My wife is the sect leader

Zhou Xianming shook his head at the side. Lu Jingchun spends three days fishing and two days surfing the net for everything. Whether it is reading or studying, he is so enthusiastic about learning fencing now that he may give up in a few days.

An Jing waved his hand and said, "Let's talk about it later when I have time. I plan to leave tomorrow."

When he first came to Yujing City, he took a look at Sanjia, and found someone from the Demon Cult to ask about Qingmei's whereabouts. Now that Sanjia saw Qingmei, the whereabouts of Qingmei was revealed, how could he have the intention to stay in Yujing City?

Lu Jingchun was slightly taken aback, and said, "Uncle Gui, your injury is still not healed."

Zhou Xianming also frowned and asked: "That's right, don't you want to cultivate in Lu's residence for a few days?"

There are many masters behind the ghost swordsman, but there are also many enemies. Not to mention the distant Houjin, Zhao Guo, the mountain of Dayan Zhenyi has been silent for a long time and has not made a move.

Now that he is injured, isn't he really afraid?

"No, this injury has little effect."

An Jing waved his hand, looked at Lu Jingchun, and said, "How is Tan Yun?"

Lu Jingchun said: "She was crying in the room, saying that her master was dead, and that she would bring Li Fuzhou's ashes back to the Demon Cult, and then she fell asleep crying..."

When An Jing heard the word Demon Cult, he couldn't help thinking of his wife Zhao Qingmei.

Thinking about it now, Zhao Qingmei is also a victim. She holds the magic treasures and supreme martial arts in her hands.

The Demon Cult lost the "Nine Nether Purgatory" for thousands of years. If they can get this martial art, their strength will surely be able to rise to another level.

"No wonder Zhao Chongyin said that the leader of the Demon Cult is very ambitious when he is young. Yes, the leader of the Demon Cult is really ambitious."

Thinking of this, An Jing wished he could join the Demon Sect now and kill Jiang Renyi, the leader of the Demon Sect.

I used to think so much, but in fact there are so many right and wrong.

There is nothing wrong with entering the Demon Cult.

While An Jing was deep in thought, Zhou Xianming smiled and said, "Senior, you really resemble that friend of mine."

An Jing said quietly: "He is also my friend."

Zhou Xianming said sadly: "Yes, he is a very good friend."

When I think about it, it will be more or less complicated to never see a person's heart again.

An Jing glanced at Zhou Xianming and asked, "Is the imperial examination coming soon?"

Now he is also very familiar with Zhou Xianming's environment, the gap between the royal family and Lumen is very deep, and the emperor is very afraid of Lumen, and will definitely not sit back and watch Lumen grow.

If Zhou Xianming hadn't married that princess, his ideal and aspiration for peace in the world might be ruined in the end.

A person always has to do something, especially Zhou Xianming who has read books for half his life.

The future of marrying a princess is boundless, and even in the future, his achievements will not be inferior to that of Lu Guoyong today. If he does not marry the princess, he will definitely be suppressed unprecedentedly in the court.

People like Li Fuzhou who are astonishingly talented and glamorous were forced to leave Yujing City.

The disputes between those in power have been like this since ancient times.

You can't see the blood, but it is more turbulent and fierce than the shadow of a sword.

"It's almost there."

Zhou Xianming let out a long sigh.

The day of the imperial examination is approaching, it is like a reminder to him, even at this moment he is in a state of desperation.

An Jing didn't speak. After all, he himself was a mess, so how could he be qualified to persuade others.

Zhou Xianming is a smart person, he knows how to choose, and also knows what will happen after the choice.

"Cough cough cough..."

At this moment, there was a coughing sound outside the door.

I saw Lu Guoyong walking towards the courtyard with his back bent, holding the door frame.

"teacher!"

"grandfather."

Both Zhou Xianming and Lu Jingchun hurriedly got up and saluted.

"Old Lu."

An Jing also cupped his hands.

Lu Guoyong chuckled lightly and said, "Are you going to leave?"

An Jing nodded and said: "Yes, I originally asked Mr. Lu to resign early tomorrow morning."

For Lu Guoyong in front of him, An Jing still respects him very much.

Lu Guoyong took the lead slightly, then looked at the two people beside him, and said, "Xianming, Jingchun, it's time to read."

"Teacher (grandpa), then I'll go back and read."

Zhou Xianming and Lu Jingchun clasped their fists at An Jing knowingly, and quickly left the courtyard.

Lu Guoyong sat down slowly, and said: "I'm old and my body is useless. It's not as good as your martial arts practitioners. Even if you are a hundred years old, you are still in good health."

An Jing also sat down, and said: "Mr. Lu has a strong heart, and he is not inferior to that master of martial arts."

"You are very good at talking."

Lu Guoyong laughed when he heard this, and asked, "Do you know what rumors are going on in the streets and alleys today?"

An Jing shook his head and said, "I don't know."

Lu Guoyong looked at An Jing with a pair of cloudy eyes, "Some people say that Lou Xiangzhen has disappeared, and Lin Yiyang will be the number one swordsman in the world when he reaches the sixth level."

It was a foregone conclusion that Li Fuzhou beheaded Tang Taiyuan on Bazhangtai, which caused a great shock. At the same time, another thing that people talked about was Lin Yiyang's arrival at the sixth realm.

In the original Ghost Swordsman's battle against Zhong Binru, the two great swordsman masters were defeated by him successively. It can be said that Ghost Swordsman is the well-deserved number one swordsman, and his limelight is unparalleled.

But I never expected Lin Yiyang to watch the battle and reach the sixth realm directly.

Its momentum directly overwhelmed the ghost swordsman, and became the number one swordsman in the world 'worthy of the name' among many people.

After all, Lou Xiangzhen has completely disappeared since the battle of Yuanhu, as if he has evaporated from the world. Someone has already heard that he is dead.

An Jing raised his head and smiled, "The number one swordsman in the world, let Sect Master Lin sit down."

Lu Guoyong looked at the young man in front of him, and his smile deepened.

You must know that this originally great reputation was his ghost swordsman, but today Lin Yiyang has completely fulfilled it. Not to mention his young age, any quack swordsman will probably feel a little dissatisfied.

Lu Guoyong asked, "You really don't care at all."

"Mr. Lu, do you want to hear the truth?"

"Of course it's true."

"I care, but I can't hold back the name, but what happened today is still a good thing for me."

When An Jing said this, he really thought so in his heart.

He originally went to Bazhangtai to watch the battle of Li Fuzhou, and he didn't think about competing for the reputation of the world's number one swordsman, and there were rumors that he challenged Lin Yiyang everywhere in the world, and he never responded to this matter.

One is that he still has the restrictions on the book, attracting too much attention, it is inevitable that he will be suspected of being exposed, and the other is that the title of the world's number one swordsman is not so easy to sit on.

There is no first in literature, no second in martial arts, and the heights are too cold.

Sitting in such a high position, one would naturally encounter countless troubles.

The third is An Jing's deep self-knowledge that with his current strength, he still cannot suppress the title of the world's number one swordsman.

After all, with this title, more troubles will come at the same time.

Can Lin Yiyang hold back?

If you don't rely on the power of the Patriarch Hall behind him, it will be extremely difficult to suppress the title of the world's number one swordsman.

"Ha ha ha ha."

Lu Guoyong looked at the man in black robe in front of him, "You are right."

Too young, the swordsman in front of him is really too young, he did not expect such a young man to have such an open mind.

Know how to hide the edge.

The most difficult thing for a swordsman is not to show his sharpness, but how to hide his sharpness at the right time.

Yan Gang died in the hands of An Jing, that's the case, otherwise, with Yan Gang's aptitude, he would have a great chance to reach the sixth realm in the future, and the same is true for Lin Yiyang, his sharpness has not completely disappeared, but he is better than Yan Gang. Gang is much smarter, and he doesn't try people easily.

Today's famous swordsman, there is only one person who can really suppress the title of the world's number one swordsman, and that is Lou Xiangzhen.

It took decades for Lou Xiang to rise and fall before he reached the sixth realm, and Li Fuzhou had to settle down day and night to achieve today's feat of beheading Tang Taiyuan at Bazhangtai.

The ravine should be in the heart, not in the mouth.

Lu Guoyong looked at An Jing in front of him, as if he saw a peerless weapon in front of him, and the day when he unsheathed it must be shining brightly.

Only then will the world know that this so-called number one swordsman is nothing more than that.

Lu Guoyong looked straight at An Jing and said, "Do you know what I'm thinking right now?"

An Jing shook his head and said, "Old Lu thought, how many people in this world can guess?"

Lu Guoyong said quietly: "I was thinking, how to let you stay in this Lumen."

"I think Mr. Lu is joking."

"No, I'm serious."

"What method does Mr. Lu plan to use?"

"Throughout the ages, beauty tricks have always been unfavorable to heroes."

"That's a pity, I'm not a hero."

The two looked at each other, and then both laughed.

Dongluoguan, Sealing Demon Well.

In the gloomy and dark cave, it was a little dark.

Nan Weiping sat cross-legged on the spot, looking at her withered palms like bark, "The torrent of time has swept away the years, and what is left is a scarred body that has been deeply imprinted by the years, and there is one more."

"Sealing Demon Well, Crazy Demon Well..."

Speaking of this, Nan Weiping's eyes were red with blood, her fingers were deeply embedded in the flesh, and blood flowed out along the nails.

There is an inexplicable energy surging outside the cave.

Zhao Qingmei sat cross-legged beside the cave, surrounded by black energy, as if it was going to swallow her whole body.

In her body, wisps of black true energy hovered in the dantian.

The zhenqi was dark and shiny, appearing incomparably treacherous and mysterious.

The next moment, one after another sound came from the lingering black air machine, each sound was different, as if there were thousands of faces, including all the postures in the world.

But after careful identification, each one is still the same person.

The Realm of All Phases!

Zhao Qingmei didn't leave the level until she reached the seventh floor, her face has already turned into thousands of faces, how can ordinary people recognize her true face in Lushan.

But all in all, this Wanxiang is all her alone, and she has not really reached the Heavenly Demon Wanxiang.

But now, with the understanding of countless seniors of the Demon Sect in the Sealing Demon Well, and Nan Weiping's careful guidance, her realm is also advancing rapidly.

"Whoa whoa whoa!"

Zhao Qingmei's dantian suddenly gave birth to a spiral force, and began to frantically absorb the black true energy around her body.

In just a few tens of breaths, all the surrounding black true energy was sucked into the dantian.

What I saw was that her dantian became extremely turbulent after such a large tide of true energy poured into it, like a sign before a volcanic eruption.

"Boom!" "Boom!"

Almost in the blink of an eye, the dantian erupted suddenly, and the sea of ​​true qi swayed wildly, rushing mightily towards the limbs of the body.

Under the sudden return of true energy, the energy in the body is also constantly rising.

Behind Zhao Qingmei, a black phantom gradually emerged, that phantom was ancient and vast.

With the emergence of the demon, all the images are no longer unified, as if they have become a single controllable surface.

Zhao Qingmei slowly opened her eyes, and a black light emerged from her pupils, "It's only one last step to reach the eighth floor."