My wife is the sect leader

An Jing's heart was shocked, as if he would think of the thunder in his heart yesterday.

Is Jiang Sanjia dead?

Was the sign yesterday because of Jiang Sanjia?

After a long while, he came back to his senses, cleaned up the debris on the ground, and couldn't help exhaling a foul breath.

"Brother Sanjia may be dead, but the black chance in my body has not been eliminated. It seems that I need to practice Guigu Xinfa to the realm of Erxuan as soon as possible. This will add a means of saving my life. If something unexpected happens in the future, I can keep some room to come."

Thinking of this, An Jing took a deep breath, lit the candle, and then began to think about Guigu's thoughts.

The paper figurine was turned into ashes, which undoubtedly sounded a wake-up call for him.

The black chance, which has been hidden all the time, is a thorn in his heart.

Guigu Xinfa is a Tianwu-level mental method, which is much more profound than the incomplete Daluo Xinfa. It is very difficult to cultivate to the second Xuan in a short time, but fortunately, Jiang Sanjia has commented on Anjing Guigu Xinfa.

For a long time, An Jing didn't have enough time to study and study.

Today, I can read the annotations of Guigu's mind in detail to see if I can break through to Erxuan.

"The sun and stars are like the weft, in the palm of his hand, occupy the past and observe the future, never tire of salt, six secrets and three strategies, infinite changes, formations and marches, gods and ghosts are unpredictable..."

An Jing looked along the book, studied it carefully, and understood the deep meaning in it.

The more I look at it, the more I feel a kind of blessing to the soul, as if I have been enlightened.

Unknowingly, an hour passed before An Jing closed the book.

Then he sat down cross-legged, and silently recited the Guigu Xinfa, and then the Qi mechanism in his body also started to run along the running route.

Not long after, a black airflow came into being, and then a white airflow gushed out.

One black and one white, the two streams of air are constantly intertwined.

Black and white are intertwined, and embrace simplicity.

Before he knew it, An Jing's mind was immersed in it.

However, he always restrained his aura to prevent it from spreading out.

The black and white intertwined air flow constantly surged in his meridians, and at the same time, the ground flowers were solidifying bit by bit.

The cultivation base is also growing at a speed visible to the naked eye.

...........

Dayan, Saibei, a border town.

The yellow sand is long, sweeping in, blowing the banner of the teahouse into a whistling sound.

"How long do you think the old man can last?"

"I guess it can last for two or three years."

"It's useless to persist for a long time, and there can be no results."

"The tofu's temper is really stinky, and I don't think it's possible."

"Was the old man interested in this tofu?"

..........

It looks like a dilapidated teahouse, but it is extremely lively.

Groups of three or four formed a pile, as if discussing something.

And what everyone is talking about can be regarded as an anecdote in the small town.

Nine years ago, an old man surnamed Xiang came to this small town and opened a teahouse here. This old man likes to chat with people, brag, and often brag about how good he was when he was young. According to himself, he is A very powerful swordsman.

At first the people in the town really believed it, but soon they found that the old man was bragging more and more, and what he said was far-fetched, and even told others that he was the best swordsman in the world, and then everyone realized that the old man was timid Poor, he doesn't look like a powerful swordsman, only to realize that what he said before was all bragging.

However, the old man Xiang is a very good person, and the people in the town get along very well with him.

In addition to running the teahouse, the old man Xiang also launched a "hunt and fight" against Tofu He, the owner of the tofu stall in the town.

However, this matter has been fruitless for several years.

"Old man Xiang, bring a pot of tea!"

A swordsman with a long knife sat down and shouted loudly.

"Come on, did you come so early today?"

At this moment, an old man with full hair and a smile on his face came out with a kettle and poured a large bowl of tea for the swordsman.

This person is the owner of the teahouse, old man Xiang.

The swordsman smiled and put the knife in his hand on the table.

"To the old man, to the old man."

At this moment, a thirteen or fourteen-year-old boy trotted over in the distance, and then walked over panting.

"Zhu boy, what's the matter?"

Ask the old man hurriedly.

Many tea drinkers around also looked over, with a hint of expectation in their eyes.

"No, she said that if you open a teahouse, you won't earn much money a year, unless..."

The boy panted heavily, stretched out five fingers, and said in a low voice, "Unless this is the number."

Sometimes Zhu Kai really couldn't understand that half of the old man's body was about to be buried in the ground, but he also wanted to marry the old woman from the Zhennan tofu stall.

Could it be that he has lived to this point and already thought about it?

Or is it possible to find a wife to accompany me to spend the few remaining years before I die?

Don't blame him, at his age, he can only choose the tofu.

However, this old man really has perseverance. Over the past few years, no matter how much Tofu He made sarcastic remarks, he has persevered. Now it can be regarded as the end of all hardships. Tofu He's attitude has changed a lot in the past few years.

He used to be indifferent and even sarcastically, but recently he began to relax.

"Five hundred Wen!?"

The old man couldn't help laughing when he heard this: "What's the difficulty? I still have fifty Wen a day in this teahouse. Isn't ten days enough?"

Three black lines appeared on the young man's forehead, and then he said in a low voice, "Are you really stupid or fake, this is 50 taels, do you know 50 taels?"

50 taels is already a huge sum of money for ordinary people.

"50 taels?" Hearing this, the old man Xiang said, "It's too expensive, doesn't she think she's a big girl?"

"What, 50 taels?"

"It's a bit difficult to handle. If it's five taels of silver, I can make up for it later."

"This is too much, an old woman costs 50 taels..."

"That is to say, the old man is also sincere, sincerity is priceless."

........

When everyone around heard this, they all showed displeasure to the old man.

For the old man Xiang's persistence, they have long seen it in their eyes, and even many people come to this teahouse to drink tea, mostly to see if the old man Xiang is going smoothly.

An old man took a sip of tea and said with a smile: "Maybe you don't know yet? Why did this tofu come here 30 years ago? At that time, he was a little older, but he was handsome and graceful. I don't know how many people secretly Admiring her, I heard that a captain in Nan Daying fell in love with her at first sight, but she didn't agree."

"Really?" Some people were skeptical.

Zhu Kai also nodded again and again: "I also heard from my grandfather that this Doufu He was first-class in beauty back then, not inferior to ordinary yellow-flowered girls, and my grandfather also said that when Tofu He was young, he must be as beautiful as an oiran. the great beauty."

Someone said from the side: "Let me just say, although Tofu He has a bad temper, there is a kind of elegance in his bones."

He smiled at the old man, and said to Zhu Kai, "Why don't you go and give that tofu, I don't have the 50 taels, I only have this small teahouse, if she wants, the old man is willing to give her all..."

"Are you really willing to give this teahouse to her?" Zhu Kai asked suspiciously.

"Of course, as long as she wants, I will give her my head." The old man said seriously.

"Go, go, it's unlucky. No matter how bad the tofu is, it's impossible to take your head." A scholar next to him said.

He smiled at the old man and did not speak.

"I'm going to deliver the message now."

Zhu Kai thought for a while and said: "If the matter is over, don't forget, old man Xiang, that you promised me something."

Patting his chest to the old man, he said: "Don't worry, the old man will definitely teach you everything. If you don't say anything else, if you learn the old man's three things, it will be no problem to rule the world."

"what!"

Everyone around booed.

"Okay, I'll go now."

When Zhu Kai heard this, his blood boiled with enthusiasm, wishing he could learn that sword technique right away, and go across the rivers and lakes.

With that said, he quickly ran towards Zhennan.

"Zhu Kai is really stupid."

"If you brag to the old man, he actually takes it seriously."

"I don't know why this tofu will let go."

"In my opinion, not necessarily."

........

Everyone around laughed.

The old man looked at Zhu Kai's back, shook his head and said: "This is not stupid, this is the heart of a child."

Everyone sat down and waited for Zhu Kai's reply.

"By the way, recently the caravan came and went, and I heard that another shocking event happened in Yujing City." The swordsman said.

"What's the big deal, is it more exciting than the battle between Puhui Bodhisattva and Lin Zongzhu?" Everyone around was interested.

"can say that."

The swordsman muttered: "Not long ago, Yujing City was suddenly covered with dark clouds and strong winds, and then a thunderbolt fell, splitting the rooftop in two..."

"Thunderstorm!?"

Everyone was shocked when they heard this.

Falling thunder is a thing that fell from the sky. Since ancient times, such things seem to represent ominous omens.

The footsteps of the old man entering the house were also paused.

"Could it be His Majesty..." The scholar was worried when he heard this.

"You can't say this for fun."

The people next to him quickly stopped him.

The swordsman continued: "I heard from the people in the caravan that it seems that the fortune-tellers in the Jianghu want to calculate the fortune of my country, and they are finally killed by backlash."

"National Luck!?"

When the people present heard this, their complexions became a little dignified.

Today, the news of Dayan Renhuang's serious injury spreads in the public, even the hearts of ordinary people in the market are cast in a haze, especially the people on the border.

There are a lot of caravans here, and there are quite a lot of news about Houjin. Naturally, knowing the sharpness of this tiger's minions, they all have a bad premonition in their hearts.

Everyone was discussing and expressing their opinions.

On the other hand, the old man Xiang fell silent.

At that moment, he felt like an invisible knife pierced his heart, making him breathless.

At that moment, he seemed out of place with the people around him.

"To the old man, to the old man..."

At this moment, Zhu Kai ran over excitedly, and shouted as he ran: "Doufu He agreed, she said that as long as you treat this small teahouse as a bride price, she will agree."

Zhu Kai's voice resounded instantly, and everyone around was delighted.

"This is a great joy."