Urban Cultivation: The master who has overcome the tribulation is reborn

The morning breeze stirred the treetops, and the drizzle was as dense as needles.

Yunshuiting.

When Yan Yuqing walked into the courtyard, she imbued the ethereal and quiet courtyard with a touch of fiery vitality.

She is a jumping flame and a lonely and bright moon.

The flame is a red dress, and the bright moon is a beauty.

Yan Chuan has never been with him.

During the phone call just now, Yan Yuqing heard that Grandpa Huo had arranged another place to live for Jiang Ran, so she had some unknown plans to come to Yunshuiting for a visit.

She didn't feel that the place she arranged was not in line with Jiang Ran's wishes. A young Anjin warrior would not praise someone against his will.

Since it was true that the other party liked Yunshuiting, why would he accept Grandpa Huo's arrangement?

She couldn't help but feel that this matter was out of control.

It's not pretentious, Yan Yuqing is the kind of person who arranges and takes care of everything without knowing it.

It was true that she had never had contact with Jiang Ran, and it was also true that she could analyze the other person's preferences and personality from the few words Yan Chuan told him.

Yan Yu felt puzzled and opened the door of her carefully designed courtyard room.

So she stood blankly at the door, the wind lifted the corners of her skirt, and the brilliant red clouds floated.

The house was in a mess, the carefully selected and custom-made wooden floors were tattered, the orchid picture frames painted by famous artists were in pieces, and the porcelain that was not easy to be fired all had large cracks.

Yan Yuqing just took a brief look at the items in the room that were once extremely precious but now worthless. Her eyes fell on the top of the shelf, and a touch of emotion finally appeared on her beautiful and beautiful oval face.

Her figure is light and her red high-heeled shoes are the most gorgeous scene in the room. Accompanied by her red skirt, she looks like a flying swallow in the huge living room, bedroom and other places. She still can't find the thing she cares about most.

Yunshuiting is not her residence, but it is cleverly decorated. She occasionally stays here to do things she likes, such as reading, sword dancing, wood carving, etc.

Yan Chuan arranged for Jiang Ran to stay at Jinyu Tower last night, which really surprised her. In desperation, she selected it several times in her mind, but she still felt that "Yunshuiting" was the most suitable, so she changed it to this courtyard.

Unexpectedly, the other party had just stayed in the house for one night and inexplicably made the house a mess. These extraneous things were nothing, but a beloved thing that she was about to complete after eight years disappeared mysteriously.

Yan Yuqing has never had the thought of regret, but she did feel regret for a moment just now.

She shouldn't have allowed Jiang Ran to stay in "Yunshuiting" because of his desire to come all the way to treat Yan Chuan, so naturally these things wouldn't happen.

"Should I ask Jiang Ran?" Yan Yuqing hesitated. She was not unsociable, but she was used to being alone.

"Let father ask..." She thought about it and made a decision. At the same time, she thought that she couldn't ask too directly. After all, a warrior who was suspected to be at the peak of dark power should not do trivial things.

While Yan Yuqing was thinking about looking for Yan Chuan, she was also preparing to order people to renovate the main hall of Yunshuiting.

She turned and walked towards the door, pausing on the steps. The drizzle that had just been drizzling had unknowingly turned into a drizzle, and there was a sound of splashing on the ground.

The bluestone with the word "cloud and water" engraved on it at the door took on a new look after being washed by the rain. From her angle, it was a stubborn stone in the courtyard that was teasing the autumn rain.

Yan Yuqing stretched out her bright wrist, feeling the coolness of the autumn rain on her green jade fingers, and her brows and eyes became a little brighter.

Autumn rain and winter snow are all her favorite scenes.

On weekdays, she should be cooking tea and reading while the sound of rain falls, leaning against the window and watching the rain fall, instead of standing under the eaves and waiting for the rain to stop.

tread--

tread--

The sound of footsteps hitting the ground, along with the ripples of water mist on the ground, reached Yan Yuqing's ears.

When she raised her eyes to look at the open aconite door at the entrance of the courtyard, her bright and vivid eyes instantly refocused from the careless state of unconscious appreciation of the rain.

The bluestone clouds at the entrance are covered with fog, and the door in the distance is half open and half covered. The dripping rainwater forms a trickle on the door frame, flowing slowly along the lines on the door.

The meandering water traces on the ground flowed downwards and merged together. The flow was disrupted by a foot stepping into the courtyard, and shallow water splashed along the soles of the shoes.

The first thing Yan Yuqing noticed was not the foot. Her eyes instantly fell on an umbrella that came into view after turning the door.

A red oil-paper umbrella, the handle is as solid as jade, the umbrella surface is exquisitely crafted, and the embroidery on it is exquisite and natural.

Her eyes finally turned sulky, which was the dissatisfaction of seeing the thing she loved being held by others.

It took a lot of energy and effort to carefully select the bamboo, scrape the bamboo and drill holes into the umbrella handle and ribs. It would be a lie to tell the truth that I wasn’t upset when someone else took the lead before I even opened the umbrella.

Yan Yuqing suppressed her unhappiness. After all, the visitor was Yan Chuan's guest, and she couldn't lose her etiquette.

After her thoughts returned to calm, she subconsciously looked at the person under the umbrella.

Her eyes followed the umbrella, and first she saw a hand that was more moist than the umbrella handle. She polished, polished, and soaked in oil through multiple processes. The umbrella handle was flawless, but the hand holding the umbrella handle was... It is the finest jade.

The person under the umbrella is as handsome as jade, with an upright posture. Not to mention the color of his face, his eyebrows are as green as the distant mountains, and his eyes are like stars falling into the abyss.

This kind of dragon and phoenix posture was the only one she had ever seen in her life.

Ordinary people may ignore the other person's independent style due to skin color, expression and various reasons, but Yan Yuqing does not.

She was born with a pair of clever eyes, and she could see the evil heart at a glance, so she could naturally tell how otherworldly the young man holding an umbrella in the hospital was.

It's nothing more than banishing an immortal to holding an umbrella.

The dissatisfaction in Yan Yuqing's heart suddenly faded away.

His eyes lingered on the Qingjun face of the visitor, Dou Shuang Aoxue, until he met a pair of eyes that were in the sky but not in the world.

Jiang Ran's hand holding the handle of the umbrella remained motionless. The rainwater on the bluestone beside him gradually turned into a trickle. The words "Yun Shui" carved on the stone were like a stream, gaining vitality.

The oil umbrella trembled slightly under the impact of raindrops, and the water stains slid along the edge of the umbrella and merged with the rain curtain.

The mist on the ground rises like light smoke and lingers in the low sky. The raindrops between the sky and the earth fall like bead curtains, making the courtyard look increasingly hazy.

There was only a flash of bright red in Jiang Ran's eyes.

Through layers of rain curtains, it is still gorgeous and dazzling.

She stands under the eaves, her face is dyed with rouge shaken off by a fairy, her body is a lotus in the fairyland of Yaochi, her waist is February willow, and her legs are cut from jade bamboo.

There are seven points of fairy beauty and jade color, and ten points of beauty and beauty.

Jiang Ran first saw her standing on the steps watching the rain. When she was still in this world, she was the goddess of Gushe, Chang'e in the moon, the peerless beauty who explained the endless hatred of the spring breeze.

When those eyes met his own, they became Daji, who brought disaster to the country and the people, and the enchantress who confused all living beings. A well-placed mole under the eyes was also dyed with all kinds of amorous feelings and charming scenery.

The moment her eyes came alive, she transformed from a fairy who couldn't be toyed with into a witch with ecstasy.

She is more demon than gorgeous, charming but not vulgar. Even Shen Qingyun's stunning beauty has fallen behind.

A branch of red dew is fragrant.

There was no heartbreak in Jiang Ran's eyes, only slight surprise.

Yes, even his soul and character were confused for a moment.

The girl in the red dress under the eaves is a treasure loved by this world, a touch of red that can take root in anyone's memory.

is unique.

nice.