My old enemy wants to spoil me [Transmigration Book]

Chapter 10 Snow Listening Cliff

After that, Shang Qing talked to Lin Jiuyuan for a while, and Lin Jiuyuan said that if he had any difficulties, he could ask him for help.

After Lin Jiuyuan left, Shang Qing wanted to ask Qin Che something, but found that Qin Che was no longer in the living room.

Thinking about it carefully, after Lin Jiuyuan came in, Qin Che seemed to have gone to the bedroom in the middle of their conversation.

Is it a break?Shang Qing walked to the door of the bedroom and quietly glanced inside.

Qin Che was lying on his side on the bed, his eyes were closed, his brows were slightly frowned, and a thin blanket was randomly placed on his body, and he seemed to have fallen asleep.If you listen carefully, you will find that his breathing is slightly heavy, as if he is very tired.

Shang Qing felt a little puzzled, but first retreated lightly to the living room.

He thought to himself, let Senior Brother Qin rest first, and ask him after he wakes up.

Sitting alone at the desk next to the window, Shang Qing thought that he should write a letter to Mu Huashuang to report his safety or something.

Taking out another piece of paper, Shang Qing began to write.

He didn't write too much, he only said that he was in good health, and Chong Huazong didn't make things difficult for him.The head of the sect even handed over the Zixiao Ling, which is equivalent to the identity of the peak master, to himself, and he will have to work harder in the future.

Putting the letter in an envelope, the common sense memory in his head told Shang Qing that there were spirit cranes in the backyard of Jianlu to help deliver the letter.

Wait, what is the name of the place where Mu Jishuang lives in Yunya Mountain?

Shang Qing bowed his head and pondered for a while, but he didn't expect that a place name actually reminded him of it in the end.

Lingxueya, it should be this one.

Shang Qing came to the backyard, stumbled and went through some unskilled spiritual communication, and finally succeeded in getting Linghe to deliver the letter for him.

When Shang Qing returned to the room, he happened to see Qin Che sitting up from the bed. He casually put his coat on his shoulders, raised his hand and rubbed his forehead vigorously, some blue-grey appeared under his eye sockets.

Shang Qing's heart tightened. It seemed that Qin Che's physical condition was not very good either.He asked in a low voice, "Brother, are you feeling unwell?"

Qin Che turned his head, his tone and expression were very normal: "Oh, it's not a problem, it's an old problem left over from the past. I haven't been out of Longyuan Peak for a long time, and I can't get used to the air outside."

While teasing himself, he lit the pipe beside the bed and put it to his lips.

The wisps of smoke slowly dissipated, and Shang Qing only noticed this time that the smell of the smoke was not unpleasant, but rather a mixture of some kind of flowers and herbs, with a slight fragrance, but a bitter aftertaste .

Qin Che exhaled a puff of smoke and said, "Lin Jiuyuan was telling you about the Zixiao Order before? I seemed to hear it vaguely before I fell asleep."

"Yes, Senior Brother Lin said that the sect leader doesn't want to see Longyuan Peak decline, so I need to worry about it."

After Qin Che listened, he thought for a while and said, "Everything has to be spent at the beginning. The Chonghua School has always been responsible for the income and expenditure of each peak. Before Longyuan Peak, I was left alone, so I didn't care too much about it." It's about money. Now that you're back, you should think about how to develop."

Shang Qing also wants to develop, but according to his understanding, sword repair is really the most difficult profession to make money.

Medical practitioners can grow spiritual herbs, alchemy practitioners can refine elixirs, and peaks such as refining tools, talisman arrays, and beast control also have their own ways to make money.

Only sword cultivators rely entirely on strength.You can gain something only by entering and exiting the secret realm to find treasures of heaven and earth, or completing tasks that are difficult for others to solve.

Sword cultivators are not necessarily poor, those who are poor are sword cultivators who are not strong enough.

But unfortunately, Shang Qing is now a sword cultivator who has lost his cultivation base, and it may be impossible to make money from his own business.

Although Qin Che doesn't know how to use swords, he also has special strengths. He said, "I planted a medicine field behind the sword cottage. The water, soil and aura in that place are good. Before, I just planted it casually by myself, so I didn't open it up. Too much, and it could be expanded if need be."

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Yunya Mountain is located in the north, and even in May, the highest peak of Lingxue Cliff is still covered with snow.

There was light snow again today, and the snow cranes that lived on the cliff had long been accustomed to such temperatures, but it was the spirit cranes that flew over from the Chonghua sect that was like spring all the year round.

Yan Linhan retracted the sword in his hand, and the edge of the sword drew a silver shimmer in the air, and returned to the scabbard neatly.

He approached the spirit crane that was trembling because it was difficult to adapt to the snow, took off the letter on its feet, raised his hand and touched the spirit crane's long beak, indicating that it could leave here first.

The crane fluttered its wings and flew.

Yan Linhan glanced at the envelope and was slightly stunned.

I don't know which confidant misremembered the address. The letter was obviously meant to be sent to Mu Jiashuang, but it was sent to Lingxue Cliff.

Mu Jishuang's residence is at the foot of the mountain, called Taxuexuan.Even though it is on the same mountain as Lingxue Cliff, no one would make a mistake on weekdays.

Yan Linhan's fingertips landed on the name on the envelope, pressing the handwriting that he could still recognize at a glance.

I didn't deliberately copy the practiced fonts, but they fell on the paper casually. I am afraid that people who have learned calligraphy will not be able to tell that it looks good.

But Yan Linhan didn't think it was ugly either.

On the contrary, the corners of the characters are somewhat rounded and casual, which can be seen to be cute after a long time.

Yan Linhan's slender fingers rubbed the seal of the letter for a while, and finally hesitated for a long time before he remembered that today Mu Jishuang took his apprentice to the Houshan Waterfall to practice swords, and he would not be back until evening.

I don't know if there is any urgent matter in the letter.

Thinking so, Yan Linhan swiped his fingertips lightly, shaking out the letter paper inside.

A few words, all of which are easy to speak, announcing good news but not worrying.

After 20 years in the Shang Qing Dynasty, he returned to the Chong Hua Sect with a state of complete loss of cultivation. Even if the head of the sect was willing to favor him a little, it might not be so easy.

Yan Linhan curled up his fingertips slightly, looked at the handwriting on the letter for a long time, but was still worried after all.

Twenty years of separation between life and death, no matter how complicated feelings Yan Linhan had back then, they all turned into the same state of mind.

God's will is like a knife, he has already missed it once, and he doesn't want to miss it again.

With a twitch in Yan Linhan's heart, a somewhat absurd thought popped up.

When I saw Shang Qing last time, he always seemed a little afraid of himself, and because of the difference in sect, it was impossible for Yan Linhan to stay by his side all the time.

If there is a new identity...

Yan Linhan suddenly remembered something. A young master of the Yan family had admired Sword Master Yunyan since he was a child, and had been clamoring to go to Longyuan Peak to learn as a teacher.

He has a good relationship with Yan Linhan. If he handles it properly, he can realize Yan Linhan's ridiculous idea just now.

He put away the letter in his hand, went back to the courtyard on the top of the cliff, and wrote a letter for Yunhe to take to a place he rarely mentioned.

Yunhe headed east, flapping its wings for eight hundred miles.

I saw red walls and golden tiles, eight streets and nine streets, smoke cages and thin willows on both sides of the painted bridge, and wind curtains and emerald curtains.

Yunhe didn't stop its wings, and went out of Lin'an City for another [-] miles.

The scene in front of him changed again, and the prosperous scene just now gradually faded away.

A lake as quiet as the night sky, surrounded by verdant mountains.

The lake reflects the stars in the sky, as if thousands of stars have fallen into the lake; there is a lone peak among the mountains, standing tall, like a sword facing the sky, submerged in the sea of ​​clouds.

This place is called Tianjian Lake, and it is the residence of the Yan family in Lin'an.

There are many big and small cultivation families in Chengtian Realm, but the most famous and powerful ones are Tianjian Lake of Lin'an Yan Clan, and Beidou Mountain Villa of Yueyang Bai Clan.

There was a young man by the lake, about fourteen or fifteen years old.His eyes were black and bright, and he was dressed in a gorgeous brocade robe with gold patterns on a silver background, with a gold and jade ring ringing softly around his waist. He looked like a young master from a wealthy family in Lin'an City.

With sharp eyes, the young man saw snow cranes circling down from the sky.

His eyes lit up, he clapped his hands and said with a smile: "The crane came from Yunya Mountain, it should be a letter from my little uncle."