[Quick Transmigration] Blame me for the abuse

This is not Yin Hanjiang's first visit to Kuzhilou.

The waist of the corridor is full of dark red and sharp bright soft light, and there are wind chimes at the corners of the eaves, echoing lightly.This is already close to the front building, and the faint laughter and music are the same as the light fragrance of flowers, drifting in and drifting away.And the cool wind fell on the corner of his clothes and on his eyelashes. Yin Hanjiang couldn't help but look up at the sky, and touched a few dim stars.

Many thoughts flashed by, and he didn't stop walking, following the handsome and straight figure of the young man in front of him.

The elder brother didn't know where he was at the moment, and he only felt that the trip was dangerous, so he only kept most of it from him, and hurried away with Jiang half a day.

Is Brother Jing's Gu removed?

And Jiang Bantian.

The moonlight is like a water cage with incense, and the golden cup is broken and the door is closed.The cold shadow falls from the high eaves, and a curtain hangs down.The blue smoke curls up lightly, and the red war lanterns smile.

After going up to the second floor, the young man stopped, turned his body slightly, raised his breath a little, moved his body, and left through the large wooden window.The cool wind poured in one after another, and he tried his best to wake up his tired mind. He didn't turn on the lamp, and the dust floated in the faint moonlight between the bookshelves.

He only hesitated for a moment, then stepped up to the third floor.Stepping on the wooden stairs, the stairs are very wide and the height is just right. Even the edges and corners seem to have been finely polished and carved, leaving suitable protrusions to prevent slipping.

Warm lights came out from behind the door, Yin Hanjiang stood still, calm, light and shadow intertwined.

He clenched the sword on his waist, and lightly knocked on the door. The joints touched the hard wood, and there was a hollow and thick echo.

"Come in."

It was Jiang Banri's voice.

A large area of ​​candlelight poured in, and Yin Hanjiang greeted the light.

Jiang Banri was dressed in black, just like the boy before him, only with dark patterns embroidered on the neckline. The dark gray belt was extremely wide, tightly tied around his waist, wrapping his thin but not fragile waistline.The long hair is tied up high, and the jade-colored crown is like a top-quality jade inkstone under thick ink.

And he just stood respectfully beside that person, lowered his eyebrows, restrained, and cautious, Yin Hanjiang even felt that Jiang was trying to breathe carefully for a long time.It's just because that person stood there, even though he was just wearing an ordinary blue-gray robe, even though his brows were gentle, like a handsome literati who went out to enjoy the scenery with his family on a quiet and light rainy afternoon.

And when his eyes swept across, Yin Hanjiang felt creepy.

Because only the pupils of that person are undisguised, and the exploration and sharpness in them seem to make you feel cold, and it only makes you feel cold to the point of pain.

"Master, leave for half a day."

The man didn't answer, nor did he give Jiang half a day's extra gaze, but just stared at Yin Hanjiang, as if he had known each other for a long time, but had never had the chance to meet.And Jiang had been so close to Yin Hanjiang for half a day, he walked fast, but behaved properly, as if he didn't want to waste a minute, but the moment he walked past Yin Hanjiang, he gently tightened his sleeves.

A faint smell of blood spread from the tip of Yin Hanjiang's nose.

"Cold River."

The man shouted, it really seemed like we had known each other for many years.

Yin Hanjiang tried to hide the guard all over his body, but obviously he was not good at doing so, and the man just smiled.

Who does he look like, Yin Hanjiang thought, Luo Qiunuan, with the same cold gaze, the same gentle and elegant appearance, even that is not a disguise, but a natural one.

"Han Jiang, no, Shao Yuan really doesn't know much, it's Xie's fault." He walked around the desk, still holding a volume of books in his hand.Fingers rubbing the pages of the book lightly, as if treating the best warm jade.

"My father and I are old acquaintances. But I am afraid that your father has never mentioned it to you. Xie Baiyi is just a layman, your father is infatuated with swordsmanship, his wife and children, and he has no time to deal with Xie. It's just that Xie has always admired your father. I met Han Jiang a few months ago, but I'm afraid Han Jiang doesn't remember."

There was no surprise in Yin Hanjiang's dark pupils, and he had a premonition the first time he saw this person.And that person happened to be so disdainful to cover up in front of him.

"Your Excellency is so beautiful."

The man smiled again, with peach blossom eyes, even though his eyes were full of clarity, he suddenly became flirtatious.

"As expected of Shi Chun'an's son, he looks dull, but he is very transparent. Xie is so beautiful." Before he finished speaking, he lowered his eyes, and when he raised them again, his eyes were full of coldness, as cold as a sword.

"It's also Xie Baiyi, the owner of Kuzhilou."

"Since you are the son of Shi Chun'an and Yin Hanjiang, you are destined to come here, and you must do this. I ordered Jiang to keep an eye on your brothers for many years, and I will not give you the Shi family's sword manual, and I don't want Jing Qinglan to hide it in your house." Wenxi's Dianxue sword is just a pile of paper scrolls, nothing more than iron and stone, Xie has no intentions, and Han Jiang doesn't have to worry about it."

He turned the book in his hand, restrained his momentum, but moved closer, the distance would not be offensive, but it would never make him comfortable.The breath was cool, with the fragrance of books and tea, but lingering with the coldness of a weapon, occasionally flashing a cold light on his wide sleeves.

"There are too many things and people behind you. I asked you to finish it and do it well. Jing Qinglan's life was exchanged for thirty lashes in half a day. Xie has no intention of embarrassing him. Your brother is with Rong Huan, so I can take care of him." Keep it up, Xie doesn't have any malicious intentions. You can do whatever you want about the Devil's Cult. But I only want you to do one thing."

"Just this one."

Many years ago, Yin Hanjiang remembered that it was snowing at that time, and the thick snow was layered on the dark brown bare branches, stepping on them, revealing a bit of frozen damp soil

.Yin Hanjiang, who was still young at that time, was holding a small wooden sword and dragging it out of the door. When he looked up, he saw Shi Chun'an wrapped in a big quilt, squatting securely on the highest eaves.At that time, he was small enough, small enough to have enough power to act like a baby.He stood unhappily, glaring at his imposing father with round eyes like grapes.Shi Chun'an laughed, threw the quilt indiscriminately, jumped down, picked up Yin Hanjiang's small body, and carried him to the eaves.

"Don't tell your mother." Shi Chun'an said, and quickly wrapped the two of them up with a quilt.

It turned out that the snow in this place had been swept away by Shi Chun'an long ago, and it was bare except for some slightly chrome tiles.

"Father is playful again." The little Yin Hanjiang said so, with white gas in his mouth, a look of blame, but it was a bit taken for granted on his immature face.

"Cough, don't talk nonsense." Shi Chun'an pouted, and looked into the distance pretending to be serious.

"Father is thinking about something."

"What's the matter?" In the distance, you can see children running around in the street, wearing red jackets, someone tripped, rolled over, sat up again, took a moment to react, opened his mouth, and started cry.

Yin Hanjiang remembered that he was far less reticent than he is now. Although his father looked romantic and was not very serious on weekdays, he was actually very caring about his family. His mother had a gentle appearance, although he would sometimes lose his temper at his father. It made my father afraid to go home for a few days, but the two have always been loving and harmonious.The elder brother is the most honest, not like his father at all. Since childhood, the elder brother has taken care of him more than his father who likes to play with him.

"Just an old friend."

"Father's friend? Then why didn't father go to him?"

"Father has done something bad, I'm afraid I won't have the face to see him again in this life."

"What's bad?" Yin Hanjiang didn't understand. Although his father said he was a little casual, he knew that his father was very upright. In his heart, he far surpassed those uncles and uncles sent by various sects to congratulate him when his father took over as the head of the Anding sect.

"Yes, father killed him."

Although he was full of doubts, the conversation did not continue. My mother found a big and a small squatting crookedly on the roof. With only one angry look, my father came down honestly to admit his mistake, not only because he was playful, but also because Because the mother was worried about the anxiety of the youngest son getting frostbite, the father had to work hard for a while before he managed to let the mother calm down.And Yin Hanjiang was also ordered not to have too much contact with his father for a short period of time. In order to appease the only mistress of the family who was angry, the men of course obeyed their orders conscientiously.

Yin Hanjiang left the three-story building in a daze.But Jiang waited downstairs for a long time. Even the light pink on his lips had faded, leaving only pale and lavender.

He stepped forward with a forced smile.

"Jiang is sorry for Mr. Yin. Jiang also knows that Mr. Yin is coming and going with everyone today, and he must be tired by now. He just invites Mr. Yin first and then comes with me. Mr. Jiang has something to discuss with Mr. Yin in detail."

Jiang Bantian’s self-proclaimed words are always changing, sometimes polite, sometimes casual, but the least is when he calls himself Jiang, just because there is a sense of alienation, just because the interlocutor is more like a passer-by in the rivers and lakes , give the other party a name at will, and only deal with casual greetings. Afterwards, for fear of forgetting the surname before the certain word and the person after the certain word, they throw it under the wheel of a passing carriage.And he seldom calls him Shaoxia Yin, the most common name in the arena is a bit more unfamiliar to him, and he prefers to call him Mr. Yin, as if the two of them would hang out after studying and practicing calligraphy Literary friends who are together.

The bloody smell became lighter, but the laurel fragrance became stronger, sweet, but not extravagant.

He didn't say anything, so Jiang Bantian had no choice but to walk forward by himself, only tilting his head to see if he could keep up.

It was the same room as last time, except that the curtains were pulled up.Everything is the same as last time, still extravagant, but soft everywhere.The only difference was that Jiang Banri only lit a candle, making his face blurry in the night, unlike last time, it was bright and filled every corner.

"Will the master let Mr. Yin inherit the Kuzhilou?"

"Yes."

"Whether the master agrees to the Devil's Cult is up to you to decide?"

"Yes."

"Did Mr. Yin agree?"

"Yes."

Jiang's eyes were calm for a long time. Like last time, he passed a cup of tea, but there was no smoke steaming up.

"Specially made herbal tea to relieve fatigue."

Yin Hanjiang still didn't drink, and just put it back on the table gently.And that person still didn't show any displeasure.

"Wei Han already knows a little bit about this matter. I don't know about Ah Nuan and Rong Huan, but they most likely know about it too. In the Kuzhi Building, Jiang is in charge of communicating with specific employers and people in power in the Jianghu, and reports important tasks. Here it is, master, please decide. You have seen it, Ah Nuan, who is in charge of sorting out the information on the rivers and lakes and even the court where the rats gather below. You have also seen it, Rong Huan. At that time, Su Haokun was poisoned, and it was Rong Huan who rescued you and him. Your brother, he has excellent medical skills, he is in charge of other business of Kuzhilou elsewhere, he usually stays in Suizhou, he never likes worldly affairs, people who know Jiang may not necessarily know him, at most they only know Mr. Fu, a genius doctor. Le Weihan, He should be the one who brought you to meet the master today. Wei Han is the youngest of the four of us, but he has the highest martial arts talent, and he is in charge of the killer business in the bitter building. Each of us has a deputy, mine is Shu Chan, Ah Nuan's deputy is Tang Yi, and the others will talk to you when they have a chance."

Jiang stopped for half a day, as if thinking about what to say next.

"Since Mr. Yin has agreed to the master, even if he is extremely unwilling in his heart, it is always good to know more. Originally, if it weren't for you, Ah Nuan was the most likely to be the next master. The four of us grew up together, but it was not easy. Think about the other party's thoughts. The master killed the other three people of his generation when he was in charge. Throughout the ages, there have been many generations of Kuzhilou like this. Jiang doesn't want anything to happen to Mr. Yin, and he doesn't want Ah Nuan to get hurt. The young master has a good disposition, so he must be considerate. The master has already explained that Wei Han will leave tonight and go to Pinglan Villa in Huayang to help you deal with the fake Jingzhuang owner. The sudden death of the master will lead to chaos in the world, but it is not appropriate for the real master of Jingzhuang to come out at this time, it is better to operate in secret. I believe that Mr. Yin has his own considerations about the devil's religion. The master has already handed over the full power to you, and Jiang Mou is not much. said."

The young man was mostly silent during this time, and at the end, he met the gaze that Jiang had tried to avoid for half a day and all night, and his words were clear, as if he had already turned a thousand times in his heart.

"Su Haokun killed Elder Yu."

His tone was firm, not seeking evidence, but just stating.

"Yes."

"He thought we knew about it, so he wanted to kill me and my brother."

"Yes."

And he believed that Yin Hanjiang did know about it after he left the mountain. Even if he kept silent, what kind of person Su Haokun was, Su Xinxin was more like his father than she was trained as the next head of the family. brother.Su Haokun had already anticipated everything before sending Qin Yin and the others down the mountain, otherwise the bottle of poison-drug would not have been taken by Su Haokun long before.

"He canceled the kill order."

"Yes." He didn't know how Yin Hanjiang knew it, but it was the so-called unique intuition of Yin Hanjiang who grew up in the mountains and forests as mentioned in the outline.

"why?"

This was the first time he asked a question, and Jiang didn't know how to answer it for a long time.

"Jiang has some friendship with head Su." He said so.

"Bitter House."

"...Yes." Jiang Banri understood what Yin Hanjiang meant. He had never underestimated this taciturn, innocent man between youth and youth. Yu Zhiyuan was ambitious but not smart enough. If he wasn't so impatient, maybe Su Haokun would save his life for the trial of Su Yuyuan.It's just that he annoyed him in a hurry after all, and Su Haokun naturally didn't want to get his hands dirty.So Kuzhilou's move was the result of letting nature take its course.

The smell of blood became stronger and stronger.

A drop of sweat dripped down Jiang Banri's neck onto his collarbone, all the way into his neckline.

Silently, this was a scene that Jiang Banri often had when he was with Yin Hanjiang. Fortunately, the two of them didn't feel awkward.

"Brother." There was a knock on the door outside.

After half a day, Jiang came back to his senses and stood up: "Rong Huan, come in."

Fu Ronghuan loves cleanliness the most, and has never liked to touch doors and windows. He was about to open the door, but he got up abruptly, but his figure swayed, his eyes suddenly went dark, and he felt his feet go limp, and his brain suddenly stopped functioning.The pain had been lowered before, so he quickly reached out and clasped the edge of the table, waiting for the dizziness to pass.

Yin Hanjiang beside him tried to reach out his hand, but in the end he just took a few steps forward and opened the door for Jiang Bantian.

It turned out to be full of white hair.

The sword eyebrows enter the temples, and the beauty is beautiful.If Jiang Bantian was a beautiful ghost who dreamed back at night, mingling with ice and fire, then Fu Ronghuan was a handful of snow on the top of the snow mountain, built on the rock wall.The white hair poured down and hung quietly around his waist. If it was placed on Jiang Banri's body, it would definitely look strange, but on this person, it just felt invulnerable.

And there are indeed no mediocre people in the Kuzhilou.

A clean dark purple antique satin is directly embellished, but it can't cover the cold and jade bones of the whole body.He only glanced sideways at Yin Hanjiang, turned his phoenix eyes, his eyelashes were long and neat, and his slender figure carried a faint medicinal fragrance all over his body.Only when I looked at Jiang for half a day, did the feeling of alienation fade away a little.

He frowned, but he didn't want to say anything more, he just threw a bottle of medicine casually.Facing Jiang for half a day, the corner of his mouth curled up in a mocking arc, which made the originally soft and handsome facial features a little chilly and vivid. With a light wave of his sleeves, he nodded slightly at Yin Hanjiang, and his gaze returned to indifferent and calm, without saying a word. With one word, he turned and left.

Jiang calmed down for a while. Although he knew that Yin Hanjiang would not have any thoughts about Fu Ronghuan's temperament, let alone have any misunderstandings, he still explained; Malicious. The master ordered Rong Huan to deliver the medicine, presumably because he will not pursue it anymore, Jiang can live for a while, so he is not in a hurry to discuss many things with Mr. Yin in detail."

Yin Hanjiang originally wanted to ask something, these intuitions that should not appear are like bamboo shoots growing in a bamboo forest in spring, a small fang keeps coming out, he accidentally touches it, but feels cold and incomprehensible measures.Jiang Bantian was by no means stupid. Although he was not an extremely prudent person, he was also very cautious.Yin Hanjiang took this short moment enough to figure out what he did to make Xie Baiyi unhappy, it was nothing more than him, nothing more than Jing Qinglan.

Tick.

Something was soaked on the cushions that had been laid out on the floor.

"Mr. Yin, please go back." Jiang lowered his head for a long time, his fingertips had turned gray, and he clenched the porcelain bottle Yin Hanjiang handed over in his hand, and there was still some warmth on it.

Yin Hanjiang originally wanted to do something, he glanced at the small bottle, but he didn't.He said goodbye, opened the door, and closed it again.

The candlelight was blocked, and it was a little dark outside the door.

Standing there, Shu Chan bowed her head respectfully, blissful, but still expressionless.

He followed Shu Chan to leave, and his eyes glanced back inadvertently as he left.

But the candlelight in Jiang Banri's room lit up for a while, and then went out.

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I really want to revise the text, but I feel that the more I write, the worse it gets.