My wife is the sect leader

Tan Yun stared closely at An Jing with big eyes, and his face changed wonderfully.

An Jing frowned, and said, "Are you still reading comic books? How are you doing?"

"Who, who looked at that thing?"

Tan Yun blushed immediately, and then realized, "Are you really a uncle?"

Ever since An Jing discovered that she was peeking at the comic book and gave her repeated warnings, she read it more cautiously. She hasn't shown her feet yet, and An Jing is the only one who knows that she reads the comic book.

An Jing stepped forward and pinched Tan Yun's cheek, and said with a smile: "Is that still fake?"

"Uncle, you are not dead!?"

Tan Yun seemed to be sure, with a trace of surprise in his eyes, "Young Master, you are really not dead!"

As she spoke, her hands were still groping on An Jing's body.

"What are you doing?"

An Jing felt a little itchy from being scratched, and quickly backed away.

Tan Yun suddenly jumped up excitedly, then grabbed An Jing's shoulder and asked quickly: "Master, you are really not dead, how did you escape from the hands of the old leader? You also used this golden cicada's trick to get out of your shell? How did you come to the Devil's Cult? Why didn't I know about it?"

An Jing looked at the excited Tan Yun in front of him, and the corners of his mouth could not help but rise slightly.

Tan Yun turned his head quickly, and said hastily: "I see, uncle, the leader must have made arrangements, so the old leader must have killed a fake one, and you have already come to the Devil's Cult, am I right? ?”

Seeing that An Jing didn't speak, Tan Yun said excitedly: "Master, I guessed right, right?"

An Jing didn't explain any more, and lightly touched Tan Yun's head, "That's right."

"Grandpa, it's great that you are alive."

Tan Yun looked at An Jing in front of him, as if he couldn't hold back anymore, "I always thought you were gone."

One breath time seems to have spent the whole spring, summer, autumn and winter.

A series of tears flowed down silently from Tan Yun's smiling face, Tan Yun didn't cry at all, just let the tears keep flowing down.

It seems that this is the best news she can get in this period of time.

An Jing gently wiped away the tears from the corners of Tan Yun's eyes, "Why are you crying?"

Tan Yun wiped away his tears and laughed, "I didn't cry, I was just happy for my uncle and the leader. Do you believe me, uncle? I dreamed of you in my dreams."

An Jing smiled and said, "What do you dream about me?"

Tan Yun thought about it carefully, then smiled and said: ".Forgot."

An Jing said angrily: "Aside from eating, what else can you remember with your brain?"

"Uncle, do you underestimate me?"

Tan Yun frowned, and said: "I won't pretend anymore, I'm showing my cards, I'm a second-rank cultivation base."

With that said, Tan Yun rolled up his sleeves and flashed his pink fist.

An Jing gave a thumbs up and said, "Amazing."

Tan Yun said slightly proudly: "That kid Han Wenxin, I can hit ten, you know that?"

Compared with the general masters of the rivers and lakes, Tan Yun does have enough capital to be proud of. Now less than [-] is a second-rank cultivation base, and the worst achievement in the future will be a half-step master. If he has the opportunity, he may become a master of the master realm .

An Jing nodded again and again: "Not bad, not bad, from now on in this demon sect, whoever bullies me, you help me teach him a lesson."

Tan Yun sneered, "Master, then you are wrong, you are the leader's pet, who dares to bully you."

foreign pet

An Jing blinked his eyes, he knew that in Tan Yun's eyes, he had already become a soft food.

Tan Yun gritted his teeth, and said, "Uncle, I want to ask you to do me a favor."

An Jing asked, "What's the matter?"

Tan Yun lowered his head and said in a low voice: "You may not know much about Jianghu affairs. My master Li Fuzhou, who is the third master, is still locked up on the ninth floor of the prison. I want the leader to rescue him."

She knew better than anyone else that even if she practiced for a lifetime, she would not be able to rescue Li Fuzhou. The only person who could rescue Li Fuzhou was Zhao Qingmei.

An Jing thought for a while and said, "Okay, I will discuss it with my wife."

At the beginning of the Bazhang Stage, Li Fuzhou was promoted to the Grand Master of the Second Qi, and even reached the realm of martial arts, and he killed Tang Taiyuan with a palm, and he alone took the limelight.

After all, he is also a master of the Devil's Cult. If the Devil's Cult remains indifferent to this, it will inevitably chill everyone's hearts.

Tan Yun clenched his fists and said excitedly: "Young Master, you are so kind. A good person like you will definitely not die."

"OK OK."

An Jing waved his hand and said, "Did you come here because of something?"

Tan Yun was shocked, "I almost forgot, the leader asked me to send a note, it should be for my uncle."

As he spoke, Tan Yun took out a white note from his sleeve.

There are only four large characters on the note, Fulin Restaurant.

"it is good."

An Jing nodded, "I'll get busy first."

The address on this note was exactly where Luo Chongyang was.

"Uncle."

Tan Yun suddenly shouted.

"what happened?"

An Jing turned around and looked over.

I saw Tan Yun hesitated to speak, as if he wanted to say something.

An Jing said unhappily: "If you want to say something, just say it."

Tan Yun lowered his head, and asked after a long while, "If one day I die, my uncle, will you be sad?"

An Jing frowned and said, "Why do you ask this question?"

Tan Yun raised his head and said with a smile: "I'm just afraid that one day I will die, and there will be no one who will be sad for me."

An Jing said with a serious tone: "Don't say that again, I don't like to hear it."

"Okay, got it, young master, go get busy, I have to go back and report to the leader."

Tan Yun stuck out his tongue.

An Jing shook his head with a chuckle when he saw this, and walked outside.

"By the way, uncle, I have learned a few good dishes recently, and some of them are your favorite."

An Jing, who still had a smile on his face, froze instantly, and his pace quickened.

East Luoguan, Fulin Restaurant.

Since the ghost swordsman threatened to conquer Dongluo Pass a few days ago, the number of business travelers near Dongluo Pass has dropped sharply, especially after the pass was closed, the number of people is even rarer.

Although the war is over now, the streets are still somewhat deserted, and it will take some time for the prosperity of the past to recover.

Next to the restaurant, there is a stall.

There was a stick on the ground, and a middle-aged Taoist priest sat cross-legged next to him, holding a cloth sail with four large characters on it: Ask for divination and divination.

"I'm a traveler from the end of the world. How long will I stay in the green felt for a while. Right and wrong, support me."

The middle-aged Taoist priest was very enthusiastic about the passers-by, "Those who travel from south to north, good fortune and good fortune can be measured by the poor."

This middle-aged Taoist priest is none other than Luo Chongyang.

Seeing this, An Jing stepped forward and said, "Analyze me."

"Yo."

Luo Chongyang raised his head and said with a smile: "This son is so handsome and unrestrained, he is really a handsome young man."

An Jing frowned, and said, "How much money counts?"

Luo Chongyang stretched out a finger, "One hundred coins counts as one hexagram."

Black-hearted Taoist priest!

Several passers-by around heard this and immediately frowned slightly.

A hundred pennies is not cheap, and a fortune teller on the road usually only costs twenty pennies, but this Taoist priest wants one hundred pennies, which is nothing short of robbery.

An Jing asked, "Can I have a discount?"

Luo Chongyang shook his head and said, "Pimpedao is a small business and never discounts."

"it is good."

An Jing nodded, took out the money and put it on the street stall.

Luo Chongyang pointed to the lottery on the ground, "Then please draw lots."

An Jing smiled and said, "I mean, I'll make a calculation for the Taoist priest."

"Oh!?"

When Luo Chongyang heard this, he laughed immediately. He had been asking for fortune-telling for many years, but no one had paid for him to do fortune-telling.

An Jing asked directly: "How?"

Luo Chongyang nodded and said, "Okay."

After speaking, Luo Chongyang picked up the stick, and suddenly felt that the stick was a little different, as if it was a little heavier.

"Crash!"

He shook the stick in his hand, and then shook out a lottery with the word 'fierce' written on it.

"Place the sign."

An Jing took the stick and said slowly: "A person walks half a ridge and holds the mountain day by day. The steep and steep rocks are not climbable. Look up to the sky for protection. This body is still in the void."

"You will definitely encounter unprecedented disasters in the future, but fortunately, the road ahead is bright and bright. As the saying goes, mountains don't turn around, roads don't turn around, people turn around."

A gleam appeared in Luo Chongyang's eyes, "Where did fellow Taoist come from?"

not simple!

The young man in front of him was actually able to see through the Xuanmen lottery, and he spoke clearly and logically, and it was almost the same as what Lou Xiangzhen had calculated for himself, which is enough to show that the young man in front of him is extraordinary.

Being so young inexplicably gave him a chill in his heart. Who the hell is this person?

An Jing said indifferently: "Come from nothingness."

"nothingness?"

Luo Chongyang raised his eyebrows when he heard it, as if there was some unknown mystery contained in this sentence.

An Jing folded his hands behind his back, and said calmly: "I know the boss should be waiting for someone, and I also know where that person is now."

"where is it?"

Luo Chongyang remained calm on the face, but in his heart he was a little surprised at who the young man in front of him was, and he knew exactly what his purpose was.

An Jing said with a smile: "It's far away in the sky, but it's close in front of you."

"You're that white ass!?"

Hearing this, Luo Chongyang was shocked suddenly, and a hint of shock appeared in his eyes.

The young man in front of him is his cheap nephew! ?

At this moment, Luo Chongyang's heart was filled with monstrous waves, and he never thought that the ghost swordsman who became famous in the world recently was such a young man.

This is really too unbelievable, too unbelievable.

If this news gets out, the whole world will be shocked.

Because from the beginning to the end, no one would have thought that there would be such a young face behind the ghost swordsman's mask.

The genius swordsman Yan Gang 33 of the late Jin Dynasty reached the fifth level, and the ghost swordsman who killed him with a single sword was only in his early twenties. If the world knows this, how should they feel?

An Jing frowned, "Daoist Luo, what a white ass!?"

Luo Chongyang stared at An Jing for a long time, shook his head and said with emotion: "I didn't expect it, I didn't expect it, nephew, you have hidden it too deeply."