My wife is the sect leader

Zhao Qingmei never said that she hit the palm of Shifang old man through Renzong's information, and even Nangong Weiping failed to clear the palm energy out of her body, obviously it was not that simple.

Zhao Qingmei shook her head, "I didn't know that this qi could be cleared like this."

An Jing said solemnly: "Come in first, I'll give you the pulse."

Then the three of them walked into the lobby, An Jing put his fingers on Zhao Qingmei's pulse, and the cold breath flowed into An Jing's hands continuously along the fingertips.

Nangong Weiping also looked over. She had heard Zhao Qingmei say that An Jing was a famous doctor, but she didn't know the extent of her medical skills.

After a long time, An Jing's complexion became extremely serious, "This aura should be the evil aura."

"Evil Qi!?"

Zhao Qingmei also frowned.

She also learned from the information from Anjing that the Battle of Suolongjing still had an impact before and after, and also knew that when the world's aura surged, a large amount of evil spirit would emerge as the time required.

The evil spirit is dormant in the human body, at first there is no discomfort, and the evil spirit will not be sensed, once it erupts, it will pour down like a mountain torrent.

The consequences are unimaginable and predictable.

Nangong Weiping's heart was shocked, and she also asked: "You mean that the old man Shifang slapped him, injecting evil energy into Xiao Qingmei's body?"

Evil qi, this kind of qi mechanism can only pollute the aura of heaven and earth and the human body, so why not use it?

An Jing nodded and said in a deep voice, "Do you feel that your bones are very cold recently?"

Zhao Qingmei nodded slightly. She often felt icy cold on the way back, and as time passed, the feeling became stronger and stronger, sometimes even giving her an uncomfortable tingling sensation.

Nangong Weiping asked: "Then is there any way to get rid of this evil spirit?"

"At present, there is only one way."

An Jing took a deep breath and said, "It is to use the yang qi of the yang thing to dissolve the evil qi."

The direct and quick way to get rid of this evil qi is to restrain the yin and yang, after all, the evil qi belongs to yin and cold things, and the most yang qi is naturally the nemesis of yin and cold things.

But the thing of the most yang is very precious, and the thing of the most yang must have a lot of energy of the most yang.

Nangong Weiping said: "This thing is extremely precious, it will not be easy to find it in a while."

An Jing's face was extremely solemn, and he didn't speak.

In Suolongjing, he knew very well the difficulty of clearing out the evil spirit. At this moment, the evil spirit in Zhao Qingmei's body was many times greater than that in An Jing's body, and the incomplete "Anonymous Heart Sutra" was powerless at all.

Zhao Qingmei held An Jing's hand tightly, and said softly: "It's just an evil spirit, there will always be a way to get rid of it."

An Jing nodded and said: "In my opinion, it will take some time for this evil spirit to erupt, so it should be fine for the time being."

"Go back and study the old man."

Nangong Weiping frowned and walked towards the back hall.

She is also very curious about the evil spirit.

........

The night is as indifferent as water, the mirror-like moon hangs high above the sky, and the brilliance as clear as flowing water spills onto the glorious land.

It was May at this time, and there was still a bit of coolness in the evening wind.

The red candle flickered and the figure flickered.

Zhao Qingmei is like a child at the moment, talking excitedly about her travels with Nangong Weiping during this period.

"...Later, Senior Nan and I went to Tianjiang Mansion, which is next to Jiangnan Road, but the customs of the two places are quite different. There are humanistic customs, I prefer Zhao's unique operas, and some are even left over from the Great Zhou Dynasty. Because of the control of the Black Ice Terrace and the existence of the ban on martial arts in the Jianghu, Zhao's strength is indeed Much stronger than Yan State."

An Jing has never been to Zhao State, and he heard about Zhao State from hearsay. Yan State has a very bad opinion of Zhao State. Everyone agrees that the Black Ice Tower controls the imperial power and interferes in internal affairs. The people of Zhao State are living in dire straits.

But today, I learned from Zhao Qingmei that Zhao Guo is not only stronger than Zhao Guo by relying on pills, but surpasses Yan Guo in economics, military and other aspects.

Under the rule of Heibingtai, the people of Zhao State are not only rich, but also very happy.

But today the chaos in the world has appeared, Nanban, Zhao Guo, and Houjin crusade against Dayan, and now the Black Ice Terrace has suffered heavy losses in Yujing City, so it seems that Houjin is the most powerful, followed by Zhao Guo, and Nanban's strength ranks last.

Calculating carefully, Zhao Guo really came to attack with all his strength, and his national strength is actually not weaker than that of Houjin. After all, Zhao Guo's black ice platform still has such a mysterious old monster.

A trace of murderous intent appeared in An Jing's eyes, "When I have time in the future, I must visit Zhao Guo."

Zhao Qingmei seemed to have a lot to say, and said: "There are also Zhao Guo's pastries and delicacies. I specially learned a few specialty dishes. The taste of Tianjiang smoked goose is amazing. I just read it once and understood it. The trick."

At this moment, Zhao Qingmei doesn't seem to be the leader of the Demon Cult, but just a girl next door who talks endlessly.

An Jing held that cold hand and laughed, "Okay, if it's not delicious..."

Zhao Qingmei looked at An Jing viciously, and said, "If it's not delicious, you have to eat it all."

"How could it be bad?"

An Jing quickly said: "Madam's cooking is delicious."

Zhao Qingmei snuggled into An Jing's arms lightly, a faint smile could not help but said, "You know what? In fact, Senior Nan was very good along the way, and she even explained to me "Nine Nether Purgatory" Grimoire, and also gave me two snow lotus plants."

An Jing was a little surprised when he heard this.

After all, Zhao Qingmei and Nangong Weiping have a very strong competitive relationship. In the end, either Zhao Qingmei will inherit all of Nangong Weiping's cultivation, or Nangong Weiping will absorb all of Zhao Qingmei's cultivation, return to Grand Master, and even reach Grand Master. The pinnacle of the master.

An Jing still said: "No matter what you say, be careful with Nangong Weiping."

Zhao Qingmei replied: "Well, I know it well."

"correct."

An Jing thought of something, and said: "Old General Lu told me what happened back then, your father didn't actually die at the hands of the Emperor."

Zhao Qingmei's parents did not die at the hands of Emperor Dayan as Jiang Shang said, but at the hands of Jiang Shang.

When Jiang Shang discovered that Zhao Qingmei was a once-in-a-thousand-year martial arts prodigy, he took advantage of the flood to kill Zhao Shizai and his wife, and then took Zhao Qingmei away after the flood.

A cold light appeared in Zhao Qingmei's eyes, and she said in a low voice, "I already knew that my father was killed by Jiang Shang."

An Jing looked at the beautiful face in front of him, and said, "You already knew?"

Zhao Qingmei nodded heavily, "After returning to Yan Kingdom, the third master told me."

An Jing thought for a while and said, "Then what are your plans?"

Zhao Qingmei said coldly: "Find Jiang Shang first."

An Jingting nodded, thinking of the scene when he saw Jiang Shangshi for the last time, Jiang Shang, who got the blood of immortality, may have improved his cultivation level, and may have been promoted to the realm of five qi.

Zhao Qingmei looked at An Jing and said, "So, you know everything?"

An Jing snorted softly, and said triumphantly, "With my intelligence, I naturally knew about it a long time ago."

In fact, he did not understand many times before, why Zhao Qingmei fell in love with him in the first place, until Mr. Lu mentioned Zhao Qingmei's father, An Jing's memories flooded up like a tide.

Zhao Qingmei turned her head away, and said angrily: "If Mr. Lu hadn't said it, you would not know about it, maybe you would have forgotten me long ago."

"How could you forget?"

Holding the woman in his arms, An Jing couldn't help but fell into memories.

If there is a time in life that people will never forget, An Jing will never forget what happened ten years ago.

.........

12 years ago, Xingping three years, spring.

The Taoist masters in the south of the Yangtze River are tyrannical, the people's livelihood is poor, and the people's lives are in dire straits, suffering unspeakably.

After more than [-] days of heavy rain in Jiangnan Road, the water level of Yuzhou River soared, and finally the river rushed thousands of miles, breaking down the embankment of Yuzhou, flooding the river, flooding Jiangnan Daoshu Yuzhou City, Linjiang City, and more than [-] households around Zuocheng More than [-] people were drowned, and countless missing.

The so-called great disaster must be followed by a great epidemic. After the flood, there will be plagues and cholera.

Eight or nine members of a family may die, or six or seven members may die, or three or four members of a family may die on the same day, or the whole family may be lying down, unsupported, and the infection continues. pity.

What's more, all the villages and towns are completely deserted, thousands of miles of desolate land are uninhabited, and all of them are full of floating corpses, just like ghosts descending on the world.

The dead are sleeping together, and the living are screaming in the market.Abandoning a family and ruining property can be found everywhere, and selling wives and selling children is common.

The imperial court sent officials to Jiangnan Road to provide relief to the victims according to the inspectors, Danggai Road, cities, and counties.

However, the documents reported to the imperial court did not contain many words, and the description of the disaster was also vague. There were only a few words to describe it.

In Yuzhou City, in the cracked and barren fields, a group of disaster victims are wandering, as lifeless as a group of walking dead.

Because of the flood, An Jing had been separated from his parents for dozens of days. At this moment, his thin body was sitting beside the stone, his face was pale.

He tried his best to stuff the tree root a few times, no matter how his throat surged, the tree root was hard to swallow, and even his stomach acid surged, and the cotton that had not been digested last night almost spit out the tree root.

Bark, leaves, grass roots, rotten grass, and white clay are all food that people can swallow when they are hungry, but in the end, most of these swallowed things are due to astringent stomachs, and ten of them died. No more moving around.

"Someone died over there, go!"

At some point, a sharp sound rang out, and the surrounding victims swarmed away like bloodthirsty beasts.

An Jing saw with his own eyes that a skinny man subconsciously swallowed and smeared and ran over quickly.

someone died...

At night, the moon is bright and the stars are rare.

"Fuck, if you don't travel through time, you will starve to death, right?"

An Jing leaned against a big rock, dizzy and dizzy from hunger, with no strength in his limbs.

At this moment, there seemed to be some noises in the night.

Not far away, dozens of men with big arms and round waists in common clothes were shuttling through the forest.

"Fuck! Didn't you say there are rich merchants in Linjiang City?" One of the big men grabbed the skinny victim and asked, "Did you see the rich merchants in Linjiang City?"

The victims panicked and said, "Rich...rich merchants, where are there rich merchants here?"

"Damn it! Didn't he run away?" The big man threw the victim about two feet away, and his head just hit the rock that An Jing was leaning on, only to hear a 'bang' of blood It overflows, and dies directly.

A person next to him whispered: "Master Liu, don't worry about these things, I finally came out, and I have to squeeze out any fat and water, that woman's figure is not bad."

The big guy at the head said angrily: "Fuck, grab it for me!"

"Quickly, force a few wives to go back."

"Don't grab too much, there's not enough food!"

..........

These are Jianghu gangs and caravans in Jiangnan Road.

Originally, they got the news that there were rich merchants from Linjiang City here, and they were going to loot them.

The big men went directly to grab it, no matter whether these victims had food or not, once they resisted, it would be a dead end.

"Quick, run!"

The victims thought that these were ghosts and rakshasas from the underworld, and all of them were scared out of their wits and fled frantically into the distance.

The more they ran, the more excited the caravan gang members were, and the sharper the knives in their hands, and the faster they killed, the faster the victims ran.

An Jing leaned against the rock, so hungry that he had no strength left.

A few caravan men passed by, without looking at the skin and bones lying on the ground, they turned over and chased the fleeing victims.

Hundreds and thousands of victims were chased and killed by dozens of horse gangs, forming a sea of ​​people, and some victims were trampled to death.

An Jing's stomach was empty, as if they were all glued together. He found some leftover Avalokitesvara soil on the ground, and swallowed it with difficulty. His stomach was wriggling, which made him feel better.

"Mother, wake up...I'm so hungry..."

Not far away, an eight or nine-year-old girl was crying loudly beside the corpse, her voice was hoarse from crying.

It was Zhao Xiaomei, the daughter of Zhao Shizai, the "poor scholar" in Yuzhou City.

Just last night, her mother said she would sleep for a while, but she never woke up again.

Zhao Xiaomei didn't know how long she hadn't eaten, because she was too thin, and the ribs around her waist bulged out one by one.

After about a moment, Zhao Xiaomei stood up and came to the nearby haystack. There was a millstone and a broken porcelain bowl beside the haystack.

Zhao Xiaomei carefully took out some rotten grass from the haystack, then put the rotten grass in the porcelain bowl, and followed her mother's example to grind the rotten grass in the porcelain bowl with a millstone.

The rotten grass was ground to a pulp, and it was completely uncooked. Zhao Xiaomei was sobbing while grinding it vigorously.

"...ah, it hurts!"

Because of too much force, the millstone tilted, and her slender arm was directly scratched by the broken porcelain bowl, and blood flowed into the porcelain bowl mixed with rotten grass.

"Mom...it hurts... woo woo woo."