[Quick Transmigration] Blame me for the abuse

The smell of dry firewood and cooking smoke has faded due to the damp rain this morning, but it still floats in the half-filled room under the sun.

Yiyuan stretched out his hand to grope, and touched the cold hilt of the sword.The hilt of the sword was pulled away from his hand, and there was a slight noise around him. He closed his eyes, groggy, and couldn't see clearly even if he opened them. Jing Qinglan still spoke out:

"Thank you, Master Jing."

The man in white never revealed his identity. For Jing Qinglan, this was just a muddy water that he had to wade through.He didn't speak, he was sitting by the bed just to prevent the pain of the former Demon Cult leader who couldn't see clearly for the time being.He didn't show any fatigue, just answered indifferently:

"It's okay."

The first yuan, that is, Jiang Yuan, pursed his somewhat dry lips: "I'm so down and down now, so I'm also curious, what's the main purpose of Jingzhuang?"

There was no fluctuation on Jing Qinglan's face, but Jiang Yuan picked up a cup of tea by the hilt of his sword, and Jiang Yuan drank it slowly, so he said unhurriedly.

"The leader understands in his heart, there is no need to be polite."

Jiang Yuan couldn't tell why, but he showed a faint smile like this.

"Wake up in the next sleep, the dynasty will change, and the world will change. The owner said so, but he is making fun of me."

Even though Jing Qinglan was so smart, he didn't always understand the Devil's Cult, so he naturally guessed that the first leader of the previous leader was just living in chaos like rumors, and he was afraid that he was just carrying the name of the leader in all matters.

If it wasn't for that trip to Baicheng, I'm afraid no one will know many secrets.

He tilted his head, his eyes were like the calm sea.

"So, as long as the leader is alive, that's fine."

青安

In the middle of the street is the best restaurant in Qing'an, and there is a couplet hanging outside the door: "Winter bamboo shoots, wild rice, white, salty and six flavors, deer lips and camel hooves, up and down eight treasures". Talking to the accountant, he only has a thin mustache on his face, his face is round, but he looks serious and scary.

Habitually looking around the restaurant, one inadvertently saw the fan in the man's hand. Although he didn't seem to be flustered in his footsteps, he quickly came to the door to meet him.

"Boss, that Young Master is already waiting upstairs."

Wen Nineteen smiled, and walked in without saying a word.

Upstairs is the wind swing Heya room.

The shopkeeper in front of Wen Nineteen turned around and backed away. Wen Nineteen stood outside the door for a while, pressing his slender fingers on the fan bone, and stayed quietly in the light and dark place outside the door.

Finally, he put on a smile and pushed open the door.

"Everyone in the world has said that the owner of Jing is unparalleled in the world because he is dressed in white. From this point of view, the gray clothes can't hide the extraordinary aura of the owner."

The man in the room stood up, nodded slightly, and didn't comment on his words. He just had no expression on his face, which was regarded as a greeting.

"Jing wants an answer."

Wen Nineteen didn't sit down honestly, opened the window a little, didn't sit down, just wandered around in the room, his black hair was tied up obediently this time, squinting at the dust floating in the room.

"The owner may ask."

"Where is the fifth descendant now?"

Wen Nineteen originally turned his face to the side, but this time he finally looked back, his smile was still casual, and he always looked confident and at ease.Jing Qinglan looked at the man's eyes that had nothing to do with the vulgar appearance, the clear color inside seemed to pass through the sunlight leaking through a window, which made his mind flicker.

"Fifty miles west of Qing'an."

Jing Qinglan put down a top-quality water species in his hand as a thank you gift, and was about to leave. Only then did Wen Nineteen turn his gaze to the place where the man was sitting quietly.

The fifth descendant should kill the first Yuan. Ming Suijiao has gradually stabilized in recent years, and the former leader who has been dead for many years is the blood of the old leader. Once in power, it is only natural to want to eliminate this hidden danger. Jing Qinglan is from the Central Plains, so he shouldn't be involved in this matter. It is a restraint on Ming Suijiao.

"Although the fifth son is arbitrary and ruthless, Baicheng still has other affairs in charge. If Master Jing wants to save people, he must hurry up, and if he wants to kill people, he must hurry up."

The rain in Qingyang Town is very gentle.

This is a rainy solar term. Qingyang Town is only on the edge of Qing'an, so it is not counted as the south. The rain was pattering, and it only fell for one night. It was damp and clean.The back kitchen made the porridge, stirred it with an iron spoon, and brought out a comfortable rice fragrance. Although I had to get up early, I felt refreshed.After a while, it fell quietly again. Ah Quan boiled hot water and was about to complain as usual, but the sky cleared up. It looked like the material for the brocade robe newly pulled from the city by a young man from outside the town. It was bright and soft look.A few branches of winter jasmine are delicately growing in the yard, soaked in water vapor, it gives people the illusion of being born in a scholarly mansion, surrounded by beautiful maidservants holding books and reciting speeches.

At this time, only a little whiteness was visible in the sky, and few people in the town had woken up yet, but Ah Quan was talking to the third child who had just entered the door this morning after returning home yesterday.

"You don't know, the two guests who stayed in the hotel yesterday."

Ah Quan approached and lowered his voice a bit: "I went to deliver hot water last night. I'm afraid that the magistrate's son-in-law would not be able to hold his head up in front of him, but alas, two men live in the same room, and I don't know." Why, but did not turn off the lights all night."

The third child was only chopping firewood at ease, but after hearing what he said, he raised his head.

"Don't talk nonsense, the shopkeeper knows he will punish you."

"Why are you so dull? Alas, I don't want to talk too much with you. I'm surprised. Is it so prevalent in the world?"

The third child didn't like to listen to his gossip, so he put down the cloth after setting up the table and chairs, and walked to the door to sweep, but a shadow fell in front of him, he raised his head, and Ah Quan had already come over here, looking very amazed.

It was a plain white crown, not expensive satin, only clean thick cloth with some apricot color, the wooden frame was probably made of excellent material, before it stopped, the curtain moved due to the wind , There is a burst of fresh air mixed with the fragrance of medicine, which makes people feel comfortable.

The woman by the sedan chair stepped forward, combing the hairstyle of a young girl who has never left the house, with a bun on the top, a round bun and a swallowtail, also made of plain eggshell green material all over her body, the proud man stopped at the door, only one step away from the threshold Although there is not much water, it has not yet dried out. The woman bent down and spread a layer of embroidered handkerchief on the ground, and then stepped forward to lift the curtain. The scent of the medicine was more clearly distinguished, not bitter. , with some herbal aroma accumulated over the years.

Ah Quan first saw a pair of extremely white hands, the fingertips were stained a little medicine-colored, and when the man stepped on the brocade handkerchief wearing frost-coloured short boots embroidered with crane and cloud patterns, he completely forgot what to say.

The man seemed to be unaware of his appearance, a pair of cold and half-closed phoenix eyes swept across the two people who were standing there with some doubts, and another burst of medicinal fragrance blew past, the maid pushed open the door of the shop that was not open in the morning, the man Already entered the store.

Luo Qiunuan was originally reading in the corridor outside the attic, but here Shu Tang walked over unhurriedly, wearing a cinnabar-colored skirt embroidered with begonia flowers and luan tail patterns, a red and gray lotus-colored waistband, and only a silver grate to tie her hair It was half-up, and a layer of rouge was lightly applied to the lips, making the cold face softer.In recent years, Shu Chan's appearance has become milder for no reason than in previous years. The originally straight arcs of the corners of his eyes and mouth when he was a teenager are habitually curved, showing a somewhat unaccustomed but familiar look.

I don't know where such a cold and gorgeous woman inherited such a demeanor, so Luo Qiunuan slightly averted her eyes, nodded and signaled her to sit down.

The small pond in front of him seemed to be the work of a famous artist, with several flowers, plants, strange rocks and a small pavilion reflected. The woman sat down by the water in the pavilion, and then she spoke.

"By the fact that the owner of Jinglan Village has come to Qing'an, Mr. Fu also left Suizhou a few days ago. The master sent me to ask Mr. Luo. If you want to go outside the city, I'm afraid it's best to start tonight."

Naturally understanding what she meant, Luo Qiunuan closed the book, pushed aside the ermine blanket, and sat up slightly.

"Trouble master, master has a generous nature, so he won't care that I changed my mind temporarily that day. Feeling unsatisfactory."

Shu Tang withdrew her smile, but still had a gentle expression on her face. She glanced at the shadows of the two in the water, separated by a short distance, but they had not changed their strange appearance for many years, and continued: "Even if the master is in the building, I don't like to have a look at everything, Mr. Luo handles it according to his will, and it is finally comfortable."

"Then thank the master."

Luo Qiunuan half-rolled the book again, and then turned her gaze back to the page. Shu Chan sensed that he didn't want to chat anymore, but continued in a rare way:

"This was originally Mr. Luo's business. Shu Chan shouldn't say too much."

The woman stood up, her black hair fell on her narrow waist, she had met in the building for many years, and she always greeted them lightly, never had any quarrel, and never returned to the original unconcerned heart, she is rare and much more The words made Luo Qiunuan feel a little interested, so she also put down the book on the side table and listened attentively to her.

"These days, there are more foreigners in the Central Plains Wulin, Shu Chan also met one, presumably Mr. Luo also knows it, although because of the one in Baicheng, the master is also somewhat interested in him, it's rare to be curious, so I invite you He calculated a hexagram, but he didn't have any intentions at first, but what he said was very interesting, although what he said may not be exactly what he thought, if Mr. Luo has spare time, he might as well ask him a question, and it is finally for this After an annoyance, leave something interesting."

Shu Chan said these whispers, and felt that she was a little busy, it didn't matter who the "old friend" that person said was, she shouldn't be serious about these casual words.

Before Luo Qiunuan could reply, the woman walked away through the porch, leaving only a cold musk scent with perilla leaves behind.

Just like the silence when spring comes, when it leaves suddenly, due to the warming sunlight and sharp insects, there is a field of thriving plants left behind.When Jing Qinglan rushed back from Qing'an, the scent of medicine in the small inn in Qingyang Town had not yet dissipated. The youngest child responded to the maid's request and left a letter. Jing Qinglan thanked her. In a hurry, it should have been stable for a long time, so I deliberately avoided this worldly matter.

White bones are born in plain hands, and white hair is covered with white snow.

It's not that Jing Qinglan has never been curious about Mr. Fu in the world's population. Although he had contact with him many years ago because of the poison, even if the rumors are mixed, Mr. Fu has an excellent appearance, and it is not a day to talk about being lonely and treacherous.After all, because of the favor he owed many years ago, he couldn't help but show some care to the people in Kuzhilou.

After all, seeing the beautiful sun, Jing Qinglan stayed here for a few days, and felt that the daylight in this small town was too long, which abraded people's temper. In addition, even if he didn't like to join in the fun, Yiyuan planned to go out to enjoy the sun. As soon as the sun came out, Jing Qinglan thought of the chaos in front of his eyes and didn't know when it would come, so Jing Qinglan went with him to play the game.

Master Jing did not bring any luggage for this trip, and he did not even have any entourage. Jiang Yuan walked slowly on the side of the road. Because he had slept a lot recently, he was in a tight mood at the moment. Jing Qinglan didn't say a word halfway, and walked all the way until noon Only then did I find a private room by the window in a restaurant to sit down.

"Master Jing, there is one thing I don't understand."

The noon sun was dazzling, and it was rare for Jiang Yuan to have time to sit quietly with him. Jing Qinglan's brows and eyes were quite sharp, and the sword eyebrows that flew obliquely into the temples. His eyes were not narrow and long, and they were not as round as the handsome man. They were always penetrating. He is never shy to restrain his sharpness, and when his face is expressionless, he just feels calm, which is different from Le Weihan's fierceness, who has never been deliberately cold and indifferent when he grew up in the dark. His fierceness is the result of years Grinding, stable and prudent, flesh and blood, and four seasons.

The tea in the tea bowl was steaming, Jing Qinglan didn't move his chopsticks, Jiang Yuan felt a little full, hesitated for a long time before finally speaking:

"Master Jing, have you been to Qing'an yet?"

He has seen Jing Qinglan's appearance many years ago, when he was already well-known in the world, with half of his black hair tied behind his head and half scattered on his shoulders and waist. Shallowly evoked a little arc, even if there was a sense of calm and seldom indulgent, it was always different from the unsmiling sayings in the rumors, but the young man who was once favored by Master Jing had never noticed it, or had noticed it, but Don't want to be proud of being favored.

Because of this unreasonable distraction, Jiang Yuan thought of other people. Fortunately, Jing Qinglan spoke lightly, which made him calm down suddenly.

"Set off at sunset."

Before he could say a word, Jiang Yuan turned his head to look out the window, and suddenly tightened his pupils.

Jing Qinglan stood up and put his hands on the hilt of his sword.

He raised his hand to pick up a cup of tea, and the flickering in his eyes was covered when the cup was lifted.

Jing Qinglan has drawn his sword out of its sheath.

If someone can remember such a scene many years later, they must pour a jug of wine with everyone and cut a small plate of beef, so as to arouse the pride in their hearts and explain clearly that day when they met on a narrow road, the peerless swordsman shocked the world with his sword.

The season in Qingyang Town is getting hotter.

When the white clothes fell down, the sound of cicadas shattered on the side of the street, and the chatter of tea rippled among the cups, and before it had time to splash out a bit of the not so clear tea fragrance in ordinary alleys, the name of the owner of Pinglan Villa, which is well-known all over the world. The point of the sword was already in front of the man, but the man just smiled, the cold light was like snow, like the June snow growing outside the tea shop, it instantly filled the street.

His sword was also a hair's breadth away from Jing Qinglan's.

He was so easy, with just one move, he was tied with Jing Qinglan.

Jiang Yuan could only hear a loud noise in his ears, coming from the distance of the street where needles could be heard because of the shocking blow, rumbling, like the sound of rain, mixed with the noise squeezed out from between his lips, teeth and eyebrows. Surprised and flustered.

The man seemed to always have such a leisurely look, with a crow blue jade brocade gown, sixteen ivory fan bones biting his mouth, the top quality water species hanging from the fan handle swaying slightly, but his eyes were dark and profound.The warm sunlight was just right, when Jiang Yuan looked sideways from the window of the teahouse, the man raised his head slightly, rushing him into the eyes filled with amber brilliance.

He put away the sword, and the pendant swung back and forth for acceptance, which made Jing Qinglan's expression inexplicable.

"Farewell from Suizhou, it's best to travel with old friends."

The man raised his head, as if he had been with him for many days, and his smile passed through the room like a breeze, as if betrayal and farewell had never happened in the past, Wen Nineteen must have some stubborn pride that was hidden deeply, which is rarely the case. Looking at him from bottom to top, because the way he raised his head and narrowed his eyes slightly, Jiang Yuan was in a trance.

The uproar went away.

Jing Qinglan was still dressed in white to win the snow. When Jiang Yuan looked back, his black eyes were covered with a layer of mist, with the cold dew that had not faded in the early morning. There was silence and emptiness. The mist turned into ice-cold dew, which melted in those dark eyes.

He hadn't seen him for several years, but because of this sword, he finally realized it.

Even if Jing Qinglan is so proud of his strength of character, so silently standing still, there is nothing he can do.

But no matter what, the sunlight in this town is so prosperous today.

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Jing Qinglan suddenly realized Wen Nineteen's identity.