My wife is the sect leader

Fang Jinxiu on the side was a little puzzled and said, "Qiu Lang, is this ghost swordsman really...?"

She had never heard Qiu Lun say that he had such a deep friendship with Ghost Swordsman.

Qiu Lun took a deep breath and said with emotion: "Yes, he is my elder brother, and Lou Xiangzhen is my grandfather. I don't have any special advantages as a person. I just obey filial piety and value friendship...... .”

.........

On the river, cabin.

An Jing sat cross-legged on the bed, with the Suppressing Evil Sword placed in front of his knees.

He kept thinking about the battle that day in his mind, and each time he seemed to have different insights, but he knew that he was still a long way from the threshold of the sixth realm, let alone reaching the sixth realm.

Time passed, and before you knew it, it was late at night.

"The sixth realm is really extremely difficult."

An Jing took a deep breath and looked at the blood on the Suppressing Evil Sword in his hand.

At this moment, the blood on the sword became more and more active, as if it was about to rush out of the sword.

"This blood is a little weird..."

Looking at the blood, An Jing always felt that the blood seemed to have a hint of spirituality, and it was not a dead thing.

I always feel that the blood will suddenly rush out from the sword.

"Um!?"

Suddenly, a small voice came from An Jing's ear.

Since his cultivation has reached the level of a half-step master, his ear, hearing, and sense of energy have all been greatly improved.

"Whizzing!"

In the blink of an eye, An Jing's body disappeared into the cabin and came to the deck.

At this time, the river was deserted and silent, only the passenger boat was moving forward.

A black-clothed figure appeared on the deck. The figure was agile and elegant, and his toes barely made a sound when he stepped on the deck.

And the figure is extremely fast, like a gust of wind passing by.

"It smells so good, it should be this room."

The man landed at the door of Fang Jinxiu's room, and then took a light breath, as if immersed in it.

An Jing hid in the distance and saw this scene. Could it be that this person is Qiu Lun?

Just as An Jing was thinking, the man had unknowingly entered Fang Jinxiu's room.

This vigorous posture and familiar techniques......

"Could it be a flower picker?"

An Jing shook his head, "Ordinary flower picking thieves should step on them, how could they be so reckless?"

Not to mention Fang Jinxiu's appearance, she is also a master with a good cultivation level, and ordinary flower pickers are no match for her.

"There are flower pickers!"

Sure enough, Fang Jinxiu's coquettish voice came.

The next moment, that figure rushed out of Fang Jinxiu's room in a hurry, holding a red bellyband in his hand.

"Where to go!?"

Qiu Lun who heard Fang Jinxiu's voice rushed out furiously, and greeted the flower picker with a fist.

"Swoosh!" "Hoosh!"

The flower picker's cultivation was not comparable to Qiu Lun's, but his body skills were excellent, he easily avoided the punch by turning around, and then galloped away into the distance.

"Stop for me!"

When Qiu Lun saw this, his eyes the size of mung beans were bloodshot, and he quickly chased after him.

It has to be said that the speed of the flower picker's movement is amazing, and he flies several feet in the blink of an eye, stepping on the deck and planning to leave.

"Brother, stop this person quickly."

Seeing that he couldn't catch up, Qiu Lun saw An Jing standing aside at a glance.

Under the dim light, An Jing also saw the flower picker, and immediately frowned.

This man was actually very handsome, his eyes were as clear as water, his face was fair, his long and dense eyelashes curled up slightly, covering a pair of bright and deep eyes, his facial features seemed to be more delicate than that of a woman.

"What a handsome boy!"

An Jing thought secretly, then stretched out his palm and grabbed the man's collar.

"I want to go, who can stop me?"

The flower picker shook his belly pocket, ready to jump into the river, when he suddenly felt a tightness behind his back, and a palm had already grabbed his collar and lifted him up.

"you!"

The flower picker looked at An Jing behind him with a look of astonishment.

fast!

It's so fast!

So fast that he didn't even have time to react, the man in black robe grabbed him.

This person is at least a half-step grandmaster, or a master of the grandmaster level.

"You are so brave!"

At this moment, Qiu Lun strode over, grabbed the flower picker, and grabbed the bellyband from his hand.

At this time, Fang Jinxiu also walked over quickly, staring at the flower thief, "You actually want to eat my old lady's tofu!?"

"you......."

The moment the flower picker saw Fang Jinxiu, it was like a bolt from the blue.

I actually went to her room to steal the apron, no wonder the apron felt so huge, like a cloak...

"Brother, fortunately you showed up in time."

Qiu Lun thanked An Jing, then looked at the flower picker, with a cold light in his eyes, and said viciously: "You can't keep this son! There can't be a little boy who is whiter than me in this world."

An Jing: "??"

Are you white?

Shouldn't that be what I said?

"I... I was wrong."

The flower picker looked like a concubine, "Let me go masters, I knew it would be like this, if you killed me, I wouldn't steal it..."

Speaking of this, he saw the killing intent in Qiu Lun's small eyes, then realized something, and quickly closed his mouth.

Qiu Lun drew the long knife out of his hand, and pressed it against the flower picker's neck: "Tell me, how do you want to die?"

The flower picker collapsed to the ground and cried out, "Save my life, and I will repay you as a cow and a horse in the future."

Its voice is a bit sharp, and it is very harsh to listen to.

An Jing said indifferently: "Then you should die."

The flower picker was stunned, why should he die more than a cow or a horse?

"what?"

Qiu Lun suddenly felt a little strange, and asked in a concentrated voice: "Your voice is weird, could it be that there is no big bird?"

An Jing frowned when he heard this, and grabbed the flower picker's wrist with his palm, and found that the yang energy in his body was weak and the yin energy was strong.

He is clearly a man, but there is more yin energy in his body than yang energy.

"What's your name?"

An Jing asked.

The flower picker also seemed to know that An Jing was the most powerful and the most useful in speaking, so he replied honestly, "I...my name is Zhuo Yuchang."

Hearing this, Qiu Lun suddenly realized: "You are Zhuo Yuchang, the famous master in Jianghu."

The holy hand Zhuo Yuchang is a well-known flower-picking thief in the Jianghu.

"It's down."

Zhuo Yuchang said with a mournful face.

Qiu Lun looked at the little boy in front of him, "You are useless as a flower picker?"

"What's wrong with no birds?"

Hearing this, Zhuo Yuchang glared, and retorted: "Although I'm useless, why not yearn for these thousands of flowers?"

Perhaps because of some emotional fluctuations, Zhuo Yuchang's voice became uncontrollable again, and he broke it directly.

Qiu Lun scratched the back of his head, "But you are useless, how do you pick flowers?"

Zhuo Yuchang was very displeased with Qiu Lun's words, and immediately said: "Don't open your mouth and shut it up because it's useless, some people are useless if they have birds, isn't it still the same?"

Although he is useless, he yearns for it very much.

An Jing smiled faintly, "The so-called master flower pickers don't use birds."

"Brother, I understand."

Qiu Lun suddenly realized, and then looked at An Jing with admiration, "If it wasn't for the reminder from the eldest brother, how would a stupid person like me know the deep meaning of it."

An Jing looked at Qiu Lun like this, and sneered secretly. The big fat man probably knew it well, so he insisted on pretending to be pure and curious.

At that moment, An Jing patted Qiu Lun on the shoulder, and said seriously: "If you are too fat, you will shrink your sun and turn into a bird."

Qiu Lun couldn't help shaking his body, and then laughed dryly twice, but he shouted weakly in his heart: Lao Tzu's bird is very big...

An Jing looked at Zhuo Yuchang who was lying on the ground and said indifferently: "Who castrated you? What is your identity?"

"I....."

Zhuo Yuchang's face was uncertain, if he was captured alive today, he might be doomed.

Qiu Lun glared at Zhuo Yuchang and said, "You kid, if you dare to lie to my elder brother, I will kill you right now."

An Jing patted Qiu Lun on the shoulder, "Little Bird, don't scare him."

Qiu Lun: "..."

Zhuo Yuchang sighed, and said, "When I was eight years old, my godfather cleaned me up."

Qiu Lun suddenly realized: "So you are an eunuch!"

"I left the palace, and now I'm not anymore." Zhuo Yuchang jumped anxiously: "I'm a man without a bird, I'm not a eunuch."

"Then you escaped from the palace privately?" An Jing asked again.

"Of course I didn't escape." Zhuo Yuchang shook his head, "Dayan Palace is strictly in charge, which little eunuch can escape from the palace?"

An Jingting nodded. The imperial palace is not Yuzhou City. Whoever wants to enter can enter, and whoever wants to leave can exit.

"Little Bird, I'll leave it to you. I'll go back and rest."

After An Jing finished speaking, he turned and walked into his room.

Looking at An Jing's back, Qiu Lun couldn't help shouting: "Brother, can you stop calling me a bird, it doesn't sound good."

"Got it, little bird."

An Jing waved his hand, then stepped into his room on the second floor.

Qiu Lun's face darkened, and he looked at Zhuo Yuchang, furious: "You have nothing for birds, and you dare to steal my sister's bellyband?"

"I knew it earlier, I regret it."

Zhuo Yuchang looked at Fang Jinxiu next to him, tears were about to flow down his face.

Qiu Lun smiled coldly, "I will send you to the sky prison obediently, and you can eat in prison."

........

The next day, the sky was bright and clear.