My wife is the sect leader

"What's the matter?"

An Jing raised his eyebrows and asked.

Puhui Bodhisattva asked: "Since this relic is borrowed, I don't know when to return it?"

Hearing Puhui Bodhisattva's words, An Jing glanced at him inexplicably, and then drove the thousand-year-old black boa to a distance.

"Crash!" "Crash!"

The body of the millennium black anaconda slid under the cliff and headed straight down the mountain at an incredible speed, and disappeared in the sight of Puhui Bodhisattva and Fawu in the blink of an eye.

"This ghost swordsman is worthy of being a ghost swordsman. His sword skills are treacherous, and so is his strength."

Puhui Bodhisattva looked at An Jing's disappearing back, and couldn't help saying: "Fa Wu, help me as a teacher, let's go back to Faxi Temple."

Fawu asked curiously: "Master, didn't you say it's all right...?"

"That's for Ghost Swordsman..."

Puhui Bodhisattva gave a wry smile, "If you showed such a serious injury just now, if the ghost swordsman becomes murderous, you will be in trouble. Don't forget, there is a strange beast waiting to go... …”

When Fa Wu heard this, he hurriedly supported Puhui Bodhisattva and walked up the mountain.

Chapter 121

Random graves in the north of the city.

The night is dark, and the north wind howls, like ghosts crying and wolves howling, which makes people shudder.

"It's better to use this Evil Suppressing Sword sparingly..."

Supporting his body, An Jing buried the Suppressing Evil Sword, then sprinkled the snow on both sides on it, and left after arranging it seamlessly.

Even though there are few people in this random graveyard, there must be no carelessness.

Then he drove the thousand-year-old black anaconda to dive back to the bottom of the Qinghe Wharf.

Although the soul of the thousand-year-old black boa is gone, the powerful body and inner alchemy still exist, and one day it can transform into a dragon.

After doing all this, An Jing only felt dizzy, and the sequelae of becoming a powerful ghost began to surge up, making his limbs start to feel weak, and he felt drowsy.

Coupled with the injuries from the battle with Puhui Bodhisattva and the burning of blood, his face turned pale.

"There is one more trouble..."

An Jing still hasn't forgotten about the moon in the water, and whispered to himself, "Li Fuzhou is gone, and the moon in the water is still secretly following him, forget it, when he cultivates the ghost valley mental method to the second profound realm, he can be completely fascinated. ..."

Reaching the realm of the Second Profound Realm, not only can you practice the Paper Man Replacement Death Technique, but the skill of Ghost Valley Mishun will also be greatly improved, and by then you will be able to completely cultivate the second-grade Water Moon Fascination Soul.

Taking a deep breath, An Jing burned all the blood-stained robes.

Then, carrying the small medicine box, he ran all the way according to the energy mechanism left in the moon's body in the water.

Along the way, I found that there were many people from the rivers and lakes around, and their target was Sanmiao Mountain. Their expressions were hurried, as if they were searching for something.

"It seems that these people were attracted by the battle between themselves and Pratt & Whitney Bodhisattva."

An Jing looked at the figures hurrying away in the dense forest around him, and thought to himself.

However, this matter has nothing to do with him.

Finally, An Jing found the figure of the moon in the water in the forest. At this moment, his eyes were a little dull. Looking at the bird standing on the bud, he didn't know what kind of scene appeared in his mind.

After wiping off the haunted soul of Guigu on Shuiyue, An Jing walked along the official road towards Yuzhou City with a small medicine box on his back.

"Um!?"

Shuiyue gradually woke up, only felt that her brain was swollen, as if it was about to explode, and hurriedly looked around to find her target.

Seeing the doctor walking along the official road, he let out a heavy breath, moved his body, and followed quickly.

.........

In Jishi Hall, the lights were dimmed.

No matter how late it is, among the thousands of lights, there is always one that is lit for him.

This is a kind of happiness.

"Ma'am, I'm back."

An Jing walked in through the side door, and then put the medicine box in his hand on the table.

"Why are you so weak?" Zhao Qingmei walked out, looked at An Jing strangely and asked.

"I went up the mountain to search for medicine with Yao Nong today, and I'm a little tired." An Jingqiang said with a smile.

"Are you so tired?"

Upon hearing this, Zhao Qingmei put her palm on An Jing's shoulder and squeezed it lightly, saying, "Don't go next time."

At the same time, she also felt a little strange, her husband has also practiced some martial arts, would it be so tiring to go up the mountain to collect herbs?

"Drink some water."

Zhao Qingmei picked up the teapot beside her and poured a cup of tea.

"It's okay, it's just once today. I haven't climbed the mountain for a long time, and I feel a little unwell."

An Jing took the tea, drank it in one gulp, and said, "Where are the people from Tanyun?"

Zhao Qingmei said: "She took Xiao Heizai out for a walk, she should be back soon, are you hungry?"

"Ah."

An Jing nodded, he hadn't eaten for a day, and he really felt empty in his stomach.

"Then I'll get you some hot food"

Zhao Qingmei hurried into the kitchen and started to get busy.

Looking at the busy shadow and the light smoke in the kitchen.

An Jing couldn't help feeling a warm feeling in his heart, and walked forward slowly.

"what happened?"

Zhao Qingmei turned around and found that An Jing was standing in front of her, less than a foot away, and could feel the warm breath and the beating of the heart.

"I'm a little tired, I just want to hug you."

An Jing hugged Zhao Qingmei, feeling the warmth in her arms, and suddenly felt drowsy.

Zhao Qingmei patted An Jing's back distressedly, and said: "You, just let those medicine farmers and hunters go to collect medicine, and then give them some more money, there is no need to do everything by yourself, of course it will be tiring .”

"Okay, let's eat first, and take a good rest after eating."

An Jing leaned on Zhao Qingmei's shoulder, feeling like she was about to fall asleep.

"I'm too tired to eat."

"I'm still tired after eating. I don't know how happy Tan Yun will be when he hears it."

"I'm not of the same species as her."

"Yes, yes, eat quickly, or it will be cold in a while."

Zhao Qingmei smiled slightly, "If you don't eat now, you may not have anything to eat when Tan Yun comes back."

"That's what the lady said."

When An Jing heard this, his heart skipped a beat.

If Madam can still eat some leftovers after eating, then Tan Yun is different, there are no leftovers...

Immediately, An Jing sat down obediently.

Zhao Qingmei brought out all the food.

Smelling the aroma of the food, An Jing suddenly felt his index finger move.

"Slower......."

Looking at An Jing's big bite, he said: "No one will fight with you."

"one more bowl."

An Jing finished a bowl in two mouthfuls of three, and stretched out his hand.

Zhao Qingmei took the porcelain bowl and filled it up again.

"Ma'am, I found that your cooking skills have improved recently." An Jing said while eating.

"You can eat it if you like."

Under the dim light, Zhao Qingmei looked at An Jing who was devouring the food in front of her, and her heart was filled with excitement.

An Jing said with a smile: "I like to eat what Madam makes."

"Husband."

"Um?

Zhao Qingmei thought for a while and said, "I have something to discuss with you."

"Go ahead."

"I want to visit my relatives and go back."

"Visiting my parents!?"

An Jing gave a slight pause in his hand.

Zhao Qingmei nodded and said: "Yes, there are some elders in the clan who watched me grow up. I want to go back and have a look, but it's been a while since I went back."

An Jing thought for a while and said, "Alright, then I'll go back with you then."

Zhao Qingmei went back alone, he was not at ease no matter what, if he encountered a bandit...

Zhao Qingmei smiled and said, "Husband, don't worry, you forgot that I didn't come to Yuzhou City with Tan Yun, and I also learned some boxing skills."

An Jing put down his chopsticks, and said with a serious face: "That's different, who can you deal with with your three-legged cat?"

"Husband, what's wrong with my three-legged cat kung fu, you still look down on me?"

Zhao Qingmei blinked her eyes and said: "You haven't practiced martial arts much, it's not the same if we go back together."

An Jing opened his mouth, and said after a while, "That's different, anyway, I can definitely protect you."

"Husband, then you are leaving, what about this clinic?" Zhao Qingmei smiled inwardly.

"Closing it down for two or three months first, the impact should not be too great."

An Jing said.

Then, as if thinking of something, he pondered.

He has already been possessed by the black chance, and there may be murderous intentions at any time. If Zhao Qingmei goes back to visit her relatives, this is also a chance to solve the hidden danger.

But letting Zhao Qingmei go on the road alone, he felt uneasy.

"Um!?"

Suddenly, An Jing's eyes lit up, and he had an idea in his heart.

There are two wooden men at the entrance of the cave, and their strength is around the third rank. Even if they are not close, the two wooden men are more than enough to deal with a third rank.

Although the third rank is at the bottom of the upper three ranks, it can be regarded as a well-known master in the rivers and lakes.

Back then, the master of Flying Eagle Castle, who made a big disturbance in Linjiang City, rushed into the Linhu courtyard, and wanted to kill Jianghu, was only a third-rank cultivation base.

Just as Zhao Qingmei was about to continue talking, An Jing said, "Let's discuss this matter when you are about to leave. There is no rush."

"it is good."

Zhao Qingmei smiled.

Not long after, An Jing had already eaten three bowls of rice.

"Ma'am, I'm a little tired, so I'll go to bed today."

An Jing patted his stomach contentedly, feeling that his eyelids were fighting.

"Go."

Zhao Qingmei picked up the dishes on the table.