[Quick Transmigration] Blame me for the abuse

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Suizhou

The light rain is new, and the thunder starts to sting.

"One year at the latest, it will not be saved."

The thunder was quite noisy, and the hearing was good, and the peasant women on the mountainside in the distance were yelling, dragging the three aunts, six women and men, and the muddy water splashed wet the rolled-up skirts, making those in the house lie on their backs, curled up. He looks quite complacent and comfortable while writing a book.The rain outside the window soon began to fall. This was an ordinary day. Not many people walked here. The teapots in the pharmacy outside the main house were screaming, and many distant voices were scattered and noisy in one place. It seemed more lively, unlike the medicine field outside the house. And Xinzhi's wet and lonely look.

The woman looks soft and dignified, but she doesn't have a trace of vitality when she speaks, making people feel cold all over her body. The man with his back to her didn't feel any discomfort. Xiaoyu took a look at her own herbs.

Ruxue's long hair didn't look like a real person because of the steaming tea mist in the room, he didn't want to speak at first, even if he did, it was even more boring because he didn't need anyone to answer.

The room was silent for a while, and the book was always full of secular dramas about power struggles. He thought it was funny, but he couldn't say anything, the account books and new medicines were floating in his mind.

The woman was counting in a low voice the ingredients needed for a dose of medicine, and he finally put down the book.

"I wanted to save his life, but it's just that I can't take care of him anymore."

He didn't turn his head to look at the woman, he just felt that he was a bit crazy talking to himself, and he smiled lightly, but his unborn appearance was hidden in the vague mist again.

"This Wen Nineteen is a figure that no one in today's martial arts world knows.

It is strange to say that for a person like him, no one knows how his martial arts are, presumably the martial arts are also common; Also unusual.Then why is this person famous all over the world?But wait for me to explain in detail. "

The storyteller obviously only said a few words, but he pretended to draw out the tone, flicked his sleeves, flicked his fan, and a cup of throat-soothing tea rolled down his stomach.

Most of the people around there were young and carefree sluts or big men who sneaked around and worked around.In such a small place where even Jianghu is only heard from taverns, these martial arts romances are just a small plate of beef served with wine. The rice grains in exchange for hard work are generally taken seriously.

The Chuisi Begonia blooms very well over there. Spring came late this year, and the warmth of mid-April just folded its body, and put the delicate and delicate hand of a boudoir girl on a corner of this small town, dyeing it tender. fresh green.

Jiang Yuan outside chose a good place, leaned against a tall tree and set up his stall with the word "Fu Yuan" written on it, and helped his hat, and then sat down in a spirited manner. It is the cautiousness of a layman, who is afraid that he will miss something and smash his own signboard, even if the signboard is originally worthless.

Jiang Yuan was still making up his homework at the moment, and it was not a pretense to take out the book. For this livelihood, he read it honestly.

The mist permeated the tip of the nose, and a not-so-disturbing fragrance of flowers passed through the clothes coolly, but when Jiang Yuan raised his head and approached his nose, nothing came of it.He paused, then lowered his head again.

But Jiang Yuan chose a good place.

There is a woman with a black skirt with flowers and green leaves, a coiled hairpin with smoke, and only a silver bead flower on the back of her head.She didn't seem to be trekking, but she was wearing a veil that hung down to her chest, and a string of emerald bead chains hung behind her temples and ears, making the skin on the side of her neck as white as snow.

Jiang Yuan was so stunned.

Such a woman cannot be seen in dreams, even if it is a storyteller, let alone in a play.

This woman is not water, but gorgeous beaded and embroidered neon clothes, gorgeous and luxurious pieced together with gold silk, jade and silk.Such an exquisite silver bead flower is described as plain, as if it is just a catkin blowing down beside the peony.

I was afraid that she would forget the woman's half-covered face the moment she lowered her eyes. Jiang Yuan was so wandering, after all, the soul of an ordinary person could not hold such a woman, but he was afraid that he would be stunned just because of that moment of wrong eyes. The memory was also dissipated by her cold eyebrows and a glance.

Jiang Yuan felt that he was being impolite, and he was slowly surprised, but saw the woman suddenly looked over, and the people on the side of the road started whispering.

"Young Master Jiang."

Someone was calling him.

Jiang Yuan immediately sat upright and smiled at the rich man whose head was still tilted towards the woman.

"Mr. Feng, is there any happy event today?"

And when he turned back when he had time, the woman was no longer there.

The man was sitting upright, playing with a long sword in his hand. It was like a cold pool in the ancient forest, dark and deep. Even if he wanted to look in, he still worried that the cold would freeze his bones.Anyone had no choice but to put away their thoughts of searching hastily, and sighed, besides the owner of Pinglan Villa, when would there be a second young man in this world who is as sharp and sharp as a sword.

But the woman does not seem to belong to this category. She raised her veil with her bare hands and took a sip of the tea.

The man on the opposite side was not moved by her beauty, and the woman was not afraid of his chill. Their hands were calloused, and they had saved a lot of politeness with each other many years ago.

"Young Master Le's trip must have gone smoothly."

The man didn't answer, and the woman poured a cup of tea on her own. The white porcelain was warm and moist, the tea leaves were green, and a wisp of tea mist rose up, entangled in the woman's slender and white fingertips.Presumably she had ordered the waiter, there was only a pot of good tea on the table, there was no other food and drink, and no one came to bother her.

I don't know where I found the best green-glazed incense burner in such a shop. The incense in the burner is not strong, but I feel very clear. The woman glanced at it, and slightly closed her eyes while drinking tea, as if she was quite satisfied.

"I had done what the master told me, so I wanted to take a walk around. I would go back to Qing'an in the ninth day of the lunar new year. I just happened to know that Mr. Le is here, so I came to bother you."

The two were originally on the same level, but the woman was so used to being respectful and alienated from them, and she hadn't changed it for many years, and the man had never thought of a reason to mind, so he just followed everyone else and let her call him that.

Originally, he looked alive only by holding his sword, but finally raised his head:

"What's the matter?"

The woman didn't feel offended by him, and was obviously quite familiar with the man, so she carefully replied to his short and cold question:

"Shu Chan recently went to Suizhou to do some trivial things, but Mr. Fu lives in seclusion, if it's something in the building, it's okay, now I'm afraid I will trouble Mr. Le."

Jiang Yuan put away the stall, just raised his head, but was startled by the woman in front of him.

It was very late in the evening, and the gray sky had a clean cyan blue at the corners. It was indescribably comfortable and cool, and the breeze filled his sleeves, which made Jiang Yuan feel good.The woman took off her veil, and her beautiful eyes, even though she had a delicate black color, were less charming because of the not too round and cold shape of the corners of her eyes.

Jiang Yuan didn't know why, and didn't speak, but the woman smiled, with a gentle and gorgeous smile, together with her glamorous facial features, all kinds of colors made people stunned.People around always slowed down and looked back frequently, but Jiang Yuan came back to his senses.

That smile is beautiful, it made his heart move, he always felt that such a gentle smile should not appear on this woman's face.

"What do you want to settle, girl?"

The woman is very interested and wants to take a test of Jiang Yuan.

"What's the matter, son?"

Jiang Yuan didn't know why, and he didn't shirk it. Relying on a half-baked trick he didn't know who he learned from, he pinched his fingers, and the breeze blew slightly, and his black hair brushed his sleeves.

"Whoever clasps the Jingfei startled the dream of the crane, the old man will come from a thousand miles away."

At this time, the wind is cool, as if the sleeves are blowing, and the afterglow is everywhere.

Wen Nineteen was carrying a jug of sake, his mind was clear, but he leaned against the window and wobbled as if he was about to fall.

The shopkeeper over there saw it and had no choice but to yell at him to be careful.

His long hair was tied in a mess at the back of his head, a few strands broke free from the shackles that were not taken seriously, scattered on his chest, blown up by the wind, and spread in front of Wen Nineteen's eyes. He simply took off the hairpin and crown, let let it go.

Just as he was about to pour wine into his mouth, he jumped down suddenly, and when he landed without a sound, he seemed to be standing by the window on the other side in an instant. Unfortunately, there was a lot of people on this floor, but no one paid attention to him.

"Young master." He was lying by the window, smiling, and his voice was not too loud, just enough for Jiang Yuan downstairs to hear clearly.

Jiang Yuan was walking slowly towards the temporary residence with a bunch of miscellaneous things, then raised his head.

"This son." The man shouted again, Jiang Yuan squinted his eyes and looked up at him. The man looked ordinary, with only one pair of eyes, which were brilliant and impressive.

When Jiang Yuan first met, thinking about the fact that he had never had any impression before, he could only ask with a smile, "Do you want to do a fortune-telling, my lord?"

The man made a gesture to signal him to wait a moment, and the wide sleeves drew a distorted arc in the air, and there was a sound of complaints from the little girl being hit, followed by a bang and bang sound, turning around In an instant, Jiang Yuan saw a man waving a fan standing at the door.

Only then did Jiang Yuan observe the man carefully.

He was dressed in a blue and gray gown, but he didn't look like a person from the rivers and lakes. He smiled quite brightly, his eyes narrowed slightly, and he looked careless and undefended. A pot of tea.

"I really want to ask the young master to do the math."

The man was not too close, but he just gave people a very friendly and friendly look. The fan painted with landscapes was put aside, and he poured tea for Jiang Yuan. People have good feelings.

Jiang Yuan looked at the fan that was casually placed on the table, with sixteen ivory fan bones, no random people in the world would have such interest.

"What does the young master count, marriage, luck or fortune?"

"No no no."

The man laughed, with a slight smell of alcohol on his body, but he didn't stick to the leisurely movement of drinking tea. He drank a cup of tea and narrowed his eyes quite comfortably. The willful flair that infects people unexpectedly makes this ordinary appearance a bit extraordinary.

"I want the young master to give me a position."

"This is very interesting." Jiang Yuan thought for a while.In such a small town, he used to eat casually, but this person is not like he can be dismissed casually, but he is also curious about what day it is today, and he meets two such strange people. "Could it be that the young master also wants to pass the exam?"

"That's not true." The man closed his fan and tapped his palm lightly, as if he was following the beat of the woman singing in the teahouse: "I have an urgent matter, but I don't have a clue where to get it done. Point one or two."

Jiang Yuan smiled, followed his example, and drank a cup of tea in one go.

"Suizhou is a good place. It just so happens that I also intend to go there. Young Master, I would like to go with you."

The man still smiled casually, and replied:

"Naturally, I'll hear about Nineteen."

"I'm going to Jiangyuan."

Suizhou

"Mr. Jiang, do you have any acquaintances in Suizhou?"

Jiang Yuan was busy looking for a place to live, but Wen Shijiu looked leisurely, waving a fan, wearing an ordinary gray robe, only a black dragon and phoenix brocade belt tied around his waist, his black hair tied up, showing a handsome and upright man stature.

"Jiang is used to being single, so naturally he has no acquaintances in Suizhou."

To be precise, since Jiang Yuan arrived in this world, he has been alone in a ruined temple in a small town, except for some miscellaneous trivial memories of heresy and a few strange moves that he can occasionally recall. Only his not-so-bad qinggong gave him some support.The empty memory didn't bother him very much, he just followed the occasional prompts from the system to do the work of a magic stick.He stopped and walked all the way until he met Wen Shijiu.

"In that case, Mr. Jiang has nowhere to go in Suizhou for the time being?"

Jiang Yuan thought for a while, and replied: "It's okay, I still have some trivial money on me, enough to last for a while." Lightness kung fu is just a guarantee for people like him who don't want to cause trouble. A young rich man passing by a small town, accompanied by several domestic servants with unfathomable martial arts, although he looks low-key and tight, the things around him are not ordinary. Jiang Yuan finally did not go too far, and only stole some pieces from him at night. Yin gave up, hoping not to offend anyone and get into trouble.

"Young Master Jiang, you are welcome. I have a good friend in Suizhou. If you bother me this time, Young Master Jiang will go with you. My friend is always hospitable, so I won't mind."

As Wen Nineteen spoke, he bought some roadside snacks, threw them into his mouth casually, handed some broken silver to the roadside vendor, and naturally stuffed another bag into Jiang Yuan's hand.

"Then Jiang will trouble the young master."

Seeing Jiang Yuan take a bite of the dessert in his hand, Wen Nineteen patted his palm with the handle of his fan, and said with a smile, "Let's go, there is a shop over there, let's eat glutinous rice cold cake, the noodle soup next to it is also very good .”