My wife is the sect leader

As expected of listening to music together, this feeling is good.

An Jing said angrily beside him: "Six days in the autumn, four days back and forth, play in the middle, and release the rankings, it's only 20 days, it doesn't have to be like this."

Zhou Xianming packed his bags and boarded the passenger ship. Seeing the three people seeing him off on the pier, he couldn't help but feel a lot of emotion in his heart.

"Everyone, it's cold, let's go back."

In this big autumn exam, so many people who 'cared about' him came to see him off, and he was determined to go to high school, which made Miss Liyue look at her with admiration.

Li Fuzhou's passenger boat was floating, and he couldn't help but said: "The rain is clear, the clouds are clearing, the north wind is cold, and the road in Yushui and Wushan is difficult. You must be drunk today to see you off, and the road to remembering each other in Ming Dynasty is long."

"Good poetry, Mr. Li is a great talent!" Zhou Xianming's eyes lit up, but his heart warmed.

"it is good!"

Han Wenxin couldn't help stroking his hands beside him.

"Do you understand this poem?"

An Jing frowned.

Han Wenxin is the cultural level of being able to understand characters. He has just passed the pass line for illiteracy, and he can actually comment on poems?

When Han Wenxin saw An Jing's eyes, he smiled innocently and said, "As long as I don't understand the poems, I think they are all good."

When he read ancient poems since he was a child, he discovered a truth, as long as he felt that it was convoluted and difficult to understand, others would definitely praise it, and this made Hanwen new in his bones.

"Children can't be taught." Li Fuzhou cast a glance at Han Wenxin, and sighed helplessly, his verses were undoubtedly chewing peonies for him.

An Jing also said sadly: "Listen to me composing a poem to see Mr. Zhou off."

When several people heard this, they all pricked up their ears and listened. Zhou Xianming was overwhelmed with gratitude and had tears in his eyes.

An Jing took a deep breath, pondered for a while before saying: "The wind is rustling, the water is cold, and the strong man will never return..."

Hearing this, Zhou Xianming staggered and almost fell off the boat.

"Quick! Let's sail!"

Li Fuzhou: "..."

Korean new: "......."

The words were plain and simple, and he understood them.

The three of them just watched the passenger ship go away, and Zhou Xianming, who was standing on the boat, kept waving at the three of them.

"This little old man's hand is almost broken."

Han Wenxin looked at the black dots that were getting smaller and smaller in the distance, and couldn't help muttering.

"Everyone is gone, I should go to see a doctor." An Jing stretched his muscles and bones.

Going out today, besides seeing Zhou Xianming off, he also went to Mazi Lane in the west of the city for consultation.

"Grandpa, do you really not need the old man to help you?"

Li Fuzhou asked from the side.

It was agreed when they came that Li Fuzhou was only here to see Zhou Xianming off.

"No, I used to be alone."

An Jing waved his hand.

He always felt that Li Fuzhou was Zhao Qingmei's spy by his side. Although he didn't do anything, he just felt a little uncomfortable, and he had to be on guard against him all the time.

After all, the little old man said that he would eat him for the rest of his life.

"Well, my uncle, I will go back first."

Li Fuzhou cupped his fists and was about to return to Jishitang.

"Brother An, is Tan Yun at home?" Han Wenxin's eyes lit up slightly, and his hands froze slightly.

"Yes." An Jing nodded.

"I see, Brother An, go and get busy."

Han Wenxin heard that he quickly caught up with Li Fuzhou, "Master, wait for me, the city is not peaceful recently, I will escort you back."

"This kid."

Seeing this, An Jing couldn't help but chuckled, and then walked towards Mazi Lane in the west of the city.

...........

Chapter 72 The little black boy ran away from home

On the banks of the Yuzhou River, inside the Jishi Hall.

"Mrs. Xiao'an knows how to take medicine. It's amazing."

"Aunt Liu is really joking. My husband asked me to prepare it. Take this medicine in the morning and evening, and take it for three days."

"Thank you, Mrs. Xiao'an, you don't need to leave."

.......

Zhao Qingmei watched the middle-aged woman go away, and slowly returned to the hall.

"Miss, I'm back."

Not long after, Li Fuzhou's voice came out from outside the door.

"Captain Han?"

Zhao Qingmei followed the sound and found that Han Wenxin was standing beside Li Fuzhou, holding a pastry in his hand.

"Hi brother and sister, I haven't seen you for a few days, and you look even more beautiful."

Han Wenxin said with a smile on his face, and then glanced behind Zhao Qingmei, as if he was looking for something.

"What are you looking for?" Zhao Qingmei asked Han Wenxin looking around.

"This is Zhuji's wishful cake. It was freshly baked. I bought two copies. I heard Miss Tan likes to eat it very much. Where is she?"

Han Wenxin said as he put down a pastry.

"Her, she went to wash clothes by the river." Zhao Qingmei said with a faint smile if she realized something.

"Okay, I see, brother and sister, you should do your work first."

When Han Wenxin heard it, he was overjoyed. This is a good opportunity to get along alone.

After speaking, he quickly walked towards Hebu.

Zhao Qingmei looked at Han Wenxin's back and said, "Third Master, you don't seem to be worried?"

Li Fuzhou said firmly: "Tan Yun won't take a fancy to Han Wenxin."

"That's true."

Zhao Qingmei nodded, thinking of something: "Ghost-faced Buddha is following."

An Jing didn't seem to be willing to let Li Fuzhou follow him, so Zhao Qingmei had no choice but to let the masters in the sect secretly protect him.

Logically speaking, second-rank masters are already top-notch in Yuzhou City. As long as they don't meet the Cao Gang and that peerless swordsman, they will definitely not be in any danger.

Even if there is a crisis, as long as the ghost-faced Buddha supports for a while, she and Li Fuzhou can easily arrive.

"Miss, don't worry, the ghost-faced Buddha will definitely protect my uncle."

Li Fuzhou frowned and said: "All the masters of Renzong have been dispatched to search for the swordsman. It has been several days, and there is still no news..."

Ever since the Faxi Temple Demon Slaying Conference, Zhao Qingmei had planned to recruit the peerless swordsman. The masters of the Renzong of the Demon Sect spread out, trying their best to find out about the peerless swordsman, but they still found nothing. Popped up, then disappeared out of nowhere.

Zhao Qingmei's eyes were cold, and she said in a flat tone: "It's okay, after all, Renzong's line is still being laid out slowly, this matter should not be rushed, and the swordsman's strength is extraordinary, so he may not join my Demon Cult."

The Demon Cult made a comeback. The first thing was naturally that the Renzong masters entered Dayan and began to spread their dark lines. Although there were some lines before, most of the dark lines have been broken and need to be re-arranged. This is also Li Fuzhou who came to Dayan in person one of the reasons.

After laying out the line and having a strong intelligence network, this is only the first step for the Demon Cult to make a comeback.

Zhao Qingmei also needed Renzong's powerful intelligence network to find out the reason for Jiang Shang's death.

Li Fuzhou said in a deep voice: "Also, the person in Yujing City seems to be very dissatisfied with us breaking the seal of Faxi Temple this time. After all, this seal is to protect his Zhao family's country."

Zhao Qingmei's tone was still very flat, she seemed neither happy nor sad and said: "If he is dissatisfied, let him tell me in person, since he wants to cooperate with my Demon Cult, he must be mentally prepared."

Li Fuzhou sighed slightly, "Master, after all, this cooperation was discussed by Renyi himself. Although the leader is somewhat reluctant, since the matter is a foregone conclusion, I might as well use his hand to take root first, and then make plans."

The Renyi he was talking about was, of course, Zhao Qingmei's senior brother, Jiang Renyi, the suzerain of the Dizong.

The cooperation between the Demon Cult and Yu Jingcheng was discussed four years ago, before Zhao Qingmei became the leader.

From Li Fuzhou's point of view, the cooperation between the two parties is to seek skin from the tiger, and it depends on which tiger is more ferocious.

Zhao Qingmei didn't speak. She knew in her heart that what Li Fuzhou said was not unreasonable. The Demon Cult wanted to make a comeback, but it was not as easy as imagined. wishful thinking.

Li Fuzhou pondered for a moment, and said: "By the way, Renyi already knows everything about you after you came to Dayan..."

"Jiang Renyi knows?"

Zhao Qingmei frowned, "What did you say?"

Li Fuzhou shook his head, "The leader told his subordinates to keep it secret, so naturally his subordinates will not tell anyone."

"That's the head of Suzaku..."

Zhao Qingmei narrowed her eyes, her tone was very flat.

The four capitals of the Demon Sect are all top masters, directly belonging to the leader of the Demon Cult, and the head of Suzaku is Zhao Qingmei's close person, who is four years older than her. She and Zhao Qingmei practiced martial arts since childhood, grew up together, and love each other like sisters.

Seeing this, Li Fuzhou said in a deep voice: "As Suzaku is close to the leader, he is worried about the crisis of the leader, so it is normal to report the news to Yiyi."

Zhao Qingmei is usually gentle and gentle in front of An Jing, a school of ladies, but Li Fuzhou knows that Zhao Qingmei's heart is vicious, and her methods are decisive, even he is secretly speechless.

This time, she violated her order. Even if Suzaku, who loves her sisters, even if she doesn't kill her, the head of Suzaku may take the blame and abdicate. Now that the Demon Sect has recuperated for several years and its strength has just recovered, it plans to make a comeback this time. It is also the occasion of employing people.

"For her, I have my own measure."

Zhao Qingmei said flatly: "Jiang Renyi knew it when he knew it. Anyway, he will know it sooner or later, and I have no intention of hiding it from anyone."

Li Fuzhou frowned inwardly, but finally did not speak again.

Zhao Qingmei rubbed her temples and said softly, "By the way, if Jiang Renyi wants to come to Dayan, you have to tell me first."

"The subordinates know, but he probably won't come in a short time."

Li Fuzhou naturally knew what she was worried about.

..........

By the Yuzhou River.

Under the shade of dense green trees, there are rows of white walls that are slightly mottled and gray. The soft shadows of Wansi golden willows are rippling in the water waves, and the wooden canopy boats pass by with the sound of orioles.

There were lively and joking laughter on Hebu.

In the simple and quiet ancient city, a tree of phoenix red flowers is falling into the river with the wind.

"Crack!" "Crack!"

Tan Yun was squatting on Hebuto, beating his clothes with a hammer, and talking to himself.

"How could such a living person disappear?"

Since returning from Faxi Temple, she often thinks of the demon slaying meeting that day, especially that peerless figure and those familiar eyes.

For some reason, she would always secretly compare that peerless swordsman with my uncle.

"Uncle, it's too bad."

Tan Yun shook his head hastily, pouted his mouth and said, "You know how to bully me, and angels call me every day. There is no comparison with that swordsman. At least others never bully me."

Speaking of this, she blushed, subconsciously looked towards the two places, and was slightly relieved when she found that there was no one there.

"Bad uncle, smelly uncle!" Tan Yun muttered in a low voice while beating with a hammer, as if the clothes were An Jing.

"Miss Tan! Miss Tan!"

At this moment, a voice came from afar.

"Um?!"

Tan Yun followed the sound and saw Han Wenxin running over excitedly carrying a box of pastries.