Matchmaker system [Quick Transmigration]

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Jiang Ling's gaze was completely attracted by that place, and he walked towards it without even caring about Mei Shu who was beside him.

"What's wrong?" Mei Shuyuan asked.

"Go over there and have a look." Jiang Ling didn't turn his head.

Mei Shuyuan followed Jiang Ling's line of sight.

Spiritual swords form forests, and dragon claws bloom in full bloom.

His eyes widened slightly, as if seeing something extremely terrifying, he took a step back.Then he came back to his senses, a slight look of doubt flashed in his eyes, seeing Jiang Ling walking inside, he stepped up to follow.

As we got closer, we realized that each spirit sword was different.Some of them were covered with spots of rust, some were stained with black blood, some were covered with potholes, some were broken, and some were even broken into pieces.

When Jiang Ling stepped into the range of the spirit swords, all the spirit swords became restless, and their murderous intent aimed at the intruder, as if they were about to cut Jiang Ling into pieces at any time.

"Om - hum -"

Jiang Ling stepped forward as if he had never heard of it.

A river of killing intent swirled in the air, the blade of the spirit sword trembled, aiming the blade at Jiangling, and it was about to be unsheathed.

"Om-"

Jiang Ling raised his steps, like walking in a garden.Mei Shuyuan stepped forward and stepped into the sword forest.

The spirit sword couldn't hold back, it was eager to try, at this moment, as if being suppressed by something, the sword body trembled for a while, and finally returned to calm, as if nothing had happened.

Jiang Ling bypassed sharp blades one after another, and finally saw clearly what was wrapped in densely packed spirit swords.

It was a piece of profound ice that would not melt for thousands of years, and even the ice and snow that filled the sky here evolved from this piece of profound ice.Ten or so inserted the spirit sword into the Xuanbing, nailing the Xuanbing to this land.

"There is something in Xuanbing..." the system exclaimed.

Jiang Ling didn't respond, he took the last step, looked down from above, and finally saw clearly the "thing" frozen by Xuanbing.

"The sword array here seems to be aimed at the things in Xuanbing, right? What the hell is it that requires such a big battle... Ah——" The muttering scriptures stopped on Jiang Ling's shoulder, and they went down together with Jiang Ling When I looked at it, I couldn't help screaming.

It was originally an ugly and rough man's voice, but such a scream made it even more ear-piercing.

However, Jiang Ling didn't have time to pay attention to the system, his vision was completely taken away by the "things" in the black ice, and he even held his breath involuntarily.

Among the Xuanbing is a person, a very young man in a brocade robe.

The man's face was extremely delicate and good-looking, with slightly raised eyebrows, a straight nose, and slightly affectionate lips.Even with his eyes closed, he could still imagine how wanton and thrilling he was when he opened them.

The spirit sword pierced through the black ice, nailing the man's hands, feet, and chest to death. One of the spirit swords passed through the man's eyebrows and was nailed into the soil.

"The joke is too big." Jiang Ling couldn't help muttering.

The system remained in a panic state, motionless.

Jiang Ling looked away, his eyes fell on the system, and asked in a very, very low, very, very cautious voice: "Could this person be my ancestor?"

"..."

The system was awakened by Jiang Ling's voice.

Jiang Ling said again: "Otherwise, why is this... corpse so similar to my original appearance?"

"I do not know either."

"Is there really such a coincidence in this world?" Jiang Ling emphasized, "There is no blood relationship, and it happened to be found by me?"

"...Maybe there really is such a coincidence?" The system replied weakly.

Jiang Ling sneered: "Then I'm really lucky..."

"..." The system couldn't answer Jiang Ling's question and began to play dead.

Jiang Ling lowered his head and looked at the corpse in Xuan Bing again, still feeling very incredible.When she turned her head, she found that Mei Shuyuan had followed her, her eyes slightly lowered, and she didn't know how long she had been staring.

Jiang Ling felt that he was really unlucky to have just established a relationship with someone, but in the blink of an eye he took him to see a corpse that looked like himself.

Jiang Ling coughed lightly, wanting to bring up a topic to divert his attention, but Mei Shuyuan raised his finger and pointed to a place.

It was located at the end of the ice coffin, covered with a layer of soft snowflakes. Mei took two steps away, raised her hand and gently brushed away the ice and snow above, revealing the contents inside.

It was a stacked picture scroll.I don't know what kind of material the picture scroll is made of, but it hasn't been damaged in the slightest for thousands of years.

Mei Shuyuan checked, and after there was nothing wrong, she picked up the scroll.The paper of the scroll was soft, Mei Shuyuan untied the red string on it, and slowly spread the scroll.

They were in a world of ice and snow, besides each other, there was only a huge skeleton, a murderous spirit sword, and this corpse in the black ice.

However, the scene in the painting is extremely beautiful.

The white plums are like snow, and the red plums are like fire. A few petals fell on the snow, and a few strokes showed a scene like a fairyland on earth.

Under the overlapping branches, there were two people sitting with their knees bent, a young man and a half-grown boy.

In front of the young man was a guqin, with slender and white fingers caressing the strings, it was clearly just a painting, but it seemed as if he could hear the sound of the qin from the high mountains and flowing water.

The boy leaned on the young man's knee and fell into a deep sleep, as if he was having a sweet dream, the corners of his lips curled up slightly.The broken hair covered the boy's eyebrows and eyes, and only the side face with a little baby fat could be seen.

A fire unicorn with red scales and four hooves with bright flames was lying outside the plum blossom forest, with its tail encircling half of the plum blossom forest.

Mei Shuyuan stared at it for a long time, but Jiang Ling couldn't hold back, and leaned forward, with such a glance, his expression was dumbfounded again.

When he came back to his senses, Jiang Ling murmured: "The person playing the piano is the corpse in the ice coffin. Could it be that the other half-grown boy is the... son of the person playing the piano?"

"Not like." Mei Shuyuan replied.

Jiang Ling just said it casually, and when Mei Shuyuan responded, he smiled indifferently.

Since this picture scroll was left behind, it means that after the death of the man in the ice coffin, someone still missed him and sent this picture scroll.

And the relationship between the half-grown boy in the picture scroll and this "corpse" is probably quite close.

Mei Shuyuan was either looking at the picture scroll or at the person in the coffin, with a bit of doubt in his clear blue eyes.

Jiang Ling looked around.

The system screamed in his ear: "Host, I know what saved you."

"What is it?"

"There are no living beings here, and the one who saved you was not a living being." The system said cheerfully, "It is a mirror image left over from ancient times."

"The monks in the ancient world are very powerful. Calling the wind and rain is a trivial matter. The top first-level monks have already become immortals. Every move they make can have a great impact on the world. This place probably experienced a world-shattering battle. The time went wrong, and the mirror image was left behind. The mirror image appeared that day and just saved your life."

The systematic explanation is very useful, but Jiang Ling has no time to listen.

He suddenly discovered that the scene in front of him was actually very similar to the scene in the scroll.

It's just that the majestic Huo Qilin has turned into bones, and its majesty is gone. The only thing that remains unchanged is that it still guards its master.

The magnificent piano player was crucified to death with a long sword, and lay quietly in the ice coffin, never to wake up again.

And the half-aged boy disappeared, leaving only this painting.

Four words flashed in Jiang Ling's mind: things are different.