My Wife Is The Leader Of A Demonic Cult Chapter 242

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Hearing that, An Jing raised his brows and said calmly, "The senior has found the wrong person. I am not cultivating the Holy Dao Sword."

There are some very few introductions behind the "General Outline of Kendo", and there is no explicit description of the holy sword, but the real top swordsman knows that this is the holy sword.

Heaven moves without accumulation, so all things come into being; Emperor Dao moves without accumulation, so the world returns; Sacred Dao moves without accumulation, so the sea is subservient.

All kinds of fortunes are constantly running, and the holy way pays attention to calm and clear mind, which can be the mirror of heaven and earth, and the mirror of all things.

The state of emptiness and tranquility, the spirit of loneliness and inaction, is the origin of heaven and earth.

And only saints and real emperors can really reach this realm.

The Sword of the Holy Dao does not mean that a person has reached this realm, but the sword in his hand pursues this realm.

An Jing once thought that what he cultivated was the rare holy sword, but his mood was different. He did not have the detached mood of a saint. In his heart, he still had the unrestrained and unrestrained nature of a human sword, but he could also be like a heavenly sword. General killing and decisiveness.

This kind of kendo is not introduced or explained in the "General Outline of Kendo", which shows that his kendo has a new extension on these kinds of kendo.

So he named himself, Immortal Sword.

There is no such persistence as the Human Dao Sword, no serenity and tranquility like the Holy Dao Sword, no universal surrender of the King Dao Sword, and no ruthless killing by the Heaven Dao Sword.

Some are just ethereal, detached from the mundane, no longer stick to any form, but follow the original heart.

"Yes or no, it doesn't matter."

Haotian looked indifferent, "I just want to see your swordsmanship."

The corner of An Jing's mouth rose, with a hint of coldness, "Do you just want to see my swordsmanship?"

He didn't believe that the black-clothed old man in front of him simply wanted to see his swordsmanship, a top master hidden in the Jade Capital City, only to appear again for such a simple purpose.

Haotian's voice was a little cold, he took a few steps forward, and said, "I always felt that if two swordsmen faced off, there would only be two outcomes, one would die once in a lifetime, and the other would die both, this is the fate of the sword. , is also the fate of the swordsman."

Under the moonlight, you could see that the old man in front was unusually tall, about nine feet or so, half a head taller than An Jing.

An Jing's inner chill grew even stronger, "So you came to kill me, and come and see my swordsmanship?"

"No, I'm here to see your swordsmanship and kill you by the way."

After Haotian finished speaking, his body instantly disappeared in place.

quick!

Even the cultivation of An Jing Erqi Grandmaster could not fully capture the figure of the black-clothed old man, but it is conceivable that the black-clothed old man has a high level of cultivation.

"bass!"

The Zhenxie Sword was pulled out without any hesitation, and three cold lights appeared on the cold body of the sword.

groan! groan!

The sound of sword chants sounded, and the two faced each other like lightning.

clang!

The iron swords collided, and the sparks splashed like a goddess scattered flowers, which seemed so charming and moving in the night.

With the powerful anti-shock force, An Jing flew out backwards, his white clothes fluttering. The next moment, as soon as the soles of his feet landed, he rushed over at a faster speed than before, and the Zhenxie Sword flew away.

Haotian's reaction speed was no slower than An Jing's. He swayed slightly, avoiding An Jing's lightning bolt, and slanting the ancient and simple long sword in his hand, coming straight from the Anjing facade.

laugh!

This sword is coming to the extreme.

At the critical moment, An Jing tilted his head, the long sword rubbed his cheek, and a strand of black hair was cut off.

It seems that there is no infuriating impact, and there is no weirdness in the sky, but it is even more dangerous than the Tianwumen battle.

Because there is only the slightest difference, that is the death of the body.

The two swordsmen fought each other with just one move, and they were extremely thrilling.

"What a strong swordsman, his cultivation base should be around the four qi, and his swordsmanship is also very likely to reach the sixth realm."

At the moment of the fight, An Jing figured out some details of the swordsman in front of him, but his heart was even more shocked.

The Four Qi Grandmaster is a top master in the world, not to mention a sixth realm swordsman.

Any cultivation of these two is an extremely terrifying existence. If the two are combined, how amazing will it be?

At this moment, An Jing could clearly feel it.

Jingle Jingle!

In the blink of an eye, the swords in their hands were constantly waving, and they had already clashed hundreds of times, and the sound of countless golden and iron clashes appeared with extremely dazzling fireworks.

The sword was getting faster and faster, and at first there was an afterimage, but at the end only the harsh sound could be heard.

An Jing could feel that he was gradually falling behind. Every move of the black-clothed old man was flawless. The most important thing was that his cultivation was far above him, which suppressed him faintly.

"clang!"

The two fought again.

An Jing took advantage of his strength to fly back, suddenly pointing his left hand towards the approaching Haotian Point.

Chi Chi Chi!

In mid-air, circling rainbow lights shot out like flying swords.

With the improvement of kendo cultivation, An Jing's understanding of swords has become more and more advanced, and he is no longer restricted to moves.

This sword not only refers to the sword, but also the exquisiteness of the swordsmanship.

Haotian's expression was as indifferent as water, and the long sword in his hand seemed to flow with a touch of blood, directly splitting the flying sword that came flying.

An Jing's heart tightened. The black clothed old man in front of him put more pressure on him than the King Kong. In fact, after his swordsmanship reached the sixth realm, he knew that he had a very high probability of winning against King Kong, unless that Vajra Vajra has reached the realm of the four qi.

However, the cultivation base of breaking through the Tao does not mean that you can break through if you want to break through. There are few people in this world who break through the realm of the Tao in battle.

Unless you can reach this state long ago, and you have been suppressing it for several years, until you have accumulated a lot, breaking through in battle is not only dangerous, but it may also backfire and put yourself in crisis.

Especially in the realm of masters, the breakthrough of every realm and the improvement of cultivation are huge tests, and promotion in battle is almost impossible.

In the face of the Victory King Kong, he has a great chance of winning, so he will fight.

An Jing was a person who cherished his life and did not like adventure.

Haotian stomped the soles of his feet, showed his body, and rose into the air like a black wandering dragon, swiftly swept forward to An Jing.

At this moment, the sword power had reached its peak, and the mighty power that was as heavy as a mountain fell into An Jing's heart.

The sixth realm!

The old man in black is indeed a swordsman in the sixth realm!

Haotian's swordsmanship, in addition to being fast, ruthless, and accurate, also has a great coercion, which is resolute and ruthless, without any emotion.

Heavenly Sword!

Haotian swung his sword out, and the gust of wind in the sky turned into sword energy, and stormed towards An Jing.

An Jing's expression froze, he did not dare to neglect, and his heart was also extremely nervous.

A strange scene happened, An Jing walked out of his original body as if his soul was out of his body, and swung his sword against the sword energy that filled the sky. .

three!

five!

Seven!

In this instant, An Jing took seven steps and transformed into seven An Jing. Although the sword was swung in an orderly manner, it gave the impression that the seven An Jing were swinging the sword at the same time.

Puff puff!

The sword energy in the sky dissipated and dissipated towards the distance.

A sword kills the sky!

The cold light in Haotian's eyes suddenly appeared, and the true qi in the body burst out, and all of them poured into the Weeping Blood Sword.

The stern sword showed a strange touch, like a whirling arc, stabbing An Jing's throat.

Boo!

This sword thrust out, directly piercing the infuriating barrier in front of An Jing.

An Jing slapped the Suppressing Evil Sword in his hand, but he didn't hold back any more. The galaxy behind him seemed to have turned into a bright galaxy, and the sword energy of Fenghan in the sky was a little bit of starlight, and Taotao swept down.

Return to One Sword Art! Royal Sword Flying Immortal!

Then a giant sword pierced through the night and rushed forward.

"What a powerful swordsmanship, it was not suppressed by the Heavenly Sword."

Haotian was shocked when he saw the giant sword coming.

If the Heavenly Dao Sword is resolute, ruthless, and has a strong coercion, then An Jing's swordsmanship is vast and heavy, but with a hint of uncertainty.

There are no constraints, no rules, travel in the kendo of cognition, and beyond the kendo of cognition.

"Buzz!" "Buzz!"

As the giant sword rushed away, the air on both sides scattered frantically toward both sides, like a rolling river, setting off a continuous wave of scouring.

I saw that the giant sword and the arc light collided and squeezed, and disappeared in an instant.

Two sword tips shot out from it, and they were pointed together, and a ripple of infuriating energy rippled from the sword tip as the center.

"Ding!"

At the moment when the sword tip collided, An Jing felt an astonishing vibration from his arm, his internal organs trembled, and then a ball of sword energy rushed in along his arm.

"not good!"

An Jing suddenly felt that something was wrong, and quickly ran the "Unnamed Heart Sutra" to erase this sword energy.

"Ok!?"

Seeing this, Haotian was about to step forward, but his heart was beating irregularly. This kind of beating was completely out of his control, making him feel extremely dangerous.

"How is this going!?"

Haotian hurriedly ran the magic formula, forcibly suppressed the restlessness of his heartbeat with his great infuriating energy.

Suddenly, a white shadow passed quickly from a distance, and an old voice sounded.

"The last time you were at the Honglu Courtyard was Your Excellency, right?"

An Jing and Haotian both looked into the distance at the same time, and saw an old **** in a robe standing in the market. He was not tall, but it gave people a sense of calm and weight.

White-browed **** Fan Daoji!

The three eunuchs of the inner palace, Zhong Binru, the master swordsman, is in charge of the emperor's sword for the emperor. .

The white-browed **** has been in the palace for seventy or eighty years, and it is precisely because of him that countless masters of all corners of the world are discouraged from the big inner circle.

There were also quite a few grandmasters who died in his hands, including Zhao Guoda's famous Wuying, the realm of the three-qi grandmaster, who was the top master of the black ice platform, which shows the power of this white-browed eunuch.

Haotian raised his eyes, "Eunuch Zhangxi?"

The white-browed **** said lazily, "If you're not wrong, you are holding the Weeping Blood Sword, and you are the Sword Demon Haotian."

Seeing the white-browed **** appear, An Jing breathed a sigh of relief, and then couldn't help but be a little surprised.

The swordsman in front of him is the one who killed Zong Zhengyuan and Dharma King Mujin! ?

And he is actually a master of the same era as Jun Qinglin, the sword demon.

Sword Demon and Sword God were both the top swordsmen fifty years ago. At that time, they were peerless two arrogances among many swordsmen in the world, standing on the top of the mountain.

At that time, the two of them were both at the peak of the fifth realm of kendo, but in fact they reached the sixth realm one after another, and just when the world thought that the sword **** and the sword demon would have a fight after reaching the sixth realm, the two were in the middle of the rivers and lakes again. disappeared.

The two swordsmen did not fight, which made everyone in the world regret it.

It is rumored that the Sword Demon appeared in the grassland somewhere in Houjin, and then disappeared completely.

After all, the Sword Demon is more than 100 years old. Judging from his lifespan, he should have died before reaching the Great Master.

If the world knew that the sword demon was still alive and happy, I don't know how surprised it would be.

Haotian raised the Weeping Blood Sword in his hand and said lightly, "It seems that you have been looking for me for a long time."

As the sword body was raised, there seemed to be a sound of crying, which made people feel a chill in their hearts.

The Weeping Blood Sword, it is rumored that there is a sound of weeping in the sword body when killing people, hence the name Weeping Blood Sword.

"That's right."

The white-browed **** took a step, and it seemed that he only took a step, but his figure came to the sword demon in an instant.

True Qi whistled in his body, the white-browed **** stretched out his five fingers, and then slammed them out one by one.

boom!

A grey-gold palm print burst out, containing a powerful storm of infuriating energy, like a meteor, roaring away at the vast sky.

Facing the fierce palm of the white-browed eunuch, Haotian raised the **** sword in his hand, wanting to cut off the head of the white-browed eunuch.

In the duel between the two great masters of the four Qis, there was less temptation, and they directly thought of several tricks to determine the outcome and see life and death.

In fact, ordinary people have an illusion, that is, the masters of the rivers and lakes are not afraid of death.

The richer the world, the more powerful people are, the more afraid of death.

Therefore, the real masters will not easily take risks alone, nor will they easily surrender their cards, nor will they use their full strength in a duel.

Once the full force is used, it is obvious that this battle is extraordinary.

I saw that the white-browed eunuch's figure was like a ghost, and he avoided this sword light in an instant, and in the next instant, he came behind Haotian and slapped it again.

boom!

Haotian's body surface seemed to have a blue energy rising, and the palm prints heavily bombarded the blue light on Haotian's body surface, and the earth seemed to vibrate violently at this time.

Haotian stood still, like a rock.

At this moment, the three of them formed a straight line, and Haotian stood between An Jing and the white-browed eunuch, his expression indifferent and calm.

The white-browed **** nodded and said, "It's true that he has strength, and he deserves to be a figure who has dominated the same era as Jun Qinglin, beggars, etc."

He has met Jun Qinglin and You Beggar, and they have fought against each other. The sword demon's whereabouts are erratic, and he has basically never been to the Jade Capital City, so he only knows its name.

An Jing let out a sigh of relief and watched the duel between the two top players in the world.

An Jing is also very curious as to which of the two masters of the Four Qi is stronger or weaker.

Haotian did not speak, only to see the blood-stained sword in his hand raised, and a blood-red cold tornado roared down. With that terrible momentum, the bluestone slabs above the market were swept away layer by layer.

Boom!

An astonishing blood qi storm descended from the sky and rapidly enlarged in the pupils of the white-browed eunuch. He raised his head slightly, and then his five fingers slowly clenched.

The eyes of the white-browed **** gradually filled with a touch of gold at this time, and then, his clenched fist was thrown out like a flat punch.

That punch was extremely simple, as if it was done at will, but when the white-browed **** punched, it seemed that a thunder light started to explode.

Boom! Boom!

Like an angry dragon, the mad thunder surged down, illuminating the dark night.

Countless thunder and lightning seemed to gushed out from the fist shadow, causing An Jing to feel his scalp tingling.

If the mind is a little unstable, I am afraid that after facing this kind of fist, it will be horrified to lose the fighting spirit.

The cold light in Haotian's eyes surged, and the Weeping Blood Sword swung away again. The blood-red tornado that condensed his strongest blow was hit together with the roaring fist shadow.

An Jing stretched out his true energy, barely blocking the impacting air wave, preventing all the surrounding houses from being destroyed.

But how terrifying the waves of the two big and four qi masters were, suddenly shocked his body with qi and blood, and blood flowed out from the corners of his mouth.

Haotian's complexion changed slightly, because he could feel that his sword qi was being melted at an amazing speed like a mud cow entering the sea.

On the expressionless face of the white-browed eunuch, there was also a strange arc and a cold light at this time. He clenched his palm tightly, and punched it again.

boom!

The huge mass of infuriating air seemed to erupt in the night sky, only to see that a huge blood-red cold tornado exploded directly at this time.

Under the impact of the huge infuriating qi, a gray boxing shadow ripped apart the tornado in an invincible posture, and then slammed into the vast sky in the distance like lightning.

Haotian greeted him with a sword, and the sword power of Tiandao Sword was brought into full play.

The white-browed **** did not flinch or retreat, and directly greeted him with a punch.

Bang bang bang!

The two collided again, and a terrifying wave of air suddenly spread out in the air.

In just a few breaths, the two were fighting dozens of tricks.

Evenly divided, without the slightest retreat.

Haotian's whole body's infuriating energy gathered on his right palm, and then the Weeping Blood Sword was raised again.

The light of the sword was blood-like, captivating, and there were ghosts and wolf howls coming from it.

The white-browed **** Fan Daoji no longer dared to suppress the true qi in his body. Immediately, the true qi surged out, and a golden light appeared on the surface.

tom! tom! tom!

The golden mask was pierced by the blood-colored sword energy, and the white-browed **** stepped back three steps in a row. Every step he took, a terrifying mark was engraved on the ground.

"The mountains don't turn the water, and there will be a period in the future."

Taking advantage of this gap, Haotian stepped forward and disappeared into the street in an instant.

Although An Jing knew that Haotian was going to leave, but he knew that he couldn't stop him, so he didn't take action at the moment.

"Going really fast."

The white-browed **** looked at Haotian's back and frowned slightly.

Reaching the realm of the Four Qi Grandmasters, the cultivation base is already close to the strength of a half-immortal. None of them are simple people, and most of them have things at the bottom of the box.

The two seem to be fighting fiercely, but they must have trump cards, and the white-browed **** may not dare to claim victory.

The white-browed **** turned to look at An Jing and said, "After this time, Haotian probably won't bother you anymore."

An Jing clasped his fists and said, "Thank you senior for your shot."

"No need."

The white-browed **** looked indifferent and waved his hand, "Even if I don't do anything, he can't kill you."

Just now, he also saw a few tricks. Although the sword demon had the upper hand, if he wanted to directly eat the young man in front of him, he probably still needed some means.

What is this place? This is the Jade Capital City. If there is too much noise, how could the Royal Family of Dayan sit idly by?

An Jing frowned slightly, "Could it be that Haotian did it the last time you were in Honglu Courtyard?"

The death of Zong Zhengyuan and Mujin Dharma King caused a lot of trouble, and it was precisely because of this that the battle between Houjin and Yan Kingdom was provoked.

The white-browed **** looked at Haotian's back and said in a low voice, "Nine times out of ten, this person is in the Jade Capital City. He first killed the Houjin mission, and then shot at you. It is obviously a wolf's ambition."

"I didn't want to let his conspiracy succeed this time, and secondly, I was able to repay the kindness you gave for saving Princess Anle."

An Jing fell silent and did not answer.

As for saving Princess Anle by chance, he never thought about pictures.

The white-browed **** gave An Jing a deep look, "It is rare to see such a cultivation at such an age."

As for the battle of Tianwumen, he only heard the results, and did not go to watch the battle in person, so he did not understand An Jing's strength, but seeing the battle just now made him emotional.

An Jing clasped his fists and said, "Senior is wrong. There are countless geniuses in this world, and this junior is just one of them."

The white-browed **** said with a smile: "You are now worshipped by the demon sect. In fact, the Dayan royal family also has the saying that it is worshipped. I wonder if you are interested?"

Royal worship! ?

An Jing's heart skipped a beat when he heard this, not because Eunuch Baimei was blatantly soliciting his heartbeat, but from Eunuch Baimei's words, he learned that Dayan's royal family also had worshippers.

The worship of the Royal Family of Dayan must be of extraordinary strength.

An Jing thought for a moment and said: "Senior should know what kind of relationship I have with Zhenyi Sect Xiao Qianqiu, and I also have a last resort in the Demon Sect."

The white-browed **** Fan Daoji chuckled lightly, this solicitation was just a casual remark.

Then Jiang Shang's disciple and the young man in front of him are husband and wife. How could he deviate from the Demon Sect and become a worshiper of the Yan Kingdom?

In addition to showing goodwill, another layer of meaning is to show some of the strength of the royal family to the young people in front of them and the demons behind them.

It is much better to show off your strength properly than to keep it hidden all the time.

Eunuch Baimei thought of something, and asked casually: "The one who severely injured Dharma King Mujin at the beginning should be the master of the Demon Sect Sealing Demon Stage, right?"

An Jing smiled and said nothing.

King Xu's mysterious identity, he himself can't tell clearly, it's useless to say more, let the old **** guess by himself.

The white-browed **** shook his head, "It's getting dark, it's time for the old slave to return to his life."

Saying that, the white-browed **** turned and walked towards the distant palace.

"Senior, go well."

An Jing bowed his hands to the back of the white-browed eunuch.

After a while, the figure disappeared from sight.

"Which force is behind this Haotian? Forget it, I'll leave it to the Emperor Dayan and the old **** to worry about it."

An Jing whispered to himself, and then disappeared in a hurry in the market. As for this mess, someone will naturally clean it up.

The next day, the sky was a little gloomy, and the sky was covered with dark clouds, which made people breathless.

Lu Mansion, in the courtyard.

Zhou Xianming was looking at the letters in his hand. Even though he had read the letters dozens of times, they were very well protected without the slightest folds.

"First bright, first bright."

At this moment, a rapid voice sounded.

I saw Lu Jingchun holding a wooden sword and running over quickly.

Zhou Xianming asked, "What's wrong?"

Lu Jingchun leaned on his knees and panted heavily, and said, "There...a woman is looking for you."

"Looking for me?"

Zhou Xianming was a little surprised when he heard this.

Lu Jingchun nodded and said, "Yes, that woman is very beautiful, she said she came from Yuzhou City..."

When Zhou Xianming heard this, he was shocked and ran out of the hospital.

Running along the promenade, through the courtyard, and soon came to the living room.

In the hall, a woman in red was holding a teacup in one hand and gently placed it on her red lips, as if sensing something, she put down the teacup in her hand and stood up.

The two looked at each other, time stopped for a moment, and then they all laughed.

Zhou Xianming walked in and said happily, "Miss Lin, long time no see."

Li Yue looked at the scholar in front of her and said, "Nine months."

The last time we parted was when it was snowing heavily, but now it is the autumn solstice.

Seeing Zhou Xianming again, Li Yue's heart was extremely complicated.

I thought that Zhou Xianming was just an ordinary Confucian scholar, but I never expected that he had such talent and became Lu Guoyong's student.

Among the five gangs, Feng Yulou's intelligence is the fastest and most accurate.

It is rumored that as long as he can win the champion this time, the royal family intends to betrothed Princess Anle to him, first to win him over, and secondly to divide the forces of Lumen.

After thinking about it, she still set foot on the journey north.

"Nine months, time flies so fast."

Zhou Xianming asked cautiously, "By the way, Miss Lin, did you come to Yujing City to find me on purpose?"

Looking at Zhou Xianming's expectant eyes, Li Yue took a deep breath and said, "My visit to Yujing this time is mainly because of a concern in my heart."

Zhou Xianming was a little disappointed when he heard it, "I don't know what kind of thing it is, maybe I can help a little bit."

For some reason, suddenly his heart was a little uncomfortable.

"No, I can handle it myself."

Liyue shook her head and said with a chuckle, "I will probably leave the country of Yan after completing this matter. This time, I am saying goodbye to Mr. Zhou."

"Farewell!?"

Zhou Xianming was stunned for a while, and then quickly said: "Where are you going? Why do you have to leave suddenly?"

Liyue looked at the thick dark clouds outside the house, her voice was a little low, "Go to a far place."

Zhou Xianming opened his mouth, "Then when are you coming back?"

Li Yue said, "I won't come back again."

As Li Yue's voice fell, the entire hall seemed to be quiet.

Zhou Xianming's mind was blank at this moment.

Liyue sighed slightly in her heart, but she still said calmly, "Mr. Zhou, if we can see you for the last time, the little girl has no regrets, so let's leave it now."

With that said, Li Yue walked out of the hall.

Zhou Xianming suddenly came back to his senses and shouted, "Didn't you say you would wait for me to go back?"

Liyue's footsteps stopped, and her voice trembled slightly, "You shouldn't waste a great future because of me."

Zhou Xianming whispered to himself, "Great future..."

He traveled all over the world and devoted himself to studying in Yuzhou City, isn't it just to realize his ambition tomorrow?

Liyue closed her eyes and said slowly, "You are a talented person and an ambitious person. You should use your talents to display your ambitions."

Zhou Xianming shook his head and said earnestly: "If there is a choice in this world, I think in my heart, Miss Lin is more important than the future."

Liyue, who was carrying her back, heard that, her eyes were filled with tears, "Don't be silly, there is no one in this world who is more important than yourself, and even if you give up your future, I will still leave."

Zhou Xianming felt a little more impatience in his heart, "Why do you have to go, can't you stay for me for a while?"

He believes that he can change the current situation by himself. No matter what difficulties he encounters, he wants to try hard.

As long as Lin Wanhong is willing, as long as she nods.

"Mr. Zhou, I won't stop for anyone, Lin Chuanhong is gone."

Li Yue was silent for a long time, and then walked out of the mansion. Her footsteps were not in a hurry, as if she was covering up her heart.

When she walked out of Lu Mansion, tears had soaked her cheeks.

Li Yue gently wiped the tears from the corners of her eyes, "People like me shouldn't have extravagant expectations. Once there was an inexplicable throbbing, it was already the best."

No one has ever been able to answer such a question, whether it is more painful to have once and finally lose it, or whether it is more difficult to let go of never having.

Because this is itself a paradox.

And most people in the world can only experience it once, and they will always take the opposite side to comfort them and numb themselves in order to pray that this will make their hearts feel better.

This story is not long and it is not difficult to tell, but it is just an acquaintance, and it is impossible to love.

"Shh!"

"Shh!"

"It's too tiring to practice swordsmanship. It's better to study in the house."

Lu Jingchun played a few times with the wooden sword, imitating An Jing's appearance at Tianwumen, and then felt profuse sweating and dry mouth.

"I'm exhausted, and I don't know how Xianming and that woman were talking?"

Thinking of this, he sneaked towards the living room.

As soon as he walked to the door, he saw Zhou Xianming sitting in a chair in despair, and his eyes were no longer the same as before.

Lu Jingchun stepped forward quickly and asked, "Xianming, what's wrong with you, is it possible that you were bent over by a ghost?"

He had never seen Zhou Xianming look like this, as if he had lost his soul.

Zhou Xianming didn't speak, and looked at the leaving back.

At this moment, the originally thick clouds gradually dissipated, the sun above the sky emerged, and the hot sun shone on the ground.

Zhou Xianming murmured, "Maybe what Dr. An once said was right."

The sky and the earth are bathed in sunlight, as if very warm.

The morning clouds of this day have dissipated, not only in the morning but not only in the clouds.

Time flies, and seven or eight days have passed in the blink of an eye.

In addition to cultivating in the inn, An Jing never went out to study the "Unnamed Heart Sutra". The dispute over Buddhism in Yujing City has completely spread all over the world, and the turmoil of this matter is still fermenting.

Early in the morning, a ray of sunlight shone down.

Before I knew it, it was autumn, the green leaves on the branches began to turn yellow, and the weather became a little cooler.

An Jing pushed open the door and took a breath of fresh air.

Qian Cishan ran over like a dog's leg and said with a smile, "An worship, the princess' cakes have arrived. Today is candied golden jujube and almond bergamot."

Since the last time we met, Princess Anle will send her maids to bring her own cakes and delicacies, which are available almost every day, and every day is not the same. Anyone with discernment knows that this is carefully prepared.

"Didn't I order it a few days ago?"

At this moment, Yu Qiurong came over, stared at Qian Cishan and said, "The thing that the princess sent may be poisonous, you can just eat it, my uncle won't eat it."

When Qian Cishan heard this, he muttered in his heart: I just asked about it as usual, and if it is poisoned, we will die if we eat it.

Yu Qiurong turned her head to look at An Jing and said with a smile, "Uncle, I've already made breakfast."

"Cough cough..."

An Jing coughed lightly, "You can eat the cakes sent by the princess. Don't ask me about this in the future."

If he eats Zhao Xuening's cakes today, the news will be presented to Zhao Qingmei in a few days.

Qian Cishan was happy in his heart, but he sighed and said, "That subordinate can only make it difficult."

It doesn't matter whether the pastry is pastry or not, the key is that this is made by the princess.

The maids beside the princess were all beautiful, and it is said that the princess also inherited the beauty of Zuo Linglong, the first beauty of Yan Kingdom.

Those soft little hands, dripping with sweat, made such delicious cakes, and when you eat them, your heart seems to melt.

After Qian Cishan finished speaking, Pidianpidian left.

An Jing followed Yu Qiurong to the dining hall.

Yu Qiurong held a bowl of porridge and said, "Uncle, this is medicinal porridge. The sect master sent me a secret letter and asked me to prepare it."

An Jing glanced at the porridge, "It's not beyond our reach to drink these now."

Yu Qiurong's face was a little red, and her eyes were like autumn water, "The sect master said, you can use it when you go back."

Although she is still perfect, it does not hinder her understanding of men and women.

An Jing sat down and took a sip of porridge, and said, "Have you checked out the other places where Zhenxiejian is suppressed?"

When he was fighting against the Sword Demon Weeping Blood Sword, he felt that the incomplete Zhenxie Sword was indeed suppressed by the Weeping Blood Sword. Now that his kendo cultivation base has reached the sixth realm, it is difficult to improve his cultivation base in a short period of time. , but gathering Zhenxie Sword was able to enhance his strength again.

The complete Zhenxie Sword is the third famous sword on the famous sword list, and it is still above the Weeping Blood Sword.

Of the six sealed places, two are relatively hidden, and ordinary people in the rivers and lakes do not know it, so they need the spies of the Demon Sect to investigate.

Yu Qiurong took out a piece of white paper from her waist, "I checked it out."

An Jing took a look at it, and raised his brows slightly, "Is there still one place?"

Where is Lengping, it is near the capital of the Great Zhou Dynasty, not far from Jiangnan Road, but the place is very dangerous, not to mention the suffocating air, and there are ghost soldiers infested, and even some people say that they communicate with the underground Fengdu, you can see Ghost.

It is mysterious and makes people shudder, but the credibility is not high.

"yes."

Yu Qiurong nodded, and then her face became a little solemn, "And Jiang Shang's news has also been found."

An Jing held up the porridge's hand, "Where is he?"

Compared to Sword Demon Haotian, an old thing like Jiang Shang is undoubtedly more dangerous and terrifying.

Yu Qiurong said: "Jiang Shang broke into the Xueshan Clan's secret place in the north of Houjin. It is said that the elders of the Xueshan Clan are waiting for him outside the secret place."

An Jing raised his brows, Jiang Shang broke into the secret place of the Snow Mountain Clan, was he looking for undead blood?

Jiang Shang's purpose of hiding in Yuzhou City was also for the undead blood, which Jiang Shang once told An Jing himself.

"What is the strength of this Snow Mountain Clan elder?"

Yu Qiurong said solemnly: "It's very strong, because the Snow Mountain Clan belongs to the hidden family, and it is much stronger than the Russell Clan. It is said that it was handed down from the Qin Dynasty and never participated in the general competition in the world. Some agreements have been made, this elder of the Snow Mountain Clan is also the strongest expert of the Snow Mountain Clan, and he is not far behind Dafa King Houjin.

Dharma King Mujin is a master of the second qi, and the Dafa King is known as the second master of Houjin. He must not have the cultivation of the five qi or the four qi. The elder of the Xueshan clan is not too bad. He is definitely a great master in the world.

Hearing this, An Jing nodded slightly, "Pay close attention to the movements of the Snow Mountain Clan's secret place, and report to me immediately if there is anything unusual."

"I know."

Yu Qiurong nodded.

She also understands that this matter is no trivial matter. If Jiang Shang returns to the Demon Sect, it will be troublesome at that time.

Although Jun Qinglin said that he didn't embarrass An Jing and Zhao Qingmei, he might not deal with Jiang Shang for the two of them. After all, Jiang Shang was his brother's disciple, and logically speaking, he should be closer.

An Jing took a breath of porridge and couldn't help but praise: "It tastes good."

"My uncle has won the prize. I did everything according to the instructions of the sect master."

Yu Qiurong showed a smile, and her heart was full of joy~www.mtlnovel.com~ realized the joy of cooking.

Anyone is happy when they are complimented, and she is no exception.

"Ta Ta Ta Ta..."

At this time, Qian Cishan walked in quickly and said, "An worship, the Buddha's Supreme King Kong and Puwen King Kong are here, and they want to see you."

Yu Qiurong frowned, "Tomorrow is the day when the emperor summons the uncle. Is there any reason why they came a day earlier?"

An Jing asked, "Where are they now?"

Qian Cishan replied, "It's in the living room."

"Then see the two Vajras from Buddhism."

An Jing heard that, got up and walked towards the living room.

Nowadays, there are indeed many enemies in the demon sect plus their own enemies. If they can make friends with Buddhism, it will be a good thing.

Chapter end