Matchmaker system [Quick Transmigration]

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Jiang Linchuan bent his knees and leaned against the bed, with a volume of books on his lap, his slender fingers scribbled across the ink-colored characters, savoring word by word.

The bed curtain was opened, and the warm light fell on the scroll through the window paper. Jiang Linchuan turned the next page, and the book paper made a slight sound.

Then Jiang Linchuan saw a big turtle drawn in ink on the page of the book...

In recent years, he has not been able to sleep very well. He either meditates at night, reads classics, or simply handles the affairs of the night.

I meditated for a long time last night, and my energy was still good. When the morning light was twilight, I picked up a book and flipped through it.

There are many books in his room, from classics of cultivation to strange people and strange things to brief explanations of the six arts, etc., what he has learned is very miscellaneous.He didn't pick anything, and after getting a book of stories at random, he read it as a dispensable one.

He had already read more than ten pages, but he didn't quite remember the content. He only remembered when he turned this page. Yesterday he was really bored, so he took Mei Jiu to draw.

And this storybook happened to be in his hand, so it was a disaster. Jiang Linchuan didn't know how to draw, so he directly drew a big turtle on it.

At that time, Mei Jiu was holding the book and looked at the big turtle above it with a troubled face.

Jiang Linchuan smiled beside him, and handed the brush to him while smiling: "Come on, Xiaojiu, you can draw too."

Mei Jiu hurriedly shook her head.

Thinking of this, Jiang Linchuan's lips curved slightly, and he couldn't help chuckling.

A slight rub came from his side, Jiang Linchuan turned his head and saw Mei Jiu sleeping on the inner side of the bed.Most of the boy's body was curled up under the brocade quilt, only revealing a white and tender face, his eyes were slightly closed, his lips were slightly pursed, and the lines softened into his heart.

Probably Jiang Linchuan's laughter startled him, Mei Jiu turned over, her hair was messed up under her body.

Jiang Linchuan closed his notebook, put his arms on his knees, tilted his head, and shouted to the sword spirit who had become more and more like a "human" but not very tall all these years: "Little slob, get up."

The voice is soft and slow, with a little smile on it, and it sounds very moving. However, for people who are still asleep, any voice is unfriendly.

Therefore, Mei Jiu's slender eyebrows were knit together, and after wrinkling the tip of her nose, she opened her eyes.

A pair of eyes that looked like magma and a pool of blood.

Jiang Linchuan was smiling, but at this moment, the smile disappeared completely.He was born in pink and jade carvings when he was young, and he can easily please people whether he smiles or not.

As the years passed, he gradually grew up, his face grew, and the originally beautiful place looked even better, but it was sculpted into an extremely handsome beauty.On weekdays, he wears a somewhat casual smile, and he doesn't see anything. Once his expression disappears, he looks indifferent and sharp, like the cold wind in a midwinter night.

"Hmm...brother..."

This kind of frontal cold is like a flower in a mirror, and it dissipates instantly in a murmur between half asleep and half awake, as if it never existed.

Mei Jiu propped up half of her body with her hands, rubbed her eyes, and looked at Jiang Linchuan with a pair of wet eyes.

Those eyes were clear and clear, without any haze.

——It was back to its original state.

Jiang Linchuan raised his hand and tapped Mei Jiu's forehead, and Mei Jiu covered her forehead as if in pain.Covering his forehead, but not his face, Jiang Linchuan rubbed his face instead, and said with a smile, "Are you awake?"

"Come on, let me comb your hair."

Mei Jiu's hair was green and soft, just like his face, without the slightest bit of prickling.Jiang Linchuan could easily tie up his hair, revealing his smooth forehead.

There are a lot of things on the table, which are the materials Jiang Linchuan has read in the past few days, and the word "Xu Ling" is written on the corner of the paper.

"Are you going to see your ancestors today?"

"I'll go see the old man after I comb your hair. I've cleaned up everything that needs to be done in the house. I've also taken care of what needs to be done. It's time to deal with other things."

Mei Jiu pursed her lips: "Your injury hasn't healed yet."

"I left my little nephew in Bai's house for so long, and it's time to come back."

"Five years." After combing her hair, Mei Jiu raised her head, her meaning was very clear, it's been five years, there's no need to rush.

"Yeah, it's been five years, and you haven't grown up." Jiang Linchuan laughed.

"..."

Seeing that Mei Jiu didn't answer, Jiang Linchuan withdrew his smile and looked into the distance: "It's been too long."

It's been too long, so can't wait.

"elder brother……"

"Don't worry about it, don't you have you? As long as I hold Jun Jiujian, I will be at ease."

Mei Jiu's cheeks turned red, and she said in embarrassment: "The hair is combed crookedly."

"It's crooked? How can it be crooked?" Jiang Linchuan held his face in both hands, straightened it up and looked at it, "It's really a bit..."

Jiang Linchuan preemptively said: "I told you not to move, but you still want to move, forget it, it looks better if it is crooked."

After the two packed up, Jiang Linchuan went to the Wuxiu Pavilion to find the ancestor of the Jiang family, and Mei Jiu obediently sat in the gazebo outside and waited.

The ancestor of the Jiang family was in seclusion some time ago, and he just left the seclusion yesterday. It can be said that Jiang Linchuan came to look for him as soon as he left the seclusion.

Before stepping into the threshold, a pawn struck.

When Jiang Linchuan caught it, he felt the spiritual power covering the chess piece, secretly reckoning that if he was weaker or injured, he would not be able to catch this chess piece.

"Old ancestor." Jiang Linchuan had a smile on his face, "Are you trying to kill me?"

There were no windows in the house, and the light was extremely dim. The ancestor of the Jiang family sat there with a game of chess in front of him, as if he was playing against himself.

Playing chess is supposed to be a matter that requires a lot of meditation, but the ancestors couldn't calm down, the fingertips holding the chess pieces turned white, and the veins on the back of the withered hands bulged.

"Your life?" The old man smiled coldly, "Then tell me, how many people did you kill?"

"I do not remember."

"Then you should know how many people of your own race you have killed!"

"...I don't remember either." Jiang Linchuan sighed vaguely, "I don't want to remember, and it's meaningless to remember, besides, I don't know every Jiang family member, so it's not uncommon for me to be killed as a foreigner. "

"Damn things!"

"Old Ancestor, the anger hurts the body."

"I repaired the dantian tendons for you, not for you to deal with your fellow clan."

"Chuan'er understands." Jiang Linchuan took a step forward and slowly closed the wooden door.

With the sound of "Wow--", the light gradually closed into a line until it disappeared completely, and a shadow was cast on Jiang Linchuan's face: "Of course Chuan'er understands, you don't like Uncle Li, you always feel that he lacks everything , so I hope that Chuan'er can take good care of the Jiang family, you see, the Jiang family is not very good now?"

The ancestor of the Jiang family was holding black pieces, Jiang Linchuan sat down opposite him, he pulled the white chess box with his fingers, lowered his eyes, and said casually: "I'm not very good at chess, old ancestor, don't dislike me."

"Kill them all, and the Jiang family will be fine?"

"It's not 'them'." Jiang Linchuan added, "It's the ones who defy me."

With a smile on his lips, Jiang Linchuan seemed to be thinking about where this child should fall: "As for the quiet people, don't worry, my ancestors, I will take good care of them."

A piece fell slowly, and the originally messy chess game suddenly became clear, and the white piece actually gained the upper hand.

"Grandpa, please."

The ancestor didn't play chess leisurely, he slapped the chessboard with a slap, and the chess pieces shook, no matter whether they were black or white pieces, they were scattered all over the ground.

"When you were born, your mother died. Xiangyi was young at that time, Yan'er was depressed, and only a few servants took you with him. Jiang Li often came to see you! All the toys you had before you were five years old, but He picked everything for you!"

The old ancestor of the Jiang family's voice was deafening, and the smile on Jiang Linchuan's face was restrained, appearing a little indifferent: "I remember a little, Uncle Li likes children, and he adopted many adopted children without marrying a wife... After the age of five, the old ancestor, you throw them away. All things, require me with the strictest standards, and then Uncle Li never smiled at me again, I often feel that he wants to kill me."

Because Jiang Li saw what the Jiang family's ancestor meant, and the ancestor wanted to train this child to become the next head of the family.

"You killed him, killed his eight foster sons, killed..."

"Old ancestor, you are really boring." Jiang Linchuan interrupted him, "Didn't you teach me all these things?"

Jiang Linchuan nestled on the round chair, smiled lowly, and his shoulders trembled: "He can treat me well because I am not a threat. Whenever there is a threat, he is regarded as an enemy."

Jiang Linchuan was actually very dependent on Jiang Li when he was in Xiaotuanzi. Jiang Li didn't come to see him during that time, so he went to Jiang Li with a plate of pastries that he thought was the best. When he saw Jiang Li from a distance, he chased after him. When he tripped over a stone and his nose was bruised and his face was swollen, Jiang Li walked away leisurely as if he hadn't arrived.

"Old Ancestor, you are the same. Although you are strict, I have always felt the difference from you to me, but you see that I am crippled and crippled, and you feel in your heart that if I can't get up, I will abandon it..."

"There are many others who are the same..."

"You taught me well." Jiang Linchuan tilted his head, his ink eyes were filled with water vapor, "Regardless of affection, eradicate those who hinder me——I'm just doing what you do?"

The old ancestor was annoyed, "It's ridiculous, everything you have was given by the Jiang family, and I can take it back at any time."

"I've already stood in this position. Does the ancestor really want to kill me?" Jiang Linchuan raised his voice, "If the ancestor is not satisfied with my achievements, how about I do something for you?"

"What do you want to do, you little brat?"

"Nothing, help you kill someone."

The old ancestor laughed angrily: "Is there anyone I can't kill and need you to kill?"

Jiang Linchuan got up slowly, straightened his clothes, and said slowly, "Master Xu Ling."

"you--"

The ancestors of the Jiang family were really surprised this time.

Jiang Linchuan lowered his eyes: "Old Ancestor, you haven't been out for a long time, and I'm afraid you don't know something. Five years ago, I met the Sword Master Wentian, and I accidentally learned something... Palace Master Xu Ling once asked Xian He Sanren, Xianhe Sanren are most proficient in the art of spring with a dead tree."

"Is he injured?" The "he" mentioned by the ancestor of the Jiang family naturally refers to the master of Xu Ling.

"I checked for five years, and I'm afraid it's almost the same."

Palace Master Xu Ling has ascended to the immortal way, no matter how severe the injury is, as long as it takes a lot of time, he can slowly heal.

"How could it be, who could hurt him so badly..."

"That was 15 years ago, when he was injured at Candle Dragon Volcano. This is what Uncle Li told me."

When Jiang Linchuan entered the room, he confronted the ancestor of the Jiang family. When he opened the door again and stepped out of the room, the atmosphere between the two was harmonious, not to mention harmonious.

Mei Jiu was really bored, as soon as she heard the movement, she turned around, put her arms on the back of the recliner, and looked at the two of them.

Compared with the sword spirit five years ago, Mei Jiu is now a little less ethereal and a little more real.

The ancestor of the Jiang family who was talking to Jiang Linchuan was taken aback for a moment, glanced at Mei Jiu, and lowered his voice: "You let him practice?"

"Hmm." Jiang Linchuan's voice was a little more soft and imperceptible, "He can transform into a physical body, he can use spiritual power, and he can naturally cultivate."

"It's bullshit!"

All things in the world can be cultivated as long as they have spiritual wisdom and spiritual roots. Demons can cultivate into demon immortals, ghosts can cultivate into ghost immortals, and artifacts can naturally cultivate into spiritual immortals.

Although the origin of Jun Jiujian is unknown, it is a rare fairy sword. Qi Ling is within the range of "immortals". If Qi Ling cultivates into a spirit fairy, he will immediately break away from Jiang Linchuan's control and become an independent individual.

Losing a fairy sword in vain is something only a fool can do.

"Don't worry, old ancestor, Chuan'er knows it well." He said it well, but Jiang Linchuan's face didn't mean it at all.

But what he said just now made the ancestors see his cold-bloodedness and his supremacy of profit. He didn't think that Jiang Linchuan would act emotionally. He was so stupid that he didn't take it to heart.

After coming out of Wuxiu Pavilion, Mei Jiu murmured: "Just now, the ancestor looked at me several times."

Jiang Linchuan didn't expect him to be so sensitive, and immediately replied: "It's okay."

"Did you quarrel with your ancestor?"

"..."

"Small things."

Under Mei Jiu's gaze, he was silent for a while: "...I'm just a little tired."

People who take everything away tend to be more tired.

He raised his head, and the sky was surging, his voice was deep and somewhat obscure.

"I want to go to Candle Dragon Volcano first."