Matchmaker system [Quick Transmigration]

210 two

"Jiang, Patriarch Jiang..." The owner of the hall was trembling.

When the Jiang family was at its most prosperous, the owner of the pavilion worked as a handyman on the outskirts of the Jiang family, and once met the head of the Jiang family from a distance.

At that time, the young man obviously hadn't cultivated into a demon yet, but the evil pressure inadvertently revealed in his eyebrows and eyes made the museum owner terrified.

When I came back to my senses, I was already sweating profusely.

He was obviously not the only one who had this idea, and the handyman beside him didn't even dare to raise his head.

That's all for the handyman, the entire Jiang family, whether it's the young and energetic young man, or the deep-minded elders in Fucheng... When Jiang Linchuan's eyes glanced over, they would subconsciously avoid them, and no one dared to say a word.

He had heard many legends, true and false, and he always understood that the head of the Jiang family was not a simple one, but after taking a glance at him from afar, only awe and horror remained in his heart.

Even later, when the things Jiang Linchuan had done were made public, he was not surprised at all, and even took it for granted.

Then suddenly, it turned out that Jiang Linchuan's depressing aura was - madness.

Can a person who is extremely intelligent, cultivated, and powerful, but has a crazy mind, not be scary?

And the moment he saw the person stepping on his chest clearly, the three words "Jiang Linchuan" appeared in the owner's mind.

After all, 20 years have passed, and the memory is a little fuzzy. At a quick glance back then, the owner of the museum can no longer remember what Jiang Linchuan really looked like.

But with the smile on Jiang Ling's lips, the figure at that glance 20 years ago overlapped with the face of the person in front of him.

The same eyebrows, the same demeanor, and even the flowing elegance of the gestures.The only difference is that Jiang Linchuan was depressed, crazy and empty back then, but the person in front of him was a little more chic and free from everything.

This person is Jiang Linchuan, there is no need to confirm it.

But, hadn't he already died on the sea of ​​hopelessness, and disappeared in ashes?

The owner of the museum was cold all over, wishing to go back to a quarter of an hour ago and slap himself a few big ears.

"My lord, little one, little one..."

Jiang Ling casually stepped on the "meat cushion", seeing the owner's bruised face and not daring to move, he walked to the round chair, sat down slowly, and looked at the owner with a smile that was not a smile.

"You plan to talk to me like this?" Jiang Ling asked lightly.

The owner of the museum trembled and woke up instantly. He quickly got up and knelt on the sawdust obediently, even ignoring the pain of the sawdust stabbing his knee.

Jiang Ling just smiled and said nothing.

Sweat dripped from the owner's forehead, seeing his silly nephew still standing there blankly, he gave him a wink: "You bastard, what are you doing standing there?"

"Ah? Second Uncle, why... ah!"

The host was very knowledgeable about current affairs, and kicked the tall and strong man's calf so hard that his nephew screamed and fell to his knees.

"Kneel upright, don't talk." The owner lowered his voice, full of warning and eagerness.

The tall and strong man still listened to him, he lowered his head and did not move.

However, after Jiang Ling adjusted a comfortable sitting position, he ignored the two of them.He turned his head sideways, faced the shadow of the corner with a smile, and stretched out his white and slender hands: "Am I handsome and good-looking just now?"

The candles in the house flickered, and the light was a little dim.

The owner of the hall heard Qingqian's footsteps, and looked in the direction of Jiangling, and saw a corner of the Taoist robe with scattered light.

The man stepped out of the light and shadow, his face was delicate and gentle, but he seemed to be isolated from the world.

It wasn't until he lowered his eyes and lightly held Jiang Ling's fingers that the owner felt that he was real.

"It's beautiful." Mei Shuyuan thought for a while, then bent her lips and replied.

Jiang Ling's mood became joyful, and Qing Lang laughed.

The atmosphere between the two was warm and ambiguous. For a moment, the owner forgot even his fear, and his expression became extremely weird and subtle.

At this moment, the museum owner heard Jiang Ling's voice: "How do you think I should deal with the two of them?"

The owner of the museum looked at Mei Shuyuan expectantly. He felt that this man was not as fierce and invincible as the head of the Jiang family, and even made people feel like a spring breeze.

As for whether Jiang Linchuan will soften his heart?

The curator didn't even dare to think about it.

"Aren't you going to kill him?" Mei Shuyuan's voice was full of doubts, "You let him go at the door of the old man earlier, didn't you just want to find out who was behind the scenes, so as to prevent future troubles?"

"That's right." Jiang Ling nodded.

The owner of the museum was shocked, his whole body was icy cold, and he completely lost all messy thoughts.He gritted his teeth, his eyes flashed fiercely, and he raised his hand and slapped it to the side.

"boom!"

"what--"

The tall and strong man was shot flying. The first sound was the sound of him knocking down the screen and sticking it against the wall, and the second sound was the scream of him lying on the ground.A mouthful of blood spilled from his throat, and for a while, he couldn't even utter a word.

Mei Shuyuan glanced at him: "This slap is not light, he was hurt more than your old man's husband."

Jiang Ling said unhurriedly: "Sister Ruosu was frightened."

The tall and strong man rubbed his chest, finally opened his mouth, and called out pitifully, "Second Uncle, we still have hope if we fight hard..."

"Shut up." The owner of the museum scolded, and slapped it away with a volley.

The tall and strong man had long been dazed by all the changes. He didn't know why his second uncle was so frightened. He even shot at him. He just opened his mouth subconsciously, but before he could finish his sentence, he was knocked down by the fierce palm wind.

This time lying on the ground, motionless, only breathed.

"I'm afraid his cultivation is completely useless." Mei Shuyuan shook his head.

Jiang Ling propped his chin on the back of his hand, and said with a sneer: "I am a person, no matter whether it is repaying favor or revenge, I will repay double."

The owner's eyes were red, he looked at his palm, and then at his nephew who was covered in blood, his expression was flickering, showing a bit of ferocity and intolerance.Following Jiang Ling's words, he frowned, raised his hand and slapped his chest.

This palm was heavy enough that the owner's entire body was trembling.

"Wow." A mouthful of blood spurted out, the owner's shoulders drooped, his back was bent, his face darkened a few degrees, and he lowered his head respectfully: "My little one is willing to swear that the Nie Family Academy will protect the two girls and their relatives. Those who spared the little life."

"Are you sure?" Jiang Ling didn't really look at the owner until now.

"I'm sure." The owner pulled the corners of his lips, his voice hoarse, "I will do my best, and I dare not be negligent."

"..."

Jiang Ling paused, half leaned on the round chair, and smiled softly: "That's how it is."

The owner of the museum knew that Jiang Ling was willing to spare his life, so he heaved a long sigh of relief.

Jiang Ling got up leisurely, pulled Mei Shuyuan away, and when he passed by the owner of the pavilion, he stopped: "Don't blame me in your heart, if you don't want to be greedy, you won't be where you are today. If you live to your age, you should It is only right to be clear about the words "eat the consequences of oneself."

"If I hadn't been alive, and if I hadn't come in time, those two elder sisters who took care of me since childhood would have died at your hands, and maybe many innocent people would have been implicated." Jiang Ling pointed, and a pill Flying out, it fell into the blood-stained palm of the curator, "This is medicine for your nephew."

"Thank you."

"I hope you will keep your promise." After leaving behind a spell, Jiang Ling pushed open the door and walked out in an aboveboard manner.

The curator staggered towards his unconscious nephew and fed him the elixir.It wasn't until the nephew's breathing became stable that he remembered one thing.

In fact, the head of the Jiang family is not unapproachable, nor is he always alone.

When his blood relatives shunned him, there was always a delicate young man by his side.

That young man will show a smile in front of him, like dewdrops on lotus leaves, crystal clear and free from dust.

It was dusk when Jiang Ling and the two chased after that tall and strong man, but now it is late at night.

A round of bright moon hangs high in the sky, and the half-face of Qinghui falls on the world.

The two of Jiang Ling walked against the wind and walked towards the small courtyard under the moonlight, chatting occasionally, what Jiang Ling and Mei Shuyuan said was what happened tonight: "We cooperate really well, we are a natural pair."

Mei smiled distantly and nodded.

"Is it a surprise that I spared their lives?"

"A bit."

"I was so persecuted just now, the owner of the Nie family should kill his nephew to apologize to me, but he didn't. Obviously he still has some affection for his nephew."

"It's not a big traitor, so you don't kill him?"

"Yeah." Jiang Ling frowned, "I'm not a lunatic, I don't need to cut it off, I can keep it to do things for me, I can't reveal my identity, and I can't stay for a long time, why don't I find a few suitable people to take care of me. Their cultivation base It’s not too low, and you can basically deal with anything you encounter. Since it happened to hit me, it’s useless not to do it.”

The two stopped in the courtyard, and the two of An Zhi planted many fruit trees in the backyard. The fruit trees had lush branches and leaves, leaving whirling shadows on the floor.

Mei Shuyuan grasped the key point in Jiang Ling's words: "Can't you stay for long?"

Jiang Ling gasped for breath, turned his head slowly, and stared at Mei Shuyuan's face closely, as if he wanted to engrave it in his heart.

"Where are you going?" Mei Shuyuan quietly hooked his finger.

Jiang Ling generously shook his hand and interlocked his fingers: "Didn't I promise you to accompany you all over the mountains and rivers?"

He raised his head, and the clear moonlight fell in Jiang Ling's eyes, softening the years, and he said as if promising: "No matter what, I will always find you."

The two went up the stairs, along the corridor, and stopped outside a bedroom.

The window lattice was half open, and the oil lamp was lit inside the room. The warm yellow light penetrated a thin layer of white paper and smudged the floor.

Jiang Ling then looked inside.

A man was lying on the bed, seemingly in a coma, Ruosu wrung out the veil and carefully wiped the cold sweat off his forehead.On the face is the concern that can only be found when facing someone who is really happy and caring.

An Zhi walked up and down the room, turning circle after circle.

"Anzhi, let's not go out these days, we can hide as much as we can." Ruosu sighed wearily.

"Why?" An Zhi was unconvinced, "Are we just going to be bullied? I can't bear it."

"What can we do?"

"I..." An Zhi stomped his feet and complained in a low voice, "If the young master is here, who would dare to attack us?"

"..." Ruosu smiled wryly.

An Zhi turned around and clenched his hands into fists: "Sister Ruosu, don't worry too much, I'm about to break through, and when I break through to this level, they won't be able to do anything to us."

"Don't do stupid things! If you are not fully prepared, don't rush to retreat and break through. Forcibly breaking through will only pay off. If something happens to you..."

"How can I be so delicate?"

"listen to me."

Anzhi didn't answer, obviously not listening.

Jiang Ling looked at the silhouette on the window, put several bottles of pills on the window sill, and knocked on the wooden frame three times.

"Who?" An Zhi yelled, and stabbed with his sword, but it only split a gust of cool wind.

She was worried, and checked around, and saw the porcelain vase on the window.

The styles and patterns of the porcelain vases are very familiar. They were drawn by Ruosu himself a long time ago for Jiang Linchuan, a young master.

The two of them bought many pill bottles for Jiang Linchuan.

"What's wrong?" Ruosu's voice came from behind.

An Zhi picked up the porcelain vase with a blank face, looked carefully, and saw the Jiang family's seal on the bottom of the vase.

An Zhi looked at it for a long time, and his eye circles suddenly turned red.