Matchmaker system [Quick Transmigration]

210 five

"Old Ancestor, are you going to play the last chess game?" Jiang Ling held Bai Zi in one hand, and rubbed his sore waist with the other hand as if nothing had happened, his voice was hoarse and lazy, "If you don't play, I will Just go back and lie down for a while, if you play, I will risk my life to accompany you through this game, and then go to the mountains and rivers with Shu Yuan... Jin Yi is coming back soon, I don't really want to see that child."

Jiang Ling and Mei Shuyuan had a rough night last night, entangled from the corridor to the bed, and only woke up after a long day today, feeling that their waists are going to be crippled.

"Zi-"

Another black seed was crushed into powder by the ancestors of the Jiang family and sprinkled from the withered fingers.

It has only been a stick of incense since the start of this game of chess, the ancestor of the Jiang family has already inadvertently kneaded seven or eight sunspots into powder, and the face of the old man is even more gloomy than the sunspots in his hand.

"You, you, you..." The ancestor read you three times, but he didn't know how to teach Jiang Ling.

"I played this game very well, and I have the upper hand." Jiang Ling blinked, "Old Ancestor, it's your turn."

The old ancestor pointed at Jiangling with trembling fingers: "Look at yourself, what do you look like now?! Are you still a descendant of my Jiang family, the former ruler of the Jiang family?"

When Jiang Ling woke up, he didn't even want to lift his fingers. The robe was put on by Mei Shuyuan. After putting on the clothes, Jiang Ling didn't bother to toss his hair, so he just put his hands together and tied a ponytail with a ribbon, but still There are scattered hairs hanging down from the side of the face, staying softly on the neck.

And there was a bit of satiation and laziness on his face. Based on the knowledge of his ancestors, how could he not know what they did last night?

It is precisely because of knowing that the ancestors feel out of breath.

"What's wrong with me like this? My clothes are neat and full of energy, without showing any trace." Jiang Ling gave him a faint look.

The old ancestor finally gave birth, and when he heard his words, he wanted to vomit blood: "You were once a strong man in my Jiang family, do you understand? You should be in a high position and have countless subordinates."

"I only need to alienate one person, and I don't need to have countless servants."

The old ancestor glared at him.

Jiang Ling's eyes stayed on the chess table, and he dropped a piece lightly, as if he just found a place to land at random: "Besides, is up and down so important? As long as the opponent is someone you like, no will be fine."

What the ancestors said about "Yuxia countless" is naturally a serious and serious Yuxia, but it is not the same when it comes to Jiangling, and it is a bit ambiguous and ambiguous for no reason.The old ancestor just thought this sentence was weird at first, but after thinking about it for a while, he figured out the "true meaning". He was simply stunned by the face of this unworthy descendant.

With a trembling hand, a sunspot landed on the board.

The old ancestor didn't care about the position of the chess piece, the corner of his mouth twitched: "You deliberately twisted my meaning! I..."

The words that came to his lips were swallowed forcefully, because the ancestor saw Mei Shuyuan coming in with a mahogany plate.

On the mahogany is a pot of steaming tea and a few sliced ​​spirit fruits on jade plates.

Mei Shuyuan poured tea for the two, placed the fruit plate beside the two, and then sat down beside Jiang Ling.

Ever since Mei Shuyuan came in, the ancestors of the Jiang family have been scrutinizing him with critical eyes, refusing to let go of any subtle expression or movement.

However, Mei Shuyuan's demeanor is leisurely and gentle, and when making tea, her movements are elegant and neat... Even if the ancestors of the Jiang family wanted to find fault with their eggs, they couldn't do it for a while.

He had to admit that the current Mei Shuyuan was much different from the sword spirit boy he remembered.If the sword spirit youth back then was a piece of unstained jade, the current Mei Shuyuan has been polished to the point of stunning enough.

When sitting with his unworthy descendant, they are like jasper and pearls, complementing each other.

Thinking about it, the ancestor took a sip of the tea, and the fragrance spread on his lips and teeth, which had a special charm.

Hmm...the tea is also very good.

The old ancestor has lived for so long, there is no one in a million who can be regarded as a good one by him.

But no matter how outstanding Mei Shuyuan is, thinking about his relationship with Jiang Ling, the ancestors feel a deep pain in the ass.

"This spirit fruit is quite delicious." Jiang Ling praised casually.

"I picked it this morning." Mei Shuyuan handed the white jade cup to Jiangling, looking at Jiangling with a shy and gentle look, and said in a clear voice, "Your throat is uncomfortable, drink Kou Ling tea first."

"How can you be so delicate." Although Jiang Ling said so, he still took a sip of weak tea.The light and sweet taste passed over the tip of the tongue, and the throat was moistened by the tea, which was indeed a bit more comfortable.

He didn't think there was any major problem with his voice, but his voice was indeed not right today.Every time he opened his mouth, the ancestors would "Ling Chi" him with eyes that hated iron and steel.

"How long do you plan to play this game of chess?"

"It will be over soon." Jiang Ling glanced at the chess game lightly, "The old man is a stinky chess player, and today he is in a trance. The game of chess was messed up. If he hadn't given him face, he would have killed him long ago."

Old Ancestor: "..."

This unworthy descendant said this in front of him, did he give him face? !

"Yeah." Mei Shuyuan nodded, lowering her eyelids slightly, her gaze drifted past Jiang Ling's hands rubbing her back.

Jiang Ling's back hurts, and the culprit of Jiang Ling's back pain is himself...

Mei Shuyuan pursed the corners of her lips, and put her hand on the back of Jiang Ling's hand.His movements were very gentle, and his words were a bit too cautious, "A Ling, I will rub it for you, you can play chess with peace of mind."

Jiang Ling was slightly startled, turned around in embarrassment, and replied in a normal tone as much as possible: "Okay."

Mei Shuyuan's fingertips were soft, and her palms were long and strong. When her fingers rubbed the acupuncture points on her waist, cool and refreshing spiritual power poured into the Jiangling meridians, soothing the soreness and weakness in her waist.

Xu Shi felt comfortable, and Jiang Ling let out a long sigh of relief.

"Bang!" The old ancestor couldn't bear it anymore, dropped the teacup in his hand, stood up with a whoosh, waved his sleeves and left, intending to keep out of sight.

"Wait!" Jiang Ling asked to keep him.

The old ancestor turned back aggressively, opened his mouth and reprimanded: "If you still want face, sit up straight for me. From now on, you are not allowed to get closer than three feet in front of outsiders."

Jiang Ling was surprised: "Old Ancestor, I didn't intend to admit my mistake to you. Of course, I was also right."

"You..." The old ancestor was furious, "Do you plan to wear red makeup in the future and marry him?"

With a finger pointing, he was pointing at Mei Shuyuan.

Mei Shuyuan lowered her eyes and blushed in her ears.

Jiang Ling immediately retorted: "Why should I marry him and not him marry me? There are many virtuous and capable granddaughter-in-laws, why are you unhappy?"

The ancestor of the Jiang family felt that he could not communicate with Jiang Ling, so he sneered, and just as he raised his leg, he heard Jiang Ling's voice again.

"If you want to leave, at least wait until I finish the last one." Jiang Ling turned a blind eye to the old ancestor's annoyance, and casually twisted one.

The fingers are white and slender, and when they lightly touch the white jade chess piece, they are extraordinarily delicate.However, when he landed, he swept away his previous leisurely attitude, carrying a bit of arrogance, as if he was standing on the top of all living beings, and his every move could change the situation of the world.

When the chess pieces fall, the world is settled.

Jiang Ling raised his eyes and looked at his ancestor with a smile: "You lost this game of chess."

The old ancestor looked at the chess game, his face changed, his eyes flickered.

What shocked him was not the outcome of the chess game, but Jiang Ling's momentum at that moment.

The ancestor can be very sure that the person in front of him is Jiang Linchuan, and he will not admit his mistake.

But Jiangling has changed a lot after all, the biggest difference is that Jiangling does not have Jiang Linchuan's indifference and madness of taking the world as a chessboard and all living beings as ants, and is more relieved and free and easy.

But just at that moment, the ancestor seemed to see the former Jiang Linchuan again.

The madness and indifference dissipated, only the calmness of a truly strong man was deeply rooted in his bones and blood, and his strength of character was outstanding.

Jiang Linchuan is the best of all his descendants, but unfortunately the more amazing and brilliant he is, the less willing he is to put on the shackles, the less he can keep...

The ancestor of the Jiang family rubbed his temples, sighed again, and sat down on the round chair as if he had lost all energy.

"Old Ancestor, a game of chess is over, I should go."

"Where are you going? Play a real game of chess with me, and I'll let you go."

Jiang Ling raised his eyebrows: "Old Ancestor, you are so young that you are playing tricks?"

"Can't you come down?" The ancestor was very tough.

Jiang Ling: "..."

"Afraid of you?" Jiang Ling pushed the chess box to Mei Shuyuan's hand, resting his arm on his shoulder, "Shuyuan, you come, I'll rest. Don't give me face, abuse him."

"He can play chess?"

"Naturally." Jiang Ling looked at the old ancestor with sympathy, "You will know later."

Mei Shuyuan is not just the sword spirit boy back then, but also a young national teacher, alien messenger, Qinghe fairy king, demon king of the demon realm, elf priest...

In short, Jiang Ling had never seen anything that Mei Shuyuan couldn't handle.By Jiang Ling's side, Mei Shuyuan just didn't want to steal his limelight.

The old ancestor pursed his lips, his face full of disbelief.

Mei Shuyuan took the chess box and smiled slightly: "Old Ancestor, please."

The ancestor's distant eyes towards Shangmei were clear, soft and distant.

This person is currently the most important person in Jiangling, the ancestor snorted coldly in his heart, and decided to kill him on the chessboard.

In less than a stick of incense, the ancestors of the Jiang family were "killed" with piss on their buttocks and their face was dull.

Jiang Ling was very heartless, rolling on the ground laughing.

When Jiang Ling and Mei Shuyuan stepped out of the Wuxiu Pavilion, the ancestor of the Jiang family was still studying the game of chess holding his broken heart.

After leaving Luohe County, Jiangling went to Xuling.

After Jiang Linchuan's death, the Jiang family completely withdrew from Xu Ling. Now Xu Ling is ruled by several families and sects, fighting endlessly.

Jiang Ling had no intention of participating, so he and Mei Shuyuan stood on the steep stone wall, admiring the red maples.

The red maple still covers the entire Xuling, and when the wind blows over, layers upon layers are like flowing flames.

Jiang Ling watched for a while, then left without leaving any trace in Xu Ling.

Jiang Ling said that he would accompany Mei Shuyuan to travel all over the mountains and rivers, even though Mei Shuyuan remembered everything in advance, this promise is still undiminished.

They went to Zhongling Mountain in the far north and buried a jar of wine on the top of the snow mountain.Thinking that one day, a destined person digs through the snow and finds this altar of peach blossom wine from a water town in the south of the Yangtze River.

I went to the Evil Jiaotan in the marsh for a day trip, and after repairing the hair of the evil dragon, I sent the little girl captured by the Evil Jiao back home.

The plague raged in Anyang City, and the two stayed in Anyang City for half a month. Jiang Ling pretended to be a miracle doctor, and Mei Shuyuan cooperated with Jiang Ling to call himself a "half immortal" and acted as a magic wand.The magic stick crosses people, and the genius doctor helps the world. The two solved the plague in Anyang City before they left.

When passing Tianlanzong, Jiangling heard that the Tianjian Forest was born, thinking that Mei Shuyuan was also the "Sword Ancestor" after all, so he sneaked in for a walk, and on this trip, he ran into the strange thing called Wentian Sword Master.

Sword Master Wentian didn't recognize Mei Shuyuan who had turned into a human body. After two days of swordplay, Sword Master Wentian immediately regarded Mei Shuyuan as a bosom friend and agreed to go to Yaoxiantai to fight in half a year.

Of course, Jiang Ling couldn't let Mei Shuyuan go to the appointment, he wasn't stupid, he could secretly ask Mei Shuyuan to have a few fights with Wentian Sword Master, if he went to Yaoxiantai and was exposed in front of everyone, he might reveal his identity.So, Jiang Ling abducted Mei Shuyuan and ran away that night.

Afterwards, the two went to Mengchuan to watch the dark night under the moon.

Passing Panshan, he wiped out a bunch of bandits.

Saved a mortal princess who married and got married...

……

Tour the mountains and rivers all the way, do whatever you want.

There are countless wonders in the world, and only when there are people around you can you experience the leisurely fun.

There is peace in the heart when there is a confidant to share the love and hatred with each other.

Until one day, when the two of Jiang Ling were standing by the street, looking at the sedan chairs passing by with drums and gongs, Jiang Ling said, "Let's go back to Wuwanghai."

Mei Shuyuan didn't ask why, but just answered yes.

The two immediately set off and returned to the original sea area.

Over the course of a year, Wuwanghai has not changed, it is still dark clouds, and resentment is entrenched, but the state of mind of the two is completely different from that of a year ago.

Jiang Ling had previously avoided the Nine Nether Killing Formation, but this time he directly dragged Mei Shuyuan into the formation.

Mei Shuyuan stopped in front of the ice coffin and unfolded the picture scroll on the ice coffin.The picture scroll was drawn by Jiang Jinyi, and he also left it here - as Jiang Linchuan's funeral.

Jiang Ling stroked the scales on Huo Qilin's corpse, thinking of his elder and friend.

"When I was Qinghe Xianjun, when I saw this painting, I thought it should be mine."

"This painting was originally given to you by Miss Mu Xiang, so of course it is yours."

"...It's not just for this reason."

"Huh?" Jiang Ling turned his head and saw the person standing on the frost.

Mei Shuyuan seemed to be looking at Jiangling all the time, with a gentle smile in her blue eyes, the smile gradually widened and overflowed from the corners of her brows and eyes.

He said: "I think the person on the painting should also be mine."

Jiang Ling: "..." He felt that he was teased.

Mei Shuyuan carefully put away the scroll and put it in his arms. When he walked to Jiang Ling's side, he bent down: "A Ling, do you want to be a little angry?"

"I really want to." Jiang Ling took out an orange-red scale armor from the storage bag, and put it on the body of Huo Qilin, "I picked up this scale armor in the secret realm, and I thought it was destined, so I kept it away. .”

"There is... a little fire attached to it?" Mei Shuyuan showed surprise.

"Yeah." Jiang Ling chuckled, "The fire unicorn is a divine beast. As long as there is a soul, there is a chance of being reborn. I asked the system, and the system said that as long as I send the soul to the corpse, Xiao Huo will be able to do it ten thousand years later." Rebirth."

"Rebirth is not easy."

"Yes, so there is a premise for all this." Jiang Ling said, "Quickly ask me".

Mei Shuyuan gave him face and asked seriously: "What's the premise?"

Jiang Ling bent his lips, smiling brightly and proudly: "I've got you covered."

"?"

Jiang Ling raised his voice a little: "As long as I can handle you, the system will guarantee that Xiaohuo can be reborn." With his fingers touching Mei Shuyuan's lock of long hair, Jiang Ling raised his chin and asked, "Have I got you covered yet?"

"nailed it."

Mei Shuyuan pressed a kiss on the corner of Jiangling's lips.

After leaving the Nine Nether Killing Formation, the two returned to the first rock, leaning shoulder to shoulder, holding hands, their crow-feathered long hair tangled together by the wind.

Jiang Ling raised his head, his eyes were blurred by the moonlight.

Mei Shuyuan bowed her head, under her slender eyelashes, her green eyes were like a warm spring day.

"Shuyuan, when I saw the bridal sedan chair in Changlin, I suddenly thought of something." Jiang Ling tilted his head and leaned on Mei Shuyuan's shoulder, "We have never paid a full visit to the church."

"I held you in my arms and worshiped."

"But, at that time I..." died...

Jiang Ling paused, feeling that talking about the past was meaningless, so he smiled and said: "I will make it up, and I will definitely not wrong you."

"Well, then I'll wait."

The two sides were silent for a while, Jiang Ling's voice was very soft, barely audible: "Stay away, I'm leaving here."

Mei Shuyuan heard it, and her eyelashes trembled: "...you don't belong here, you have to leave sooner or later."

Jiang Ling's heart sank slightly, and he firmly held Mei Shuyuan's hand: "I'm not going to leave you, I just want to find you." After finding Mei Shuyuan ten thousand years later.

"..."

"I said, no matter what, I will find you."

"I know." Mei Shuyuan tilted her head.

At this time, Jiang Ling finally saw the expression on Mei Shuyuan's face, it was the gentleness that belonged to Jiang Ling alone: ​​"I will wait for you."

Jiang Ling couldn't help being moved.

"If you come to me, I will wait for you. This is an agreement."

Jiang Ling closed his eyes, covering all his reluctance, and a smile appeared on the corner of his lips: "Okay, we have made an agreement."

"Wait for me, I'm going to find you in my wedding dress."

One night passed, and when the blood moon disappeared from the sea, there was only one person left on the reef.

Mei Shuyuan's posture has not changed, Wen Yu seems to have slightly closed her fingertips, as if she is still holding someone's hand.That person's hand is as warm as jade, more important than the sun, moon and stars, mountains and rivers, and even more memorable.

His eyelashes were stained with clear dew, and when he opened his eyes, the corners of his eyes were stained with water color and streamer.

Thousands of years passed by suddenly.

In the deepest and darkest place of Guixu, the person trapped by thousands of chains opened his eyes.

The green eyes have carried the years and years, and they are cold and cold.

The next moment, all the chains were reduced to powder, and the demon who had destroyed everything stepped into the world again.

When Jiang Ling woke up, a milk doll wearing a red bellyband wanted to throw himself into his arms, and the familiar voice of a rough man came to his ears: "Host!!!"

"System? Xiaohong?" Jiang Ling hesitated while holding the fist-sized milk doll.

"It's me, it's me, host, I miss you so much."

"..."

This broken voice allowed Jiang Ling to confirm the identity of the milk baby, and also made Jiang Ling look delicate.

"Host, you have completed the task, so I can transform into a human form, and I will follow you forever..."

The little baby excitedly made "noise" in Jiang Ling's ears, and Jiang Ling sealed the milk baby's mouth with magic, and the world finally became quiet.

Holding the struggling Xiao Hong, Jiang Ling found a bright red unicorn egg in the fire unicorn's corpse.

The unicorn egg trembled violently, and the snowflakes covering the egg rustled down. There was a sound of "cracking" and "cracking", and the eggshell cracked countless cracks. A young unicorn staggered forward, rubbing Rubbed Jiangling's clothes.

"Little guy, you will be called Xiaohuo from now on."

When Jiang Ling gently hugged the little unicorn, he heard that ethereal voice again.

"congratulations."

"I have tried countless methods to stop him or kill him, but they all failed."

"The only one who can stop him is you."

"I think even if you want to stop him, it will be difficult. The safest way is to kill him."

"But I just discovered that you can easily stop him."

"Or, your existence is everything to him."

Jiang Ling never looked back, but just adjusted his arms a little, so that the little unicorn and the baby could stay in his arms more comfortably.

The sky wind blew his long-haired robe, as if riding the wind to go home, he said lightly: "Have you finished?"

"..."

When leaving here, Jiang Ling left his last words: "I will go to the Realm of Return to the Ruins to pick him up, and then I will make up for the mistakes of the past together with him."

Jiang Ling put on a red wedding dress and walked around the world, looking for the slightest opportunity to step into the realm of returning to the ruins.

He is frank, free and easy, never caring about anyone's eyes or gossip. Occasionally, he would help out when encountering some injustice. After solving everything, he left gracefully, gradually leaving behind many legends.

When walking with others, someone asked him curiously: Do you want to see all the wonders of the world after traveling through the three thousand worlds?

He smiled and said, "What's the point of traveling alone? When I get back my sweetheart, I'll watch it with him."

After searching for half a year, Jiang Ling sensed a trace of Guixu, so he stayed in a small town.

Although the town is small, it is prosperous and peaceful, and it is very lively at night. Every household will hang a long lamp at the door, and it will not go out until late at night.

Pedestrians walk hand in hand, and there are vendors selling all kinds of interesting things in the streets and alleys.

Jiang Ling stayed in an inn, the inn had two floors, clean and tidy, Jiang Ling lived on the second floor.

After nightfall, he sat in the lobby by the window, ordered a jug of spirits, and a few plates of crispy and sweet pastries.

He was wearing a red wedding dress with exquisite embroidery patterns, and his long green hair was tied up with a golden hairpin, but he didn't have the slightest femininity, on the contrary, he looked more elegant and elegant.

The fist-sized milk doll was holding a piece of pastry and nibbling on Zheng Huan, while the little Qilin nestled in Jiang Ling's arms, sleeping soundly.

From time to time, Jiang Ling took a sip of his wine, or took a bite of pastry.

The pear-wood window is open, and the cool night breeze penetrates in, blowing away the smell of alcohol in the hair.

The milk doll may have had enough to eat, so she finally had the time to care about her host: "Host, this place is full of mortals, not a single monk, are you sure there is an entrance to the ruins here?"

Jiang Ling was a little drunk, and didn't bother to deal with the system that turned into a milk doll.

The milk doll chattered endlessly: "Instead of trying our luck to find the entrance of Guixu, we should go to the end of the East China Sea and guard there. Every hundred years, the tide of the East China Sea will flood into Guixu. At that time, you can use the sea water to enter Guixu. It's..."

Jiang Ling naturally knew about it, but it would take decades for the seawater to pour into Guixu, and Jiang Ling didn't want to let Mei Shuyuan wait for decades.

Suddenly, the wind brought the sound of sea waves.

The milk doll was too noisy, the rough man's voice covered the sound of the waves, Jiang Ling put the milk doll into the wine glass in a panic, and looked out the window looking for the faint sound of waves.

In the dimly lit place, Jiang Ling saw a very familiar person.

The figure of that person remained the same, his soft brows and eyes were condensed with all kinds of elegance, and his blue eyes were a little deserted and quiet.

Counting the time, he has been sleeping in Guixu for ten thousand years.And the first thing he did when he woke up was to leave the empty ruins and come to the place closest to Jiangling.

Jiang Ling's lips trembled slightly: Alienation...

The call like a sigh was blown away by the cold wind, but Mei Shuyuan looked up and saw Jiangling in a red wedding dress.

Ten thousand years later, none of them missed their appointment.

Jiang Ling tilted his head and smiled at Mei Shuyuan.

The thumb rests on the lip, and draws an arc along the lip line.

This is a small secret signal between the two, silently telling Shuyuan: Smile...

Mei Shuyuan frowned and smiled.