My wife is the sect leader

A hint of deep meaning appeared in Lu Guopu's eyes, and he said, "This Qiushui Bieyuan is only lived by my disciple. If you don't dislike it, you can live here temporarily."

An Jing nodded, "Okay."

Lu Guopu stood up and said: "It's getting late, the old man should go to rest. Once a person gets old, he will be useless."

As he spoke, Lu Guopu looked at An Jing and laughed.

You are useless, why are you laughing at me.

An Jing blinked and said, "Then Mr. Lu, walk slowly."

Lu Guopu smiled and walked out of the house.

It was dark and the corridor was very quiet.

Lu Guopu walked forward alone with his hands behind his back and his back bent.

"Father, where have you been? I heard Uncle Fu said that you suddenly disappeared."

At this time, a middle-aged man hurried over. This man was Lu Fang, the son of Lu Guopu.

Lu Guopu smiled and said, "I went to meet an interesting person."

"Interesting people?"

Lu Fang looked at the dark and endless corridor, and said suspiciously: "Are you talking about Xianming? But I heard that he hasn't come back yet."

This direction was the other courtyard where Zhou Xianming lived.

"No, maybe he's more interesting than Boy Zhou."

Lu Guopu shook his head and said with emotion: "It's just a pity."

With that said, Lu Guopu pushed away Lu Fang's hand and continued walking forward.

"pity?!"

Lu Fang was full of doubts, and then looked behind him.

The sky was clear and cloudless.

Beihuang Road, Liuhe Pagoda.

At this time, with Liuhe Pagoda as the center, two camps were formed.

On the left side stood several tall and burly men. These men were wearing leather clothes, with bows and arrows attached to their waists, and long knives. Their faces were full of beards and their eyes were sunken.

Merchants who often travel around the world will be able to see that these appearances are the post-Jin people.

In the middle of these men was a young man with an ordinary appearance, but his eyes were as sharp as a goshawk, making people afraid to look directly at them.

He held a long sword in his hand, the sword was four feet and one inch long, the blade was made of black iron and thin, with a faint cold light, it looked extremely majestic, the blade was extremely sharp, it was a real blade like autumn frost.

The young man said arrogantly, "I'm over 50 years old, and I'm still in the fourth realm? This is Dayan's famous autumn wind three cut Huang Dongliang?"

On the opposite side is a middle-aged swordsman, the swordsman frowned tightly, his face full of dignity, followed by a pair of young men and women.

The young man was handsome, his face was flushed red, and the veins on his forehead were bulging. He seemed very angry and growled, "Master, let me fight him."

The middle-aged swordsman shouted coldly: "Lin Qi, step back."

"I…"

When the young man named Lin Qi heard this, although he was very unwilling, he did not dare to disobey his master's will. Huang Dongliang looked at the young man opposite, and said calmly: "Since you want to teach me the sword skills of Dayan Swordsman, Huang will take care of me today."

"The rules of the competition, just follow your Houjin's."

It is about the honor and disgrace of the family and the country, so naturally you can't back down easily, especially if you are facing a young person.

The young man laughed, "The post-gold competitions are usually a matter of life and death."

"Oh?"

Hearing this, Huang Dongliang frowned and said, "I'm afraid this is not very good."

The young man heard a hint of playfulness in his eyes, "Why, are you scared?"

"I'm afraid. Mr. Huang has 130 seven fights in his life and three life-and-death fights. He has never been afraid."

Huang Dongliang snorted softly, "The old man just thinks that you are young and can't bear to see your fate fall like this."

The young man sneered: "In a life-and-death battle, the outcome is very predictable. How do you know that it's not you who will fail at the end of the day? There are already several Dayan swordsmen who have died in my hands, and you are not more than a lonely ghost."

"presumptuous!"

When Huang Dongliang heard this, murderous intent appeared in his eyes: "Then Huang, come and learn about your master's tricks today."

"Hey!"

As he spoke, Huang Dongliang jerked his body and shook the sword in his hand.

The sword light was slightly cold, like the wind in early autumn, coming out quickly, but it was unpredictable.

Although Huang Dongliang is not a top swordsman in the Fifth Realm, he is also a very famous swordsman in Dayanjianghu. He was praised by the great elder of Yuheng Sword Sect for his thirteen moves of watching the moon with autumn wind.

Moreover, his cultivation had also reached the realm of first-grade human flower last year, which brought his fame to another level.

Jian Guang came to the young man in an instant.

The sword light seems to be only one, but it is divided into three parts when you look closely.

"Hey!"

The next moment, the young man pulled out the long sword in his hand, and the surrounding area of ​​the seal was icy cold.

"not good!"

Huang Dongliang is a veteran of swordsmanship, coupled with the sharp sword posture of the young man in front of him, he immediately felt something was wrong.

The fifth realm!

The young man in his thirties in front of him turned out to be a fifth-level swordsman.

This is really too frightening, how old is this young man, you must know that Taohua Sword Immortal Lou Xiangzhen only reached the fifth level when he was in his 30s.

The long sword in the young man's hand is like a white snake spitting out a letter, with hissing sound of breaking the wind, and it is like a dragon swimming around, walking around, and the sword rises, suddenly like lightning, and the fallen leaves collapse.

It was really a silver light from the courtyard, and the blood shot out.

fast!

too fast!

Huang Dongliang shot a lot of blood from the neck, and then fell to the ground, but the look of shock in his eyes did not disappear, which shows how fast the young man's sword is.

"Master!"

Behind Huang Dongliang, two young men and women hurried over.

"Tears-!"

Huang Dongliang's throat was severed, and blood gushed out, so he could only grab his disciple's arm with his hands, and finally died helplessly.

One sword, just one sword, killed the Qiu Fengjian who was in the human flower realm.

"You... you killed my master."

Lin Qi raised his head and glared at the young man in front of him.

"Skills are not as good as people, and if you die, you will die."

The young man withdrew his long sword, as if he had done a trivial thing.

"Hahahaha!"

"This is Dayan's top swordsman?"

"It's really disappointing. Jian Gang solved it with one move."

"In this journey, how many swordsmen can force Yan Gang to make two swords?"

……

The post-golden men behind the young man laughed loudly, and their words were even more ruthless ridicule, without any scruples about Huang Dongliang's already extremely angry expression.

When the woman heard this, she pulled out her long sword from her waist and said to the Houjin people: "You gang of Houjin barbarians! I will fight with you!"

"Barbarians!?"

When everyone in Houjin heard the woman's words, their smiles subsided, and their expressions changed drastically.

Someone said: "This girl from Dayan looks tender and has a strong temper."

Another person next to him said coldly: "Maybe it's because he hasn't been whipped, that's why he doesn't know the superiority and inferiority."

In an instant, the crowd of Hou Jin directly surrounded the two of them.

The woman's face turned pale with fright, Lin Qi protected her junior sister behind her, and her expression was also very nervous.

"We still have to hurry, the leader doesn't want you to make a big mess."

After Jian Gang finished speaking, he turned and walked towards the tower.

Everyone in Houjin glanced at the woman, and then followed behind into the tower.

Inside the pagoda, sandalwood is overflowing, and white smoke is rising.

A man sat directly on the ground. His appearance was rough and heroic, but there was a three-point elegance and softness in his eyebrows and eyes. He was dressed in a black gown and looked at the stone statue in front of him devoutly.

"leader."

Yan Gang walked up to the man and said in a low voice.

In Houjin, those who can be called leaders are generally tribal lords, who either have the blood of an emperor or have extremely high achievements, and the person in front of him is Zongzhengyuan, the seventh son of the Holy Lord of Houjin.

"I can't help but be moved by this journey."

Zong Zhengyuan felt infinitely emotional, "This big swallow is worthy of being a treasure of nature and heaven, with outstanding people, but it is a pity that it fell into the hands of inhumane people, and everything was ruined."

There was a hint of arrogance in Wen Gang's eyebrows: "Wuhua Tianbao is true, but the subordinates of outstanding people feel that is not the case."

Zongzhengyuan shook his head, and said: "Qi Shu is known as the future pillar of the Zhao Kingdom, such a person has been chased and killed by the ghost swordsman for more than three hundred miles, and I heard that the ghost swordsman only became famous in the past year, which can be seen There are many masters in the Great Yan Jianghu."

Yan Gang is only 33 years old now, there is nothing wrong with being proud, there is nothing wrong with being frivolous, there is nothing wrong with being sharp-edged, there is nothing wrong with nature.

But if he is really extremely proud in his heart, if he can suppress this pride, and his temper is sharp and arrogant, if he can suppress that sharpness, then he is incredible.

It's just that in this world, how many young people can hold back their sharpness?

In Zong Zhengyuan's eyes, Yan Gang is still very young and has an unlimited future, so he hopes that Yan Gang can suppress the sharpness in his heart.

Just like the earthquake in the building back then.

Yan Gang replied: "The ghost swordsman sat down with a strange beast, the black flood dragon. The black flood dragon is extremely fierce and can swallow clouds and spit thunder. The master of two qi masters is not his opponent, and chasing and killing Qi Shu is not his true strength. .”

If it were other tribal leaders, Jian Gang's rebuttal at this moment might have become a corpse long ago, but Zongzheng Yuan remained silent.

After a long time, he finally said: "Dharma King Mujin rescued Qi Shu. This is already a warning to the snake. Entering Yujing City this time may be somewhat dangerous."

Wen Gang immediately clasped his fists and said, "This subordinate will swear to the death to protect the leader."

Zongzhengyuan waved his hand and said, "Entering Yujing City, if the royal family of Yan Kingdom really wants to kill us, even King Mujin will be of no avail."

"What we have to do is not to compete for life and death, but to test the reaction of the Dayan royal family."

"You have to pay more attention to the people around you. Sometimes the people who really want to put you to death are not the enemies in your eyes, but probably your own people."

Speaking of this, Zongzhengyuan stood up and patted the dust on his buttocks.

Hearing this, Yan Gang felt a chill in his heart.

Zongzhengyuan smiled and said: "Go back, if you don't go back, King Mujin should be in a hurry."

Jade Capital City, Yuhua Courtyard, Study Room.

Zhao Chongyin, dressed in white, leaned on the chair with his eyes closed.

This is his habit, every day he would lean on his chair, not think about anything, and completely empty out the things in his mind.

This time is when his brain is most awake, and it is also the time when he feels the most comfortable during the day.

After about a cup of tea, Zhao Chongyin slowly opened his eyes and said softly.

"come in."

"Yes."

Bai Jing walked in slowly.