Matchmaker system [Quick Transmigration]

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The system hit Jiang Ling's face with a page: "Host, the voice of your fiancé."

"...I know." Jiang Ling pushed the system away and looked in the direction of the voice.

The stars in the night cast a layer of cold brilliance, and the entire mountain range undulated like an ancient beast that has been coiled for a long time.But this cultivator's inn built in the mountains was dimly lit.

There is a bright lamp hanging under the corner of the eaves. The light is warm and yellow, illuminating the corner of the corridor in a clear and light manner.On the side of the corridor, many pots of spiritual flowers and grasses were planted, and the petals were delicately blooming. A young man wearing a white crane cloak stood at the end of the corridor, his eyes fell softly on this end.

When Jiang Ling looked back, he frowned.The eyebrows are smiling, softer than the moonlight.

"Mei Shuyuan." Jiang Ling called out.

The young man responded lightly, stepped forward, glanced over the two of them, and asked, "What were you... doing just now?"

As soon as these words came out, Ji Yu's eyes changed slightly.

Ji Yu had never met this person in her previous life, nor had she heard of the name Mei Shuyuan.But when this person came over, Ji Yu couldn't detect the other person's background at all, and could only be sure that the other person's cultivation level was more than a little higher than hers.

And such a person, but he met Lu Yixiu...

Ji Yu flipped through the pages and couldn't remember who this person was, so she crossed her arms, raised the corners of her lips, and showed a slightly flattering smile: "I happened to meet Yixiu, so I said a few words."

She took a step back: "Do you two know each other? Then I won't bother you. I have to go to the shopkeeper to get wine."

After saying that, he stepped past Jiang Ling and walked in the direction of Mei Shuyuan.

The system muttered in dissatisfaction: "Host, she is just like you when she lies, even her face doesn't change."

Jiang Ling couldn't help squinting at the system: "Are you praising me or hurting me?"

"Could it be that people who have been resurrected once have a thicker skin?" The system continued to mutter, "Speaking of which, the host has resurrected three times, right?"

Jiangling: ...

He felt that the system was hurting him.

In the midst of the system's nagging, Jiang Ling thought the matter was over and he should thank Mei Shuyuan for the timely rain later, when Ji Yu was walking by Mei Shuyuan.

"Are you a friend of Junior Sister Qing He?" A soft voice came from Ji Yu's side.

Ji Yu raised her head subconsciously.

In the evening, the mountain wind blew, and the tassels of the lanterns swayed, and a strand of hair hanging on the shoulders was also blown.Ji Yu saw the young man's slender and soft eyebrows.

"Are you friends?" Mei Shuyuan tilted her head and continued to ask, with an extremely gentle and friendly expression.

Ji Yu didn't know why, but felt a twitch between her eyebrows, and nodded subconsciously: "That's right."

Seemingly feeling inappropriate, she then added: "I know her."

"Is that so?"

Ji Yu stared at him closely.

Under her gaze, a rippling smile appeared between Mei Shuyuan's brows and eyes: "Since that's the case, why don't we have a drink together. I don't know any of Qinghe's friends yet."

"No need." Ji Yu immediately refused.

Mei Shuyuan said, "I brought wine, spirit wine brewed from ice lotus on the top of Kunlun."

The ice lotus on the top of Kunlun Mountain is not a member of the Kunlun Sect, so it is impossible to get it.Thinking of the movement just now, Ji Yu immediately understood the identity of this person.

This person is from Kunlun Sect!

Ji Yu emphasized her tone: "No, fellow daoist, save it and drink with Yixiu."

Then, I couldn't wait to enter the lobby.

In normal times, Ji Yu might not have avoided the Kunlun sect like this, but she snatched the Bright Light Orb from Jiang Ling not long ago, and the Bright Light Orb belonged to the Kunlun School.This made her feel a little guilty when facing the Kunlun Sect.

However, before she could take a few steps, she heard Xie Ange's voice.

"Snow lotus wine?" Xie Ange supported the pillars of the gazebo.His eyes lit up, and surprise appeared on his face, "Is it really made from the snow lotus on the top of Kunlun Mountain?"

"Naturally." Mei Shuyuan nodded.

With a wave of Xie Ange's hand, the empty wine jar on the jade round table was lifted by the gentle wind and moved to a corner, and then waved again, and the wine stains on it also disappeared completely.

"Yixiu." Xie Ange's eyes fell on Jiang Ling who was holding his hands together, "The scenery is very beautiful tonight, and there is good wine from fellow Daoist Mei. The few of us just met again, why don't we have a drink together?"

Then, he called again: "Miss Yu, what do you think?"

Finally, his eyes fell on Mei Shuyuan, and he said with a smile, "Friend Daoist, please."

Mei Shuyuan nodded.

He walked in front of Jiang Ling, the corners of his lips were raised, and his smile was a bit cute, Jiang Ling turned around, and he called out softly: "Junior Sister Qinghe."

After going back and forth like this twice, Jiang Ling shrugged towards him, and walked towards the pavilion.Mei Shuyuan followed behind him, not in a hurry, but with a bright smile.

Seeing the two of them stepping into the gazebo, Xie Ange got up and asked them to sit down, then waved to Ji Yu.

Ji Yu bit the corner of her lips, weighed in her heart for a moment, and had no choice but to turn back to the gazebo.

She wanted to leave, but she was even more afraid that Lu Yixiu would expose her identity as soon as she raised her foot.

Now in a dilemma, Ji Yu felt that she might as well pretend to be one or two.

When Ji Yu dawdled into the gazebo, the person whose identity she couldn't figure out put out five jars of fine wine in one go, and was bending over to remove the lid of the wine, talking to Xie Ange while removing it.

Both of them have a very gentle temperament, and they look like people with very good tempers.

When speaking, one speaks softly and the other smiles.I don't know what to say, it looks very speculative.

Mei Shuyuan's long green hair was woven into a loose long whip, and when she bent over, her hair fell to her chest.Jiang Ling, who was sitting on the side, grabbed a handful and shook it in his hands, causing Mei Shuyuan to look at him a few more times, with helpless eyes, but no sign of annoyance.

And this action, although not very intimate, is familiar enough.

Mei Shuyuan opened the wine jar, put the lid aside, Xie Ange took out a set of white jade wine glasses, and Mei Shuyuan filled the wine glasses one by one.

Following his movements, the mellow aroma of the wine filled the entire gazebo and scattered around.

Seemingly knowing what Xie Ange was thinking, Mei Shuyuan handed the first cup to Xie Ange, with warm eyes: "Have a taste?"

Xie Ange sniffed lightly. Under the mellow aroma of wine, there was a cool and delicate fragrance. At the first moment, it reminded people of the smell of ice and snow. After he took a sip, his eyes seemed to have a layer of starlight, and he was full of praise.

Ji Yu pushed away a chair, and when she was seated, she asked doubtfully, "Fellow Daoist Mei is a member of the Kunlun Sect? Why haven't I heard of this name before? With the cultivation of a fellow Daoist, it shouldn't be unknown. "

"I've been in seclusion for a long time, so there are few people who know me." Mei Shuyuan put away the empty wine jar, and raised her eyes slightly, "I also came out this time with the elder brother, and gained a lot of knowledge."

"Is Master Wufeng your elder brother?" Ji Yu grasped the point, her voice a little anxious.

"That's right." Mei Shuyuan nodded.

Xie Ange held the white jade wine glass and said with a smile, "It turns out that Fellow Daoist Mei is a disciple of the Kunlun suzerain."

"But I've never heard of your name." Ji Yu narrowed her eyes slightly.

This sentence was a little weird, Xie Ange heard something wrong, and immediately smoothed things over: "The suzerain of Kunlun has always been mysterious. If Fellow Daoist Mei has been living on the top of Kunlun Mountain, it is normal that the world does not know his name. It’s useless, cultivation base is the only thing that matters.”

"You've all heard his name." A lazy voice interrupted the conversation.Jiang Ling pointed to Mei Shuyuan beside him: "His Taoist name is Qinghe, which happens to be the same name as you, Xie Ange."

Then he glanced at Ji Yu: "You also know the Dao name."

There are only a few monks in the world who can have the title of "Xianjun".As for Xie Ange, as the male lead, he was given this title when he was born, because his status is really special.

His father is a powerful demon, and his mother is a fairy of immortality.With such an identity, when he was born, he appeared in different phases and was auspicious everywhere. Even the old guy of Tianzong immediately concluded that this child was the reincarnation of an immortal.

And Xie Ange lived up to everyone's expectations. He was a top-notch one since he was a child. In addition, he has a gentle temper and a noble character. Now, no one will dissatisfy with the word "Xianjun".

Unlike this proud son of heaven, Qinghe Xianjun was born as a secular mortal. He only set foot on the ladder of heaven when he was 14 years old.

That is to say, in terms of cultivation, he is more than one step behind Xie Ange, who grew up in Tiancaidibao.

When the two were 14 years old, the difference in cultivation could be described as worlds apart.

Up to now, the cultivation bases of the two are almost the same.

It can be said that both of them are amazingly talented and beautiful people, so they are called "Xianjun".

However, if you really want to use clear words to describe it, Xie Ange is the proud son of heaven who was born with a golden key in his mouth, and Mei Shuyuan is a devilish ghost who climbed to the sky step by step.

Xie Ange's face showed a look of surprise, and then he smiled and said: "Long-awaited, I didn't expect to see fellow Daoist Qinghe here."

Mei Shuyuan frowned: "I recognized Xianjun Shengyun at first sight."

"It's all fake names."

"That's right." Mei Shuyuan raised her hand, and handed a glass of fine wine to Singer Xie An, and poured a glass of fine wine for Jiangling Jiyu in turn.

Xie Ange was in a good mood at the moment.He picked up the wine glass, raised it towards several people, and then put it to his lips.

The rest of them followed suit one by one.

Ji Yu's expression was a little subtle and weird.

She didn't know who Mei Shuyuan was, but it was impossible for her not to know who Qinghe Xianjun was.What's more, not long ago, she used the words "Qinghe Immortal" to accuse Lu Yixiu of being "watery".

Ji Yu squinted her eyes: "No wonder Yixiu and fellow Taoist are so close."

"Miss Yu, what do you mean?" Xie Ange frowned.

"There is a marriage contract between the two of them." Ji Yu sneered, "Don't you know?"

Xie Ange naturally didn't believe it: "Miss Yu, don't talk nonsense about such nonsense."

"She's not wrong." Mei Shuyuan's voice was flat, but very clear to the ears of those present, "The teacher and the head of the Lu family have indeed arranged a marriage for us."

Under the candlelight, Jiang Ling dragged his chin and said nothing, not intending to refute at all.

Mei Shuyuan's clear green eyes are filled with spring breeze and green waves, gentle and cautious.

Only Xie Ange's fingers trembled slightly, almost spilling the wine, and his face was stunned.

"From the very beginning, I wanted to ask one thing." Mei Shuyuan tilted her head, a few strands of hair fell on her shoulders, "Did Fellow Daoist Sheng Yun get injured?"

"……Um."

"So that's how it is." Mei Shuyuan frowned, "No wonder the bright light pearl I gave to Qing He is in the hands of fellow Taoist."

This time, Ji Yu's face changed completely, and he accidentally knocked over the wine glass in front of him.

The wine was flowing, ticking and falling to the ground, the white jade cup rolled on the table several times, and slid down the stone table.

"boom--"

After a crackling sound, the wine glass shattered into pieces.