[Quick Transmigration] Blame me for the abuse

There are already many stories in this world, many people only heard about them in passing from the teahouse officials, and those who are idle only added a few words, and the spread changed in a blink of an eye. Really average.

There are more stories about Ming Suijiao.

The Central Plains always looked at Baicheng far away in the Western Regions with hostility and inquiry. In fact, the earliest Mingsui sects in this Baicheng were all relocated from the Central Plains, and they lived together for many years. The big and small things in the city must be different from ordinary people or the Central Plains.

Even the temperament of the people in this sect is indeed the same as what outsiders say, a little more surly and ruthless.

When the fifth son was 15 years old, he made a blind medicine, but it was of no great use. As soon as he took the medicine, he felt as if he was dying. The Gu is about to break out, I saw the twilight scarlet corner outside the house entrenched on the side of the mountains, I dragged it deliberately, thinking that I caught a spy outside a few days ago, so I asked someone to come and try this medicine man How does the poison on the body pass through the human body?

The result was quite to her liking, the elder who taught poison was amazed that she was a genius, she looked at the medicine man for a while, and when she returned to Yiyuan's yard, only the first yuan was in unbearable pain when the poison came out. Blood all over the house.

A few days later, Wu Ning scolded her a few words because of her torturing Yiyuan and driving him crazy in pain, which alarmed many elders.However, that person was always quiet on the side, only when she left, she followed slowly, and still didn't speak, only when she cut his side face with a dagger like on the wedding night, she opened her indifferent eyes with a little panic. Match her.

She didn't intend to do these boring things.

First Yuan is at least superficially honest, but Fifth Ning doesn't like him. Originally, Fifth Ning was the most favored by the old leader's wife, so he saw Yiyuan's facial features similar to those of the old leader when he was young, and thought about the old leader. When he was young, he had a romantic affair, and he always hated him for no reason.

Fifth Ning has never been a troublesome character, if Wu Ning wanted it, she had no choice but to go along with her, even if that person always watched her practice sword quietly when he was free, even if she saw that the person knew her because of knowing her. It was the surprised look of the woman, even though the man had clean brows and smiled when she accidentally let him go out, even if he saw the man burning candles all night because of Gu worm attack, he was always more frivolous because of his youth. Arrogance and stubbornness, stubbornness has never moved a single thought.

After many years, the fifth descendant stood on the lake, the dagger in his hand was poisoned.

One fell into the water, and the other long sword was stuck obliquely in the cabin, and was buried messily among the luggage left by the people who jumped overboard.

Looking at the person opposite who seemed to remain calm, Fifth Yayi didn't speak, his brows were sharp, but a mocking expression appeared on his indifferent manly face.

Like a dagger cutting through flesh and scraping off skin.

Yi Yuan suddenly knelt down at the stern of the boat.

He couldn't describe the pain, but it was no stranger to it.

During the many years in Baicheng, he thought that he would no longer be afraid of these Gu worms, but even though he was familiar with them, the pain did not ease at all.

The palm of his hand holding the ordinary dagger bought anywhere was cut, but even the groan was terribly weak. He tried to raise his head, but only saw a fog of blood in front of him.

Because of the pain, distorted bones, and eyes covered by blood, he was all too familiar with himself like this.

Before that person's white clothes fell in front of him like snow, he even thought he was dead.

"Fifth Hierarch, show mercy."

The voice was cold and frightening, but he was not moved by the scene. Many things flashed in Jiang Yuan's mind in a short moment. If he survived today, who would save him, but he never thought about this person. Wuxia's martial arts are outstanding, and there are few opponents in the Central Plains martial arts.

When the person arrives and the sword arrives, a cold light flashes, and the sword's intent is lingering.

Pinglan Villa, Jing Qinglan.

Shu Chan is wearing an eight-panel skirt with a stone-blue bottom, the green silk is coiled up, and a top flower bead is inserted obliquely.Her temperament seems to be colder, but it is because she is not as young as when she was young, she has a lot of thoughts on one person, and her voice has learned to be stable and soft when talking to others, which makes people feel quite comfortable.

But the son of the head of Su was not very satisfied, he only listened to the general idea, but he hesitated to speak.

"Then this time, we still rely on Kuzhilou."

Shu Tang didn't like to smile in front of people, so he just added a glass of water for him.

"Su Shaoxia can't say that, you have to go to the master to pass the test."

Su Haokun's eldest son liked beauties, but he was not presumptuous at this time, he only frowned slightly.

"I know Miss Shu Chan's ability, but it's only been a few years since she was stable, but it's not peaceful. Pinglan Villa has been in contact with my faction in recent years, and they can still support them together, but if Kuzhilou doesn't show up ,but it is..."

The woman didn't look at him, she just drank tea by herself, Su Shaoxia was talking, but paid attention to the woman's expression, he only paused for a moment, and then continued:

"Then I'll wait for news from Miss Shu Chan, but there is one more thing."

Having already guessed the man's purpose, Shu Tang felt a little tired, stood up, opened the window, and dissipated some of the heat in the room, facing the lazy fragrance of flowers and the humidity of the lake in late spring.

"Shaoxia Su, please tell me."

"I'm waiting for something. I want to ask Mr. Fu to come forward."

Just as the young master of the Pill City Sect was sent away, Shu Chan went downstairs unhurriedly and walked to the master's place. On the way, he met Tang Yi, and Shu Chan nodded slightly as a greeting. One is an old-fashioned man, with his collar buttoned up reservedly, and he is wearing a round-neck gown with moiré brocade, which complements the hundred-year-old braid that hangs down to his waist, just like when he was a teenager.

Shu Chan didn't like to talk to him, so he walked forward through some pavilions and pavilions, the courtyards were scattered and unique, and finally arrived in front of the owner's building.

She raised her head slightly, and the master was by the window, presumably because there were so many things to do recently, she just had a moment of leisure and was drinking.

"Owner."

The man turned his back to Shu Chan, Shu Chan didn't dare to look around, he just lowered his head, restrained his breath, and stood quietly on the side.

"The Dancheng faction wants to invite Mr. Fu to come to the building."

The man seemed to be thinking about other things, so he didn't answer, Shu Chan didn't dare to say any more, he just stepped forward to fill the wine for him, glanced at the rice paper spread out on the table, and returned it knowingly, An Sheng waited.

"Pinglan Villa wants to save the first yuan."

The owner of the Kuzhilou turned around, and he held the transparent jade lamp in his hand, holding a pen in his right hand, soaked in ink, and paced slowly in front of the case.

So it makes sense.

Jing Qinglan, the owner of Pinglan Villa, is an aspiring young chivalrous man despite his excellent swordsmanship, unlike Le Weihan, who is a martial idiot. Now that they are together, if they want to save the first yuan, one party owes Ku Zhilou a favor, which is considered fair.

"The master...?"

Shu Chan doesn't guess casually, even if the results are in front of her eyes, she is not as casual as Luo Qiunuan because of her ability to read people's hearts, she always asks to understand.

"In this way, I had no choice but to neglect the fifth descendant. Fu Ronghuan was used to doing whatever he wanted, so he let him go this time. It's just that Luo Qiunuan went against his original intention, which is quite surprising.

In the end, he smiled to himself and let the matter go.

"Suizhou has made a lot of noise recently, don't teach people to think that Kuzhilou cares so much."

The man spoke in a calm, unhurried tone, as if casually talking about ordinary trifles of distant relatives he had never met.

After following him for many years, Shu Chan also understood what he meant. He just wanted to mention Zhao's house in Suizhou later, to see the master put the paperweight back on, and then retreated silently, looking at the sky in the distance.

Spring is longing for rain.

Yangqing Town is a small town.

There is only one inn in the town, and the inn only has two servants, including the shopkeeper, the back kitchen and the sweeping mother. There are five people in total. Although not every household in this town knows each other, there is only this one place for passers-by to come and go.

In Jiao Town here, even gossip is boring, and it is quiet today. Ah Quan was originally just one of the only two inn servants in Yangqing Town. He was just lazily feeding the horse of the only guest, stuffed a few bundles of hay, and wandered out of the yard.Move a stool, the sun outside is very good, and the inn lobby is also warm, so I doze off here.Until the new guest opened the door, he still squinted his eyes leisurely and refused to open them.

"How many people?"

"Two."

The voice was not high, nor hostile, just steady and solemn, and suddenly made people feel chills all over, but it didn't have the meaning of horror. He opened his eyes eagerly to see how graceful it was.

"Come, come, two, above the two rooms?"

But Ah Quan was disappointed. That person's tall and straight figure and extraordinary appearance were enough for Ah Quan to talk about for a few days, but this person was wearing a long bamboo hat, which only pleasing to the eye but even more so. curious.Even though there are knight-errants passing by here, there are very few of them who make Ah Quan, who has no vision, feel graceful.

The man was still supporting someone by his side, but it was still wrapped tightly. Ah Quan suddenly felt weird, and only then did he react.Just as I was going to get the sign, I saw the tall and straight man hesitated for a moment, and said:

"Two more rooms."

Luo Qiunuan casually picked up the fan, showing a slight smile, with a refined look, showing some dimples but not frivolous.

In that dewy and cool night, I was drunk and stepped on the pine moon.At night in Suizhou, in a rather clean house, he just exchanged pleasantries, which made people feel comfortable.

"Master Zhao, this is indeed a rich house."

The wealthy businessman who was born in a fragrant family laughed, he should be just at the right age to understand the ups and downs of the world, but this man seems to have been tempered for years, hiding caution in his eyes, and replied:

"It's just that I'm in a small house, so I'm afraid I'll neglect a few of you. Money and the like are trivial matters."

Even though it is cool at night, it is already approaching early summer. The Zhao family is rich, but how many acres is occupied by this courtyard. Ordinary people just think about it, but they have never looked into any boundary of this luxurious courtyard.

He didn't say much, he seemed to really feel that what Zhao Chu said was true, Mr. Jin Yi was dressed tightly, playing with a fan in his hand.

"Sixteen ivory fan bones are a good thing."

Zhao Chu didn't know what he meant, so he just poured the sake and continued:

"It was originally a gift from a friend of mine. The handicraft of a master in Zhaodu and the calligraphy of an old gentleman in Suizhou. Zhao and his friend each got a copy. They lamented that although there are many shops in the Zhao family, there is no such good thing."

Luo Qiunuan closed the fan, and the good oolong tea over there was a little hot, which he liked, so he didn't mention the fan anymore.

"That friend is not in the mansion now?"

Putting the tea aside, Zhao Chu knew it well, and when he couldn't guess, he simply answered truthfully.

"I have left Suizhou for many days."

"Suizhou is really good. It was originally a place for self-cultivation, but there are too many things to do, and everyone can't stay idle. Those two adults have set off for the north in the past few days. Mr. Zhao finally wants to breathe a sigh of relief."

Luo Qiunuan said this in a casual manner, Zhao Chu always felt relieved and nodded in agreement.