The Education of Love in Fast Transmigration

Mu Dan, the leader of the Bliss Sect, and Jian Jiang Yanliu, the No. 1 gentleman on the Central Plains master list, once made a ten-year agreement.

Now that ten years have passed, this news has already spread like gossip to all women and children. Instead of calming down with the passing of time, it has intensified and become a household name.

Without him, if it's just an ordinary master, the attention won't be so hot no matter what.

One of them is No. 1 in the righteous martial arts world, and the other is the leader of the demon sect who is despised by righteous people...and among them...

"Let me tell you, the leader of the Demon Cult is a great beauty! My father was at..."

"Ah? Is that so, so the leader of the Demon Cult was born out of love and hatred..."

There are also different opinions about the reason for the ten-year agreement between the two. Because the former leader of the Bliss Sect was named Yumian Niangzi, the offspring of this jade-faced lady was also portrayed by people in the martial arts world as a beautiful woman with all kinds of charm.

And people call it Peony, how beautiful it is!

Let's talk about Jun Zi Jian, he is handsome and handsome recognized by the martial arts, and he cultivates the Ruthless Sword. His high-cold temperament, which is not close to strangers, has fascinated many famous ladies and chivalrous women.

The love-hate relationship between a handsome man and a beautiful woman is always something to talk about.

It is not surprising that the topic of the two's identities has been rumored for ten years.

After entering the teahouse, listening to the storyteller telling stories that are far from the real scene, Shumo sips the green tea, and the barrage in his heart frantically swipes across the screen.

Don't people of this righteous way know about investigation and evidence collection?

What he wants to complain about most is the hearing ability of these righteous people. His name is Mu Dan, not Mu Dan!

He is a real old man, and was portrayed by this group of people as an image of an affectionate woman who cannot be courted.

If it weren't for the fact that Jiang Yanliu's role in this story wasn't much better, he would definitely have turned the storyteller's table on the spot.

Shumo is not too idle to sit in this Qingming tea house and listen to this nonsense story.

Putting the cup down, sensing another powerful sword intent, Shumo followed the aura of the person coming.

I haven't seen him for ten years, Jiang Yanliu has long since lost the confusion of the past, and now he has penetrated the secular world and cut off the worldly relationship. If he is not covered by this layer of skin, he would think that this person has become a sword without a sound.

"Are you here?" Shumo asked.

"I'm here." Jiang Yanliu replied.

The two are like ordinary friends who hit it off right away, greeting each other, sitting opposite each other, drinking tea and enjoying the scenery.

Waiting for the breeze of fireworks in March to carry slices of peach petals and pass by, leaving only cups and cups in front of the table, the two of them disappeared.

At the same time, on the Wild Goose Pagoda in Huai'an City, the white-clothed swordsman and the red-clothed boy faced each other with swords.

Today is March [-]rd, the day of the ten-year war between Jun Zijian and the leader of the Demon Cult according to word of mouth.

The onlookers have already been crowded.

At one end of the eaves of the Goose Pagoda, a young man from the Western Regions has exquisite eyebrows and eyes. He is dressed in red and has flying ink hair. A pair of copper bells are hanging around his waist and ringing in the wind. His toes touch the corner of the eaves.

On the other side, the white-clothed swordsman confronted with a sword, his eyes were cold and silent, he didn't care about everything, and turned into a sword at this moment.

The sword's edge is facing the sword light, the masculinity is facing the softness, and the pure white is stained with blood red.

The beauty's sword moves are also as soft and weak as dancing, but watertight.

The white-clothed swordsman's sword is thunderous, with every move and style penetrating Changhong.

Different from the misty sword ten years ago, today is different from the past, this No.1 Gentleman Sword in the Central Plains is completely enlightened.

I thought I would watch it for a few days and nights, but it ended in a blink of an eye.

In the last move, the two brushed past each other.

Everyone under the tower held their breath, wanting to witness who won this ancient battle.

Blood trickled down the gap between the swordsman's fingertips holding the sword.

Just when everyone thought the outcome was decided.

The boy in red fell from the tower.

The white-clothed swordsman flew up and took the young man into his arms, and they fell down slowly together.

The crowd dispersed to make room for him.

"You have spent ten years practicing swords, and I am indeed not as good as you." Shumo lost calmly and was convinced.

If this person aspires to become a sword, he really can't stop him.

He took back what he said at the beginning, such a dazzling genius, it is better to leave him in this world to become his own scene.

This man's determination to be an outsider is not his thorn in the side.

In the past ten years, there have been constant disputes in the martial arts in the Central Plains. The eight major sects, which were regarded as famous and upright, are now fighting fiercely.

Over the years, border disputes have intensified. The Southern Dynasty emphasized civility over military affairs and had no generals to send, and all twelve frontier counties fell into the hands of the Hu people.

The country is not a country, and there is still chaos in the martial arts, fighting for power and profit.

Naturally, the common people gradually lost faith in the decency of the famous family.

Jun Zijian left side by side with the leader of the Bliss Sect.

There is no grievance or hatred, the two seem to be strangers who just meet halfway and then compare each other casually.

The crowd cleared its way.

The two walked silently for a long time, when Shumo suddenly asked, "Today's world is in chaos, pigs and dogs dominate the government, wolves take justice, and under the banner of serving the country and the people, all they do are evil deeds for fame. .”

Jiang Yanliu didn't answer, stopped in his tracks, and looked at Shumo silently, "What does it have to do with me? As you said, I, Jiang Yanliu, are just hardcore."

Smiling lightly, where did this man hear this joke, "If you are all just blacksmiths, then there will be no decent people in the entire Southern Dynasty."

"The righteousness of the family and the country, I Yinjian Villa has never asked questions since its establishment, and has formed its own school." Jiang Yanliu came slowly, seemingly tactfully refusing, but then changed the subject and handed the returned Jiansui back then to Shumo , "Ten years can make a sharp sword, and you can also see a person clearly. The vision of the leader of the Bliss Sect is not in the rivers and lakes, but in the court."

With sharp eyes and sharp words, "Mu Dan, do you want to be the first Emperor Wu of all time?"

"Don't dare to take it seriously, before you say these empty words, would you like to listen to me tell a story?" The two had arrived at the Huaihe River before they knew it.

The river is flooded, and the boat is slow.

After drinking for three rounds, the story of Shumo is almost the same.

"I don't want to be Emperor Wu. It's enough to be the teacher of a generation of virtuous emperors." Putting down his wine glass, Shumo dismissed those useless formalities. Master Qianqiu, why not do it?"

"It's a good idea." Jiang Yanliu tasted the dirty wine without saying anything.

"The chariots and horses of the great cause have been accomplished, but there is still a shortage of fellows." Shumo looked at the swordsman in front of him, and said, "I don't know if Junzijian has the interest to keep pace with him?"

"There are tens of thousands of talented and virtuous people in this world, and the little Yinjian Villa is not worth mentioning."

Now Junzijian has no contact with Changning Company, but only the two of them know that they have reconciled ten years ago. Although the incident separated the interests of the two factions, it did not affect their personal relationship.

If Jiang Yanliu agrees to Shumo now, his friend will be affected to some extent, and he cannot make this decision alone.

Shaking his head, Shu Mo didn't think he was disobedient, "An elite teacher of tigers and wolves can reach millions of gnats and mayhems. The sword casting skills of Yinjian Villa are unrivaled in the world. Don't be humble if you talk about it." After a pause, the smile gradually rose, "As for That young master Chang Ning was already in the urn ten years ago."

The toast stagnated, and Jiang Yan was exiled. Today, he has really seen this person.

This person planned his strategy carefully from the very beginning.

When he thought he still had enough power, this man still had his back to ambush him.

"I have a question. Since the Seventeenth Prince was your temporary idea, if you didn't meet him at the beginning, what are your plans for choosing the emperor?"

"There are many people who are infatuated with Young Master Chang Ning, but why did the Ninth Princess enter Chang Ning's compound in the end?"

Do not answer questions.

The deep meaning in it is not difficult for Jiang Yanliu to understand. He has naturally seen his brother and daughter-in-law.

After a long time, the swordsman shook his head and laughed softly, waiting for the last cup of dirty wine.

There is no hesitation or defense.

The covenant is done.

It's over here, Shumo stepped on to the Zuixian Tower, went straight to the private room on the top floor, pushed open the door, the present Ninth Princess Jiang Shuyun stood up and greeted Shumo, saying respectfully, "Uncle."

The eldest princess of the Southern Dynasty who married the Qiang people in the past is the aunt of the current emperor. Because the previous generation of emperors was weak and incompetent, when the war was invincible, they even went with their relatives and no children, so they made a foolish trick to escape into Buddhism. The princess of the old prince raised her status as a princess, and because of her seniority, she was honored as the eldest princess, and she was called back to remarry.

Although he is the son of Shanyu of the Qiang nationality, there are many years of age difference, but Shumo still has the blood of the Southern Dynasty royal family, and is related to the current emperor, so he is of the same generation.

Ninth Princess Jiang Shuyun's mother and concubine are from the same family as the eldest princess's mother's family. In the past, Jiang Shuyun's mother and concubine had been taken care of by the eldest princess, and the two were very close.

In terms of relatives, Jiang Shuyun and Shumo are not related, because of their relatives, their faces are somewhat similar.

When cleaning up the relationship network back then, it was because of this junior that Shumo had a series of tricks in the future.

Went south to Huai'an with Jiang Yanliu, and after seeing Jiang Shuyun himself, it was confirmed that this person was infatuated with Su Huailuo, and he firmly believed in the feasibility of the plan.

As for being able to pick up Jiang Shiqi in Xiaoguan... It was really an accident. His original plan was to support a man who could be made. Since he was so lucky to meet Jiang Shiqi, he also saved the effort of picking someone.

"Su Huailuo, I'd like to trouble you to mention more." Shumo didn't intend to go around in circles, and went straight to the point.

"Shuyun understands, it's just... can Concubine Mu really wash away her grievances?"

Jiang Shuyun's mother concubine and Jiang Shiqi's mother concubine coincidentally were the same person.

"Okay, after seventeen days, when she ascends the throne, the concubine Xian will naturally have her grievances avenged."

"That's good!" Jiang Shuyun was very moved.

Her own mother and concubine were framed and framed, accused of adultery, her face as a child was dull, and she was even more angry. At the time of the incident, Jiang Shuyun was just a weak girl who was powerless, not even her younger brother who was still in her infancy. Under the law.

Thinking of this, Jiang Shuyun hurriedly asked, "Uncle, how is Seventeenth Brother?"

"For the past ten years, he has stayed in the Western Regions, stayed by my side, and never treated him harshly."

"With my uncle taking care of the seventeenth brother, I can feel at ease!" Jiang Shuyun didn't have the last worry in her heart, and she spared no effort in what to do next.

After seeing off Jiang Shuyun, Shumo came to the bed and lay down quietly.

First it was a contest, and then it was a mediation with heart.

Going back and forth is physically and mentally exhausting.

But now is not the time to relax, the next thing to fight is the real tough battle.

Thinking of all these things, sleepiness gradually hit him, and before going to sleep, a certain child's face suddenly flashed in his mind.

A smile curled up on the corner of his lips.

I don't know if this kid listened to Master's words in the Bliss Sect?

In the years that followed, the Southern Dynasty, which was not very peaceful, experienced several ups and downs.

There are also Qiang people making troubles and Nahe disturbing.

In this eventful autumn of life and death, another storm broke out in the martial arts of the Southern Dynasties. I don't know when the rumor spread that the "Fengming Sword" won the world. Except for Shaolin, the other seven major sects sent people to search around. Disputes arose everywhere.

In troubled times, heroes can emerge, but the most miserable are often the bottom-level ordinary people.

The abbot of Shaolin Temple, Master Qingdeng, could not bear the strife in the chaotic world, the flames of war disturbed the people, scattered all the disciples, promoted Buddhism to appease the hearts of the people, and comforted the people in this world to endure and accumulate blessings in the next life.

As for the Bliss Sect of the Western Regions?

The porridge at home is not blown cold, how can I worry about the foreign sects that are thousands of miles away?not to mention……

Isn't the leader of the Bliss Sect concerned with the gentleman's sword?Sooner or later, it is a family, no need for birth.

Hearing Zhang Xingjiu hesitantly utter the news, Shumo spewed out a sip of tea, but Jiang Yanliu at the table remained calm as usual, retreating a little to avoid the attack.

"Didn't I just compare swords with him twice? How could it be that my heart is attached to Junzijian?" Shu Mo refused, "Why isn't Junzijian obsessed with the leader of the Bliss Sect?"

"Ahem...your lord, that competition...it was Jiang Zhuangzhu who caught you." Zhang Xingjiu didn't dare to say hug, only dared to say accept.

"It's unreasonable!" He slapped the table and scolded, and Shumo was filled with all kinds of national curses in his heart.

"Let's talk about these things later, Mu Dan, now that the momentum has been achieved, it's time to let your precious disciple go out." During the three years that Jiang Yanliu worked with Shumo, it was inevitable to hear the other party praise Jiang Shiqi.

What kind of person can make such a bad person remember in his heart.

He waits and sees.

Western Regions, Bliss Sect.

Flying Pigeon landed on his arm, took down the note, and read aloud, his voice was clear and mellow, "Come to the Central Plains quickly, we will meet at Yinjian Villa in Huai'an."

Obviously it's just a few simple words, but I read it several times over and over again.

The note was put down, revealing a glowing peach blossom eyes, very handsome and romantic.

Playing with the note in his hand, the man always had a cynical smile on his face.

In the past three years, Jiang Shiqi got rid of the immature appearance of a teenager, suddenly twitched, and his tall and straight figure already showed the aura of an adult man.

The appearance of a young man is unparalleled.

Now, with every gesture, he is full of grace and demeanor, exuding the charm of men to the extreme.

Men never pay too much attention to their own appearance, except when there is someone in their hearts.

Jiang Shiqi thanked God for giving him such a good skin.

Dong Shi said that he has gathered the strengths of hundreds of schools, and now "Qiongya Thirteen Styles" has been completed, and there is no rival in the world.

He also has a handsome appearance that is unparalleled in the world.

In this way, in this world, except for him, no one can stand shoulder to shoulder with the master.

Jiang Shiqi believed so, and never doubted it.

After receiving the letter, he didn't dare to neglect, and rushed to Huai'an day and night.

After finally arriving at the gate of Yinjian Villa, he observed that he was a little embarrassed, so he went to take care of it again.

He dared to knock on the door after returning to his former handsome and unparalleled appearance.

The maid passed the message and waited in the lobby.

Jiang Shiqi was so excited that he couldn't contain himself.

For three years, he endured the pain of broken bones and remodeling, studied hard and practiced hard, and finally practiced Qiongya Thirteen Styles.

He had wanted to come to the Central Plains for a long time, to tell his master about his lovesickness, and his joy of success.

He has too many words to say to Master.

Years of longing, coupled with certain methods taught to him by Dong Shi.

Jiang Shiqi finally understood his thoughts.

He is pleased with his master.

It sounds outrageous, but...

There will never be such a person in this world again, who makes him toss and turn day and night.

The crisp copper bell rang, and Jiang Shiqi hurriedly stood up to meet him.

Not only his master came here, but also...

"Your apprentice is really good." Jiang Yanliu talked to Shumo very casually.

Shumo agreed, "Of course it's good, you definitely can't teach such an excellent disciple."

"Master... what is this?" For some reason, Jiang Shiqi felt a little lost. The atmosphere between the two of them was so harmonious, he felt that he was superfluous, and even his words were a bit sluggish.

"Gentleman Jian Jiang Yanliu." Shumo said, "A teacher and friend?" Speaking of this, he looked at Jiang Yanliu, as if waiting for the other party to express his opinion.

"Yeah." Jiang Yanliu did not refute it as a way of saving face.

"Is that so?" Jiang Shiqi had never felt so unspeakably bitter as if he was in a cold pond and ice cave.

It turns out...the master is not necessarily around him.

The white-clothed swordsman and the red-clothed boy stood side by side. Although there was no laughter and laughter, the tacit understanding between their gestures and gestures was enough to prove the intimacy of the two.

He is redundant.

Such a reality is dazzling and cruel.

The author has something to say:

Shura field or something, this is just the illusion of Xiao Shiqi who is caught in the vortex of love. Although the big scum is scum, he will not abuse babies, everyone, don't worry.

As for Jiang Daxia, he has already figured out the nature of the big scum. There is only a PY transaction with a clear price between the two, and there is nothing more.

Love or something does not exist, tan90°, Jiang Yanliu's wife is a sword, no matter how bad it is, she is also a little Susu.

small theater:

Jiang Shiqi (grievance and complaint): Obviously I came first!

Jiang Yanliu (calm and composed): I have known your master since you were playing in mud.

Shumo (eating melon seeds and crossing his legs to watch the play): This Baixue acted well.