Quick-wearing green tea, she is so charming

Chapter 1524 The matchmaker is good at cutting red thread (16)
After receiving some people's hostility, Jiang Cha shrank back in fear, and she gently tugged at the man's sleeve.

Lian Su felt it, bowed his head sideways, looked at the hands on the clothes, "let go."

The man's voice was cold, no good or bad could be heard.

"They're so scary, I'm afraid." Jiang Cha shook his head, "You got me out, and you are responsible."

Hearing this, Lian Su pursed her lips and sighed, ignoring the hand.

Seeing the man acquiescing and the woman following him so closely, everyone was surprised.

"Eldest brother, who is she?" Someone finally thought of this question.

"Who is Lian Su?" The head of the sect was also surprised.

How could one more female doll come out after being closed once?

"Sword." Lian Su raised the sword in his hand.

The master was astonished, "Sword...sword spirit?"

"I got her out of the sword." Lian Su nodded.

Jiang Cha stood beside him, shoulder to shoulder with him, blinking her dark eyes with a confused expression, listening to their conversation, she tried her best to pretend to understand.

Seeing the expression of the person next to him from the corner of the eye, something flashed in Lian Su's eyes, but no one caught it soon.

"Isn't that so?" The leader was surprised.

The mainland has not yet seen artifacts, and most of them are spiritual weapons.

This...their Qing Huan Sect is about to make a big fuss.

After clearing the others, the headman called the other elders to have a meeting with Lian Su.

Ginger tea is naturally among them.

She stood beside Lian Su, pinching his sleeve, looking around.

These people are also looking at her, and some even use spiritual power to test her.

In the end they only got one message.

The depth of a woman's cultivation cannot be seen, but she can be sure that she is a decent cultivator.

In this way, they all identified Jiang Cha as a sword spirit.

"The sect will recruit new disciples in a few days, and Lian Su will be responsible for the assessment." The headmaster thought for a while, and then told the other elders, "Remember, don't let the disciples reveal her identity."

The birth of the divine weapon is still the kind that gave birth to the sword spirit. If other sects find out, they will fight for it by all means.

Artifacts have no allies.

"Yes." The elders nodded and immediately explained when they went back.

But the disciples who went to greet Lian Su that day knew it all.

Mu Qingling's courtyard.

Several female cultivators sat together to advise her, "Even if it is a sword spirit, it is still a woman, and they should avoid it."

"Didn't senior brother just love that sword before?" A female cultivator said, "He even said love words to the sword."

The atmosphere suddenly froze.

Before facing the sword like this, they only thought that the elder brother was stunned by cultivation.

But now, the sword has turned into a human being, so it's different.

Mu Qingling's face was expressionless, but a sense of crisis rose in her heart.

"Go back, I'm tired." As if thinking of something, the woman's complexion improved, and then waved.

The other nuns stood up.

Over there, Jiang Cha followed Lian Su to the mountain where he was. As a disciple of the school, he had exclusive access to a mountain, and he was the only one.

"They call you Lian Su, is that your name?" Jiang Cha tilted his head, "What's my name?"

"Do you have no memory?" Lian Su asked.

Jiang Cha was confused, then shook his head.

Lian Su looked up at the sky, "Yin."

"Huh?" Jiang Cha was confused.

"The sky is overcast." After Lian Su finished speaking, she entered the yard.

Jiang Cha quickly followed, "Lianyin?"

The man paused, then turned around to see that the woman looked serious, not joking.

Jiang Cha tilted her head, "What's wrong?"

"Nothing." Lian Su turned her head.

The two went back to the house, and Jiang Cha found that the huge mountain was just the two of them.

"Scared." Jiang Cha saw the man sitting there looking at the sword without moving, she tugged at his sleeve, "Move."

(End of this chapter)