Matchmaker system [Quick Transmigration]

two hundred and six

A hundred miles away from the Hopeless Sea is Pingye, and to the south of Pingye is Luofang Prefecture. Luofang Prefecture belongs to the sect, and there are mortal villages and towns all over the place.

Luofang Prefecture is headed by Zefang Palace. Zefang Palace is a sect that only accepts women. Every year, fairies from Zefang Palace will travel all over Luofang Prefecture, looking for talented and suitable women to be their sects.

After Zefang Palace accepts disciples, the other small sects that look up to them will start recruiting.

After Jiang Ling and Mei Shuyuan left the Hopeless Sea, the first place they passed was Pingye.

There are several small towns scattered in the plains. Although they are not very prosperous, they will not encounter any major crises, so the mortals living here are very happy.

When the sky was slightly bright, there were vendors setting up stalls on the old streets. When pedestrians passed this stone road, their hands were often full of various gadgets.

The old man who sold sesame seed cakes got up early and occupied the shade of the tree early. It was hot at noon, and the thick leaves could block the light.

The biscuits were baked golden, and the crispy fragrance was spread by the wind, and the old man ushered in the first order of the day.

"Master, two biscuits."

"okay."

The old man had lowered his head and was busy, but when he heard the voice, he immediately responded happily. When he was putting the sesame cakes in oil paper, he thought, he knows everyone in the streets and alleys, why haven't he heard this voice before?Then I thought, whose son Lang has such a nice voice?It is comparable to the noble son of the Zhongming Ding Restaurant that he met when he was young.

When he handed over the oiled paper containing two sesame cakes, the old man looked up and saw the person who bought the sesame cakes.

It was an extremely young son, with a slender figure, shoulders as tall and straight as bamboo, the material on his body was luxurious and luxurious that the old man had never seen before, and his face was pure and elegant.

However, there is a red mark between the eyebrows, from top to bottom, from deep to shallow, it looks like it was injured by some sharp object, and it looks like a natural birthmark.Like the finishing touch, it makes the whole face a little more coquettish.

The old man had never stepped out of town, and it was the first time in his life that he had seen such a handsome son.He shrank his hands for a while, suspecting that the lard on his rough fingers would get on the young man's clothes.

He just sold sesame seed cakes to make a living, but he couldn't afford to pay for such expensive clothes.

"Hey, old man, don't take back the biscuits. I have money, so I won't renege on my debt."

The young man's words were very kind, but when he raised his long eyebrows, there was a bit of arrogance in his eyebrows, and the old man couldn't help but stop his movements.

So the young man smiled and took the oil paper wrapping sesame cakes from the old man, and put the broken silver in the old man's palm with a smile.

The old man has worked hard all year round and is a real person. His hands are marked by years of accumulation, not only deformed fingers, but also thick calluses and various scars that cannot be erased.The most important thing is that even if the old man wiped his hands with a sweat towel from time to time, they were still covered with oil stains when he got up early in the morning to bake the biscuits.

When the young man took the oiled paper, his fingertips got a little bit of oil, and when he put the broken silver, his sleeves were also stained with some oil.

——How much money does this dress cost?

"Master, son..." The old man was a little panicked, afraid that he would meet someone who was unreasonable and insist on blaming him for the matter.

Seeing that young man tore off the greased paper, he took a bite out of the biscuit, closed his eyes slightly, and started to taste it.

"Well, it's not bad, the portion is very large, and the taste is very good." The young man opened his eyes, put a few pieces of silver on the stall, and smiled at the old man, "I want them all."

"..."

"Not enough silver?" The young man was obviously a prodigal, and threw out a few pieces of silver.

The old man was silent, and then said, "How many people in the young master's family, where do you live in the mansion? Shall I send it to you?"

"Including my words, the two of you, I'm traveling, I just came to this town, and I haven't found a place to live yet." The young man added, "So I don't need you to send me here, sir."

"Young Master, you can buy four. You can't finish it if you have too many. The biscuits lose their taste when they get cold, and they are easy to spoil, so they won't last for many days."

"It's okay." The young man waved his hand, "Don't worry, old man, I can finish eating."

After saying that, he waved to one side and shouted: "Stay away, come here."

This old tree with luxuriant branches was planted on the bank of the river, and a stone bridge was built on the river, and the young master was yelling at the opposite side.

Hearing his voice, the old man subconsciously looked across the bridge and saw a person.

The old man has a good body, he can run and jump, but his eyesight is not very good, and he can't see the appearance of the person vaguely. He can only guess from his body size, and he is another young man.

Oh, looking at his clothes, he seems to be a Taoist.

When the man stepped across the stone bridge and approached, the old tree, which was originally full of vitality, was shaken by the wind, and it seemed to be gone for a moment.

Even the old man shivered for no reason, feeling a gust of wind blowing, and couldn't help but mutter in his heart: Is it going to change the sky today?

"Look, old man, this is the one from my house." Jiang Ling took a bite of the biscuit, and introduced it vaguely to the old man.The words were extremely casual, but there was a completely different smile from the eyebrows and eyes.

He lowered his voice and whispered to the old man: "He will definitely like your sesame seed cakes."

The old man was dubious, but he was not afraid of paying, so he naturally had no reason to push the money away, so he could only smile and say, "That's good, that's good."

At this time, the old man finally saw the other person's face clearly.

Compared with the handsome and somewhat domineering appearance of the previous young master, this person is said to be as gentle as jade, with soft brows and eyes, and almost no water chestnut.

But facing that young master just now, the old man can still deal with it freely. When facing this person, the old man's heart suddenly lifted up inexplicably, as if he was walking on the edge of a cliff.

His mouth opened, but the old man insisted on not uttering a single polite word.

From an angle that the old man couldn't see, Jiangling was leaning against the old tree trunk, eating sesame seed cakes very deliciously.Logically speaking, his current body doesn't need to eat at all, but after staying in the Hopeless Sea for so long, his mouth has no taste at all, so he can only drink a little wine, or make himself a pot of tea in an arty way.

I didn't see any delicious ones, but suddenly I saw such a crispy sesame seed cake, so I naturally wanted to take two more bites.

The skin of his mouth was covered with oil and water, Jiang Ling swallowed the pie filling in his mouth.Putting his fingers to his lips, he tilted his head and smiled at Mei Shuyuan.

Brilliant and romantic, even a little childish.

Mei Shuyuan raised her eyes and met this smile.

In his line of sight, Jiang Ling's index finger followed the curvature of the thin lips, slowly pulling towards the corner of the lips.

Mei Shuyuan knew what he meant.

This is the code between them.

Before entering the town, Jiang Ling took Mei Shuyuan's shoulders and discussed with him: Shuyuan, if I do this with you, you--

Tilting his head, his fingers touched his lips, drawing an arc.

——Just smile.

After only one pass, Mei Shuyuan memorized this "sign" firmly.Because Jiang Ling's expression at that time was too alluring...

Mei Shuyuan lowered her eyes, bent her lips and smiled, not only smiling at the old man in front of her, but also smiling at Jiang Ling.

Just a slight smile makes people feel like a spring breeze.It has been like this since a long time ago, as long as Mei Shuyuan smiled, it was killing people without the slightest murderous intent.

The old man blinked, recovered all of a sudden, smiled at Mei Shuyuan, and politely asked Jiang Ling if he wanted to wrap it up.

"Wrap everything up." Jiang Ling waved his hand in a very good mood.

"Good."

Jiang Ling took two pancakes earlier, one didn't move, and the other ate most of it.At this time, he lowered his head and took a few more bites, and after finishing the remaining half, he leaned in front of Mei Shuyuan, peeled off the oil paper, and brought the intact sesame seed cake to his mouth.

"Have a bite?" Jiang Ling is happy to share good things with Mei Shuyuan, even if it's just a biscuit that can be seen everywhere.

Mei Shuyuan was a little moved.

Jiang Ling said again: "I have tasted it myself, I guarantee you like it." After saying a few words, Jiang Ling was not serious again, "You must like what I like, ahem, I like what you like, there is no doubt .”

When he was talking, Mei Shuyuan lowered his head slightly, biting one side of the biscuit.

"Hey, be careful, don't get the oil on your hair."

"Hmm." Mei Shuyuan raised her head, with something in her mouth, unable to speak.

Jiang Ling took a look and found that Mei Shuyuan's hair was not stained with oil, he thought he was still careful.After thinking about it, it's not right, if Mei Shuyuan's hair is stained with oil, I can use it as an excuse to wash his hair.

As for what can be done with a small spell, Jiang Ling completely ignored it.

While Jiang Ling was thinking, Mei Shuyuan had already swallowed what was in his mouth, and stared at the biscuit that he had bitten a gap in with a little surprise.

"Is it tasty?"

"I haven't eaten." Mei Shuyuan said after considering it.

"That means it's not tasty?"

Mei Shuyuan thought about the taste in his mouth, then shook his head slightly: "That's not it, it's just that I'm not used to it."

"Eat a few more and you'll be fine." Jiang Ling moved the oiled paper over again.

Mei Shuyuan caught it, thanked him, and took a very elegant bite.

Jiang Ling laughed: "The way you eat is the same as before, especially polite."

"Is it not good?"

"Okay, this is what I taught you, can it be okay?" Jiang Ling couldn't help but say a few more words, "At that time, the Jiang family was very powerful and had many rules. I had several teachers teaching me etiquette since I was a child, so I let you I also took it like this. As a result, I have become rude now, but you are still like this."

Jiang Ling sighed: "Time is really a butcher's knife."

After lamenting the years, Jiang Ling returned to his heartless look, grabbed Mei Shuyuan's hand holding the biscuit, and took a bite along the gap made by Mei Shuyuan, chewing, and made a "to Mei Shuyuan" Please eat" gesture.

"..."

"Mark." Jiang Ling said naturally, "It means that I don't dislike what you have eaten."

Mei Shuyuan: "..."

So childish.

Then Mei Shuyuan lowered his head, chuckled lightly, and ate his sesame seed cakes slowly.

The old man who had already wrapped the sesame seed cakes stared at the two with wide eyes, always feeling that the atmosphere between them was not right.

It took a long time to say: "You two young masters, your biscuits are ready."

"Ok."

"Young master, you should always stay at the inn. I'll send it to you. It's not easy to take so many things."

"It's all right." Jiang Ling glanced at the neat sesame seed cakes on the table, and pointed at Mei Shuyuan with his thumb, "Let me tell you, he will definitely like it."

Before the old man could speak, Jiang Ling swiped his hand, and the biscuits on the table disappeared without a trace, and he put them all in the storage bag.

The old man was dumbfounded.

Jiang Ling grabbed Mei Shuyuan's sleeve, and after walking a few steps, he turned around and said, "Master, your pancakes are really delicious, I will come to your place again next time."

"..."

The old man watched them leave, and murmured: "These two sons have a really good relationship, are they brothers? They don't look alike."

"Wait, son, son!" The old man shouted, "You have given too much money."

And Jiang Ling and the two have already arrived at the next destination - the noodle shop.

Jiang Ling pulled Mei Shuyuan to sit down, and shouted in a good mood: "Shopkeeper, here are two bowls of beef noodles."

"Guest officer, wait a moment."

"it is good."

Mei Shuyuan looked at Jiangling suspiciously: "Did you starve to death in the Hopeless Sea?" Then speculated, "Or food can replenish spiritual energy?"

"It's nothing, how can I be hungry at this level of cultivation?"

"then you?"

Jiang Ling raised the corners of his lips: "Naturally, he traveled and ate all over the world."

It's just that, while others eat one or two biscuits for a meal, dozens of biscuits in Jiangling count as one bite.

He is not afraid of being hungry, and naturally he is not afraid of holding on.

Two bowls of hot beef noodles were served, and Jiang Ling picked up a chopstick. The heat and aroma rose and spread to his eyebrows and eyes, making his gaze extraordinarily gentle and quiet.

"I've never taken you to eat or play with these things before."

Mei Shuyuan nodded: "No wonder it's so strange."

"Now..." Jiang Ling said lightly, "I'll take you through it all."

Time flies, things change.

But when they came to this step, thinking about it carefully, it seemed that nothing had changed, and everything was back to the beginning.

In the Wuxiu Pavilion of the Jiang family, the young master of the Jiang family pulled out the sword in the stone, and met the spotless sword spirit.

On the rocks of the Hopeless Sea, Jiangling, who has gone through thousands of sails, traveled through time and encountered a big devil who was not stained with blood.

Back then, Jiang Linchuan had resentment and hatred in his heart. Although he cared about that young man, it was more for himself, and the white paper was dyed black.He turned that teenager into a paranoid man.

Now, Jiang Ling has no resentment or hatred in his heart, only the beauty of the world, and he is willing to bring his big devil to experience it all.