust on the tables and cabinets.

Stepping forward, Jiang Linchuan lifted the gauze curtain, gently placed the boy on his bed, and covered him with a quilt.

The young man who was drunk after a few drinks had a peaceful expression, his fair cheeks were smudged red.

At this time, Jiang Linchuan had time to think about the identity of this young man.

He originally thought that the sword in the stone was a high-grade spirit sword, and if he was lucky, it might be a semi-celestial weapon.

The top-grade spirit sword naturally has a sword spirit, but it cannot become a real body, but this young man not only has a real body, but also is no different from ordinary people. If he hadn't revealed his identity, Jiang Linchuan would not have noticed that he was a sword spirit at first, and even suspected that he was some idler. The boring senior expert came out to tease him.

But if he is a sword spirit...

Jiang Linchuan lowered his head, and his eyes fell on the jade sword at his waist. He said it was a murder sword, but it was actually more like a beautiful ornament.And this sword named "Jun Jiu" by him is likely to be an ordinary - fairy sword.

A high-grade fairy sword.

As for the entire Jiang family, only the ancestor of the Jiang family, the real heavenly fairy, possessed a fairy weapon.

... He spent ten years pulling out the sword in the stone, and now he feels that he has made a lot of money. As long as he can keep Mei Jiu, as long as he can master the power of Jun Jiujian, then his strength will be improved to a higher level .

There is no light in the house, only the faint moonlight.

Jiang Linchuan turned his back to the moonlight, and the darkness surged in his eyes, and he laughed silently for a long time.

Holding the wine jar in one hand, Jiang Linchuan sat on the railing outside the house to drink.Only the breeze, the bright moon, and the elongated shadows.

It wasn't until he was slightly drunk that Jiang Linchuan closed the doors and windows and fell asleep beside the young man.

Day two.

When the guard passed the sword stele, he paused, stepped back, and rubbed his eyes in disbelief.

The sword stele that had stood for thousands of years, even older than the Jiang family, collapsed, and waste rocks were piled up everywhere, and even tree branches were broken.

And they didn't notice anything last night...

A look of panic appeared on the guard's face, and he hurried to find the ancestor of the Jiang family.

At this time, the ancestor of the Jiang family was in the attic, brewing a pot of spiritual tea, holding a porcelain cup, breathing slowly, the water mist was dense, blurring people's eyes, he asked: "What's the matter of panic?" ?”

"Report to Master, the sword monument has collapsed."

With a snap of his fingers, the ancestor of the Jiang family raised his head.

The guard hurriedly told what he had seen and heard one by one. Before he could finish his sentence, an extremely tyrannical force rushed towards him, like a stormy sea, making people breathless.

The guard's shoulders were straight before, and although there was anxiety in his eyes, his face remained calm. At this moment, he bent over with difficulty, like an old man with a hunchback overwhelmed by the burden, his face was flushed, the veins on his forehead were bulging, and his expression was ferocious.

He begged for mercy subconsciously: "Master, I know I was wrong."

Out of the corner of his eye, he caught sight of the old man, only to realize that the old man was also a little surprised.

The guard was sweating coldly, only to realize to his horror that although this oppression was tyrannical, it did not belong to the ancestors of the Jiang family.

"Squeak-"

The window lattice was blown away by the wind and slapped against the wall. An object broke through the long wind and came fiercely.

The ancestor of the Jiang family raised his other hand, stretched out his index finger and middle finger, and caught the object, only to realize that it was an apricot blossom.

The gray branches, the tender pink petals are delicate, and the budding buds are a bit shy.

"Humph."

The ancestor of the Jiang family slowly got up and snorted coldly.An invisible force covered the attic, and the guard felt better now, but he was still panting heavily.

Putting the porcelain cup on the table with one hand, the ancestor of the Jiang family walked towards the window lattice. After walking a few steps, he heard a bang.

The porcelain cup shattered, the spiritual tea spilled out, and flowed on the table.

"Old Ancestor, is this a unique fragrance from Lingyuetai?" A clear and slightly lazy voice came from outside, and it was not too light or heavy, "It really is good."

"Good boy! Have you eaten the bear's heart and the leopard's guts?" The ancestor of the Jiang family was furious.

Before the words were finished, the gray-haired old man jumped out of the window lattice like lightning, and when he raised his hand, there was a thunderbolt.

I saw that the originally clear sky dimmed instantly, and a large black cloud was pressing on the Wuxiu Pavilion. At a glance, it was so deep that ink could drip out.

In the billowing black clouds, silver-purple thunder was born, and as the old man's palm fell, the rumbling sound exploded between the sky and the earth.

When the guard saw the power outside through the small window, his face turned pale, and he thought to himself: "Could it be that the master wants the young master's life?"

However, what was surprising was that the visitor actually resisted the falling lightning head-on, and saw the aura rise, and the sword intent was strong, and the lightning was split in half, only a little thunder light fell on the ground, blasting the ground into scorched black.

The young man in brocade clothes stood in front of the ancestor of the Jiang family, looked directly at the rigid and majestic face of the old man, without any fear, and even smiled a little: "Old ancestor."

"Is it itchy?"

"That's not true." Jiang Linchuan raised his brows slightly, his eyes were like a sharp blade piercing the wind and snow, "But if the ancestor wants to teach me a lesson, he must show his real skills."

The old man sneered, as if he was extremely angry.The aura on his body is gradually mysterious and out of the dust, exuding a power that surpasses the world, as if the place where he is, transcends the heaven and the earth-this is the aura that belongs to the gods.

And his hair, beard, clothes, and palms all burst out with golden-red flames, and the surrounding temperature rose straight as soon as the flames appeared, but the old man's clothes were not damaged at all.

"I want to see how much you have grown over the years, and whether you are thick enough to provoke the old man."

Before the words fell, the flames on the old man's body turned into sparks, floating in this space.

The Martians are like stars, very beautiful to look at, but when they touch the leaves, the leaves are incinerated into ashes, and the whole tree ignites a raging fire.

……

The guard lay on the window sill, and when he looked down, his face was smothered by the scalding heat.

A small piece of apricot blossom forest was planted under the two-storey attic. At this time, the apricot blossom trees were all ignited by flames, and the golden red flames formed waves, and it was impossible to see the scene inside clearly.

Only from the ups and downs of the flames can we know the intensity of the battle inside.

Fortunately, both of them were more rational, and the scope of the battle did not spread to the surrounding area. The formation of Wuxiu Pavilion firmly protected the buildings outside the Xinghua Forest.

"If I hadn't seen it with my own eyes, I wouldn't have believed it was the young master."

"Even now, I think it might be one of the master's friends messing around, turning into the appearance of the young master to discuss with the master."

"The child who knelt in front of the master back then is also this old."

"When he was abolished, even the master felt that the young master was completely ruined. Unexpectedly..."

"Nothing is impossible. The young master has worked so hard these years. What we have seen is enough to be admirable, not to mention the days when he was out."

"It's... terrifying!"

When the guard bit his ear in a low voice, something new happened below.

Seeing the strong wind blowing in, it even swept up this sea of ​​golden and red flames with a force of destruction.

The long wind swirls, forming a vortex, and the flames climb up, leaving behind charred fines, and the flames gather into a majestic fire dragon, which goes straight to the sky.

When the ancestor of the Jiang family jumped out of it, his body was not damaged at all. From time to time, sparks jumped up, but they did not regain the power they had just before, as if they disappeared without a trace with the old man's wave of his hand.

At the other end, a faint figure of a man appeared in the center of the flames, dressed in brocade clothes, with long hair loose, dancing wildly behind him.

He is not as relaxed and freehand as the ancestors of the Jiang family. You can see holes in his clothes burned by sparks, and his eyebrows and eyes occasionally exposed in the flames are unruly and dignified.

Jiang Linchuan usually looks like a son of a family who doesn't care about world affairs, and this is the first time he has shown such a scorching flame-like expression.

"Stinky boy, it's still too late for you to beg me." The ancestor of the Jiang family looked pale.

"Do not seek."

Jiang Linchuan's voice sounded a bit slow.

"You have to think about it. One day you have never ascended to immortality, and one day you are a mortal. No matter how high your cultivation is, you are just a mortal who has cultivated. Even if I don't try my best, you can't control my true fire." The ancestor raised his chin, "You are now forcibly controlling, and you won't be able to hold on for long. By then, the flames will backfire, and you will be half disabled if you don't die."

"No request." The tone was still slow and unhurried.

"Then you will bear it yourself." The ancestor of the Jiang family was stunned.

"nature."

"Don't kneel down and beg me if you've been crippled!" The ancestor of the Jiang family waved his sleeves angrily.

The conversation between the two was delayed for some time, and they saw that the strong wind that was dragging the fire dragon suddenly dissipated and turned into waves of mist. The giant dragon that was supposed to rush up to the sky lost its attachment, and its head turned around, rushing towards Jiang Linchuan.

Jiang Linchuan's robe was rolled up by the heat wave, and the ends burned directly.

He raised his head, as if he was looking at the dragon's head, with a fearless face.

"boom--"

The fire dragon hit the ground and collapsed violently, Jiang Linchuan was engulfed in a sea of ​​flames.

The guard showed a look of reluctance.

But the ancestor of the Jiang family had his hands behind his back, it was useless, and he looked ruthless.

A ray of clear light broke through the sea of ​​fire and spread in all directions like flowing water, extinguishing the true fires of the celestial beings one by one.

Do not!

The ancestor of the Jiang family showed surprise and stared at the center of the flame.

This flame was not "extinguished", but was "swallowed" by something as aura.

A touch of blue appears in the thick golden red, bringing a cool enjoyment to the tired vision.

Then someone rushed out, blue color swept through the flames, and headed towards the ancestor of the Jiang family with lightning speed.

When piercing the body of the ancestor of the Jiang family, the sea of ​​fire had been completely absorbed by Jun Jiujian.

There was no drop of blood gushing out from the place pierced by a sword.Jiang Linchuan tilted his head and muttered, "Xuying."

Behind him, the ancestor of the Jiang family appeared, his eyes fixed on the jade sword in Jiang Linchuan's hand, his expression was unprecedentedly serious: "This is... this is..."

"Jun Jiujian, from now on, he is mine."

"No wonder the sword monument collapsed."

Jiang Linchuan turned around, pulled out his long sword, and drew out a beautiful sword flower, with a piece of sleeve hanging from the tip of the sword.

"Old ancestor." Jiang Linchuan called out with a smile.

The ancestor of the Jiang family lowered his head to look at his sleeves.

He saw that his right arm had been cut off a piece of sleeve, exposing dry skin like bark.

"You once said that if I can pull out the sword in the stone, I will be the head of the Jiang family. Does this sentence count?"

The ancestor of the Jiang family squinted his eyes, and suddenly laughed when he looked at the younger generation with disheveled hair and disheveled hair, but calm and wanton eyes.

The laughter is proud and happy.

"Okay, good boy! Good boy!" With a straight face, the old ancestor of the Jiang family said in a loud voice, "I keep my word, from today onwards, you are the head of the Jiang family."

Jiang Linchuan lowered his eyes.

The ancestor of the Jiang family said again: "But let's say it first, I just admit your identity in the Jiang family. If others are "unconvinced" and do something on the spur of the moment, I don't care."

"Of course, I will settle everything." Jiang Linchuan replied in his heart: Dissatisfied?That has to be taken!

The ancestor of the Jiang family took a few glances at his junior. What he saw was known, and the rest should not be known.

As a junior, he has already begun to lose sight of it.

Withdrawing his gaze, the ancestor of the Jiang family raised his voice, and his voice spread to every corner of the Jiang family.

"Jiang family junior, come see me quickly!"