My wife is the sect leader

Hearing this, Tan Yun immediately said with an aggrieved face: "Young Master, you are unreasonable. Could it be that I did it for you all this time?"

Did it for nothing...?

An Jing was slightly taken aback, and hurriedly said: "What do you mean doing it for nothing? I don't have it. You are making something out of nothing, talking nonsense, a bunch of nonsense..."

"And you eat my food and drink mine, which one doesn't cost money?"

"If you give me the money, I don't care. I want the money. If there is no money, I will do it for nothing." Tan Yun stretched out his small hand.

"Okay, okay, I'll give it to me, can I give it to you?"

When An Jing heard this, he was afraid that Tan Yun would say anything more, so he quickly took out two taels of silver from his purse.

"Give you."

"Just two taels of silver!?"

Tan Yun said with some dissatisfaction: "I have worked for you for almost three months..."

"Look, there are only two or two, and this has already exhausted all I have."

An Jing shook his purse helplessly.

"Forget it, let's talk about it when my uncle has money."

Seeing this, Tan Yun could only reluctantly take the two taels of silver, and then walked towards the backyard with cheerful steps.

An Jing sighed heavily, that old boy Li Fuzhou ate himself to death, but he didn't expect to be taken into the army by Tan Yun... Maybe the day when he will be rich is far away.

Chapter 81

"Husband, what are you sighing for?"

After finishing packing, Zhao Qingmei walked to An Jing and said curiously.

Zhao Qingmei is wearing a pleated skirt of water mist and green grass, with a small cherry mouth that is not spotty and red, delicate and charming, and the two strands of hair around her cheeks are gently blown by the wind, adding a bit of seductive style.

"No, I was thinking that the weather is really nice." An Jing looked up at the dark sky.

"It's getting dark, don't lie to me."

Zhao Qingmei put her palm on An Jing's arm, looked at him without blinking her beautiful eyes, and said, "Tell me, is there something you are hiding from me? I always feel like you are keeping me in the dark."

Feeling the warm body temperature and the faint fragrance that wafted into his nostrils, An Jing couldn't help feeling distracted, and said with a smile: "Ma'am, everything I said is true."

"Really?" Zhao Qingmei glanced at An Jing suspiciously.

"How could something be hidden from you?"

An Jing said solemnly: "You know my length, I know your depth, we are the closest people,"

"Dead looks! Not serious! This is the street, you are not afraid of being heard by others."

Zhao Qingmei's heart was pounding like a deer, her neck was flushed red, she couldn't help but whispered: "Hurry up and eat, we have to go to the night market later, it's not good to be late."

"Then I'll close now." An Jing heard that he put away the broom.

"No, the third master won't go either, just let him watch at home, and he can give people medicine."

"He's not going?"

"Yes, he wants to read at home."

An Jing's heart moved when he heard that, this old thing is really spying on me.

...........

Yuzhou City, the night market in the south of the city.

The lights are brightly lit, the spring breeze is intoxicating, thousands of lights beside the bridge reflect the blue clouds, the boats are radiating, the boats are full of exquisite silk fabrics, women with heavy makeup can be seen everywhere inside and outside the high-rise buildings, and tourists who are looking for fun come in an endless stream.

Pedestrians are weaving, voices are buzzing, and it is a bustling and lively scene.

"There are so many people."

Tan Yun glanced around and couldn't help but click his tongue.

An Jing glanced at the tall buildings in the distance, and said: "Of course there are more people, this is the most lively place in Yuzhou City at night."

"If you're lucky, you might be able to see Brother Han."

He remembered very clearly that in the early summer of this year, Han Wenxin would come to the night market on time every night.

Then clock in and clock up.

Zhao Qingmei chuckled beside him and said, "We haven't seen Han Wenxin for several days, and we don't know what happened. After we brought two boxes of wishful cakes last time, we never came again."

An Jing was also a little strange, he used to come to him for a drink every now and then, but for some reason he really hadn't seen him during this time.

"That kid Han Wenxin? You don't even want to be a dog for a few days."

Tan Yun heard a slander, and then seemed to see something: "Miss, uncle, there is a throwing pot over there."

Not far away, there was a stall with several coarse cloth cushions placed in front of the stall, and three porcelain throwing pots behind the stand, and the distance between the three throwing pots was arranged from near to far.

At this time, many people gathered at the throwing pot stand, watching the woman sitting in the field throwing pots.

Seeing the face of the woman who was throwing the pot, An Jing immediately knew why many people were watching.

The woman's skin was as white as snow, with a slightly straight nose, red lips and white teeth, she was extremely beautiful, but she gave off a feeling of aloofness and coldness.

I saw the woman kneeling on the mat, holding a feather arrow in her hand, and kept throwing towards the sentry pot.

"Oh, what a pity."

"A little closer."

.........

The people around watched seriously. They had never watched other people's throwing pots so seriously like today, and they even felt sorry for it.

Dozens of feather arrows in a row, without a single exception, all missed. The owner of the stall was already happy to be there, but he continued to comfort him.

"This lady is also skilled in throwing pots. If you throw a few more times, you may be able to succeed."

The woman didn't seem to hear the lamentations from the stall owner and the neighbors at all. She just stared at the sentry pot in front of her and kept shooting. The feather arrow in her hand was gone, and she simply took out her purse and bought ten more.

"This woman is a master."

An Jing looked at the palm of the woman's throwing pot and thought to himself.

From the moment the woman picked up the throwing pot, the moment she turned her wrist, that kind of flexibility was not something that a master of martial arts could do so naturally.

However, this woman is obviously a master, why is she throwing pots without success?

"Miss Dai, I often play this throwing pot, do you want me to teach you?"

Just then, a familiar voice sounded.

I saw Han Wenxin standing next to the woman with a silly smile on his face, rubbing his palms on his chest.

"It's really that kid Han Wenxin." Tan Yun said in surprise.

Seeing this scene, An Jing seemed to feel familiar, and couldn't help being surprised, why did Han Wenxin become more and more sophisticated?

In other words, everyone in this world is...

"Husband, is she prettier or am I prettier?" Zhao Qingmei said with a sweet smile.

"Of course Ma'am, you look good."

An Jing suddenly felt a chill in his heart, and said hastily.

"Then you are so engrossed?" Zhao Qingmei smiled unabated.

An Jing laughed dryly: "No, I was looking at Brother Han..."

Tan Yun looked at An Jing strangely, "What's so interesting about Han Wenxin?"

An Jing smiled meaningfully: "No, I'm waiting for Brother Han's performance."

Both Zhao Qingmei and Tan Yun were a little confused and did not understand the meaning of An Jing's words.

At the booth, Han Wenxin patted himself on the chest and said, "It's not me who blows the pot. If I say the pot in Yuzhou City is second, then no one will dare to recognize the first."

An Jing immediately became interested when he heard this, I still understand Han Wenxin.

"No thanks."

The woman spoke the first sentence, a little coldly.

After finishing speaking, the woman took the last feather arrow in her hand, but as expected, she still missed.

"Well, this throwing pot is quite interesting."

At this moment, a sharp sound came from a distance, as if a hair was stuck in the throat, which made people feel extremely uncomfortable.

Following the voice, it was a man in black with a bamboo hat.

The man couldn't see his appearance and age clearly, but his hands had wide sleeves, but when he looked closely, he didn't have any palms outstretched. Obviously his hands were incomplete, and there was a glazed jade pendant hanging on his waist. Dressed like this, he probably belonged to the world.

When Tan Yun saw that person, he squinted his eyes, and then heard the voice: "Master, this person may be a disabled old man from the Five Poisons Sect. He is famous all over the world, and according to our Renzong information, he has indeed come to Jiangnan Dao."

"If the woman next to her is as expected, she should be Dai Ling, the daughter of Dai Danshu. I didn't expect that we would meet them here."

Chapter 82

Five Poison Sect, one of the Seven Sects of Dayan.

The Five Poisons Sect is a mysterious and insidious sect in Jianghu. The people in the sect are extremely good at poisoning, but the sect is not most famous for poisoning.

The reason why they are famous is because of the many masters and extremely vicious methods of the Five Poison Sect. There are five martial arts cultivation methods in the Five Poison Sect, which are shaped like centipedes, poisonous snakes, toads, geckos, and scorpions. They are called the Five Poisons Art. Every kind of cultivation method is a real martial arts level martial arts, and the combination of five poisons is a natural martial arts level existence.

Now the head of the sect, Dai Danshu, is like a crown jade, with vicious and vicious methods, he is honored as the five poisonous princes by the people of the rivers and lakes, and he is also a well-known master on the dragon list.

And the Tiancan old man in front of him is the leader of the lineage of cultivating the Heavenly Centipede Art, and also the Great Elder of the Five Poisons Sect.

"I see."

Zhao Qingmei narrowed her eyes slightly, but she was thinking about the purpose of the five poisonous gates in Yuzhou City.

Among the Seven Sects of Dayan, the Five Poison Sect and the Demon Sect are inextricably linked. Back then, the Demon Sect was besieged and suppressed by many forces, and it was the Five Poison Sect who took the lead in raising the banner of crusade.

But to go back to the source to investigate the history of the Wudu Gate, in fact, 200 years ago, the Wudu Gate was not called the Wudu Gate, but the Wudu Banner.

The five poisonous flags and the four are all branches of the Demon Sect.

But later, the Five Poison Banners colluded together and were not satisfied with the status quo at that time. In addition, there was a top expert in the Five Poison Banners at that time, and then he broke away from the Demon Sect and founded a sect. Under the "careful care" of the Dayan Dynasty , its power also rose by leaps and bounds, and soon became a giant that cannot be ignored in the arena.

For this scene, the forces in the Jianghu are naturally happy to hear it.

Afterwards, although the Demon Sect wanted to crusade against the Five Poison Sect several times, they were all resolved by the Shinichi Sect, Xuanyiwei and other forces.

The grievances between the Five Poison Sect and the Demon Sect are getting deeper and deeper.

Dai Ling said lightly: "It's not bad, it's not interesting if you're tired of playing, let's go."

The stall owner sighed regretfully when he saw that his rich man was about to leave.

Han Wenxin was talking beside him, "What else does Miss Dai want to play? It's also very interesting to win money over there..."

Suddenly, he saw a few familiar figures, and couldn't help being stunned, "An...Brother An, why are you here?"

"My wife ran out of rouge, so she came out for a stroll." An Jing smiled lightly: "Brother Han came out alone to inspect?"

When Dai Ling heard the voice, she also looked over. When she saw Zhao Qingmei, she couldn't help but take a few extra glances. People with such iconic looks are rare.

"Yeah, alone." Han Wenxin flipped Tan Yun away and laughed twice.

"Then who are these two?"

An Jing looked at the old man Tian Disabled and Dai Ling behind Han Wenxin and asked.

Han Wenxin quickly replied: "Ms. Dai and Mr. Zhang came all the way from the southwest. Just now they asked me about the way to Faxi Temple. I happen to be fine and I'm ready to guide them."

Faxi Temple?

Could it be to suppress a ray of spiritual energy under the seal?

There was no change on An Jing's face, but his brows were darkly frowned. After all, in his heart, he almost believed that the aura of the world belonged to him, but now two masters popped up suddenly, which made him suspicious.

Han Wenxin introduced from the side: "This is An Jing, the youngest and most promising doctor in Yuzhou City, and his wife is next to him."

Dai Ling didn't speak, but a hint of arrogance flashed in his eyes.