Matchmaker system [Quick Transmigration]

170 nine

The manager left in a hurry, the door closed with a "snap", but the atmosphere in the room was still icy cold.

Not to mention the maids holding the qin and the flute, even An Zhi and Ruo Su didn't dare to take a breath.

Just as the atmosphere condensed, Jiang Linchuan laughed softly. The laughter was brisk, and he lay back on his back, rolled around on the bed, and his hair was messy under his body.

"You're so timid, you ran away when you were scared." Jiang Linchuan inserted his fingers into his hair and laughed.

If Su is more stable than An, compared to other maids, he has a closer relationship with Jiang Linchuan. Seeing Jiang Linchuan's appearance, his voice is like a green cry: "The Taotie Building declares that it will never reveal the identity of the guests. As long as you enter the building, The guests are protected by the Taotie Tower... Looking at it now, these words are a bit ridiculous, the identity of the guests is exposed, and the person in charge dares to take private work."

"These rules are for the common people, not those high-ranking immortals." Jiang Linchuan answered with a smile, "Ruosu, go and tell the landlord what happened just now, and let him handle it himself."

If Jiang Linchuan didn't mention this matter, for the sake of the Sword Master Wentian, the master Taotie would turn a blind eye and never mention this "deal" and what he did in charge.

However, if Jiang Linchuan was in trouble, the owner of Taotie would punish him severely for the sake of the ancestors of the Jiang family.

To put it bluntly, the Taotie host is a businessman.

"Yes." Ruosu took the order.

Jiang Linchuan glanced around, from the entanglement on An Zhi's face to the panic on the faces of the maids, and simply waved his hands: "You all go outside and wait."

When the maids left, Ruosu took a step back and walked at the end, turned around, looked worried, parted her lips, and said in a voice that only Jiang Linchuan could hear: "Young master, it is really a shame to offend Sword Master Wentian like this. It's... it's really..."

Under Jiang Linchuan's eyes that seemed to see through everything, Ruo Su paused, and the preaching stuck in his throat.

"Do not worry about it."

"It's just a sword. If you can make friends with the sword master Wentian..." Ruosu didn't know the origin and identity of Jun Jiujian. In her understanding, Jun Jiujian was just for viewing, so she didn't understand Jiang Linchuan. That "offended" response.

"It's not a sword." Jiang Linchuan raised his hand, put his arms around Mei Jiu's shoulders, and hugged the half-grown boy into his arms.

Mei Jiu blinked her eyes, her expression slightly puzzled, but obediently let Jiang Linchuan hold her.

The other party's voice came from the top of the head, with a clear and charming smile: "That is an old friend who has been with me for ten years."

Mei Jiu understood this sentence, she pursed her lips and smiled.

Not long after Ruosu and Anzhi left, Taotielou came again and made a good apology to Jiang Linchuan, and euphemistically stated that they would severely punish the person in charge just now so that he would never appear in front of Jiang Linchuan again.

Jiang Linchuan didn't pursue it, and nodded as if nothing had happened.

An Zhibu was angry: "Master, he made us offend Wentian Sword Master for nothing, so let's forget it?"

Jiang Linchuan was amused, smiled, raised his eyebrows, and propped his chin with the back of his hand: "What else can I do, the gluttonous landlord has already paid for our lives, why can't I hold on to it?"

An Yi was taken aback.

The man sent by Taotielou smiled in the direction of Jiang Linchuan, every curve of his face was full of kindness, which made people feel very comfortable.

"Patriarch Jiang is open-minded and not as knowledgeable as us. As for those who have made mistakes, they will naturally be punished as they should be." He bent down and exited the room.

In the room, an expression of disbelief appeared on An Zhi's face, and he murmured, "Just, just... died?"

"Otherwise?" Jiang Linchuan asked back.

Anzhi lowered his head and remained silent.

Jiang Linchuan lowered his eyes, and his voice was low and deep: "Didn't you think the punishment was too light just now? Now it's too heavy? But... human life is best to be cheap."

The breathing in the room was shallow, and the lively sound from outside came in, turned around and disappeared without a trace.

Jiang Linchuan suddenly thought that when Anzhi and Ruosu were with their sisters, their father Jiang Yan protected them. Although the elders would say a few words, there was nothing really out of the ordinary.

Later, when his sister got married, he was abolished and moved into the Wuxiu Pavilion, leaving the two of them to stay where they were.Although it is inevitable to be made things difficult by the servants, those elders look down on the two little girls, and they will not be bored to attack them.

In other words, life and death are far away from them.

People who have never seen cruelty or suffered pain will inevitably develop a soft heart.

But Mei Jiu...

Jiang Linchuan lowered his eyes and fell on Mei Jiu who was sitting obediently, staring at Mei Jiu outside the window lattice.

This young man is the calmest one.

The young man who came to this world not long ago has the purest and most thorough soul, but he doesn't understand the horror of life and death.

He is like a piece of snow-white paper, while Jiang Linchuan is a person who holds a pen and can paint at will, let him outline the landscape and the world, but Jiang Linchuan can only draw ghosts...

Halfway through the auction, Mei Jiu was a little bored, so Jiang Linchuan asked Anzhi and Ruosu to stay here, and he took Mei Jiu out for a walk by himself.

It happened to be a market place outside, and some miscellaneous things were not precious, but more interesting.

After the elder and the younger stepped out of the Taotie Tower, someone turned out from the alley outside the Taotie Tower and followed their footsteps.

On the third floor of the Taotie Building, the closed window sills were opened, and a man in a red dress with arrow sleeves and a light gown stood at the window, looking down coldly with a pair of eagle-like eyes.

The hand with a thick layer of calluses held the hilt of the sword, as if it was ready to be unsheathed at any time.

A folding fan was stretched out from the side, someone squeezed over and asked curiously: "What are you looking at? Huh, that kid from the Jiang family? Fellow Daoist, you don't think you're interested in this little doll, do you?"

"..."

Yubai's folding fan shook, and he said again: "I'm looking for him to trade, and I'm secretly paying attention, why can't I see that he has a good sword?"

"That's because you are not a sword master." Wentian Sword Master turned and left.

When the clothes fluttered past, he was grabbed by his friend, who poked him with a folding fan: "You came out of the Wanli Swamp, didn't you just because of the fairy sword collected by the Taotie Tower? Now that fairy sword hasn't been taken out yet, you are leaving , what is the reason for this?"

Wentian Sword Master replied quite directly: "I don't like it anymore."

"what?"

This market place was originally lively, big and small medicine shops, magic weapon shops, formation shops, etc., at a glance, row upon row, and even a lot of monks, looking for a good geomantic omen, sat on the ground, and directly set up a stall .

The nearby monks like to walk here when they have nothing to do.

The Taotie Building was opened here, and many monks came here admiringly. Not everyone had a badge, so they chose to wander around, so there were several times more monks coming and going than usual.

There are only a few people looking at the "scenery", and most people want to pick the weak ones to rob.

When Jiang Linchuan pulled Mei Jiu out, he attracted a lot of attention. In their eyes, Jiang Linchuan, who was "weak" and alone, was undoubtedly a big fat sheep.

But in view of Jiang Linchuan's fanfare at the beginning, many people recognized his identity, but they were a little hesitant.

After all, no one can be sure whether Jiang Linchuan has powerful things on him, or whether there is someone secretly protecting him. After all, the Jiang family has a profound heritage, and the most indispensable thing is spirit treasures and strong men.

"Each market has a shop owner. The shop owners are generally good. They gather a lot of monks. They guard the market together. At the same time, those who buy and sell in the market must hand in certain spirit stones."

Jiang Linchuan saw Mei Jiu looking around with a curious look on his face, so he patiently explained to him: "Look, every shop here has handed in spirit stones, including those who set up stalls here."

Mei Jiu squatted in front of a stall, and there were a lot of spiritual ores and small magic weapons on the stall.

The shopkeeper greeted: "The little things I brought back from the secret realm are not available in the market. Would you like to buy one? Maybe it's a chance."

Pointing her fingers weakly, Mei Jiu said regretfully, "They are all soulless."

"Spiritual artifacts have artifact spirits." The shopkeeper scratched his head, showing a look of foolishness, "The best here are high-level artifacts, how can there be artifact spirits?"

"Without a spirit, it is a dead thing."

When the stall owner encounters such an unreasonable person, he will be suffocated for a while.

"You are not suitable for these." Jiang Linchuan couldn't help laughing, and rubbed Mei Jiu's head.

Mei Jiu raised her head with a puzzled expression.

Jiang Linchuan knelt down, brushed Mei Jiu's sideburns away from his ears, and whispered to him, "I'll find you a better one."

"Then what am I suitable for?"

"This." Jiang Linchuan lowered his eyes, pulled apart a bunch of gadgets, and found a string of ceramic beads, carefully placed them in Mei Jiu's palm, "You are suitable for this."

With a touch of finger, spiritual energy was injected, and the ceramic ball lifted into the air, surrounding Mei Jiu, exuding luster of different colors, and then with a "bang", the ceramic ball exploded, blooming pink and white lotus flowers, the center of which was bright yellow Wick, shake from side to side.

Mei Jiuqing's blue eyes were lit up by the light, full of curiosity and amazement.

"This is what I need." Jiang Linchuan dropped a few spirit stones, took Mei Jiu's hand and left.

Mei Jiu looked very serious, looked at it for a while, then smiled: "Brother, I like it very much."

"Well, as long as you like it."

Holding the spirit stone, the shopkeeper opened his mouth: It's for five or six-year-old children...

The two walked all the way, and bought all the way, Jiang Linchuan didn't buy expensive ones, he didn't buy practical ones, he bought them all as children's toys.

Jiang Linchuan never played with these when he was a child, he only watched other children play from a distance, but he was keen to buy these for Mei Jiu.

Opposite the monk's market is the mortal's market. Unlike the exquisite and clean monk's market, the mortal's market is filled with a mixed smell.

The fishy smell of chickens, ducks, fish and other animals, the smell of women's powder, and the smell of sweat are really unpleasant, especially for monks with sensitive five senses, it is even more unbearable.

Jiang Linchuan, the patriarch of the Jiang family who should have been pampered, didn't feel uncomfortable at all. He didn't even use a small spell to get rid of the smell, and walked directly there.

Behind him were many monks, all of whom were murderers trying to rob money.

Some people decide to do it, some people decide to wait and see.

However, before they could make a move, the sky suddenly turned dark, as if a pair of invisible big hands moved space and time, completely sealing off this small piece of land.

"It's not good, there is an expert to take action, run quickly, so as not to be hurt by the fish in the pond."

Dozens of monks drive the magic weapon, or fly into the sky, or hide from the ground.

Feitian was bounced back and directly hit a pit in the ground. The expressions of these monks who were trying to hunt the fat sheep all changed.

On the contrary, it was the "fat sheep" with a leisurely expression, showing the puppet to the teenager beside him.

The soil puppet can sing folk songs as soon as it is touched.

Mei Jiu raised her eyes, her pupils were clear: "Brother, the smell of blood is very strong."

"Yes." Jiang Linchuan replied, "Do you want Xiao Jiu to play with them?"

The formation condenses the evil spirit of blood, and the gas surrounds it, forming countless dense swords. The light of the swords is cold, and the black pure poisonous liquid slowly drips from the swords.

"Ding--"

After receiving the order, the sword formed an array and slashed towards the two of them.

——like a grand rain of swords.

Mei Jiu pointed to the lotus lanterns around her: "Play this?"

"No, beat them down."

"..."

Mei Jiu pondered, then raised her head and showed a soft smile: "Understood."

The next moment, the sword seemed to be overwhelmed, and it all broke and exploded in the air.

Countless fragments flew in all directions.