The Education of Love in Fast Transmigration

"That's it, Master Qingdeng." Shumo, who was dressed in a Hu suit, put down his cup, and a pair of blue water eyes fixed on the respectable person in front of him for an instant.

Finally, the sage bowed his head and compromised.

Shumo got his wish, got up, and walked gracefully and simply.

Until Shumo completely disappeared.

In the quiet Zen room, Master Qingdeng was chanting the name of the Buddha, his eyes full of compassion.

This old man who has done such things against his will at this age and has practiced Buddhism for most of his life feels a little desolate in his heart.

But he had to make this deal.

The emperors of the Southern Dynasties were so stupid that they abandoned the thousand-year-old Chinese culture and ignored it. It was unbearable to see the thousands of years of inheritance destroyed once.

What an honor it would be to see the ancient Qingdeng temple rekindled in the land of the Central Plains in my lifetime. Even if I fall into the Infernal Purgatory after death, I will have no regrets or regrets!

"Amitabha……"

Coming out of Shaolin Temple, Shumo moved his arms and legs that were numb from sitting.

Fu Bo, who was waiting in front of the mountain gate, stepped forward and kneaded Shumo's shoulders knowingly.

Shumo wasn't idle either, asking about the progress, "How's Zhang Zuoshi doing?"

"Zhang Zuo envoy sent a message at noon, and everything is going well."

Let out a long sigh of relief, after these busy months, I can finally live a peaceful life for a few years.

Ever since Changning Company stopped helping Yinjian Villa, the reputation of Jiang Yanliu, who had no intention of socializing, plummeted.

Once the leader in the future is no longer a centrist, the minds of the various sects will become active, and having desires means that there will be many weaknesses, so Shumo will start to make arrangements everywhere and place eyeliners.

In the end, I came to Shaolin Temple...for word of mouth.

There is nothing better than a religion that paralyzes the masses.

He doesn't have the strength to completely blow the cold on the chaotic porridge on the Central Plains side of the Southern Dynasty, and the Western Regions will be the highlight of his future efforts.

He is very greedy for the iron cavalry of the Qiang nationality.

Everyone said that his Bliss Sect is a demon sect, so the mouth of the world will be sealed. After a few years, this Central Plains will create a bigger and more chaotic situation, and the decent family will lose its fig leaf, so he will be famous as a teacher.

Heroes are born in troubled times, and in troubled times, no matter good or evil, the winner is justice.

The storm on the southern side had just blew up, and when he calmed down the wind and sand in the Western Regions and came back, it would be the time for a good harvest.

"The Southern Dynasty won't see results in a short period of time. Inform Zhang Zuoshi to continue to sit in the Southern Dynasty Wulin, and if there is any trouble, he will send a secret report." Shumo took the fox fur that Fu Bo handed over and put it on his body, "From now on, You will be the right envoy of the Bliss Sect, assisting this seat to quell the civil strife in the Western Regions."

stunned...

Fu Bo, who followed Shumo to the north and south for several months, never thought that he would have such honor.

"Fu Youshi?" At the end of the stone steps, Shumo turned his head, urging him with words, without the slightest hint of blame in his eyes.

The young man in fox fur and Hu suit had a smile on his mouth, his right hand was outstretched, and his palm was outstretched. The spring and snow were also a beautiful landscape.

Fu Bo followed, heading towards the beautiful scenery.

Until they took hold of the boy's outstretched hand, the two walked away hand in hand.

At that moment, he actually had the extravagant hope of being with the boy forever.

But when the cool wind blows, this thought suddenly dissipates.

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Revisiting the old place, Shumo set foot on the plum garden and bamboo forest again, unlike when he first came, it was full of flowers like a brocade, a lush forest and bamboos.

Xiao Xiao rustling white snow.

When did it snow so much in the south of the Yangtze River?

Walking in the snow step by step, following the sound of the breaking wind, at the end of the path, I saw the once high-spirited swordsman in white.

This person's ruthless swordsmanship has been improved to a higher level.

It's a pity that the sword is fierce, but the sword intent is covered with a layer of mist.

Stretching out his hand to the left, Fu Bo will give him a sword knowingly.

"I don't know if the previous agreement of Junzijian can still be counted?" He took out a sword tassel from his arms and threw it out.

Without waiting for the other party to take the object, Shumo grasped the hilt of the sword, took off the fox fur from his body, flew up, and directly met the swordsman's sword gesture.

With the light of the sword and the shadow of the sword, the easy-going sword intent just now changed to the color of killing.

Humming swords mingled, and the blades scattered.

Flying sand and rolling stones in the pass, the momentum is thunderous.

Shumo didn't hold back, and Jiang Yanliu didn't stop.

Both of them are testing each other's bottom line.

Ruixue fell one after another, soaking the two people's eyebrows.

For three whole days and three nights, neither of them put down the sword in their hands.

On the fourth day, the morning light dews and the heavy snow dissipates.

The bamboo forest is clear, the white-clothed swordsman and the young man in Hu suit stand facing each other.

Suddenly, the swordsman in white frowned, spat out a mouthful of blood, and knelt down on one knee.

"You, your heart is restless." Shumo pointed out the other party's crux.

How chic and unrestrained is Junzijian, who has been dragged down by the world of mortals.

In the past few months, in order to completely withdraw from the martial arts and become a true centrist, Jiang Yanliu has not touched the sword again for a long time.

If the heart is difficult to calm down, the sword intent will be impure.

What's more, Shumo's practice is great, even if Jiang Yanliu fights with all his strength, the gap between the two is still very obvious.

Jiang Yanliu is a rare martial arts prodigy, but he is still not ready.

If there is no such bug as Shumo in this world, after ten years, it may not be certain who will be respected in the martial arts world.

But since Shengyu and He Shengliang came to this world, he was destined to block the way of others.

Although he felt sorry for Jiang Yanliu's talent, it was just a pity.

One mountain never accommodates two tigers.

Taking out the buried sword tassel from the snow, Shumo came to Jiang Yanliu and hung it on the hilt of the opponent's sword, "Accepted."

In this game, it seems that one wins and one loses, but in fact each has its own gains.

Shumo defeated Junzijian and defeated the spirit of martial arts in the Central Plains, and there will be an explanation the next day.

Jiang Yanliu seemed to have lost the competition, but his mood was rarely calm.

The leader of the Bliss Sect is willing to draw the blade out of its sheath, so that no one in the middle will have to worry about it in the future.

From then on, he can concentrate on the way of swordsmanship without distractions.

Fighting swords for three days, it seems that when the two first met, they were first tempted, then merged, and finally parted ways.

At the end of the fight, Jiang Yanliu relied on his strength to support him, knowing that he was defeated, and even if he lost in the end, he was convinced that he lost.

Withdrawing the sword, Jiang Yanliu praised from the bottom of his heart: "The martial art of the Bliss Sect really lives up to its reputation." It is not the title of the Demon Sect for people of the righteous way. In Jun Zijian's view, all martial arts practitioners learn only one way and one heart .

The distinction between good and evil lies in the world, not in martial arts.

Raising his eyebrows, Shumo did not deny it, and withdrew his sword, leaving Jiang Yanliu a piece of pure land, his back was unrestrained and resolute.

Walking to the Crescent Gate, the people behind suddenly said: "Ten years later, there will be a battle between you and me."

Ah……

In the gravel world, how can these weirdos be cleaned out.

He never guessed Jiang Yanliu's thinking circuit correctly.

Forget it, find yourself an opponent to chase after, and you can be a little motivated.

Looking back, Shumo rarely corrected his attitude, and there was a hint of joy in his words, "Okay, I will see in the future what kind of achievements you, Junzijian, can achieve."

The cold wind blew past, and the two looked at each other for only a moment, their eyes scattered.

chuckle...

Shumo went back and forth, and didn't play cards according to common sense. He threw away an invitation card, "After thinking about it, it's still unreasonable to deduct your post."

After throwing it away, Shumo handed the sword to Fu Bo and got into the car.

"Pay the right envoy, return."

"Here!"

In the garden, Jiang Yanliu opened the invitation card, looked at the names of the newlyweds on it, and examined it for a long time.

On the other side, passing by Changning Su's residence all the way, Shumo asked Fu Bo to stop the car when he caught sight of the colorful shadows of red lights from the corner of his eye.

He took out the three-day drunkenness that he bought a long time ago, and asked Fu Bo to send it over.

No words, no signature.

Not long after Shumo left, Jiang Yanliu, who arrived on a fast horse, happened to catch up with Su Huailuo's sedan chair to welcome the Ninth Princess.

Su Huailuo, the bridegroom officer with a red face, saw his friend who hadn't masked his face for a long time dressed in white clothes and dusty, and couldn't help laughing: "What's the matter, brother Jiang, is he looking at Su's wife again?"

Without saying a word, Jiang Yanliu sized up the bride beside Su Huailuo, cupped his fists in salute and said, "I'm just kidding, Brother Yu accepted Huailuo's post, so naturally he wants to congratulate him."

Fearing that the other party would not believe it, he got off his horse and handed over the invitation.

Hearing this, Su Huailuo was stunned, he thought to himself that he didn't lose face, how could he send wedding stickers.

One wave is not calm, another wave rises again, the butler is holding an altar of three-day drunkenness, finally seeing the welcoming team come back, he hurriedly stepped forward and said: "Young master, a person from the world gave this altar three-day drunkenness earlier."

After receiving the three-day drunk, I looked at the uninvited friend beside me...

"Sister-in-law, what's the matter?" the bride said with concern when she saw that her husband had welcomed her off the sedan chair and stopped moving.

"A friend came to visit unexpectedly."

After comforting the bride, Su Huailuo accepted the invitation and came to his friend, holding out his hand.

This time it was not a painful punch, but a pat on the shoulder of my friend, "Forgive you this time, let you come in for my wedding, if you have plans next time, don't let me know in advance..."

"Of course it's up to you." Jiang Yanliu answered with an easy-going attitude.

In this way, looking at each other and smiling, all grievances and hatred will disappear.

On the wedding night in the bridal chamber, Su Huailuo picked out the bride's hijab and looked at his beautiful wife who looked somewhat similar to Mu Yun, wondering whether to be happy or worried.

If it weren't for Mu Yun in front of him, he probably wouldn't have looked at this weak princess in his whole life.

Let him turn his prodigal son back first, and then let his brotherhood break up...

Seeing through the world of mortals and no longer playing games in the world, it was only when I wanted to run a family business that I realized how difficult it is to run a family.

At this time, he could marry the royal family, and he would not refuse.

Originally thinking of respecting each other as guests, now I see the face of my wife.

That's it.

After drinking the wine, Su Huailuo unsealed the three-day drunkenness on the table and filled it up for the two of them.

"Husband, I... am not good at drinking." Jiang Shuyun was reluctant to drink a glass of Hebei wine, so she had to tell the truth.

"It's okay, if Ma'am is drunk, I will just hold you in my arms." After clinking glasses with the other party, Su Huailuo drank all the wine in the glass, forgetting the past in one fell swoop.

As a child of the Heavenly Family, Jiang Shuyun was well-bred, so how could she hear such sweet talk.

She blushed, but drank what was in the cup as she said.

The spring night is short, and the tents are warm and noisy.

Someone got what they wanted.

Some people dream of relaxation and peace of mind.

The nine princesses successfully married into the Changning compound, and Shumo's last concern was completely let go.

Day and night, all the way north

Half a month later, they entered Xiaoguan, the last pass leading to the Western Regions.

Returning to the old place, Shumo suddenly stopped the carriage.

I don't know when I will be able to taste the delicacies in Guannei.

With reference to the American advice given by a certain Chang Ning young master, Shumo's family went to try something new.

Finally, when I came to the old man selling candied haws skewers, I waved generously and asked for two skewers.

"Why are you looking at me like this?" Shumo swallowed his words without image, looking at Fu Bo beside him who was hesitant to speak, it was also amused.

"Your Majesty, don't worry...it's not worth it for that kind of person." On the day of the city tour, Fu Bo was there, and Su Huailuo introduced food to Shumo, and he also listened to it.

Now the leader of my family has all the food that guy said, and then I thought that the leader deliberately passed by the Changning compound before, just in time for the big wedding.

Fu Bo, who didn't know about his master's chain plan, couldn't help thinking too much.

Almost choking, Shumo couldn't laugh or cry and said, "What are you thinking?"

Staring at the candied haws in his hand, Shumo belatedly recalled something.

Only then did he become embarrassed.

Randomly found a corner and lost it.

Shumo returned to the carriage full of regret.

After the two leave.

A nimble little figure rushed up, picked up the abandoned skewers of candied haws, opened his small mouth, and chewed.

Shumo, who turned around and boarded the carriage, glanced out of the corner of his eye and saw this scene.

Children aged [-] or [-] knelt down in the snow, gobbling it voraciously, even reluctant to spit out the fruit cores, and swallowed all the dirty snacks.

Dirty face, tattered clothes.

Such beggars can be seen everywhere.

There seemed to be a voice whispering in the dark.

Shumo clicked on the test aid manual and looked it up.

The No.17 son of the Emperor of the Southern Dynasties, unknown.

His biological mother was a concubine Xian, who was bestowed to death by the emperor of the Southern Dynasty five years ago on charges of adultery, and her youngest son was expelled from the palace because someone secretly tampered with his blood, which caused his bloodline to fail to blend with the emperor's bloodline...

Concubine Xian again?Shumo pondered quietly, and his mood suddenly improved.

Is he extremely happy, not natural in the depths?

Throwing a fruit plate casually attracted such a well-connected prince.

The corners of his mouth were lightly raised, and Shumo suddenly felt that he was in a good mood again. After losing the little dessert, he ushered in the thigh meat,

If you lose your horse, you will know no blessings.

He beckoned Fu Bo to come over, "Go, grab that kid over here."

Fu Bo never procrastinated in his work, and came to Shumo with the unknown prince in his hand.

Even if the child was taken away, he still tightly held the hard-earned candied haws in his hand, and his immature face was covered with dirt and bloodstains from the cold wind in the northern part of the country.

He reached out and wiped the child's face, revealing his true face.

Because of that unexpectedly good face, he paused for a moment.

When he came back to his senses, Shumo, who remembered his purpose, spoke with bewitching words, "Do you want to have enough food every day?"

Eyes wide open, the child nodded desperately, "Think!"

The smile on his face became even brighter, and Shumo said again: "But I can't give you everything for nothing, what will you give me in return?"

A child is a child after all, he can neither hear the deep meaning in Shumo's words nor think so much, once he opened his mouth, he sold himself out, "Brother treats me to dinner, then Seventeen will always listen to my brother's words." !"

A milk doll, even if she said such a solemn oath, she didn't have any confidence, she was soft and sluggish.

Cubs are adorable...

This is indeed true.

Shumo was amused by the child, and he didn't care about the dirt on the child's body. He stroked the other's hair, "Oh? Tell me carefully, how will you listen to me?"

Seeing Shumo's question, the child really thought about it. After a long time, he looked at Shumo and said in childish but firm words: "No matter what brother says, Shi Qi will listen! No matter what brother does, Shi Qi will listen to you." help!"

Touching his hair, he paused, Shumo looked down at the child in front of him, and frowned, "Even if what my brother said and did was considered wrong by everyone in the world, wouldn't you go against it?"

The child blinked, puzzled, "I only know my brother, but I don't know people in the world. What's right or wrong between them has nothing to do with Seventeen?"

Poking the child's forehead, Shumo couldn't laugh or cry.

The birth of this child was not enough to hurt the eyes, so he said in a daze, "Big brother looks so pretty when he smiles!"

People are small and big, and they are talking about clever ghosts like children.

When Zhongyuan and his party came to an end, they were suddenly more interesting because of such a little ghost.

Looking at the city gate of Xiaoguan in the distance, Shumo breathed a sigh of relief, and his posture became more casual.

"Brother, where are we going?" The child, who was thrown to the inn halfway to change and clean up, became more and more lovable after dressing up, especially those wet peach blossom eyes, which made Shumo love him so much.

After all, it is the blood of the Tian family that neutralizes the blood of the beauties of the past dynasties, so it is difficult to see where it is going.

"go home."

"Home?" The child who had lived with rats and trash for as long as he could remember didn't understand the word.

Regardless of whether the child would understand or not, Shumo patted the child in his arms on the back and said, "It's just my own, the place I belong to."

"Then does it belong to Seventeen?" The child looked at Shumo with expectations in his eyes.

Why is this kid so clingy?

Really unable to bear the child's pitiful gaze, Shumo nodded.

The child smiled even brighter.

He felt it was the happiest day of his life.

There is delicious food, a brother, and a home!

Fu Bo, who was driving, listened to the corner of the wall with sharp ears, listening to the children's words, whether big or small.

After a trip to the Central Plains, Your Majesty has become more and more humane, but the fly in the ointment is... Your Majesty met a heartbroken man.

Fortunately, His Majesty was still happy in the end—even though the one who made His Majesty amuse was just a little beggar picked up everywhere.

Fu Bo suddenly felt envious of this ignorant beggar.

At least in front of him, His Majesty let go of all his defenses and offered the softest part of his heart for the child to lean on.

How fortunate to be honored with such blue eyes.

He never had much extravagance.

I hope this beggar has a bit of conscience, so he won't disappoint His Majesty's heart again.

The cold wind blew across Xiaoguan Pass, and it had already subsided when it reached the south of the Yangtze River, but it was still biting biting.

When the warm sun returns in spring and the chicks chirp, I don't know when they will return.

The carriages and horses stopped, and the newlywed young master Chang Ning led his wife to get out of the car. Passing by the door, he caught a glimpse of colorful lights hanging on the side of the street from the corner of his eye.

It is rare for this situation to bring back some old events.

"Shuyun, wait a moment."

Su Huailuo walked towards a small roadside stall and picked up a carp lantern.

There seems to be a bit of nostalgia in the eyes.

Lanterns at night, full of tourists.

The girl laughs at Yan Yan...

That chance kiss.

"Brother Jiang, you are so kind!"

"Hey, hey! Brother Jiang, you're going too far in robbing people!"

"Susu is also good!"

"Oh? How does it compare to your Brother Jiang?"

"Of course Susu is the best!"

In the ears, the girl's melodious voice lingered like a yellow warbler coming out of the valley.

"It's coming to the Lantern Festival so soon." Ninth Princess Shuyun came to Su Huailuo's side lightly, and saw that her husband had a special liking for a carp lantern, so she smiled slightly, "Does your husband like carp?"

They clearly have somewhat similar features, and when they first got along, Su Huailuo also felt a little guilty for treating his wife as an old friend.

Smiling and shaking his head in denial, Su Huailuo put down the carp lamp, looked at the others, "What does Madam like."

Jiang Shuyun followed Su Huailuo with her eyes, but did not answer.

Looking back, I saw my wife's tender and gentle face.

Su Huailuo simply picked up one and handed it to Jiang Shuyun, "If you don't tell me, you can make up your own mind."

Holding the lantern, Jiang Shuyun seemed to have received some treasure, "As long as it is chosen by my husband, I like it."

Startled, Su Huailuo did not expect that the reserved new wife would take the initiative to express her heart.

He knew a long time ago that Princess Jiu liked him, but there were so many people who liked him, some for power and some for money... He thought that this person was just like those people.

Later, for the sake of his family, he accepted the marriage contract. Because of this face, he once used this person as that person's substitute.

At this moment, Su Huailuo felt that his vision had never been so bad.

There is a huge difference between Mu Yun and Jiang Shuyun.

The face of the girl in my mind suddenly disappeared.

Su Huailuo didn't really let go until today.

Su Huailuo replied: "If you like it, my husband will give it to you every year in the future."

Thinking of the wedding night, he never had sex with this kind and gentle princess, held his wife's hand, and sincerely apologized, "I was the one who neglected you before."

Shuyun shook her head, her eyes were full of Su Huailuo's reflection, "It's only a moment. In order to be able to stay with my husband, I have been waiting for so many years, so this is not too late."

His wife's confession made Su Huailuo speechless.

When he thought he had missed his true love, he didn't know that there was still such an idiot who was obsessed and never regretted.

Missing Mu Yun was the regret in his life after all.

It's not a lifetime of regrets.

Just like when he was asked to choose whether to believe or give up, he chose to believe in his old friend and give up Mu Yun.

It's not that he doesn't love Mu Yun enough, it's just that he can't feel the same love.

The two of them clasped their fingers and walked into Su's house.

Sometimes they look at each other with lingering eyes and infinite tenderness.

The author has something to say:

Remind everyone, because the world of martial arts was originally written in two versions, one is about the main emotional line, and the second is about the current version.

Because of the change to the second edition, the first three chapters have been changed.

Those who follow the update, remember to go back and watch it again, otherwise the plot will not be connected.

Sorry for the trouble, everyone, enjoy eating~