Cultivation card draw NPC

Although they fought earth-shatteringly, but because the enchantment has the function of silence and defense, it did not cause unnecessary panic.

The monks along the road received the news and continued to search for the traces of the demon cultivator. Not long after, news came out of Shangguan's family that the eldest daughter died of a sudden illness. The poison pill was sent to Shangqing for research by the medical cultivator. It was repaired until it was as good as before, and everything was as usual, as if nothing had happened.

Jiang Qinfeng hadn't seen Chai Jingyan for a long time, and he didn't know what he was like alone. He wanted to enter the fairyland several times, but was rejected. He had never received such a cold reception from his master in five years.

Whenever he failed, he would always hold the warm and white plum blossom jade pendant, wishing to burn a hole in it with his eyes, and always at such times, Jiang Youlin would gently hold his hand to make him happy.

Speaking of returning to Linjiang City in the past few days, although the aura is not as abundant as in the realm of cultivation, there are dedicated people to take care of everything, and the food and clothing are the best. Jiang Youlin's brains for managing city affairs are only to please people , I can't wait to dedicate everything to my younger brother in this short period of time.

Whether it is rare and rare toys that are hard to come by, or interesting and fresh gadgets on the market, they are all sent to Jiang Qinfeng like flowing water, causing people in the mansion to say that if he is an emperor, he must be a faint king who has subjugated the country. But other foolish kings gave all their bo beauties a smile, this one is a bit of a wimp, and he will be satisfied if he does everything he can to make his younger brother's brows relax.

The Mr. Jiang, who will come to things, also carefully planned small activities such as enjoying fireworks and visiting ancient temples, vowing to make his younger brother's holiday schedule full.

At first, Jiang Qinfeng would agree, but after more... he had to start worrying about his spiritual power——

These few incidents made him realize that no matter in cultivation or in games, the big fist is the real big one.

So, like a friend who refused to invite him out to play during the exam preparation, he said to those beautiful almond eyes:

"Playing with brother for the past few days, I am very happy, but it also delays a lot of progress in practice. From today onwards, I have to practice swords with Brother Xie."

When he said this, his expression was sincere and his eyes were innocent, he was just telling the truth what he planned in his heart.

There are too many places where spiritual power will be used in the future, and there is no room for him to slack off.

To purify living beings, defeat demon cultivators, even tear off the imprisonment on the top of the fairyland, rush in and scold the master who hides completely after being emotional, which one does not rely on cultivation?

Jiang Youlin was stunned for a long time, his lips parted slightly, as if frozen by these words, it took him a while to understand.

"What's wrong with you? You look so ugly. I'm really, really sorry, but if I don't practice, I'll be in a panic every day, and I won't be able to enjoy myself..." The little boy hurriedly explained.

Jiang Youlin came back to his senses, shook his head, and let out a foul breath from between his lips and teeth.

"……fine."

The candlelight slanted on half of Jiang Youlin's snow-white face. He smiled beautifully. He had never shown such a perfect smile in front of Jiang Qinfeng. Even the upturned corners of his mouth were just right.

Standing at the intersection of light and shadow, between black and white, he has a strange beauty that captures the soul.

Jiang Qinfeng also took the little white dog back to the refugee camp, naturally looking for Kou Yuanhua.

The refugees from Shangjiang City were resettled in the refugee slum five years ago, and now it has become an ordinary residential area with white walls and tile roofs, where the elderly and children are happy. It seems that Linjiang City has been managed very well in the past five years.

Those refugees have already integrated into the local life and started a new life after the catastrophe. Many people are praising Young Master Jiang for his good deeds. Linjiang City today and the reconstruction of the refugee slum cannot be separated from the management of the small city owner.

Jiang Qinfeng searched to no avail, only learned of many rumors of big beggars.

It is said that he was a chivalrous man, and when he saw thugs and robbers, he would take action to teach him a lesson. After some righteous deeds, he didn't ask for anything in return, and disappeared without a trace in a blink of an eye. The only thing that made people dissatisfied——

Kou Yuanhua is highly skilled in martial arts, but he doesn't kill demons.

Don't kill the devil?

Jiang Qinfeng guessed, is there any relationship between the secret behind the demon and the reason for Kou Yuanhua's break with Short Life?

He was too eye-catching, walking in the world will inevitably attract people's attention everywhere. Along the way, many people have whispered, asking which young master he is, and some interested people have guessed that this little fairy with a snow dog in his arms is the second son who came home to visit relatives recently. son.

Jiang Qinfeng didn't care about these things, but he was used to it. He couldn't stop going out just because others were staring at him, right?

Holding Jiang Xiaofeng in his arms, he wandered around, wanting to buy some small gifts for Shangqing's teachers and friends. Although the Jiang Mansion has a lot of treasures, the most important thing is to choose the gifts by hand.

The value of a piece of spirit stone is three times that of the world's currency. Jiang Qinfeng bought it when he saw it. Before he knew it, the magic weapon of space was full, so he had to carry it in his hand.

"Huh? Isn't that... Brother Xie?"

He bumped into Xie Lingtan unexpectedly.

At this time, the afterglow of the setting sun is shining lightly on the red and green cornices with a layer of light gold. There are many shops on both sides of the street, and there is an endless stream of pedestrians.

It was obviously a lively time, but Xie Lingtan stood alone in it but looked out of place, like a sharp sword sticking there, with sharp eyebrows, frost and snow.

Jiang Qinfeng paused, feeling that he looked at him very differently.

"Thank you, what's wrong with you?"

Seeing that it was him, Xie Lingtan immediately came over and took the neatly packaged gift in his hands. At the moment of handing over, the two were very close, and Jiang Qinfeng saw distress in Xie Lingtan's purple eyes.

Jiang Qinfeng thought it's okay to feel distressed, it's not that heavy...

"Now that you're all here, let's go shopping together."

The two of them walked side by side on the street, and it was rare for them to be at ease, and they were not in a hurry to go home for a while.

Behind them, the first-quarter moon crept quietly in the dark blue sky, the moonlight was hazy and shy, and cast two long shadows on the bluestone board, overlapping and separating, separating and overlapping.

Back in the mansion, this damn gentleness and inexplicable pity are not over yet.

After dinner, it should be time for them to meditate and practice sword moves together, but Xie Lingtan looked a little strange.

A sword flew towards him, but he was still distracted. If Jiang Qinfeng hadn't mastered this set of sword skills, he would definitely hurt Xie Lingtan.

"What's the matter with you? Are you still fighting?" Jiang Qinfeng put away his sword and scratched his head.

With a thud, the branch of the brown pear brought down by the sword wind fell to the ground, and the sweet juice fell out.

Xie Lingtan whispered: "No wonder... I deal with you better... No wonder..."

Jiang Qinfeng: "????"

Before he could ask, Xie Lingtan made the move first.

Xie Lingtan: "Sorry, I went there today and confirmed one thing, which is related to you."

Seeing his serious expression, Jiang Qinfeng knew it was not a trivial matter.

"About your true identity."

Jiang Qinfeng: "Well...you talk about it first."

"Why don't you panic at all?"

Jiang Qinfeng complained in his heart probably because he had panicked several times.

He wanted to see what Brother Xie could say.

Xie Lingtan hesitated and said: "You and Jiang Youlin are not blood brothers, you... are refugees from Shangjiang City, were you adopted because of your spiritual roots?"

Jiang Qinfeng: "You are right."

"You don't blame me for investigating your identity?"

Jiang Qinfeng only thinks that Xie Lingtan is honest and cute. He doesn't know what he did in the past, but in this life he is indeed a gentleman.

"It's you, don't you blame me for lying to you for so long?"

"You have your reasons, why should I blame you?"

Jiang Qinfeng took a step back: "What if I don't have any difficulties?"

"You have no reason, why did you lie to me?" Xie Lingtan said lightly.

"This...""

Xie Lingtan: "Do you still remember your original name? I don't want to know you for so long and still not know your name."

"My name is Jiang Qinfeng."

Xie Lingtan: "Your name was originally??"

"No, my name is Jiang Qinfeng."

Xie Lingtan fell into deep thought.

After the news of Second Young Master Jiang's return spread throughout Linjiang, the threshold of the City Lord's Mansion was almost broken by the swarming matchmakers.

In this world, the idea that men are superior to women is not as harsh as in the ordinary ancient times. They all respect their spiritual roots, which can be seen from the names like Xu Xiaolong and Xu Xiaofeng.

The matchmakers are all inquiring about Jiang Qinfeng's mate selection requirements for the girls behind them. Now there are unintentional people, how soon will they return to Linjiang City, and what kind of type they like. Even the servants in the mansion have been stuffed with a lot of money and asked to ask The little boy likes it.

Facing all the ups and downs, Jiang Qinfeng was obsessed with cultivating immortals: "I'll talk about it if I can beat it."

As the saying goes, the speaker has no intention, and the listener has intention.

When the guard told Xie Lingtan this, Chai Twelve was chasing a little fat chirp on the wall, jumped up, and just heard his master's name, the tips of his ears twitched, the cat turned its head and looked over curiously, its paws stepped on the air , about to fall off the wall——

A warm embrace caught it.

"Meow~?"

Xie Lingtan.

"Mr. Xie, you don't know that those women's faces turned green when they heard such a request! Mr. Jiang, who has a peerless spiritual root, if you want to find someone who can beat him as a Taoist partner, it will be difficult to go to the sky. .”

The guard in blue stood by and guarded for a whole day, just to watch Xie Lingtan practice his sword.

On the night of Moxiu's sneak attack, he saw Mr. Xie was young, with extraordinary skills and unpredictable swordsmanship.

Unexpectedly, this young monk was as cold as the sword in his hand.

He watched from the sidelines for a long time, but he didn't even get a look. When he only talked about the matchmaker, the purple-haired cultivator shifted his sword and caught the young master's pet, and his expression rarely changed.

"He really said that?"

Chai Twelve meowed to express his thanks, his tail flicked, and the four pink and soft cushions clicked and went to chase the little fat bird again.

Since arriving in Linjiang City, it has been isolated from the little yellow chicken and the little white dog. It was boring, so it grabbed a little sparrow as a toy, and it held it in its mouth without eating it, playing with it in the palm of its hand, just for fun.

The guard hurriedly said: "Yes, yes, I can fight... This is too difficult."

Xie Lingtan's attack and defense changed suddenly, and his swordsmanship was fierce. He made the mortal sword in his hand change ever-changingly, making it hard to resist.

"brush--"

The sword energy he released attacked the surroundings in countless ways, only to hear the giant tree trembling, the golden leaves fluttering, and the round pears on the branches fell to the ground one by one, making a sound like a shower.

"If it's a man, it's not that difficult."

"This trick is just right! It has extraordinary momentum, and it has the power to defeat a hundred!"

The guards looked at his wonderful swordsmanship, but missed his words.

He was still waiting for Xie Lingtan to say something more, but the other party was about to start practicing sword again, without taking a breather.

The guard couldn't help asking curiously: "You or the young master, who is more powerful?"

Xie Lingtan's breath was even and long. Standing under the light, his arm muscles were as hard as black iron, giving people a great sense of oppression.

"If I don't fight for life and death, I can't beat him, but if I bet my life..."

The guard knew what he meant, compared to actual combat, the young master was inferior to him, so he quickly answered: "You can win?"

Xie Lingtan smiled suddenly: "I can't beat him either."

Guard: "..."

If you can't beat it, you can't beat it, why are you smiling so happily.

"Chirp chirp! Chirp chirp!"

The little sparrow covered her chest with its wings in despair, and Doudou's eyes were filled with helpless tears.

Chai Twelve squatted on the window sill and licked his right paw gracefully and slowly. His light blue eyes were full of excitement. When he grabbed it suddenly, the little sparrow let out a long and miserable cry——

"Chirp?"

It was puzzled to find itself sitting on Chai Twelve's head, flapping its wings, and the other party did not dodge.

The cat with white hair and light eyes climbed into the house carrying the sparrow.

At first Chai Twelve wanted to play with it and trample it, but after a long time, the cat's heart grew out of flesh, and the more he looked at it, the cuter it became. It was clearly a relationship between master and puppet, but he couldn't help but be gentle with it.

"Meow meow~"

Just where are they now?

Jiang Youlin was dressed in green clothes, sitting in an armchair, holding a long pen, circled and sketched on the documents, with a solemn expression, like a human emperor.

With a creak, the door opened, and a man in his thirties walked in, with a plain face, named Jiang Wu, his confidant.

"Young master, this batch of twelve people is not bad, will the price still be the same as before?"

When Jiang Youlin heard this, he put down the pen with a thud, and seemed to have a headache. He propped up his right hand and massaged his temple point.

"Take six thousand taels of silver from my treasury, and don't tell Madam."

After Jiang Wu took the order, he saw that the young master still had that indifferent expression, neither happy nor angry, like a doll without emotion, only when Jiang Qinfeng was beside him would he behave like a normal young man.

He watched him grow up, so he always has some affection.

"It's a funny thing. The matchmakers are all asking about the young master's preferences, but he said that he only likes people who can beat him. This is really a family of children. How can anyone find such a wife?"

Jiang Wu thought his words were humorous, but he didn't expect to get a cold knife from the other party halfway through.

"understood."

Jiang Wu suddenly showed a very embarrassed expression. He thought he wanted to make the young master happy, but it turned out to be self-defeating.

It's just... doesn't Jiang Youlin like to hear everything about Jiang Qinfeng?How can you be so unhappy when you hear about the marriage?

Just when he was puzzled, there was a knock on the door.

"Can I come in, Ayou?"

It was Jiang Qinfeng's voice, with a smile.

Jiang Wu looked back again, and Jiang Youlin immediately burst into a sweet smile, stood up, and went to open the door in person.

Jiang Qinfeng and Sunshine were let in together, and the dark study suddenly became much brighter. Jiang Wu knew that it was time for him to leave.

"What's wrong? Xiaofeng?"

Jiang Qinfeng smiled and said: "I just remembered, it's almost time to go back, there should be a reminder from Yunhe from Shangqing, why didn't I see any of them?"

Jiang Youlin also laughed.

"So it's because of this. I'll arrange someone to check it for you right away. If you come, you will definitely find out. If you don't come...do you want to consider staying for a few more days?"

"Well... that's fine, just stay a few more days."

Jiang Youlin saw a slanting sun shining on his neck, Jiang Qinfeng has no body//hair, only a layer of light fluff on the snow-white skin, now it is a little golden, even the Adam's apple is soft and lovely, really It looks so good, it makes people want to bite it and put it in their mouths.

"Speaking of which, are the traces of my bite still there?"

His hands lightly covered his shoulders, trembling slightly.

Jiang Qinfeng also touched through the clothes: "There are still some, don't blame yourself, I know, you were very uncomfortable at the time and wanted to vent it."

Unexpectedly, Jiang Youlin raised his eyes and smiled slightly, as if he could hear the sound of lotus blooming for a moment.

He said: "Fortunately, there are still, otherwise I worry that I will not be tempted to keep another one."

Jiang Qinfeng frowned, feeling that Jiang Youlin's eyes were dark and his voice was abnormally hoarse at this moment, so he just wanted to speak when he heard a crackling sound from the bookcase.

"Meow meow~!"

"Chirp!!"

"twelve?"

When he walked over, Chai Twelve was shocked and his body grew many times, even crushing the bookcase made of golden nanmu.

Letters of different colors flew out like snowflakes, and Jiang Qinfeng picked one at random.

"Accepted by Jiang Qinfeng and Xie Lingtan, visiting monks from the Heavenly Master Gate in the Shangqing Realm."

Jiang Youlin was surprisingly calm, standing there motionless.

"Would you blame me?"

Jiang Qinfeng picked up another letter and found that there were so many letters, only a few were sent recently.

"Jiang Youlin, the lord's mansion of the Linjiang City of the Shang Dynasty, took over."

This is what he wrote to Jiang Youlin.

"Jiang Youlin, the lord's mansion of the Linjiang City of the Shang Dynasty, took over."

This is what he wrote to Jiang Youlin.

Jiang Qinfeng stood up slowly, and organized his thoughts: "Are you doing this just to let me stay for a few more days?"

"……no."

Jiang Youlin smiled slowly, the corners of his mouth curled up a little bit.

"How many days? Do you know... I begged you thousands of times in my heart, wanting you to stay for a few more months, a few more years! But... will it work? Tell me, will it work?

"

The last few words at the end of the language, like a fallen leaf, fluttered between them, becoming an insurmountable boundary.

Jiang Qinfeng thought and thought, his tone as gentle as possible.

"That can't be like this. Is there anything you can't talk about... So, where is the feather crane? The feather crane that delivers the letter?"

Young Master Jiang said with a pale face, "Shut up in the kitchen."

"I will leave at the original time."

Jiang Qinfeng sighed, picked up Chai Twelve, turned and left.

He wished that Ah You could be as frank as Brother Xie, at least it wouldn't make it difficult for him to speak, because he was afraid that he would hurt this person if he opened his mouth.

Jiang Youlin didn't raise his head until the boy's aura was completely gone in the room.

The room was groggy, almost faded into ruthless black and white, the only color was the blood red in his eyes, churning and surging.

"breeze……"

His brother, closing the door, also took the light.

After a long time, Jiang Qinfeng recalled that that was the last time he saw Jiang Youlin wearing Tsing Yi.