My wife is the sect leader

After finishing speaking, An Jing turned his body and turned out of the window.

"suffer!"

Han Wenxin still wants to say a few more words to An Jing, but An Jing has long since disappeared, "What, just go away like this to disturb my sweet dreams, and don't even say a drink before leaving, it's really meaningless."

Muttering something, Han Wenxin seemed to have thought of something, and then quickly knelt down.

"Buddha, I said before that as long as Brother An can come back to life, I will quit sex. What I said is all false, please don't take it to heart."

Chapter 135 The First Swordsman Lou Xiangzhen

In Linjiang City, there is a restaurant.

"Have you heard that the Zhenyi Sect has started offering rewards for ghost swordsmen?"

"This has been spread all over the rivers and lakes. Who still doesn't know? Just report the location of the ghost swordsman to the people in Qingfengtang. If it is accurate, you can get 5 taels of silver."

"5 taels of silver!? Is it real or not?"

"The alchemy workshop of Zhenyi Sect is not short of money, and 5 taels is just a drop in the bucket for Zhenyi Sect."

"But the news of the reward is worth 5 taels of silver, and the Zhenyi Sect regards this person as very important."

"What's the grudge between the Shinichi Sect and the ghost swordsman?"

"It is said that Qi Yun died because of that ghost swordsman."

"I have another big news to tell you, Dongluoguan, do you know? Not long ago, a new master was promoted, but I don't know who it is."

"The magic power of the Demon Cult has grown by three points."

..........

There was a lot of discussion in the restaurant, and some people in the rivers and lakes were talking about major events that happened in the rivers and lakes.

In the corner, sat a man in a black robe with an expression as indifferent as water.

This person is An Jing who rushed from Yuzhou City to Linjiang City.

"Shinichi Sect..."

An Jing took a deep breath and frowned slightly.

Zhenyijiao also started to search for his whereabouts for the sake of Da Luo's mind. It seems that he should pay more attention to Zhenyijiao this time.

As the national religion of Dayan, Zhenyi Sect has many masters under its command, including four peaks and seven masters, and Xiao Qianqiu has been in the arena for decades, and his strength may be stronger than that of Jiang Ye.

"Um!?"

At this moment, a dusty figure walked in from the door.

It was an old man, dressed in gray clothes, turned white from washing, holding a long sword in his hand, with a bitter face, his eyes looked cloudy but there was a bright light hidden inside.

The old man came in, as if he was looking for something, he kept looking around, finally found an empty seat, sat down, and shouted: "Little Er, serve two good dishes and a jug of good wine."

"okay!"

After Xiao Er finished listening, he gave a clear drink.

The old man seemed ordinary, but somehow An Jing felt a little familiar from it.

Jiang Sanjia! ?

An Jing frowned, and from the old man, he felt the same aura as Jiang Sanjia's, as if the old man had deliberately released it.

This old man is no one else, but the old man Xiang who came from the border.

The two sat at the two tables, eating the food and drink on the table on their own, and their eyes met from time to time, but they didn't speak first.

Suddenly, there was a noisy sound outside the restaurant.

"Help... help..."

I saw a beautiful woman rushing into the restaurant, followed by several figures, the leader was a man with a sharp mouth and monkey cheeks, who looked like a scholar.

The man licked his lips and said with a smile: "Little beauty, your husband has already sold you to my young master, it is useless for you to go to the ends of the earth."

"Help me...please, help me."

The woman cried as she ran.

"Let's go, let's go, this is Master Wang from Linhu Bieyuan, a member of Chu Huai."

"It turned out to be him, let's get out of here quickly, don't cause trouble."

........

When the people around saw this, their faces changed, and they all retreated into the distance.

At this time, a young swordsman was about to stand up when his companion pressed down with his palm.

The companion whispered: "Have you forgotten Flying Eagle Castle..."

The young swordsman's expression changed suddenly, and finally he sighed heavily, and didn't speak any more.

No one in the entire Jiangnan Road does not know Feng Shuimu of Flying Eagle Fort. His cultivation base is in the realm of the third rank, and he can be regarded as a master. However, Feng Shuimu's wife and daughter were targeted by Chu Huai, and then he sent someone to directly tie the well. In the mansion, let him play.

Feng Shuimu learned the news and led all the masters of Feiying Castle to surround the Linhu Bieyuan. In the end, he failed to kill Chu Huai, but died in Linhu Bieyuan himself, and Feiyingbao was destroyed once. .

At that time, the entire Jiangnan Dao Jianghu caused an uproar, and countless people supported Na Feng Shuimu. The final result was that Chu Huai was grounded and could not step out of the Linhu courtyard.

But Chu Huai did not restrain himself because of this. Instead, he sent his lackeys to continue to search for beauties around Linjiang City for his entertainment.

And Master Wang in front of him is Chu Huai's most capable dog leg.

"Little beauty, run away."

Master Wang looked at the woman with a smile.

"Help me... I beg of you."

Seeing Master Wang's eyes, the woman felt a chill in her heart, she kept kneeling and begging to the people around her, with tears in her eyes.

Everyone knew that if they entered the Linhu Bieyuan, they would definitely be ravaged to death by Chu Huai, not even a single life would be left behind.

Linjiang City's flowers are too old, so it's not a waste of fame?

Many people around looked very ugly, but no one dared to stop it.

The sound of miserable cries continued to stimulate everyone's heartstrings.

Master Wang stepped on his feet, grabbed the woman's wrist, and said with a sinister smile: "You can enjoy the whipping of the young master."

"stop!"

A cold drink sounded.

Master Wang followed the voice and looked over. It was a young man with a flushed face and a long sword behind his back.

The young man shouted loudly: "Under smooth weather, you dare to rob people's daughters!? Is there no law for kings?"

"Yo!"

Master Wang couldn't help laughing when he heard this, "Where did you come from who is not afraid of death? He even told me the king's law?"

"Hahahaha!"

Behind him, the masters of Linhu Bieyuan all laughed, with a hint of mockery in their laughter.

"hateful!"

When the young man saw it, he was even more furious, and he drew his sword behind him, "Since you dare to do such an outrageous thing, then don't blame me for being rude."

"call out!"

Jian Guang froze and stabbed towards Master Wang's throat.

"One line of red, this is Yijianmen's Yijian Thirteen Styles!"

"This young man's swordsmanship has reached the realm of power, it seems that he should be an outstanding disciple of Yi Jianmen."

........

When everyone around saw this, there was a gleam in their eyes.

An Jing drank the wine on his own, with an extremely calm expression on his face.

The five gangs and seven factions are the most powerful in the Great Yan Jianghu, but under these five gangs and seven factions, there are some sects that are spread all over the land of Dayan.

These sects have all received the Great Yan Mountain Opening Order, and they can be regarded as official orthodox sects, having the right to recruit disciples and continue the orthodoxy.

And Yi Jianmen is one of these many sects.

A hundred years ago, Yi Jianmen also produced a fifth-level swordsman who was famous in the Yanjiang Lake. Since then, Yijianmen has not seen any powerful swordsmen, and its reputation has gradually declined.

"It's just a cultivation base at the peak of the sixth rank, but you dare to be a hero to save the beauty?"

Master Wang sneered, then stretched out his palm, and saw that the boy's long sword was directly held in his hand, and then he patted the boy's shoulder with his palm.

"boom!"

The young man let go of the long sword in his hand, and his body fell heavily on the old man's table.

One move, just one move, the boy was defeated by Master Wang.

The old man supported the boy by the palm of his hand, and said: "Is there anything that can't be said properly, why do you have to go to war like this?"

"Old man, I advise you to mind your own business."

Master Wang sneered, and then looked at the young man, "Boy, it seems that you haven't figured out what's going on in the Jianghu, so you dare to venture into the Jianghu? Talk to me, Wang De, about the king's law?"

"you!"

The young man clutched his arms, and was reprimanded for failing to succeed, his face turning pale.

"Let me teach this kid a lesson first."

Master Wang waved his hand.

"Yes!"

A few people behind quickly surrounded him, and besieged the disciple of Yi Jianmen. They didn't hold back their hands at all, and greeted them completely according to the dead hand.

Anyway, Chu Huai was behind them, and he was responsible for what happened.

There was crackling, and the surrounding tables, chairs and benches were smashed to pieces.

The shopkeeper stood aside with a mournful face, shaking his head and sighing, not daring to speak loudly.

Everyone around also got up, for fear of being affected.

In the whole restaurant, only An Jing and the old man were eating and drinking on their own, always extremely calm.

"Snapped!"

The boy was slapped hard on the face, and then he staggered and lay down on An Jing's table, spraying out a bloody arrow.

"Brother, this is good wine."

Seeing this, An Jing said angrily.

The young man looked at the black-robed man in front of him, and felt aggrieved in his heart. I was almost beaten to death by these bullies, and you still regret your wine?

Master Wang took a stride, ready to grab the boy by the collar.

"and many more!"

An Jing stopped Master Wang.

"What are you going to do?"

Master Wang looked at the man in black in front of him, his brows sank.

An Jing said displeasedly: "He stained my drink, wait until he pays."

"you wanna die!?"

Master Wang is not a fool, so he immediately shouted coldly.

An Jing pointed to the wine jug covered in blood, looked at Xiaoer and the shopkeeper: "This is good wine, you ask the shopkeeper for five taels of silver per jug, right?"

"Yes Yes......"

The waiter and the shopkeeper could only respond in embarrassment, and then they couldn't help but think to themselves: I still care about the five taels of silver wine, be careful not to lose your life.

Everyone around was secretly sweating for An Jing.