Matchmaker system [Quick Transmigration]

In front of the Wuxiu Pavilion, Jiang Jinyi waved back the guards at the door, released the restriction set by Jiang Linchuan, and stepped inside.

Although he grew up in the Jiang family, it was the first time he stepped into the Wuxiu Pavilion - the place where the ancestors of the Jiang family lived according to legend.

Logically speaking, Jiang Jinyi should have been a little curious, but recently, he has been unable to get excited.He was still a young man with a weak crown, as if his soul had been taken away by someone, and he was sickly.

After walking aimlessly in Wuxiu Pavilion for a long time, he stopped in front of the ancestral hall with a hesitant look on his face.

Jiang Linchuan is dead, no matter what others think, whether they admit it or not, Jiang Jinyi is the legitimate head of the Jiang family and is eligible to enter the ancestral hall.

In the past, the succession of the head of the Jiang family required the recognition of the ancestors, but since the ancestors were placed under house arrest by Jiang Linchuan, the ancestors lost that right and authority.

However, facing this ancestral hall, Jiang Jinyi still felt guilty and bitter.

He stood for a long time, hesitating, and when he wanted to leave, an old voice came from inside: "Come in."

...is the ancestor.

Jiang Jinyi collected himself, brushed away the old vines hanging from the old trees, and stepped into the ancient ancestral hall.

The ancestral hall is filled with soothing sandalwood, which is probably the reason why the old trees blocked the light. The inside is relatively dark, and sporadic light spots fall on the floor through the carved wooden windows.

Jiang Jinyi stepped on this spot of light, looked up, and saw rows of memorial tablets, bright lamps, and portraits.The wood of the tablet is old, the lights are bright and dark, the paper chapter of the portrait is slightly yellowed, and there are traces of time precipitation everywhere.

And an old man stood in front of the bright lamps. The old man turned his back to Jiang Jinyi. Jiang Jinyi couldn't see the expression on his face, but heard the old man's voice: "The seventh row and the eighth lamp are your soul lamps." , Chuan Er changed your surname when you were seven years old, and then lit the soul lamp for you and put it in the ancestral hall, if anything happened to you, both I and he would be able to notice it immediately."

Hearing the familiar name again, Jiang Jinyi couldn't help turning pale.

At this time, the old man turned around.He was holding an extinguished lamp in his hand, and his eyes were shining on Jiang Jinyi. There was no love from the elders towards the younger, only a coldness that penetrated into the bone marrow.

The old ancestor pursed his lips: "The soul lamp in my hand belongs to Chuan'er, and it went out a few days ago, and Chuan'er may have lost his soul. Are you satisfied with the result?"

Jiang Jinyi felt a little dizzy, so he couldn't help taking a step back.

"Old ancestor, I..."

"I told him a long time ago that even if I don't send you away, I shouldn't let you be accommodated in every possible way and make you a young master, but he is so crazy that he doesn't care about it and does his own way. I don't know that his temper is easy to follow. Who is as affectionate as his father, but also very heartless and vicious."

After being raised in Wuxiu Pavilion for several years, the old ancestor of the Jiang family didn't improve his temper at all, he was still weird and mean, his words pierced people's heart and lungs, and he was willing to poke people's heart into a thousand holes.

Back then, the ancestors said that Jiang Linchuan, who was just ten years old, would kneel down and beg for being a useless person, but now he still said that Jiang Jinyi was pale and crumbling.

But no matter what he said, Jiang Jinyi always suffered in silence without a single rebuttal, and the old ancestor soon felt dull.

After all, a boy who knows how to resist and is full of rebellion is more interesting than a puppet who doesn't say a word.

"Okay, you offer a stick of incense to the ancestors, and after you get out, you will be the head of the family in name and name. Don't come to me if you have anything to do, and hold it by yourself." The ancestor waved his sleeves in disgust.

"..."

Jiang Jinyi was silent for a moment, then replied, "Yes."

After saying that, he burnt the incense, kowtowed, and when he was about to leave, he heard a crackling sound, he couldn't help turning his head, and saw the soul lamp that had been thrown to the ground.

Jiang Jinyi was taken aback for a moment, then raised his head abruptly, and saw that the seat where Jiang Linchuan's soul lamp was originally placed was empty.

Knowing what he was trembling all over, he shouted angrily, "Old Ancestor, what are you doing?"

"It's useless anyway, it doesn't matter if you throw it away."

Such an indifferent attitude made Jiang Jinyi even more angry, and his blood boiled all over: "Old ancestor, uncle can put you under house arrest in Wuxiu Pavilion, and I can do it too, do you believe it or not?"

The ancestor of the Jiang family raised his eyebrows, and he was not very angry when he saw the young man who was not as old as himself spout nonsense: "Finally, I have some vitality."

The old ancestor waved his sleeves and walked past him: "If you really have the skills you said, just think about how to keep the Jiang family."

Stepping out of the threshold, Jiang Jinyi's voice was blown into Jiang Jinyi's ears by the bleak cool wind: "You betrayed your uncle, and your uncle did all kinds of crazy things that hurt nature and reason. He is dead. If it falls on the Jiang family, it depends on how much you can keep."

After the ancestor left, Jiang Jinyi stood in the ancestral hall for a long time instead. It was not until dusk that he realized that he picked up the fragments of lamps on the ground one by one and spent a night repairing them before leaving Wuxiu Pavilion.

The position of Patriarch is not easy, especially when Jiang Jinyi hastily took over, and with Jiang Linchuan's trouble, being targeted by monks all over the world, he is too busy.

He stayed in Wuxiu Pavilion all night, and the files piled up like a mountain the next day, and it was not easy for Jiang Jinyi to deal with these files.

Fortunately, he has many teachers, either the elders of Jiang's family or the guests of Jiang's family.These teachers watched him grow up, and naturally they had unusual feelings. If Jiang Jinyi encountered a problem that he couldn't handle, the teachers would give him advice.

In this way, Jiang Jinyi struggled to support the Jiang family.

Even so, the pressure on Jiang Jinyi's body did not relax at all. As time passed, it became heavier and heavier, almost breaking his spine.

The more he knew, the more Jiang Jinyi took over the affairs of the Jiang family, the more Jiang Jinyi realized how terrible his uncle's methods were. Those things that seemed extremely difficult to him were actually manipulated by his uncle.

In addition, he also felt the catastrophe that his revenge against his uncle had brought to the Jiang family.Many people have attacked the Jiang family overtly and secretly, and those who were attached to the Jiang family at the beginning, or had good relations with the Jiang family, have now completely severed contact with the Jiang family.

The wall falls and everyone pushes it, nothing more than that.

If it weren't for the fact that the lean camel was bigger than the horse, and the Jiang family still had ancestors with a millennium background, they would have become bereaved dogs long ago.

When Jiang Jinyi was busy and the sky was dark, a graceful white crane knocked open the window and lightly landed on the desk.

The wind from the flapping wings lifted a corner of the white paper on the table. Jiang Jinyi was stunned for a long time before he came back to his senses and reached out to touch the white crane.

The moment his fingertips touched, the white crane turned into a burst of starlight and dissipated, and there was a jade slip, a picture scroll, and a pen in his palm.

The jade slips are hung with tassels, the picture scrolls are tied with red ribbons, and a string of jade beads falls on the writing brush... It is naturally the girl's family who can have such delicate thoughts.

Jiang Jinyi picked up the jade slip, and a familiar voice came to his ears.

"Jin Yi, this is my improved landscape brush. Use it and see if it is better than the previous one? Also, I will come to see you in a few days."

Jiang Jinyi put down the jade slips, held the pen lightly, and took a while to untie the scroll. On the paper, it wasn't a beautiful landscape, nor was it a bustling scene in the world. What was painted was a few ducklings fighting.

Jiang Jinyi was taken aback for a moment, and the irritability lingering in his heart actually dissipated a little.

"This painting is interesting." A middle-aged man stepped into the room with a thick stack of books, joking with a smile.

"teacher."

"Which girl sent it here?"

Jiang Jinyi originally bent over and hunched over, with a tired look on his face, but now he straightened up, cleared his voice and replied, "It's sister Mu Xiang." After thinking for a while, he said, "A while ago, Mu Xiang My sister raised a brood of spirit birds, and this must be it."

"It turned out to be the girl from the Mu family. That girl treats you kindly. At this time, others can't avoid it, but she came here eagerly. I guess she is worried about the owner." The middle-aged man touched his chin. , "I just mentioned to her that the Patriarch is not doing well recently."

"...Sister Mu Xiang has always treated me like a brother." Jiang Jinyi murmured softly.

"Then, the Patriarch has thought of a return gift."

"..."

"It doesn't need to be expensive, as long as it suits your heart."

Jiang Jinyi lowered his head, his forehead hair covered his bloodshot eyes, and his voice was deep and dry: "Teacher, I don't want to see her, and I dare not see her."

"Why?"

"I think..." Sister Mu Xiang should like her uncle, otherwise why haven't she married for so many years?

He killed his uncle, how dare he see Mu Xiang.

However, this sentence stuck in his throat, because Jiang Jinyi couldn't say that, not only because of the reputation of the girl's family, but also because...Jiang Linchuan is the big devil in everyone's eyes.

Jiang Jinyi's thoughts were easily revealed by his teacher: "The girl of the Mu family will not like the former head of the family."

Jiang Jinyi looked up.

"Your uncle is always accompanied by a handsome young man. He eats, lives and sleeps with him. He is inseparable. It is like this every day. People who have seen them together cannot like your uncle. Isn't that asking for trouble? Mu Miss Xiang is clever and clever, but she won't be so stupid."

"Brother Xiaojiu and uncle are not in that relationship."

"What does it matter? Your uncle has no intention of marrying a wife, that's a fact." Jiang Jinyi almost jumped up when the middle-aged man said next.

Instead of calling the Patriarch, he called Jiang Jinyi's name, his eyes were full of love for the younger generation: "Jinyi, maybe it's time for you to get married."

"Old, old teacher, stop joking." Jiang Jinyi blushed instantly, like a cat with fur.

"If you are tired from supporting yourself, find someone to support you. Our ancestors valued Mu Xiang and wanted your uncle to marry her because the entire Mu family and the old man of the Mu family stood behind her."

Jiang Jinyi subconsciously retorted: "How is this possible? Sister Mu Xiang...has always treated me like a child."

"Isn't this right? The relationship will be cultivated in the future. As long as she really loves you, she will help you through this difficult time." The middle-aged man looked like he had seen through the facts, and patted Jiang Jinyi on the shoulder, leaving The frightened Jiang Jinyi and a pile of scrolls were dropped off.

Mu Xiang said in the jade slips that he came to see Jiang Jinyi for a few days, but he actually went to Jiang's house the next day.

Everyone in the Jiang family knew this Miss Mu's family, and they went all the way without hindrance, until they were stopped by the guards left by Jiang Jinyi in front of the study.

Ten years is not a long time for a cultivator. Mu Xiang's face is the same as before. When he smiles, his eyebrows and eyes are curved, like apricot blossoms.

She said to the confinement house: "Jinyi, my sister personally made a passion fruit cake for you, come out and try it."

Jiang Jinyi took a sip of tea, moistened his voice, and said in as calm a voice as possible: "Sister Mu Xiang, go back."

"Jin Yi grows up, and doesn't like passion fruit cake anymore."

There was a crying smile on his lips, Jiang Jinyi's voice was still flat, and he said to himself: "The road is not safe, I will send you back. And...don't come..."

"I came all the way here."

"Come here, take my sister back..." Go.

With a "bang", the door was opened, and Jiang Jinyi saw the slim figure at the door, and suddenly thought, people should not be too familiar, it would be bad if they were so familiar that they could knock on the door for granted.

The thought passed, but it was an uncontrollable panic and guilty conscience.

Jiang Jinyi subconsciously squatted down and hid behind the table.

He could face Sword Master Wentian calmly, and stand in front of the world's top powers, but when Jiang Linchuan appeared, he lost his composure.

He could accept the accusation of the ancestor of the Jiang family, but when the ancestor dropped the soul lamp, he was angry and threatened the ancestor.

Likewise, he couldn't face Mu Xiang either.

There was no other reason. Jiang Jinyi knew that others didn't care about him, but Jiang Linchuan and Mu Xiang cared about him and cared about him, so they couldn't face him calmly.

The room was silent for a long time, Mu Xiang snorted and laughed, walked to the desk a few steps, and put down the pastry box: "Do you want me to play peek-a-boo with you?"

"..."

"Oh, what you said today really hurt my sister."

"... Take the box in the third drawer of the cabinet, take it."

"Hmm." Mu Xiang opened the cabinet, saw an apricot flower hairpin, and then heard Jiang Jinyi's voice, "This is a return gift for the Shanshui brush. You can also open the box next to it."

Mu Xiang then opened the drawer, and there was a picture scroll, which showed a girl blowing open the branches of a plum tree, that is, Mu Xiang herself.

Jiang Jinyi couldn't help pinching his palms: "The return gift for that painting. And...and..."

He didn't prepare cakes in return. Jiang Jinyi couldn't think of what to give for a moment, and he choked out a sentence for a long time: "Sister, you can choose anything from the Treasure Pavilion."

"Then go back..."

"Really don't come, it will drag you down..."

Mu Xiang walked around the desk, stood in front of Jiang Jinyi, and sighed softly: "You won't hide your tears, will you?"

"I didn't."

"Then there is this painting on the table?" Mu Xiang squatted down, "Is it also for me?"

Jiang Jinyi was taken aback, and saw Mu Xiang spread out the scroll and put it in front of him. On the scroll, the plum blossoms were in full bloom, the fire unicorn was lying in a protective posture, the young man was playing the piano, the boy was sleeping sweetly, and the years were peaceful—— There is no child who makes a snowman alone.

"I tore up the picture you drew earlier, and I copied it myself."

"You have drawn one less person."

"There's no need to paint it."

"Is it for Linchuan? Or is it a compensation for him?" Mu Xiang lowered his eyes, with a gentle light in his eyes.

"It's not for him." Jiang Jinyi gritted his teeth, stared at Mu Xiang with wide eyes, and clenched his hands into fists.

Mu Xiang reached out to stroke his forehead and rubbed it lightly: "Don't be sad."

A layer of mist floated in Jiang Jinyi's eyes, and his body began to tremble. The next moment, he kept his knees and began to cry.Weeping loudly, feeling ugly and pitiful.

This was the first time Jiang Linchuan cried after his death.

Mu Xiang thought for a while, and then said: "I will accompany you to the Hopeless Sea, and return the painting to Linchuan personally, okay?"

Jiang Jinyi choked out a sob, and answered with a sob: "...um."