My wife is the sect leader

There are dozens of sets of night clothes!

"Uncle, he actually has so many night clothes, what is he going to do?"

Tan Yunxin was full of doubts and incomprehensions.

An ordinary doctor has collected so many night clothes, is it some kind of special hobby?

"Could it be...my uncle likes to wear night clothes...?"

Suddenly, Tan Yun seemed to think of something, and couldn't help but blushed.

..........

Zhao Qingmei woke up early as usual, then sat in front of the dressing table to dress up, looking at the bronze mirror in front of her, somehow her heart suddenly felt empty.

In these three months of peaceful life, she seemed to have almost forgotten that she was still the leader of the Demon Cult.

She has completely fallen in love with this kind of life, such peaceful days, and the person who waits every day.

Just one night without An Jing, she became a little worried and a little empty.

"Miss!"

At this time, Tan Yun's voice sounded outside the door.

"come in."

Zhao Qingmei inserted the silver hairpin and said

Hearing this, Tan Yun slowly opened the door and walked in, hesitated for a moment and said: "Miss, this subordinate has discovered something, which is related to my uncle."

I don't know if Miss knows about this matter, but it's better to report to Miss.

"What is it?" Zhao Qingmei frowned when she heard that it was related to An Jing.

"In the utility room, I found some strange things."

"what?"

"Night clothes, dozens of sets of night clothes."

"Oh? Take me to see it."

When Zhao Qingmei heard this, her heart moved.

The night clothes are only used by people who walk in the rivers and lakes. Her husband is just an ordinary doctor. Why there are so many night clothes is somewhat strange.

Afterwards, Tan Yun brought Zhao Qingmei to the chore room.

"Miss, look at these..."

Tan Yun pointed to the night clothes road in a place.

Zhao Qingmei bent down, then picked up a set of night clothes and looked at it carefully, frowning slightly.

She is too familiar with An Jing's size, the size of these night clothes is basically not much different from his, the only difference is that they are smaller.

Tan Yun asked cautiously: "Miss, why do you think my uncle left so many night clothes?"

She usually asks about things in the ordinary church, but Tan Yun is also very curious about the things about An Jing.

"I don't really know."

Zhao Qingmei shook her head.

Miss, don't you know?

Could this be my uncle's own private secret?

"Could it be..."

When Tan Yun heard the words, he couldn't help but think of something. In the Jianghu, there is a kind of person who can be punished by everyone, and that is the flower picker.

These flower-picking thieves, because of their extraordinary strength, often violate strict laws and morals, steal incense and jade, and corrupt women's chastity. Not to mention ordinary people, even people in the world are quite shameless to them .

Could it be that my uncle used to be a flower picker?

Thinking of this, Tan Yun showed a hint of disbelief, and then shook his head again and again, "My uncle is just an ordinary doctor, without much strength, how could he be a flower picker? Absolutely impossible."

Zhao Qingmei's brows were tightly furrowed, and her heart was full of doubts and incomprehensions.

An Jing didn't have the slightest fluctuation of internal energy. Even if he had learned some boxing kung fu, according to people in the Jianghu, it was only a ninth-rank cultivation base. This kind of cultivation base was comparable to ordinary people who had never learned kung fu. People are no match for others.

Since he has never studied martial arts, why is he wearing these night clothes?

She has been with An Jing day and night for so long, and she doesn't feel any fluctuations in her internal energy. Unless An Jing is a master, otherwise it is impossible to hide it from her.

Is it.....

Zhao Qingmei also thought of something, her cheeks flushed slightly.

Tan Yun continued to rummage through boxes and cabinets, as if he wanted to find other interesting things to come out.

"Miss, you see there are books here, hey...it seems to be a martial arts mentality..."

At this time, she found a wooden box full of books.

"Crash!" "Crash!"

The books in the wooden box fell down.

Tan Yun picked up a book, then stammered: "This is Qing... Xinjue?"

She didn't understand the word in the middle.

"That's the Qingfu mentality."

Zhao Qingmei said in a deep voice.

Hearing this, Tan Yun stared at him; "The Qingfu Mental Method? Could it be the Qingfu Sect's mental method? But this Qingfu Sect was not a sect in the time of the Nine Kingdoms, has it been destroyed long ago?"

The Qingfu Sect is not considered a major sect, and it is only a small sect in the chaos of the Nine Kingdoms. The core method of its sect is the Xuanwu-level Qingfu Xinjue.

Those who cultivate martial arts can only raise their cultivation base to the first rank with the support of Xuanwu-level mental skills, and the Qingfu Sect has attracted many disciples to join by relying on this Xuanwu-level Qingfu Xinjue. The top sects, such as the Wusheng Sect, were all destroyed, let alone such a small sect as the Qingfu Sect.

Xuanwu-level mind skills are nothing in the eyes of the two of them.

Zhao Qingmei practiced the Tianmo Jue of Tianwu level, while Tan Yun practiced the Earth Demon Jue of Zhenwu level, and their minds were higher than Qingfu Xinjue.

But one of them is a master of the Demon Cult, and the other is the head of the Demon Cult. It is normal to have such mentality.

They don't like this Qingfu mentality. For ordinary people in the Jianghu, this mentality is a treasure.

"Master, you have such a mentality, why don't you practice?" Tan Yun's mouth moved, and he said in disbelief.

For those who practice martial arts, such a martial art is comparable to a peerless beauty, how can someone be able to control her without being tempted?

If An Jing was here, he would definitely tell Tan Yun seriously that he really didn't practice, because the level of Qingfu Xinjue is too low.

Why did he get this Qingfu Xinjue? It's all because of the fate of 'Jixing Gaozhao' and the instructions from the Earth Book.

At first, An Jing followed the instructions of the book from the ground, and he would go as long as there were opportunities around him, but as his cultivation level improved, he found that most of the red and yellow opportunities were of little help to him, so he gradually stopped.

Zhao Qingmei bent down and looked at the books on the floor, ""Spirit Snake Palm", "Star Picker", "Treading Snow Without Trace"..."

Although these martial arts are ordinary in Zhao Qingmei's eyes, they are top-notch in the Jianghu, especially with so many martial arts gathered together, even ordinary families can't show them.

Even if it was sold, these martial arts were sold to the Jiangnan Taoist family, which would be a huge fortune.

But at this moment, all these martial arts are placed in this wooden box, which seems to be placed like garbage, which is really incomprehensible.

"Miss, why do you think my uncle doesn't practice these martial arts?"

Tan Yun picked up the star-picking hand, glanced twice and asked.

The preciousness of these martial arts is already hard to describe with money.

"I do not know either."

Zhao Qingmei frowned, at this moment she found that An Jing seemed to have some secrets that she hadn't told her.

"What kind of martial arts is this?"

Suddenly, Tan Yun picked up a book and said something strange.

"The Diary?"

Zhao Qingmei took the booklet and muttered the words on it softly.

"What is "Diary Book"?" Tan Yun asked.

"It shouldn't be martial arts, you'll know when you open it."

As Zhao Qingmei said, she lightly flipped through the book called Diary.

..........

As the sun rises, the earth ushers in a burst of vitality.

In the early morning, the weather was a bit cold, but at this moment, An Jing's forehead was covered with sweat, and his body was also wet.

"call!"

The last silver needle was slowly pulled out from the old man, and An Jing couldn't help letting out a sigh of relief.

"Brother An, it's over."

Han Wenxin came over with a bowl of water, and said with a smile, "You should also take a good rest."

In one night, dozens of patients in Baima Town were all healed, and now most of them have returned home to rest.

As for the corpses infected by corpse gas, they were also burned overnight by Han Wenxin.

"Well, you send someone to Jishitang to get some herbs, and then brew them for the people in the town to drink. As for the herbs, I will write them down on paper later."

An Jing took the big bowl and drank the water in it in one gulp.

"Okay." Han Wenxin nodded,

"Little old man, on behalf of the hundreds of households in Baima Town, thank Doctor Xiao'an."

At this time, the old man also opened his eyes, his heart was extremely excited, and then he hurriedly prayed to An Jing.

This night was full of ups and downs. If Han Wenxin and An Jing hadn't appeared, Baima Town would be in ruins, and hundreds of households and Baima Town might have been reduced to ashes.

For the Bai surname in Baima Town, the two people in front of them undoubtedly have great kindness.

"You're welcome."

An Jing helped the old man up, "Saving the dying and healing the wounded is the work of the doctor himself, and you can't kneel down."

"That's right, this is what we should do." Han Wenxin coughed twice and said solemnly.

"The two are truly righteous men of the country."

The old man hurriedly said: "Doctor An and Master Han didn't have a good rest all night, so I will take the two of you to rest."

"That's work."

Han Wenxin did not refuse either.

He burned the corpses in the first half of the night, and took care of the people in Baima Town in the second half of the night. He didn't close his eyes all night.

"Alright."

An Jing is not sleepy, but he is quite interested in this corpse.

The infection of the corpse aura should have come from Chen Xiaoer's body. Chen Xiaoer was infected by the corpse aura when he went hunting on Baima Mountain, that is to say, there should be corpse aura on Baima Mountain.

If the corpse aura is not eliminated, there will be others like Chen Xiaoer who will stray into it and cause trouble in the future.

Moreover, An Jing's heart was full of curiosity about the formation of this aura.

Afterwards, under the arrangement of the old man, An Jing, Han Wenxin and two policemen moved into his home.

An Jing and Han Wenxin share a room.

"Brother An, are you not used to not having siblings by your side?"

Han Wenxin said with a smile.

"You think I'm like you?"

An Jing picked up a lamp, and said calmly: "Thinking about giving injections to others every day?"

"inject?"

Han Wenxin was a little puzzled, Sisi pondered for a moment and said angrily: "You are talking nonsense, talking nonsense, confusing the public, spitting blood..."