I Destined You [Quick Transmigration]

The watery moonlight fell from the sky and was divided into pieces by the tree shadows, enveloping the two of them in the middle.

The dark gray figure was holding a sword under the moonlight, and the sword was shining brightly, like a swimming dragon.The long sword was bright and dazzling, as if it had taken away the moonlight in the dark night, and the dim and cold courtyard was like a white painting.

"Can you see clearly?" Xiao Lan put down the sword and handed it to the young man who was watching quietly.

"Yes." The young man took the long sword from Xiao Lan's hand, but looked at it attentively.

"If you like it, I'll give it to you." Looking at Chen Ling's expression, Xiao Lan knew that Chen Ling liked this sword, even though this Baixie sword was the sword that Chu Ya never left.But if Chen Ling likes it, Xiao Lan is willing to give it to him.

As long as Chen Ling doesn't use this sword to do bad things when he's not paying attention, that's fine.

"No need." Chen Ling shook his head.

He raised his eyes to look at the ordinary-looking man in front of him, but felt that this sword was only good-looking if he wielded it.

Holding the unparalleled sharp long sword, Chen Ling recalled Xiao Lan's every move in the courtyard, and used the Qingcheng sword technique smoothly.Xiao Lan watched silently from the side, feeling a little shocked in his heart, he had the memory of Chu Ya, so he knew how long it took Chu Ya to learn the Qingcheng sword technique.Even though everyone said that Chu Ya was exceptionally talented at the time, he was still far behind the Chen Ling in front of him.

What's more, the ability of this photographic memory made Xiao Lan even more frightened.

As expected of Chu Xuntian's own son, even the genes of this martial arts prodigy have been inherited flawlessly.

Xiao Lan couldn't help muttering in his heart, he was seriously injured in martial arts, and Nei Hai's body was injured.It won't be a few months before Chen Ling will be able to beat himself out of the blue. This is too embarrassing.

"Brother."

When Xiao Lan came back to his senses, he saw that Chen Ling had stopped and was standing not far away looking at him.Seeing that slightly cold expression seemed to be dissatisfied with his distraction, Xiao Lan couldn't help but feel a little guilty.

The word "senior brother" was also called by Xiao Lan. It seemed a little inappropriate to call Xiao Lan directly, and it was a bit strange for Chen Ling to call him master.Anyway, he claimed to be Chu Xuntian's apprentice, and he was older than Xiao Lan, so it would be nice to call him Senior Brother.

After getting along for almost three months, Xiao Lan could feel that Chen Ling's attitude towards him had obviously improved.In fact, to be honest, Xiao Lan felt that Chen Ling's character was a bit like He Mo at this time, not the He Mo in high school but the He Mo in junior high school.

Chen Ling said very little, and he had never smiled since Xiao Lan came to see him.It is like a tree that is shrouded in shadow all day long and does not get the sun.He didn't want to talk to others, and he didn't want to show his emotions, but Xiao Lan knew that Chen Ling would definitely be thinking about it.

Xiao Lan still remembers the time when he didn't come to Chen Ling's place one night because he was absent from the dinner in the door.The next day, no one came to help him open the lock. Even when Xiao Lan broke the lock again and pushed the door in, he saw Chen Ling crouching in the corner playing with wood carvings.

Chen Ling's face could still be seen a little tired, and his eyes were a little black, so he knew that he must have waited all night before and didn't sleep.

He just sat on the haystack, didn't say a word, didn't raise his eyes, and didn't pay attention to himself.

Xiao Lan knew right away that this guy lost his temper.

In Xiao Lan's previous memories, He Mo, who was in junior high school, would be so awkward with Xiao.He was born but he didn't say anything, he insisted on thinking about it for himself, the previous Xiao Lan was just clinging to He Mo in a stern manner.But now Xiao Lan felt that it was not suitable for him to use the tricks of the former junior high school student, so he could only apologize and said that he would not suddenly be absent without saying a word.

At this point, Chen Ling snorted coldly, turned his head and took a look at Xiao Lan.

Xiao Lan said that he really liked Arman's temperament, childish and frank, with a bright smile, and never being awkward.

Even if it's fake.

"Today is my birthday."

A sound came leisurely from the empty courtyard, it seemed to be said casually, but it couldn't help but make Xiao Lan's body tremble.

"You, why didn't you say it earlier?" Xiao Lan looked up at Chen Ling who was approaching him in surprise.

Chen Ling remained silent, just staring at Xiao Lan.

"Why don't you give this sword to you?" Xiao Lan couldn't figure out Ling's thoughts, he pointed to the sword in Chen Ling's hand.

"I don't want it." Chen Ling shook his head, stretched out his hand and returned the Bai Xie Sword to Xiao Lan.

"Then what do you want?" Xiao Lan continued to ask.

Chen Ling didn't speak, just stared at Xiao Lan.

"..." Xiao Lan felt that he had fallen into a predicament, and was always forced to play a game with Chen Ling that I would let you guess without telling you.

"Chen Ling, did I tell you that you are quite annoying." Xiao Lan thought over the rare treasures in Qingchengmen's warehouse in his mind, and when it happened suddenly, he couldn't figure it out for a while. What kind of birthday present did Chen Ling want?He frowned slightly, and said that directly to Chen Ling.

Chen Ling's eyebrows and eyes were dark, and he didn't refute. He walked directly past Xiao Lan to the woodshed.

Xiao Lan stretched out his hand and grabbed Xiao Lan's arm, and let Chen Ling into the woodshed just like that. He didn't know how many days this guy's personality would keep fighting with him, "I see, I How about taking you to town."

"In the town?" Chen Ling, who was caught by Xiao Lan, seemed to have a faint smile in his eyes, and when he turned his head to look at Xiao Lan, he looked extremely indifferent again.He paused for a moment, then nodded, "Okay."

Hearing Chen Ling say a good word, Xiao Lan wanted to kneel down and thank his little ancestor.

Xiao Lan's lightness kung fu is very good, and it's not difficult to leave Qingchengmen and go to the town with Chen Ling.In addition, as the master of Qingcheng Gate, Xiao Lan is too familiar with this place, and some remote trails are also familiar, but even so, it has been an hour since he arrived in the town, which is still considered late at night. up.

There is a lantern festival in town tonight.

It was precisely because Xiao Lan knew this that he brought it up to the town, but in fact he didn't know it at first, and it was Su Que who brought it up in front of him instead.Xiao Lan could tell that Su Que liked her, even though Xiao Lan didn't want to admit it, the former Chu Ya really had some meaning for Su Que.

Su Que said earlier that the Lantern Festival wanted Xiao Lan to go to the town with him, but Xiao Lan naturally declined.It's just that there are more lights in the town, so there's nothing to see.But unexpectedly, he brought Chen Ling to this place now.

Speaking of it, it is too late now, but there are quite a few people in the town, and there are many stalls, and they are selling colorful lanterns everywhere.

"Just tell me what you want to buy." Xiao Lan habitually carried silver taels on his body, and it was a good habit to be true at this time.

Chen Ling turned his head to look at Xiao Lan, then nodded.

Ever since Chu Xuntian wandered around, Chen Ling had no chance to come out of Qingcheng Gate.It must have been several years, and this was the first time Chen Ling came to the town. Looking at the crowded street in front of him, Chen Ling couldn't help being dazed, as if he was a little dazed.

Seeing Chen Ling's expression, Xiao Lan couldn't help but soften his heart.

After all, he was still a child, and he had been isolated in a small and deserted courtyard.

"After you have practiced lightness kung fu well, you can naturally do whatever you want." Xiao Lan stroked the hair of the young man beside him.

And when you become the master of Qingcheng Gate, even if you come to play in a mighty sedan chair, it will be fine.

Xiao Lan and Chen Ling walked casually on the street, and then walked slowly to the river bank.

There are colorful lanterns floating on the gurgling river, and under the stars and moonlight, millions of lanterns curl up with stars like broken diamonds, forming a river that bends towards the sky, and thousands of streamers compete to fall here.

Xiao Lan bought a lotus lantern, then handed the brush to Chen Ling, "If you have any wish, write it on it."

Chen Ling looked at the lantern, then at the writing brush in his hand, but couldn't think of what wish he had.

"You can write, I want to be the head of the Qingcheng Gate." Xiao Lan laughed, lowered his voice and whispered in Chen Ling's ear.

Feeling the warm breath in his ears, Chen Ling couldn't help but stiffen, and the tips of his ears turned red.

"You write for me." Chen Ling gave the brush to Xiao Lan again, and said after a pause, "Change to another one."

"What to change?" Xiao Lan was also stunned while holding the brush, how did he know what to write on it.

"Even if it's a birthday speech, I only know that the blessing is like the East China Sea, and the longevity is longer than the South Mountain. Every year has today, and every year has today." It's a bit embarrassing to write such a clichéd greeting.

"Okay." Chen Ling paused, then nodded.

This time it's Xiao Lan's turn to be dazed. At such a young age, will he be as blessed as the East China Sea and live longer than Nanshan?

"Every year today, every year today." Chen Ling said word by word in a deep voice.

The pen in Xiao Lan's hand trembled, seeing Chen Ling's serious expression, he couldn't help but feel a little flustered, then he smiled and said that he was thinking too much.

"Okay, your birthday, you are the oldest." Xiao Lan didn't dare to think any more, so he wrote the eight characters on the petals of the lotus lantern.

"You have to do the job of putting the lanterns on yourself." Xiao Lan gave the lanterns to Chen Ling.

Xiao Lan watched as Chen Ling walked up to the bluestone steps by the river with a lantern in his hands.

I don't know if it's an illusion, but Chen Ling's brows seemed to be softened by the night, and the corners of his mouth slowly curled up as he looked at the lantern and smiled.

"Let's go back." Chen Ling came back and said to Xiao Lan.

"You don't want to play for a while longer?" Xiao Lan was a little surprised.

Chen Ling shook his head.

"Then let's go." Naturally, Xiao Lan would not insist on playing for a while longer.

Chen Ling followed Xiao Lan and walked slowly on the street in the direction of going back. He recalled the desolate and lonely woodshed.Suddenly, I saw the lanterns all over the city go out, and the black night winds from this end of the city to a place that no one knows.

He turned his head involuntarily and glanced at the river bank again.

The water glows with starlight, and the flower lanterns float by the river to the distance.

A word came to Chen Ling's mind involuntarily - Thousands of lights, alone in the dim light.

Xiao Lan.

Chen Ling said these two words silently in his heart, then turned his head to look at the person beside him.

The warm light ignited by the lights in the night sky seemed to explode into two groups of bright flames in the depths of the man's pupils.

Soft, warm, yet familiar.

Chen Ling felt that he was bewitched. He blinked, approached with some hesitation, and then reached out to hold Xiao Lan's hand.

Xiao Lan paused, and then looked at Chen Ling holding his hand, seemingly a little surprised.

"Brother, I am very happy."

That's what Chen Ling said, and Xiao Lang couldn't help being shocked by such frank words.

"You, as long as you are happy." Xiao Lan said subconsciously, but still seemed a little unresponsive.

Chen Ling turned his head away and said nothing, his face was still slightly cold, which made Xiao Lang almost think that what he heard just now was a hallucination from being flattered just now.

The stars are broken and the water is shining, and the lanterns are flowing.The river was gurgling, and the folk songs of the oarsmen on the black-covered boats could be vaguely heard.

The evening breeze is blowing, and the night is cold.On the bluestone ground, the accompanying figures dragged longer and longer under the white moonlight.

The clasped hands were hidden under fluttering wide sleeves.

The slight warmth flows quietly.