My wife is the sect leader

An Jing took a mouthful of food, looked at the beggar, "Who are you? What's your name?"

"My name is Li Qirong." The beggar said casually.

An Jing searched carefully, and in his impression, there wasn't any master named Li Qirong.

Lou Xiangzhen paused slightly, then narrowed his eyes and said, "The number one scholar in Liping's 17th year?"

No. [-]! ?

An Jing was a little surprised when he heard Lou Xiangzhen's words.

The current emperor of Dayan is called Taiping, while the last generation of emperor was called Liping. Liping has been named for 17 years, which is several decades.

This number one scholar shouldn't be in a high temple, how did he become a beggar?

"Yo, the old man still recognizes my name."

Li Qirong laughed when he heard this, "Those who invited me to drink these days, only you remember that I was once the number one scholar."

As he spoke, he picked up the wine jar from beside An Jing, and then poured a glass of wine for Lou Xiang.

Seeing An Jing's indifferent expression, Lou Xiangzhen said slowly: "Aren't you familiar with Li Fuzhou? Li Fuzhou was Li Ping's 17-year candidate, and he was the champion of that year. The two were well-known in Yujing City at that time. Double plums."

Li Qirong looked at An Jing, and immediately became interested, "You know Li Fuzhou!?"

Li Fuzhou is the head of the Demon Cult's sect, he is not an ordinary Jianghu master, but his status is a top existence in the Jianghu.

It never occurred to Li Qirong that the two quacks who he begged for drinks at random turned out to be well-hidden quack masters.

An Jing shrugged his shoulders and said: "Li Fuzhou has nothing to do on weekdays, even if he goes to the bar to listen to music, he never told me about these past events."

"Is Li Fuzhou still the same?"

Hearing An Jing's words, Li Qirong frowned immediately.

An Jing nodded, "That's right, is there any scholar who doesn't go to Goulan to listen to music?"

Unexpectedly, meeting Li Fuzhou's acquaintances in this source city is really an inexplicable fate.

"The thief is really blind."

Li Qirong seemed rather indignant when he heard this, and then he picked it up and was gulped down.

"What do you mean by that?"

An Jing asked suspiciously: "Could it be that you and Li Fuzhou have any other stories and grievances?"

Lou Xiangzhen also looked over, with a trace of puzzlement in his eyes.

Lou Xiangzhen was defeated by the sword god of Yuheng Sword Sect at that time, and he was at the bottom of his life, how could he care about the grievances between these two people.

Besides, these two people are not even in the world.

"What's your relationship with Li Fuzhou?"

Li Qirong looked at An Jing suspiciously, "Could it be that he sent you here?"

An Jing pondered for a while, then said: "The relationship between me and Li Fuzhou is very complicated, and I won't be able to explain it clearly for a while."

He knew Li Fuzhou, but Li Fuzhou might not know him.

"complex?"

Li Qirong raised his brows, "Why, Li Fuzhou is even more attractive to men now?"

An Jing: "..."

"Actually, it's not really a secret. You can find out after a little inquiring."

Li Qirong waved his hand and said: "Back then, although Li Fuzhou and I were both candidates, we didn't like his temperament very much and felt that he was a disgrace to literati, so we didn't get along with him."

An Jing clapped his hands and praised: "The shame of a literati, that's a good word."

When Li Qirong heard An Jing's words, his voice sank even more: "You say that a scholar is lazy every day and hangs around Goulan. Why can such a person be accepted as a disciple by Mr. Lu?"

Hearing this, An Jing asked, "...don't tell me you're getting old?"

Are there really scholars who don't go to Goulan to listen to music?

Li Qirong said excitedly: "I never go. Scholars of my generation pay attention to family governance and peace of the world. Naturally, all my thoughts are on studying Confucianism and Taoism. How can I be as corrupt as him?"

An Jing pondered for a moment and said: "Well said, so you are the champion, and he is Tanhua."

It is really rare in the world that there are scholars who are so resentful towards Goulan Tingqu.

Hearing this, Li Qirong's excited expression suddenly became sluggish.

Others don't know why he is the No. [-] scholar, can he still not know?

"Actually, my champion was given by Mr. Lu."

Li Qirong said quietly: "At the beginning Li Ping Renhuang hand-picked the number one scholar was Li Fuzhou."

"He almost became the champion?"

An Jing's heart was shocked, and he couldn't help but think to himself: This Li Fuzhou is a talent, no matter whether he is in the devil's religion or in the temple, those who are in trouble are always flourishing.

The number one scholar, that is not something that ordinary people can do.

Talking about the past, Li Qirong sighed slightly, "Mr. Lu said that Li Fuzhou still needs to be polished, so he gave me the champion, and because Li Ping Renhuang was pleasing to the eye, he awarded a Tanhua."

When An Jing heard this, she also sighed.

Li Fuzhou, who is usually serious and meticulous, who reads books and listens to music when he has nothing to do, has such stories.

"Li Fuzhou is indeed a character."

Lou Xiangzhen nodded beside him and said: "The Confucian school's qi machine is manifested, and it can be integrated into the heart of the devil's religion. It is a genius."

Li Qirong picked up the wine jar, poured three glasses of wine, and said: "The one who makes me most angry is the old head of the Liu family. Just after the palace examination, he went to the Lu Mansion to propose marriage to Lu Guoyong. The eldest lady of the Liu family, Liu Ruyun, is a real lady of the family. , a scholarly family, I too..."

"I can't understand why Li Fuzhou is so stigmatized, he goes around looking for women, flirting with others, and why are there so many women throwing themselves at him?"

"He looks very handsome, but I'm not bad looking either. Why is that?"

When Li Qirong said this, he sighed heavily.

He still couldn't understand that Li Fuzhou listened to music and was famous far and wide. He was an out-and-out libertine. How could he be mature, steady, and capable? Why do most of the young ladies in Yujing City fall in love with him?

What's wrong with me, Li Qirong?

Lou Xiangzhen also shook his head. He is not proficient in things like feelings, sophistication, and officialdom.

An Jing said quietly: "Because he is coquettish."

Because he is flirtatious...

Li Qirong's hands paused slightly, like a bolt from the blue.

"You."

An Jing patted Li Qirong's shoulder, "Don't think so much, it's a natural ability, and I sometimes get annoyed by these things, and I think Li Fuzhou is the same."

Although it was a simple sentence, Li Qirong was enlightened in an instant, came to his senses, and couldn't help but sighed heavily.

Lou Xiangzhen asked curiously: "How did Li Zhuangyuanlang become a beggar in this source city?"

"The official career is not going well, and I can't display my full revenge."

With a mouthful of food in his mouth, Li Qirong said calmly: "Nowadays, the imperial court is full of smog, and the dispute between the party and the party is serious. I don't want to play with them. If I can't achieve my revenge, what's the difference between sleeping in the open air or eating in rich clothes and fine clothes?" Woolen cloth?"

Hearing this, An Jing couldn't help complaining secretly: I don't want to play with them, it's because they don't have anyone to take you to play.

Lou Xiangzhen couldn't compare with Jiang Sanjia in terms of matters above the temple, so he knew only a limited amount.

"Look, in less than half a year, there will be disputes all over the world, and this is the fuse."

Li Qirong looked towards the north solemnly, and said: "It's in the north."

"Houjin?"

Lou Xiangzhen narrowed his eyes.

"There is also the Demon Cult."

Li Qirong said lightly: "Holy Lord Houjin, this person has a meticulous plan. I have studied his life, and he always uses everything he can to do things. Before he makes a move, he will definitely prepare in many ways."

"As for whether there are others, it depends on the means of the Holy Master and the means of the emperor, Lu Lao."

Lou Xiang asked in a trembling voice, "Do you mean that the Human Emperor's serious injury is fake?"

It is rumored that Emperor Taiping failed to break through the shackles, and now Dayan Temple is in chaos. Could it be that all this is false?Is it all layout?

If it is a layout, the price is a bit high.

You must know that Dayan's chaos now is a waste of Dayan's national strength. If Hou Jin does not follow this conspiracy, Dayan himself will suffer in the end.

"I do not know either."

Li Qirong shook his head.

Whether this is a conspiracy or it is true, I am afraid that not many people know except Dayan who plays chess.

When Lou Xiangzhen heard this, he couldn't help but sigh with emotion: "I don't know how long this world will be peaceful."

The seemingly calm surface of the lake has long been undercurrents.

Li Qirong hurriedly said: "Come on, have a drink, and go back to sleep after eating, and there is no place to sleep when you go back late."

"Come, have a drink."

An Jing raised his glass.

.........

Dongluo Desert, Fengmo Well, the night is quiet and the temperature drops sharply.

Zhao Qingmei only felt that she was in the darkness, until a fire was burning, which made her recover a little sanity.

"This... this is."

Zhao Qingmei frowned, then slowly opened her eyes.

It was also pitch black overhead.

"Sealing Demon Well, I fell into the Demon Sealing Well."

Thinking of Jiang Shang's words, Zhao Qingmei couldn't help feeling a twinge in her heart, "It's all my fault for not protecting my husband well."

She once vowed secretly that she must protect him, but she didn't do it.

Zhao Qingmei took out the torch and blew it lightly.

A group of faint flames emerged, illuminating the surroundings.

Zhao Qingmei took out the diary that had been treasured for a long time from her bosom, flipped it open gently, and a faint light shone on the book.

Every page is a precious memory at one end, a past that she can't forget.

Tears unconsciously filled the eyes.

It wasn't that she wanted to cry, but that feeling of heartache flowed down involuntarily.

'tick'

The tears fell into the book, and then slowly melted away.

At this moment, a bloodline induction came.

It was a very familiar breath.

"Husband!?"

Zhao Qingmei was startled suddenly, and murmured: "Fan Tianxi, his breath fell into Fan Tianxi, is he still alive, did he discover the mystery of Fan Tianxi?"

She will never forget the breath in this bloodline.

If the breath is still there, it means that the person is definitely alive.

Even if he is half dead, she, Zhao Qingmei, has a chance to bring him back to life.

"Absolutely, it's definitely my brother's."

Zhao Qingmei sensed this breath, as if she had hope, and the gloomy sky became clear for a while.

Then Zhao Qingmei wiped her tears with her sleeve, carefully put away the diary, and took out the paper figurine.

The paper doll responded quickly, and the response was very fast and very frequent.