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Chapter 1165 The Story of the Demon Sect Saintess Raising a Baby ([-])
Jiang Jitong's mother has been dead for many years, and his father has always been obsessed with martial arts, and considering that his stepmother might treat his son badly, he has no plans to remarry.

Therefore, the important matter of Jiang Jitong's marriage can only fall on the old lady.

Considering that she was getting older, the old lady was afraid that if she kicked her legs suddenly one day, she would have to implicate her grandson in keeping her filial piety.

Therefore, the old lady is eager to arrange a marriage for her eldest grandson, so as to avoid long days and long dreams.

"Okay, since grandma thinks she's good, let's settle down!" Jiang Jitong thought for a while and nodded again.

Although he didn't really like Zhou Qilan very much, he didn't dislike her either. Anyway, to him, it doesn't matter if he marries anyone.

"Since you agree, then it's a deal!" The old lady hurriedly made a decision as if she was afraid that he would regret it.

At this moment, Jiang Jitong didn't expect that he would regret his decision today, not only missing the girl he liked, but even his daughter accepted someone else as his father.

At the same time, a tall, handsome man in white with a somewhat indifferent demeanor came from the Devil's Cult.

"Who is here? What's the point of coming to my Demon Sect?" The disciple guarding the gate hurriedly stepped forward and asked.

"Please tell Master Qiu, the younger Jiang Jincang, entrusted by the elders, has something to meet with Master Qiu!" Jiang Jincang clasped his fists and said in a cold voice.

"Wait a minute, I'll go in and report first!" Seeing his extraordinary temperament and profound strength, the gatekeeper didn't dare to show any disrespect to him, so he quickly said politely.

"Thank you!" Jiang Jincang nodded slightly, and waited in place.

It was noon at this time, and the sun was shining brightly in the sky. It is reasonable to say that it would be unbearably hot, but for people like them who practiced martial arts, it was nothing.

Although Jiang Jincang had driven for half a day, his body was still refreshed, without a single drop of sweat.

And his temperament was as cold as an iceberg, and his expression did not change at all from beginning to end.

Qiu Huahao listened to his disciple's report, although he was a little puzzled, he still invited him in.

Jiang Jincang was led in by a disciple, and when they were halfway on the road, they heard a melodious sound of the piano.

Jiang Jincang looked in the direction of the sound of the piano, and his eyes were suddenly attracted by the figure.

The woman's jade fingers gently plucked the strings. From the sound of the piano, it can be heard that this woman has very high musical attainments.

It can bring people into a certain state of mind and make people feel refreshed after listening to it.

"That's the saint of our devil's religion. Does our saint play the piano well?"

Seeing him stop, the disciple leading the way knew that he was attracted by the sound of the piano, so he introduced it casually.

There was a bit of pride in their expressions. They all liked to listen to their saintess playing the piano. Although they didn't know much about music theory, they thought she played very well.

"What's your saint's name?" Jiang Jincang asked in a strange way.

The disciple gave him a surprised look, as if he hadn't expected him to ask such a question, but he still answered truthfully: "Our saint's name is Feng Lan."

These sons and daughters of the rivers and lakes are not so particular, and there is no saying that a woman's boudoir name should not be casually told to others.

Especially in some martial arts occasions, before the martial arts competition, everyone reported their names in advance.

This is how classic sentences such as "I will not change my name when I go, and I will not change my surname when I sit down" come from this.

"Fenglan?" Jiang Jincang said the name silently in his heart, and a slight strangeness appeared in his heart.

If Feng Lan felt something, she stopped what she was doing, looked over, and happened to meet a pair of deep and cold eyes, she couldn't help being slightly taken aback.

Who is this man?
She looks really good-looking, even more handsome than the male lead, is there such a number one person in the world?
Martial arts practitioners like them not only have much better hearing than ordinary people, but also have very good eyesight.

So even if they are some distance apart, they can still see each other clearly.

The original owner, as the saint of the Demon Cult, naturally knew a thing or two about the various forces, so as not to know who she met one day.

"Young Master Jiang, let's go quickly, don't keep the leader waiting for too long." Seeing Feng Lan looking over, the disciple who led the way couldn't help but blushed slightly, and said hastily.

The original owner is a great beauty. Although her personality is a bit cold, she never bullies others based on her status. Therefore, there are many disciples in the Demon Cult who admire the original owner.

After Feng Lan returned to the Demon Sect, she would still maintain a cold demeanor in front of other disciples.

But every time she touched her belly or played the piano, her expression became much gentler, which also led to more people admiring her.

Of course, most of them know that their status is low, and they know that the saintess is not like them, and ordinary disciples can be worthy of it.

So even if he has a lustful heart, he has no lustful guts, and only dares to secretly admire her, not even daring to look at her more.

The disciple who led the way was also one of those who admired Fenglan.

Of course, this kind of admiration is not pure. To put it bluntly, he just likes her face, and he adores her because she is beautiful.

Just like those school beauties and school grasses, they are very popular in school, but once they meet someone who looks better, it is easy to 'empathize'.

"Hmm..." Jiang Jincang took a deep look at Feng Lan, then followed the disciple who led the way and continued walking.

Feng Lan also withdrew her gaze, the two of them had left a certain impression on each other when they met for the first time.

"Jiang Jincang, the younger generation, has seen Hierarch Qiu!"

"Mr. Jiang is free of courtesy! I don't know who entrusted Mr. Jiang, what can I do with you?" Qiu Huahao condescended, looked Jiang Jincang up and down, and then asked calmly.

But he said in his heart, this person is only young, his skill is not shallow, his inner power is probably much deeper than Yan'er.

I don't know who his master is, who can teach such an outstanding apprentice.

"The junior was entrusted by his family teacher to convey a word to Hierarch Qiu." Jiang Jincang said neither humble nor overbearing, his expression still cold.

"Oh? Who is your master, what do you want me to tell you?"

"My master is Jiang Qi. Let me tell the seniors: Don't forget the ten-year agreement!" Jiang Jincang said seriously.

"Jiang Qi? So it's him!" Qiu Huahao's expression changed slightly when he heard the words, and then he didn't know what he thought of, and a trace of helplessness flashed in his eyes.

"He should have explained something else, right?" These words were not interrogative sentences, but affirmative sentences.

Qiu Huahao obviously understood the temperament of this 'old friend' very well, and Jiang Qi was also a well-known figure in Jiang Hu, known as 'Sword Master'.

Jiang Qi is not only superb in swordsmanship, but also a martial idiot, dedicated to pursuing a higher level of martial arts.

Qiu Huahao and Jiang Qi had never known each other before. Later, Qiu Huahao joined the Demon Cult, and Jiang Qi went around to challenge some martial arts masters, so the two rarely contacted each other.

As for the so-called 'ten-year agreement', it was an agreement they made ten years ago, and they agreed to let the disciples of both sides compete.

(End of this chapter)