My wife is the sect leader

Some people left love, some left hatred, some left blood, and some left life.

"Don't worry, the grievances between you and me are just like the Wudumen and Tianwaitian."

Dai Ling grabbed a handful of fallen leaves and let them go, "Let's just let it go."

With the breeze blowing, the scattered fallen leaves are constantly flying with the wind, forming a different kind of scenery.

When they first met, they fought each other, leaving behind entangled seeds, and then it almost became a wonderful story in Wudumen, and then An Jing continued to take root in Dai Ling's heart, becoming her lingering love. obsession...

The story is tortuous, the people are complicated, and the mood is also ups and downs, but the deep-rooted obsession can't dissipate no matter what.

An Jing said with emotion: "This wind, I must have heard the stories of many people."

Dai Ling nodded and said, "Yes, I must have heard stories from many, many people."

The two didn't speak any more, and the scene suddenly became silent.

It seems that their stories and grievances are also blowing away with the wind.

Dai Ling was also relieved.

Let go of one thought and feel at ease.

An Jing chuckled, "Actually, I'm not afraid of you killing me, I'm even more afraid of you falling in love with me."

Dai Ling looked at An Jing's eyes, which became more and more cold.

The air suddenly became cold.

"Just kidding, there will be a period later."

An Jing smiled and waved his hands, and walked towards the foot of the mountain.

Looking at the suddenly turned back, Dai Ling felt a different emotion, as if something had been pulled out of her body.

Her hatred was gone, and the belief that supported her disappeared.

She was at a loss for what to do at the moment.

She looked at the back with her beautiful eyes, a soft light flashed in her cold eyes, and the corners of her mouth raised slightly unconsciously.

The wind is still spinning, as if it will never stop.

The story continues, but with a new beginning.

........

Yujing City, Yuhua Bieyuan.

Now the entire Yujing city is in the vortex of public opinion, and the seemingly calm surface has long been undercurrents.

Some people believed the rumors, but some scoffed at the news. After all, who would have thought that Zhao Zhiwu, who had just become a grand master, would be severely injured by a mysterious master and was about to die.

Who can hurt the grand master?

Who can hurt Emperor Dayan?

If there is really another great master, why doesn't he show up.

However, the news spread like a raging fire, and there was no rumor to refute it. Zhao Zhiwu, Emperor of the Great Yan, may have been ignoring the government for a long time, which made many people who didn't believe it gradually began to believe it.

People who believed in it became the majority, and then this incident slowly evolved into a real thing.

As the prince's other courtyard, this period of time can be described as extremely lively, with a constant stream of people coming here. The visitors are all nobles from aristocratic families, the heirs of officials in the frontier, or civil and military officials above the court. The lowest position is the second-rank official above the temple, from which it can be seen that the comers are dignified, and some people even joked that Yuhua Bieyuan is a small imperial court.

The reason why Yuhua Bieyuan is so lively is that besides Prince Zhao Chongyin's legitimate status, there is another important reason. Pingyang Wei Qiu Heng, who guards Yujing City, is a well-known princeling.

In other words, the prince has mastered the most important military power.

As long as Zhao Zhiwu really dies, who can stop the prince Zhao Chongyin from ascending the throne and proclaiming himself emperor?

Therefore, from the perspective of the people of the world and the officials of the current dynasty, the crown prince is logical, and everyone expects it. Naturally, before he is completely enthroned, he must come to commend his loyalty.

Today, two extraordinary guests came to Yuhua Bieyuan.

There were two Taoists who came, and on the left was an old Taoist. He was wearing an ordinary Taoist robe, and his expression was calm, even somewhat leisurely. Next to him was a slightly younger Taoist priest. The Taoist priest had a face like a crown jade, He is so heroic, even in a plain Taoist robe, it is still difficult for people to look away from him.

These two people are Luo Chongyang and Xiao Qianqiu.

Zhao Chongyin greeted him with a big smile: "Master Luo, please come in quickly."

Xiao Qianqiu said: "There is no need to be too polite."

The three came to the living room, and then sat down one by one according to their seats.

Zhao Chongyin laughed and said: "The national teacher killed ten Nanman masters with the power of one person, which made the Nanman people frightened. I am very excited."

Xiao Qianqiu chuckled, "Ten masters are no match for one master of five qi, so what is the credit of Pindao?"

Who killed the five qi masters?

Only the ghost swordsman beheaded Taiyinkui and Jiang Shang in Beiyuan. Although Jiang Shang became the master of five qi after absorbing the blood of immortality, his prestige in the Jianghu was not comparable to that of Taiyinkui, but he was also a master of five qi.

The two five qi masters both died at the hands of An Jing. If there is a master who has become more famous in the world recently, it must be the ghost swordsman.

Zhao Chongyin nodded, "An Jing is indeed a genius of the Devil's Cult. He was able to reach his current strength from the first rank in just two years. In his hands, the Devil's Cult might not be able to restore the splendor of the Great Qin Dynasty."

When the Devil's Cult was founded, it called itself Tianwaitian, which was a sect that surpassed the Great Qin Dynasty.

Speaking of this, Zhao Chongyin looked at the national teacher Xiao Qianqiu, as if he wanted to see some emotions.

There was nothing unusual in those plain eyes, and he was not at all moved by Zhao Chongyin's words, "Ghost swordsman is a peerless genius, and only when the world is changing drastically will such a character appear."

Said, Xiao Qianqiu took a sip of tea lightly.

Like a spring breeze, the waves are calm.

Luo Chongyang nodded. Everyone has their own destiny, as if it has been predetermined in the dark, but some people are not. They are born to change the direction of the situation. are called variables.

Dao 49, Tianyan [-], people flee to one of them.

There are fifty avenues of heaven and earth, but only 49 are derived from heaven and earth, and people can only walk one of them. Even if the way of heaven is not complete, there is a chance for everything.

Whether this vitality is good or bad, no one can tell.

Zhao Chongyin also dabbled in hexagram calculations, and immediately said: "The national teacher thinks he is a variable?"

Xiao Qianqiu smiled and said: "He is a variable, you are a variable, and the poor are also a variable. Anyone in the world may be a variable."

Zhao Chongyin pondered for a while, "Variables are relative."

Xiao Qianqiu said: "People have never been static since ancient times."

"What the national teacher said is very true, just like me and the national teacher."

Zhao Chongyin said earnestly: "So there may have been some misunderstandings about the religion of our country before, but at the moment I support Xuanmen to become the state religion."

Luo Chongyang squinted his eyes, and took a deep look at Zhao Chongyin.

These words are undoubtedly expressing to Xiao Qianqiu that he, Zhao Chongyin, recognizes Zhenyi Sect as Taoism, and supports Xiao Qianqiu to become the master of Taoism.

This is a blatant overture without even the slightest concealment.

This scene is similar to Ye Ding and Zhao Zhiwu's back then.

And Ye Ding took this step rightly. For more than 40 years, the Zhenyi Sect has been in full swing in Dayan, and it has completely suppressed the arrogance of the Demon Sect. It has shaken the entire Jianghu.

40 years have passed, and now the same drama of seizing the throne has appeared, and they are still trying to win over the Shinichi Sect, but the opponent of the Shinichi Sect is still the Demon Sect.

Xiao Qianqiu nodded slightly, "Pindao intends to go to Zhenliuxuan to restore the style of Xuanmen."

The True One Sect is not Xuanmen, but one of the three veins, and Xiao Qianqiu's lifelong hope is to reorganize Xuanmen.

Zhao Chongyin's eyes lit up, and he quickly said: "Okay, I will fully support the national teacher."

Xiao Qianqiu made a salute with one hand, and said: "The poor Taoist will try his best to support His Royal Highness the Crown Prince."

Zhao Chongyin was relieved when he heard Xiao Qianqiu's words.

Although he now holds the Pingyang Guard's army, his control over the Jianghu is extremely low, especially the Demon Cult is still a huge hidden danger, and it is absolutely impossible to win over the Demon Cult, so now he can only win over the Zhenyi Sect and Buddhism to check and balance An increasingly powerful Demon Cult.

Buddhism has cooperated with Zhao Chongyin before, and it is not difficult for them to support him. If Xiao Qianqiu and Zhenyijiao are also on his side, then this time there will be nothing wrong.

Rao Zhao Chongyin, who has always been calm, was filled with joy at this moment, and said: "Then I hope everything goes well for me and the national teacher."

Xiao Qianqiu smiled and said nothing.

The two chatted for a while before Xiao Qianqiu and Luo Chongyang left the table.

On the way back, Luo Chongyang said: "Your Highness, the crown prince, is also a qualified emperor. He is tolerant, ambitious, and has a certain amount of intelligence and strength, but..."

Xiao Qianqiu followed Luo Chongyang's words and said: "But he has grievances and entanglements with An Jing, so he will definitely suppress the Demon Cult, so the Demon Cult must not be on his side."

With Zhao Qingmei's status, coupled with the strength of their husband and wife and the Devil's Cult, Zhao Chongyin will definitely not feel at ease in his heart. If Zhao Chongyin ascends the throne, this kind of gap will become bigger and bigger, and even cause internal fighting in the end.

And An Jing definitely didn't want Zhao Chongyin, the crown prince, to ascend the throne, so he was bound to obstruct this time.

This is one of the turmoil in Yujing City.

With An Jing's current status and status, he is no longer a person who waits for disturbances to emerge, but an existence that creates disturbances.

And the big hand that pushes An Jing forward is momentum, fame and fortune.

Zhao Chongyin is also very clear in his heart, so it is necessary for the Zhenyi Sect and Buddhism to balance the Demon Sect, and Xiao Qianqiu is needed to suppress An Jing, and Xiao Qianqiu is naturally very clear about this.

Luo Chongyang nodded and said, "It seems that you have already made your choice."

Xiao Qianqiu said calmly: "An Jing is the descendant of the Daluo Sect. Jiang Sanjia died and Lou Xiangzhen disappeared. He can also be regarded as the descendant of the Guigu Sect. The unification of Taoist sect is inevitable. Pindao and him must have a relationship." This is a battle of morality."

"Previously, Pindao had been waiting for him. Now that the time has come, Zhao Chongyin can play this game. Let's see how he responds."

The unity of Taoism is not only the mind, but also the general trend.

Therefore, An Jing, who represents the Daluo faction and Guigu faction, and Xiao Qianqiu will definitely have a fight, which is unavoidable.

Not only that, but if the Zhenyi Sect wants to continue its previous glory, it must choose this time to win the throne. This is the general trend, because the temple and the rivers and lakes themselves are an inseparable whole.

If the Demon Sect is powerful, then the True One Sect will inevitably decline, and if the True One Sect is strong, then the Demon Sect will inevitably decline.

Because the rivers and lakes are so big, the world is so big, it will not change just because of who is in charge of the rivers and lakes.

"It seems that this is inevitable."

Luo Chongyang raised his head. At this time, the sun was so strong that it was hard to open his eyes.

Xiao Qianqiu smiled and said: "It is inevitable."

Luo Chongyang said: "It seems that my nephew has been waiting for a long time."

Xiao Qianqiu folded his hands behind his back and said softly: "The chess game of Pindao has finally ushered in the opponent that should come."

Luo Chongyang nodded and said, "A real opponent is hard to find, even harder to find than a friend."

"Uncle Shi is right, he is the only one who can be the opponent of the poor in the world today."

Xiao Qianqiu asked with a smile: "Is there anything you want to tell my nephew before this?"

He really wanted to know what his little uncle who was both a teacher and a friend would say before he played the game with the ghost swordsman.

Luo Chongyang pondered for a moment, and said: "The victory or defeat of a chess game is not based on one move, but on the move. Life is wonderful, not in one day, but in the court."

.........

On the official road of Gyeonggi-do, several galloping horses approached, and on the horses were An Jing and others who were heading towards Yujing City.

Han Wenxin looked at the majestic city that was close at hand, and couldn't help shouting: "The capital is finally here! Lao Tzu Han Wenxin has finally arrived at the capital!"

For more than 20 years, it was the first time he came to Yujing City. The last time he was in Houjin Wangting, his mind was full of fear and fear, and he didn't even have the heart to watch the scenery of Wangting.

Li Fuzhou said angrily: "It's just a capital city, not promising."

Han Wenxin rubbed his hands, and said with a chuckle: "The main thing is that I heard that the customs and customs in the capital are very good, which makes people yearn for it."

After finishing speaking, he turned around and raised his eyebrows at An Jing behind him.

An Jing remembered Zhao Qingmei's words at that time, and quickly looked at his nose, his nose at his mouth, and his mouth to his heart, turning a blind eye to Han Wenxin and not hearing it.

Li Fuzhou nodded, "It's really good, especially in Yiyinju and Fengchenyuan. Whether it's appearance, dancing posture, or the ability to please men, they are all outstanding."

Han Wenxin swallowed his saliva, "Third Master, how is it? Is it moist?"

"Herod!"

The little mare under Han Wenxin's crotch seemed unable to bear the humiliation of Han Wenxin's crotch, and could not help but roar.

A gleam flashed in Li Fuzhou's eyes, "It's very moist."

"Third Master, I'm going to tell you about this."