My wife is the sect leader

Dai Danshu said seriously: "I know you won't listen to me, but what I say is for your own good. Ghost Swordsman's strength is beyond your ability to deal with. If you want to kill him, there is almost no possibility."

Dai Ling gritted her teeth tightly, "Father, I can understand what you said, but let me forget about the blood and hatred, as if nothing happened, I can't do it."

The death of the disabled old man is still vivid in her mind, now let her forget her hatred, how can she do it?

Dai Danshu naturally knew Dai Ling's temperament, felt a little helpless, and finally said after a long while: "Even if you don't forget this matter, you have to endure it and bury it deep in your heart."

Dai Ling nodded heavily: "Of course I know this, I won't do irrational things."

She deeply knew that when she should bear it, she must bear it, waiting for the most critical moment, to give her a fatal blow.

Dai Danshu knew that persuasion was useless, but it could motivate her, so he didn't talk about it again, instead he said: "I am here this time, mainly to tell you about the last time, what do you think? "

Dai Ling raised his head, and it took him a long time to say: "I don't like Zhao Mengtai, he is too gloomy and has too many thoughts."

Half a year ago, someone came to the Five Poisons Gate to talk about this relationship.

At that time, Dai Danshu felt that there was a crown prince above the second prince Zhao Mengtai, so he kept suppressing this matter, but looking at the recent time, the second prince Zhao Mengtai had a lot of ambitions. ... The second prince is not bad.

"Since you don't like it, forget it."

Dai Danshu sighed softly, "But marriage matters have to be taken care of. You are not too young now. I plan to publish the Jianghu Hero post to recruit you a son-in-law."

Dai Ling's strength is considered to be the best among the younger generation. Originally, he was interested in Qi Yun for 10 minutes, but he didn't expect Qi Yun to die in Yuzhou City, and he died very uselessly.

It is really too difficult for Dai Ling to find a good match with similar strength.

Dai Ling blinked: "Father, if a group of people in their [-]s and [-]s come to participate in this hero post, do you want me to marry them?"

"how can that be!?"

Dai Danshu flicked his sleeves and said angrily: "Don't worry, if someone in their teens calls me Yuezhang, I won't dare to agree."

Dai Ling heard it, and said in a low voice: "Then it's all up to Dad, anyway, I will never marry if I don't like it."

"Since you agree, I'll go get someone to spread the news tomorrow."

When Dai Danshu heard this, he was also relieved.

.........

Silent night.

Donglin Road, a small border town, a restaurant.

"Little Er, serve."

A plain-looking woman with a bloated figure walked in, dressed in black.

"Come on!"

Xiao Er walked over quickly with a cloth towel on, and asked with a smile, "What would the guest officer want to eat?"

A waiter in a restaurant not only needs to be able to serve tea and pour water, but also to be proficient in observing words, clothes and people.

When a guest comes to a restaurant for the first time, he must remember his appearance within a month. This is the most basic. It is also necessary to roughly judge what kind of person he is and what he does based on the clothes he is wearing.

The woman in front of him was wearing loose clothes and holding a long sword in her hand. Although she looked plain and had a bloated figure, she could tell at a glance that she might be someone from the rivers and lakes.

"Give me four...six special dishes." The woman thought for a while.

"Six dishes?"

Xiao Er muttered, then thought of something: "Do you want drinks, sir?"

The woman waved her hand and said, "I don't want any wine, first serve three big bowls of rice."

"Guest officer, don't you have friends coming?"

Upon hearing this, Xiaoer carefully asked, "Do you want me to add some more bowls and chopsticks?"

When the woman heard this, she raised her brows and said impatiently: "Serve the food as soon as you are asked, why are there so many words?"

"Okay, I will order now."

Xiao Er laughed along, then walked to the back hall, "Six specialties, three bowls of rice."

"How many people are here again?"

At this time, a cook asked while wiping the sweat from his head.

Xiao Er curled her lips and said, "Not many, just one."

When the cook heard this, he was dissatisfied and said, "Just one person? Is he a pig? Do you want to eat six big dishes?"

Seeing that the closing time is about to close, I can go home and rest with my wife in my arms, so I have to get busy again.

In the restaurant, the woman in black had excellent hearing, and the conversation between the two was heard verbatim.

She clenched her fists tightly, as if she was burning with anger.

The woman stretched out her hand, patted her chest, and motioned for herself to calm down.

This person is none other than Tan Yun who came out of Yuzhou City.

But at this moment, she has already disguised herself, not to mention unfamiliar people, even familiar people can't recognize her.

"Let's study the route first."

After calming down, Tan Yun took out a map from his pocket and began to study it.

Because of the complex terrain and environment of Dayan, and the roads extending in all directions, Tan Yun took the wrong route twice and wasted a lot of time. Fortunately, after buying a map from a dentist, he no longer lost his way.

"Xuanqing Mountain, Donglin Road, Blue River Sect..."

Tan Yun stared at the map carefully.

In the past few days, there have been rumors in the rivers and lakes that the ghost swordsman is haunting Xuanqing Mountain. When she heard the news, she rushed over with all her heart.

"Guest officer, the dishes are here."

Not long after, Xiaoer walked up with a few dishes full of enthusiasm.

Tan Yun put away the map calmly, looked at the dishes on the table, and suddenly felt his index finger move.

"Guest officer, use it slowly, if there is something to shout about."

Xiao Er backed away slowly.

"understood."

Seeing Xiao Er leave, Tan Yun picked up a bowl of rice and began to feast on it.

Since leaving Yuzhou City, she found that she ate less and less.

Suddenly Tan Yun saw the stir-fried pork loin on the table, Tan Yun thought of something, and slightly paused the chopsticks in his hand.

She remembered that my uncle liked to eat this stir-fried pork loin very much, because she also liked it. In the past, the two always competed to eat it.

Of course Tan Yun thinks so.

"Uncle, don't worry, I will eat all your share."

Tan Yun looked a little sad, then turned his grief and anger into strength, and swallowed the rice in his mouth.

Thinking of never being able to see An Jing again, she felt sour in her heart, and the sourness directly infected her stomach, making her feel even hungrier.

"Xiaoer, have another bowl!"

Not long after, two bowls of rice had already been eaten, Tan Yun shouted loudly.

"okay."

Xiao Er hurried in with two bowls of rice, and then put them in front of Tan Yun, "Please take it easy, guest officer."

At this time, an old man walked in with a young girl.

The old man's clothes were shabby, and he looked very old. Looking carefully, he was blind, holding an erhu in his withered palm. The young girl was as thin as a stick, tightly clutching the old man's clothes.

"Master, play a tune and give me some money."

One old and one young walked to a table and said cautiously.

They were four or five strong men, they were eating wine at the moment, and they seemed to be in high spirits.

One of the big men waved his hand impatiently, and said: "Go away, go away, I am so poor, where can I get money for you to drink?"

Seeing this, the old man hurriedly dragged the girl to ask other tables, most of them ignored her, and some of them just blasted her away.

"Would you like to listen to a ditty, only ten cents."

Not long after, the old man came to Tan Yun's table.

Holding the chicken leg in one hand, Tan Yun raised his head and looked over, and saw the thin girl next to him at a glance, "Okay, then play me a ditty."

When the old man heard it, there was a hint of joy in his eyes: "Okay, I don't know if the guest officer has a favorite ditty?"

Tan Yun said nonchalantly: "Whatever."

"Then the old man will come to Xijiangyue, this is the old man's favorite song."

As he said that, the old man sat down on the empty chair beside him and started playing the erhu.

The melancholy music sounded, and then rushed after the calm, and after this rush of sound, the rhyme gradually calmed down, like the tide of the sea, the moon is bright and the wind is clear, and the people on the sandbank are quiet.

A tactful, sad voice echoed throughout the restaurant.

In an instant, many people looked over and started talking in low voices.

Hearing this, Tan Yun was even more sad, "Young master must like to listen to this song, and next time I go to his grave to pay homage to him, I must invite some musicians to play for my uncle."

Not long after, the old man stopped his movements.

"good."

Tan Yun took out a tael of silver from his purse and handed it to the girl.

"My... my lord, ten pennies is enough." The girl said hastily when she saw the two taels of silver.

"Take it, it's your reward." Tan Yun was very generous.

"But......."

The girl still hesitated.

"Come on, don't disturb my meal."

Tan Yun raised his brows and pretended to be unhappy.

"Yes Yes Yes."

The old man hurriedly pulled the girl, and excitedly walked towards the distance.

Seeing the old and the young leave, Tan Yun seemed to have thought of something, and sighed slightly, "I don't know if that little black boy is dead or not."

After staying for a while, Tan Yun felt his stomach was full. Then he touched his swollen belly, put down dozens of coins, and slowly picked up the baggage next to him and continued on the road.

At this time, several strong men sitting at the table saw this, looked at each other, and followed quickly, without even paying the money.

Xiao Er tremblingly put away the dishes on the table, not daring to ask for money at all, and then nervously came to the back kitchen.

"Old Zhu, old Zhu."

"What's the matter? Isn't someone here again?"

The cook raised his eyebrows when he heard this.

"No, it's not."

Xiao Er swallowed, "The woman who had eaten three bowls of rice, just threw a tael of silver to the performer, and then left. I think the Northern Mountain bandits chased after her."

The cook turned pale when he heard this, "That's broken."

In this border town, there are many thieves and bandits, and there are very few Xuanyiwei masters. Although it cannot be said that these turmoils occur frequently, there are definitely a lot of them, and there are most cases of headless injustice.

There is a group of thieves and bandits on the northern mountain of this city who are very arrogant, known as the northern mountain bandits, who burn, kill and loot, committing all kinds of crimes, and the small town has suffered from it for several months.

Xiao Er said with lingering fear: "I think that woman is also like a person from the Jianghu, I don't know what will happen."

........

The night was getting dark, but Tan Yun didn't intend to rest, she wanted to rush to the vicinity of Xuanqing Mountain as quickly as possible.

After leaving the small town, Tan Yun galloped along the official road on a big black horse.

"Find that ghost swordsman and recruit him into the Demon Cult..."

Thinking of this, Tan Yun's heart suddenly jumped.