[Quick Transmigration] Blame me for the abuse

At that time, the daytime had already fled in the distance, and the huge golden light came all the way from the street, embracing the exhaustion and lightness of the people in the city for a day, but there was no less shouting, and many steamers were still steaming.

Maybe it was because the wind was blowing too gently, making the face slightly drunk, and a few strands of hair on Yin Hanjiang's forehead were blown away, covering his sight.

"Young Master Jiang."

He just opened his mouth like that, without even looking directly at Jiang for a long time, and even having the urge to regret just saying that.

Originally, the four of them wanted to go back, but Jing Qinglan's face was mostly covered by the bamboo hat, but suddenly he took a step back because of this, and unconsciously clenched his sword, before following Luo Qiunuan again.Only Xiajiang opened his eyes wide in bewilderment for half a day, and at the end, he still smiled and said;

"Young Xia Yin, please tell me."

But after saying this, no one spoke again.Jiang was not angry for a long time, and followed Yin Hanjiang who was walking forward blindly, and sometimes he stopped to look at the gadgets sold on the roadside in a rather leisurely manner.

In Qing'an City, there are still a few flowers blooming, and one of them falls down and lands on the bluestone. The footsteps of the young knight, as quiet as a human being, land on the bluestone.There are more snacks along the street, and there are also some jugglers. The two of them just walked like this, from the twilight to the early lights.

More children came out to play, and some of them bumped into Jiang Banri. Yin Hanjiang turned his head, and Jiang Banri poked the children in the face. Looking at the person in front, he smiled unconsciously.

The young mother of the young child came running quickly, and hurriedly apologized to Yao, but when she saw the corner of Jiang's mouth smiling for a long time in front of her, a blush quickly stained the side of her face, she hugged the child and left, but she didn't say anything. forgot to say.Jiang Banri smiled helplessly, straightened up, saw the young boy turning his head and sticking out his tongue at him, and couldn't help laughing again, the smile swayed from his chest, the corners of his mouth curled up in an intoxicating arc.

It's not like Jiang Banri who was stained with blood in the Western Regions, nor is it like Jiang Banri who was dressed in red in Suizhou with a distant smile and bright eyebrows.There was light in his eyes, and Yin Hanjiang only felt that the air was a little thin, and his chest seemed to be hit by something, like the lights of Wanjia and the water around the city were flowing in this person's eyes, making him seem to want to sleep in these eyes go.

With just one glance, his eyes met Yin Hanjiang's.

Qing'an is really beautiful, very beautiful.

Later, Yin Hanjiang understood that there are always times in this life that are hard to forget, whether it is the first meeting on the cruise ship or the company of that person in many days, but there are always those times, when you think of it, you always have to take it with you. Bitterness, even though Yin Hanjiang doesn't like to be sentimental, even though Yin Hanjiang at that time was not able to drink the mountains and forests as he expected when he was young, and was happy to be leisurely, when the night wind was wandering outside the window, he remembered that night he was going to sleep , but the window is not closed yet.

Just as the candles were being extinguished, the moonlight entered the house, but the red clothes were like fire.

Yin Hanjiang's movements suddenly stopped.

Jiang put his white hands on the edge of the window for a long time, turned his head and smiled, the corners of his eyes and cheeks were blushing, if Yin Hanjiang was Guo Jing, it must be the time when the Peach Blossom Island has fallen into snow.

The wind blew his robe, and it was still the fragrance of Jiang Banri's body. It was cool and refreshing at first, but later I realized that it was carrying a bewitching heat.

"I guess you haven't fallen asleep yet."

He lowered his eyes and narrowed his eyes slightly, feeling a little comfortable being blown by the wind.

"Master Jiang?"

This was indeed a surprise.

Since that day, both of them have been busy with complicated affairs, and they have no time to deal with the conversation that ended without a problem.

Qing'an soon entered autumn, and even the leaves in the streets and alleys became much quieter.

"I remember it was already late autumn when I was brought back to Kuzhilou."

Presumably it was expected that Yin Hanjiang would not intervene, so Jiang went on for a long time:

"At that time, when I saw my master for the first time, it was impossible to say that I was not afraid, and my master's temper was not bad, but his aura was not something ordinary people could bear. At the beginning, the master I don't like me very much, but I always know that I can live to the end. Maybe it was because I was afraid that I took the initiative to get closer to Rong Huan, Ah Nuan and Wei Han at that time, as if I knew them We'll survive, and in the end, we did stay."

Jiang changed his posture half a day, with his left leg resting on the edge of the window, his head leaning back, and the outlines of his facial features became clear under the moonlight.

"I didn't think too much about it at first. As a person in the Kuzhilou, I can bear anything. When the master took power, the other three people of that generation died. We newcomers naturally have a lot of trouble when we start things. Luckily, Rong Huan and Wei Han are highly talented, and Ah Nuan is too smart. In my job, I need to be manipulative and tricky, and I have to do many other dirty things. Kuzhilou doesn't have much contact with the outside world. It happened to be the one who had to deal with the outsiders. At that time, I was young, and the master didn't trust me. If I wanted to stabilize my power, I had to give up some things. It got better after it was really stable, but now that I think about it, I feel very dirty."

In this passage, Jiang Banri always felt that there were a lot of pretentiousness and affectation, but those days were real. The four of them were responsible for different things. The errands in the building are considered a good thing. The power of contacts in the rivers and lakes is not so easy to control. Fortunately, the system has a body to take care of it. After the work is over, the consciousness returns to the body. It’s just that I watched those colorful movies when I was young and youthful, and the number of times was too high. Except that I sometimes closed my eyes and refused to sleep all night, it was not a big deal.

"Later, the master asked me to pay more attention to you two brothers. Naturally, I didn't dare to speculate on the master's thoughts. It's just that after watching it for a long time, I became more concerned. I remember once, when I passed by Wenxi while doing a task, I thought Going to have a look, I saw you practicing sword in the morning, you worked harder than I did back then, so I thought only a sword idiot like Wei Han could compare with you. At noon, I saw a female disciple give you something, but you were just stunned , then don’t talk, and finally caused the woman to run away first, I thought at the time, the news from the rat below said that you are as dull as your brother, but now it seems that it is true, so I didn’t think much about it , I stayed in Wenxi for a long time, and I have some friendship with the head of Su, so naturally I was not discovered, and fortunately, the master was not in the building during that time, and I was spared a punishment."

As he was talking, he actually laughed, and Yin Hanjiang had already sat down at the table.If you want to talk about it, this is not a good time to chat, but it can be regarded as half a day's prediction. Yin Hanjiang is not that impatient with others. Even for the female disciples back then, his blankness is completely because he doesn't know Overwhelmed.

He originally came here tonight to say a word according to the system outline. This sentence is not important to Yin Hanjiang, but it is very important to Jiang Banri. I want to say something else to him, but I'm afraid no one has said it for so many years, I always feel that meeting Yin Hanjiang who has a better temper and won't dislike him for being boring, I'm afraid it's a loss if I don't say it.

At that time, I didn’t follow the outline to do those things with Yin Hanjiang, and I let him go after only a nap because of such willfulness, the completion rate is only 80%, and he is not the Jiang Banri in the outline, so naturally he is less Such excessive paranoia.Yin Hanjiang's life is destined to be inseparable from Jing Qinglan, just like Jiang Banri, who should have been as in the outline, and should not have much weight in Yin Hanjiang's heart.

There will be a battle with the Demon Cult in a few days, and tomorrow we will set off for the frontier.Jiang Banri left abruptly in a rascally fashion. With a swing of his left leg, his wide sleeves were blown by the wind, and he fell from upstairs.

When he looked back, a halo like broken gold flashed in his eyes.

Yin Hanjiang was holding a sword, the tip of which was dripping with blood.

Tick, tick.

Tiptoes wading across the bluestone, stirring up the sound of water, and the deep red dyed the corner of the robe.

Le Weihan held Jiang Banri's shoulders, blood flowed from Luo Qiunuan's palm pressing the wound, in large swaths, seeping from his pale fingers.

It was dazzling, just like Jiang Banri's red dress that night.

Tears welled up from Le Weihan's eyes, sticking to his face together with the dirty traces, the young man's lips were pale, he didn't have a hand to wipe, the hand that was holding the man tightly was almost embedded in the flesh, but trembling almost He wanted to throw Jiang Bantian to the ground.

There was blood all over their bodies.

Jiang Bantian's blood.

He desperately wanted to see Qingjiang Banri's face.

But he couldn't, he couldn't see clearly.

There was a thick fog in front of his eyes, and the surrounding area was dazzling red.

Before leaving, Jiang Banri ordered him not to return to the agreed place, told him that the situation had changed, and he left in a hurry after meeting with another road.

During the fight, he could feel the rubbing sound of the sword tip sinking into the flesh, the sound of the cracking of muscles and bones, and the sound of screams.

Yin Hanjiang didn't know how many people he had killed.Only know forward.Just because the anxiety is getting stronger and stronger, as he said, the beast-like intuition given to him by the mountains.

He held the sword, and his lungs were about to explode in pain from the desperate exercise.

There were corpses all over the ground, separated by broken limbs, piled up under his feet, like a tidal wave of fear that was about to drown, and he didn't even dare to take a step forward.

Just like Shi Shaoyuan who stood in the secret passage many years ago.

He can't go back, and he can't go forward.

Le Weihan was shouting something.

He was looking for Fu Ronghuan.

He saw Le Weihan let go of his hand, and Jiang's half-day long hair fell to the ground, tangled with the blood all over the floor, like an entangled destiny, and like a net.

Le Weihan got up and fled.

Luo Qiunuan was muttering to herself:

Rong Huan is not here, Fu Ronghuan is not here.

Luo Qiunuan gently fixed the hair on Jiang Banri's cheeks, and knelt beside him, his face that was always calm and breezy squeezed out a bleak smile, and the overly long eyelashes that were glued by blood were glued to his face because of moisture. Together, trembling, as if about to fall to the ground.

He lowered his head, pressing his forehead to the man's chest, his black hair tangled with his.

And the temperature was already cold.

Yin Hanjiang stood there, his eyes were dry, he felt at a loss, but when he looked around, the lead cloud had been suppressed, and the dust and sand were about to rise, but the surrounding fields were extremely peaceful at this moment.

He turned and walked into an oncoming rainstorm.

It's been years.

There are a lot of things left for Kuzhilou. After Yin Hanjiang and others came back, Xie Baiyi left all the big and small things to a few people to take care of.Together with Yin Hanjiang and Jing Qinglan, there are many things in the rivers and lakes, those who stay must always arrange, and the sects always need to be appeased.Not to mention that after this battle, the forces of all parties in the arena have been greatly reduced.

Only Kuzhilou, only Kuzhilou is astonishingly beautiful in Qing'an City as always. After winter, the city is full of snow, lining the deep walls and high pavilions, like a graceful woman raised in a deep boudoir. Attracted countless literati with their servants and invited friends, only willing to sit on the small pavilion by Qing'an Lake and warm a pot of wine.

Yin Hanjiang's life is still the same, getting up early to practice swords and doing business that seems never-ending.The seemingly randomly planted bokeh outside the window leaves darkness in front of the table, cutting out the figure of a woman:

"Master, please take a rest."

The past few months are like that rainstorm, which roared by in a hurry, but stopped abruptly on such an ordinary day. When Yin Hanjiang recovered, there was only a heavy snowfall left.

He wanted to meet Qin Yuanshan, but later he remembered that he had already returned to the old site of Anding Sword Sect.

Walking in the courtyard of the Kuzhi Building, I suddenly ran into Luo Qiunuan.The man smiled, dressed in a thick fox fur, and said "Master", the white breath from his breath was quietly submerged in the air, he lowered his eyes, and felt a chill when he passed by.

He knew he shouldn't think about it, but he finally couldn't help thinking about it today.

He didn't know where the man was buried.Luo Qiunuan didn't know, Le Weihan didn't know, Yin Hanjiang didn't know, he only knew that Xie Baiyi just frowned slightly, and called someone to take him away.When Fu Ronghuan came back, it was already late autumn, he didn't speak, he didn't ask, the blue eyes were entangled in his eye sockets, the line of his jaw became more and more sharp, his white hair and white clothes were still the same, but he couldn't hide his exhaustion.

Nothing changed, Yin Hanjiang started to take charge of the Kuzhilou, Xie Baiyi disappeared, Shu Tang took over the position of that person, there are still many people braved the snow, crossed the bridge, crossed the lake, came to this Kuzhilou, rejoicing One night, I walked back to the original place, waiting for the next din of luxury and money.

At this moment, he suddenly felt a piercing chill pouring into his collar and cuffs, as if his long-lost consciousness was revisiting on this certain day, making his five senses suddenly sharp in this plain snow.

He suddenly raised his head and fell to the ground, the snow was under it, and the soft touch penetrated into his clothes.

The icy blue sky only reveals a large irregular shape in the building, with a few dry leaves falling beside it.

He raised his hand to block the glare of the light.

The ground is wet, but the eye sockets are dry.

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I'm sorry, Pangpang really couldn't bear to abuse again, please don't slap me in the face~