My Wife Is The Leader Of A Demonic Cult

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Outside the city of Yuzhou, at the foot of the mountains.

Shuiyue felt that her head was very painful, as if it was about to explode.

"What the **** is going on? Why is this little doctor pushing the grinding table beside the grinding table all afternoon, and the sound is very strange."

He touched his head with both hands, looked at An Jing who was talking to Orion in the distance, frowned slightly, "I always feel that this little doctor is a little strange."

He felt that there seemed to be something wrong, but the specifics were not clear, and the whole brain was groggy.

"Could it be that it is a sign that you have recently failed to break through the shackles of the first rank, and are about to go crazy?" Shuiyue's heart sank, and she couldn't help whispering to herself.

In the distance, next to the house.

A donkey was pulling the grinding wheel, and from time to time a cheerful sound came out of its mouth.

Needless to say, Shuiyue had been watching the donkey this afternoon, and it was not until An Jing returned from Jiang Sanjia's house that Shuiyue woke up.

"These herbs, a total of eight hundred and seventy-two dollars, have been collected."

An Jing smiled and handed the money to the hunter.

"Thank you Doctor Xiao An, thank you Doctor Xiao An."

Orion stretched out his calloused hand, took the money, and then thanked him repeatedly.

You must know that when other pharmacies came to collect herbs in the past, the prices were extremely low, but Dr. An from Ji Shitang never lowered the price every time he came to buy herbs, and never defaulted on credit.

"Ghost Valley Fascinated..."

An Jing also picked up the snakeskin bag on the ground, and then glanced at the moon in the water in the distance, with a faint smile on the corner of his mouth.

..........

Yuzhou City, Ji Shitang.

The autumn wind is warm and the sunshine is pleasant, warming the old city.

Under the red walls and gray tiles, pedestrians are woven, and the paintings on the Yuzhou River float on the sparkling lake with the breeze.

An Jing walked towards the house with a medicine box on his back and a snakeskin bag full of herbs.

His cultivation base has now been stabilized at the realm of first-grade earth flowers. If he wants to reach the top of first-grade earth flowers, he still needs a lot of precious essence. In a short time, An Jing does not plan to take action, but consolidates his current cultivation base. .

After all, this battle on the Three Temple Mountains will definitely cause a new situation, and he is acting rashly, maybe people can see the clues, and then the gains will outweigh the losses.

"The first thing to solve is Li Fuzhou."

An Jing thought about it as he walked in the direction of Ji Shitang. He passed the river port along the way, and at a glance he saw Tan Yun who was beating his clothes with a hammer, and the little black boy was squatting beside him, his tail constantly wagging. write.

"What is the identity of the swordsman, and why can he pull out the Sword of Suppression? Will there be a chance to join my Demon Sect in the future?"

Tan Yun looked at the sparkling river in front of him, but he was still thinking about what Li Fuzhou said in the morning.

The more so, the more curious she became about the swordsman in her heart.

At this moment, the little black boy ran to Tan Yun's side, and stretched out his pink tongue to lick her embroidered shoes.

Tan Yun pointed the hammer in his hand, looked at the little black boy fiercely, and said, "Go away, if you dare to lick my shoes again, I will burn you."

"Ow... woo."

The little black boy tilted his head and looked at Tan Yun with his big watery eyes.

"It's a good saying, if you roll a few times in a dog meat pot, even the gods won't be able to sit still."

Just then, a voice came from behind.

"Uncle, are you back?"

When Tan Yun heard this, he turned his head and saw that An Jing was standing not far away with a smile on his face.

"Wow!" "Ow....Wow!"

The little black boy seemed to understand, and called out to An Jing.

"I'm back, didn't I see you doing laundry?"

An Jing smiled, "Let's see how you are doing? Are you working seriously, or are you being lazy again?"

"I've worked for you for nothing, and you won't pay me any wages."

Tan Yunqiong wrinkled her nose slightly and snorted softly, then turned around and continued to tap her clothes.

When she was in the Demon Sect, she basically had no shortage of money, but after coming to Yuzhou City, Zhao Qingmei put an end to all her money expenses.

In addition to eating and drinking, she really has no money.

An Jing raised his brows secretly, "Do you really want silver?"

"Of course."

Tan Yun said without looking back.

"What do you want the money for?"

"A newly opened Magnolia Square in the east of the city, and their pastries are said to be delicious."

"Aren't you trying to lose weight?"

An Jing glanced at Tan Yun's proud curves.

Ever since he heard the surging waves, he couldn't even think of the sea.

"Uncle, do you think ugly and fat people need to lose weight?"

"That's the truth."

"Are you saying I'm ugly, uncle?"

"It's not ugly."

An Jing shook his head. Although Tan Yun's appearance was not stunning, she was a lively and playful woman with good looks.

"Yeah, so I don't need to reduce it." Tan Yun smiled: "I have already figured it out, maybe wait until next spring to talk about it."

O woman!

An Jing glanced at Tan Yun carefully, and asked casually, "Tan Yun, you always call Mr. Li the third master, who is he?"

Tan Yun said angrily: "He's my third master, what do you want to ask?"

An Jing raised his brows, "No, you are related to him? I think you're usually so afraid of him?"

An Jing always thought that Tan Yun's grandfather and Li Fuzhou were brothers, and Li Fuzhou was the third youngest, so he was called the third master, but now it seems that things are not so simple.

"Who am I afraid of?"

Hearing this, Tan Yun turned to look at the little doctor behind him, waved the hammer in his hand, and said, "I am not afraid of Tan Yuntian, nor of the earth."

Do you think I'm blind?

When Tan Yun usually sees Li Fuzhou, it's like a mouse seeing a cat, and he sees all these.

An Jing didn't want to talk to her about this matter, so he nodded and said, "Yes, yes, you are not afraid, so are you and the third master related?"

"You don't believe it?" When Tan Yun heard this, he glanced around, and then raised his brows.

This little doctor seems to despise her?

Although she was as well-behaved as a rabbit in front of Li Fuzhou and Zhao Qingmei, she was also a figure in the Demon Sect. As Li Fuzhou's only disciple, who would dare not give her three points?

"I believe it."

An Jing opened his mouth and said helplessly: "Everything you said is true, how could I not believe it? I mean..."

"You just don't believe it."

Tan Yun interrupted An Jing's words and said arrogantly, "I did that out of respect for the third master, you know?"

He felt that Tan Yun was a dead arrogant, even if he was about to die, he would still be arrogant to the end.

An Jing took a deep breath and asked calmly, "You used to say that you have been in the mansion since you were a child, and you are not relatives, so why do you respect him?"

Zhao Qingmei said that Li Fuzhou had only been in charge of the accounting room for about a year, and Tan Yun had not been in contact with Li Fuzhou for a long time.

"why........"

When Tan Yun heard An Jing's words, the movements of his hands stopped, and he couldn't help but fall into memory.

.........

Ten years ago, Lingnan Road.

Thousands of miles of flying snow, cold winds like knives, and the land is desolate.

In the lonely and cold forest, there was the sound of footsteps crushing ice and snow, and the sound was very light.

Looking at the voice, it was a girl of six or seven years old. Her clothes were very thin and full of patches. Her face was flushed red from the cold, and she kept pouting at her small hands.

When she stretched out her little hand, what was shocking was the cracks that were frozen out.

On the ground is a small bundle of branches.

Little Tanyun had been on the mountain for nearly two hours, but only a few branches were picked up today.

"This branch can only be replaced by one bun..."

She bit her lip, carefully tied the branches together, and then walked down the mountain with her hands tightly clasped.

The mountain road is rough and difficult to walk, especially in the cold winter. Although it is a small mountain, her young body is almost submerged in the wind and snow.

"Mother is still waiting for me to go back. I must let her eat buns today."

The cold wind was howling, and she felt as if her ears were about to freeze off.

I don't know how long she walked, Xiao Tanyun felt that her hands and feet had lost consciousness, and she finally saw the tooth merchant at the foot of the mountain.

"Uncle Zhu..."

Xiao Tanyun's eyes lit up and she shouted loudly, but her voice was drowned out by the wind and snow.

She gritted her teeth and stepped on her calf, and finally ran to the dentist and asked cautiously, "Uncle Zhu, this is the dry wood I chopped today, can you think of it?"

The friend next to the tooth merchant frowned and said coldly, "Little girl, did you chop this dry wood? You clearly picked up some damp branches."

Hearing this, Xiao Tanyun felt as if he had fallen into an abyss, and his heart felt cold.

"I...I...I picked this up..."

"Have you learned to cheat at a young age?" The dental business partner snorted softly: "Go, go, go, these damp branches are not worth a penny, we don't have time to waste time with you, a little girl."

"me....."

Hearing this, Xiao Tanyun's eyes turned red, and he couldn't say a word in a hurry.

The tooth merchant named Zhu Shu waved his hand, took out ten cents from his pocket, and said, "I have collected the firewood you chopped. This is ten cents."

"Hey, Zhu Houyou, if you give ten pennies to these branches, you won't be out of your mind, right?"

"That is to say, you don't fall in love with this little girl's bedridden old lady, right?"

"Don't tell me, although her old lady is a TB patient, she looks pretty good indeed."

............

Several people around saw this and laughed.

"You shut up!"

Zhu Houyou frowned and said, "This little girl is going to freeze to death, just for a few pennies, she's only six years old, don't you have no conscience at all, do you want to watch her die before your eyes and be indifferent? "

Xiao Tanyun stood there in a daze, not daring to let out the air.

Everyone was shocked by Zhu Houyou's voice, and they were all silent for a while, and then one person laughed at himself: "Conscience? Our conscience has long been eaten by dogs."

"Yes, she is not easy, in this world, are we easy?"

"What the hell!" Someone sighed.

In troubled times, human life is like a mustard.

It seems to be just a sentence, but it is difficult for those who have not experienced it to imagine the cruelty.

Human life can be compared with grass mustard.

"take it."

Zhu Houyou put the ten coins in Xiao Tanyun's hand, and then glanced at Xiao Tanyun's frozen and cracked hands, he couldn't help but feel sour in his heart, "Does it hurt?"

She was only a six-year-old child.

"It doesn't hurt."

Xiao Tanyun held the hot ten cents tightly, shook his head, and said tremblingly, "Uncle Zhu, I will definitely repay you, and I will definitely return the ten cents to you."

Zhu Houyou smiled, he didn't need the six-year-old girl in front of him in return, "Go, your mother is still waiting for you."

Xiao Tanyun clenched ten cents of money, bowed to Zhu Houyou, and then quickly ran to the distance.

"Old Zhu, you..."

"It's just one less meal tonight."

When the companions saw this, they all sighed and said nothing more.

Tan Yun trot all the way, but his heart was full of ecstasy.

Ten pennies!

That can buy five buns!

Today, she and her mother will be able to eat a full meal.

About half an hour later, Xiao Tanyun finally came to the steamed bun shop in the town out of breath.

"Baozi, fragrant and big buns."

"It smells so good!"

Tan Yun smelled the fragrance, and suddenly felt that his stomach began to growl, and he wanted to bite off his tongue.

"I want to go back quickly, my mother is still waiting for me."

Thinking of this, Xiao Tanyun put his toes on his toes and slowly put the ten coins beside the cage drawer, "Boss, get me five buns."

"Little girl, five buns cost fifteen cents." The owner of Baozi Shop frowned as he looked at the money on the table.

"Isn't it two cents a piece?" When Xiao Tanyun heard it, he immediately asked anxiously: "It was two cents a cent the day before yesterday, and I bought it..."

"During this period of time, we are fighting with Zhao State and Nanman. In addition to the floods and plagues in Yunhua Road and Jiangnan Road this year, there is simply not enough food. Two cents was the price of yesterday, and now it costs three cents. "The bun shop owner sighed.

"Then... then get me three." Xiao Tanyun bit her lip and said.

"Okay, there is a total of nine cents, and there is still one cent left." The owner of Baozi Shop gave the kraft paper to Xiao Tanyun.

"thanks."

Xiao Tanyun picked up the kraft paper and ran towards the house quickly.

"Hey, slow down, don't drop it." Baozipu couldn't help shouting when he looked at the thin figure, then shook his head, "This little girl is really pitiful."

It was icy and snowy, and the cold wind was howling.

Little Tanyun stepped on her calf, panting heavily, and ran desperately towards the house.

Bypassing the sparsely populated street market, I finally came to a row of short, dilapidated houses.

"Mother, I'm back... ah!"

Xiao Tanyun shouted, because he ran too fast, he was directly kicked by the gravel on the ground.

I saw that her whole body fell directly to the ground, and the kraft paper in her arms was dragged by her, but the buns inside rolled to the ground.

"Baozi, my Baozi..."

Regardless of the pain, Xiao Tanyun quickly got up and picked up the steamed buns that fell to the ground.

But the steamed buns rolled through the ice, snow and mud, covered with mud stains.

Seeing this, Xiao Tanyun's nose suddenly turned sour, but she bit her lip and held back the tears that were swirling in her eyes.

"It doesn't matter, just tear some off, and it's still clean after tearing it off."

Xiao Tanyun stretched out her small hand that was cracked by the frost, and carefully tore off the mud stains on the bun.

It took about half a stick of incense before she peeled off all the mud stains on the buns to ensure that the buns were clean.

The wind was like a knife, Xiao Tanyun not only felt cold and biting, but she felt a fire rose in her stomach, making her unable to straighten her body, the feeling gradually spread to her whole body, looking at the mud stains The skin of the buns, her throat surged.

In the end, she swallowed and shoved all the buns and mud stains into her mouth.

Every time she chewed it, the buns were fragrant and soft, and there were mud stains mixed in with jerky, but she was very satisfied.

After eating, she felt even more hungry. She couldn't help but look at the buns in the kraft paper, then swallowed her saliva and quickly picked up the kraft paper and ran towards the two thatched huts not far away.

"Mother, I'm back, I brought back three buns today."

Xiao Tanyun shouted excitedly.

But there was no response in the house. In the past, every time she came back, her mother would always reply, it would be good if she came back.

Xiao Tanyun held the kraft paper and approached the room.

I saw that there was only one bed in the house with four walls.

There was a pale-faced woman lying on the bed. At this moment, she closed her eyes, as if she was closing her eyes and resting, holding a copy of "The Story of the East Chamber" in one hand.

"The Story of the East Chamber" is very old and seems to have been turned over.

"Mother, don't sleep, I brought three big buns."

Xiao Tanyun walked up to the woman and whispered.

The room was quiet, and the woman did not reply to her words.

"Baozi, this is a bun. Uncle Zhu gave me ten cents. I bought it, but I didn't steal it..."

"Mother, wake up quickly."

Xiao Tanyun hurriedly stretched out her little hand that was worn on the ground, "Mother, Yun'er's hand hurts so much, blowing..."

In the past, every time she suffered skin trauma, the woman would gently blow her.

The woman on the bed remained motionless and did not respond.

Xiao Tanyun's heart trembled, and finally he couldn't hold it any longer, and burst into tears.

In the empty, dilapidated room, there was only her heart-wrenching cry.

Xiao Tanyun cried and cried, so she lost her strength and stayed in place for a long time before she took out the steamed bun in the kraft paper.

"Mother, eat the buns, you won't be hungry or sleepy after eating these buns."

"Mother, eat the buns, wake up."

"Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuagely."

Xiao Tanyun burst into tears at the corpse, and then lost the strength to cry, sobbing continuously, lying on the corpse motionless.

At this moment, there was a sense of disappointment outside the door.

"She's gone."

Xiao Tanyun turned around and looked, and saw a middle-aged scholar standing at the door.

"Sir, save my mother, I have a bun..."

"I can't save the dead, all I can do is let her go to the ground in peace."

.........

on the river port.

An Jing looked at Tan Yun, who had never spoken nonsense, and said, "Tan Yun, how did you get into the mansion?"

Tan Yun came back to his senses and said, "When I was six years old, my mother was in poor health and had not survived that winter, and I was seen by the passing housekeeper and brought to the house..."

When Tan Yun said this, his expression couldn't help but feel a little down.

six years old?

Hearing this, An Jing raised his brows slightly and asked, "What about your father?"

Tan Yun said calmly: "My mother said that I died before I was born."

When he said this, there was still no expression on Tan Yun's face, and the hammer in his hand was even beating on his clothes.

"Are you still sad now?" An Jing paused.

"Sad, what's so sad?"

The movement in Tan Yun's hands paused, then looked at the dazzling sunlight and said, "My mother definitely doesn't want me to be sad and cry every day, so I won't be sad."

The faint sunlight shone down and fell on her delicate face, a little softer.

Tan Yun seemed to have thought of something, and looked at An Jing strangely, "Uncle, why are you asking me so much today?"

In the past, although my uncle was very strange and always said some strange things, he never asked so many questions.

"No, I just care about you."

An Jing smiled shyly.

"Care about me? You never cared about me before."

Tan Yun thought of something, his eyes moved, and he said, "Uncle, you're not here for that kid Han Wenxin, are you?"

"How is it possible, I don't care about you, how did you grow so big."

An Jing looked at Tan Yun's full **** angrily, and said, "Don't talk about it, your clothes are almost washed, let's go back."

It seems that Tan Yun and Li Fuzhou should not have a special relationship, but that's right, Li Fuzhou, the old fox, shouldn't look down on the 'big chested and brainless' Tan Yun.

"Understood, uncle."

Tan Yun nodded, then picked up the wooden basin and followed behind An Jing.

"It seems that I have to talk to that kid Han Wenxin. Since Zhou Xianming left, I haven't practiced boxing and kicking much." Tan Yun looked at An Jing's back and muttered in his heart.

"Let's go, are you stupid?" An Jing couldn't help but see that Tan Yun was motionless.

"Come here." Tan Yun quickly followed, and smiled: "Uncle, in fact, I think about it, you are really kind to me, and it's interesting to talk."

The little doctor has no ability on weekdays, only sees doctors and doctors, but not only will he buy some cakes for himself, but also make himself happy...

"Of course." An Jing said without looking back: "I only have a few advantages, and understanding people's clothes is one of them."

"Uncle, I want to repay you." Tan Yun said seriously.

"Repay, how to repay?"

"It's autumn now, and the crabs are very plump. I heard from the teahouse staff that a new batch of crabs has arrived, and the price is not very expensive..."

"Are you going to repay me, or are you going to take revenge on me?"

.........

Linjiang City.

Recently, with the Autumn Examination in Linjiang City, Linjiang City has gathered most of the students from Jiangnan Road, making Linjiang City more lively and noisy.

Especially on the lake in Linjiang City at night, a woman with heavy makeup stood on the bow of the boat, waving her handkerchief to the students coming and going.

One of the exquisite painting boats slowly floated over, and the crisp and pleasant sound could be heard.

At this moment, a middle-aged scholar also wanted to board the painting boat, but was blocked by the old bustard standing on the bow.

I saw the two pulling and pulling, the old man frowned, but the middle-aged scholar kept smiling.

This middle-aged Confucian scholar was not someone else, but Zhou Xianming.

Finally, the old bustard seemed to be impatient. He pushed away Zhou Xianming's hand and said angrily, "Daydream!"

"Day...Dream!?"

As soon as these words came out, countless people around looked at them with a hint of surprise in their eyes.

Rao Shi Zhou Xianming also blushed at the moment, and then retreated from the boat embarrassedly.

The old bustard looked at Zhou Xianming's back and sneered, "You can't see these old men and boys who got on the boat, all of them are wealthy, rich in brocade clothes, and they hate fat. , no three or four, just think about eating swan farts, take the early morning and take it easy..."

Zhou Xianming didn't dare to look back, for fear that the old prostitute would call in a few tortoises to beat him up, but he kept muttering in his mouth.

"...If you have to ask for 500 cents, can't I stay for half an hour with 300 cents? You don't have the brains to do business at all. You madam can't eat four dishes in your life."

After coming to Linjiang City for so many days, the few taels of silver borrowed from Zhao Qingmei, a Korean novice, even if Zhou Xianming 'frugal and frugal' has spent seven to eighty-eight, and now he has only five hundred Wen Qian, we have to wait until tomorrow after the list is released to make a boat fee to return to Yuzhou City.

"Hey."

Zhou Xianming shook his head and walked along the lake. He couldn't help but sighed when he saw the painting boat that was so close at hand, "The furthest distance in the world is the distance of two hundred pennies."

After swaying for half an hour, the night wind was cold and biting, blowing his nose, his legs and feet shivering, and then he reluctantly returned to his residence.

In order to save some money, Zhou Xianming's place was not an inn, but a family in a poor kiln in Linjiang City.

There is only one old man in the family, and all the neighbors call him old man Bai. Old man Bai has two sons under his knees, both of whom were recruited to the border gate, and now there is only a fourteen- or fifteen-year-old granddaughter left in the family.

"Mr. Zhou, are you back?" Bai old man asked when he saw Zhou Xianming who was tiptoeing back.

"Come back, I just held a poetry party with a few friends, but I came back a little late." Zhou Xianming laughed dryly.

The old man couldn't help but said: "Mr. Zhou is really busy, this time Qiu Wei will definitely be able to go to high school, the old man boiled a few eggs, the little girl ate two, the old man also ate one, and the other two were not eaten. Mr. Zhou wait a moment..."

"No....."

Just as Zhou Xianming was about to refuse, he saw Old Man Sun approaching the house, took out two boiled eggs and walked out, and then put them in Zhou Xianming's hands.

"Mr. Zhou, take it and eat it. Put it in the pot and keep it stuffy. It's still hot." The old man said with a simple and honest smile.

"Thanks a lot then." Zhou Xianming gratefully looked at the boiled egg in his hand.

The old man Bai's family lived in a poor kiln. They were usually not rich in food and clothing. They all depended on some hard money earned by the old man selling fried whitebait at the market to survive.

"I won't bother Mr. Zhou anymore."

After the old man Bai finished speaking, he walked towards the house.

"Old Bai, you will definitely be able to eat eight dishes in the second half of your life."

Zhou Xianming looked at the back of the old man Bai, and sighed in his heart, and then returned to his room.

A dilapidated house with only one bed and one table. The windows are still blocked with rags. When the wind is strong, it can't be blocked at all, and even whirring.

After eating two eggs, Zhou Xianming drank another large glass of water, then sat at the table, lit the candle, and took out a map from his arms.

The mountains and rivers on the map, the road markings are very clear, and there are even special comments in some places.

It is centered on the Nine Roads of Dayan and the Thirteen Houses of Zhao State, among which there are many passes and trade roads. The surrounding areas include the Dongluo Desert, the Nanman Mountains of 100,000, the Pure Land of 3,000 Buddhas, the boundless grasslands, and countless archipelagos in the East China Sea.

The detailed map is rare in the world.

"Swarms of snakes swallow dragons, the situation is turbulent, this big swallow..."

Zhou Xianming took a deep breath and frowned.

He once studied ancient books and found a rule, prosperity and decline, when the dynasty reaches a certain peak, it will decline. This is an inevitable law and no one can stop it.

Today, Dayan and Zhao have developed peacefully for decades, and all forces are constantly seeking development and growth.

There is contention in peace, and so is the general trend of the world.

The State of Yan occupied the land of Longxing, the ancient capital of the Great Zhou Dynasty. There were millions of men in armor and sharpness, but the border gates of Wu were stretched thin.

In the northeast, there is the incomparably powerful Zhao State, in the south there are the alien tribes of the southern barbarians with 100,000 mountains, in the west there is the Pure Land in the Western Regions, and in the northwest there is the post-Jin Dynasty with a unified grassland.

Throughout the ages, the grasslands have been difficult to unify, and even the Great Zhou Dynasty did not completely conquer the grasslands, but now the grasslands have been unified under the circumstances of the separation of the Yan Kingdom and the Zhao Kingdom, and they have been recuperating for 20 years.

This tiger is about to move, grinding its claws and teeth for so long, and as soon as it exits, it wants to eat people. It depends on who the tiger is going to eat.

The state of Zhao and the state of Yan have been fighting each other for decades.

The state of the country is like this, and today's Dayan Temple is also fighting openly and secretly, Confucianism, eunuchs, and the military are all fighting for power and profits, and the emperor is the high-ranking imperial platform.

The rivers and lakes under the temple are even more unfathomable, the magic religion is coming, and Buddhism wants to cross east.

The meeting of the wind and clouds, the pattern of the world, the national power and the temples and rivers and lakes, the whole body is affected by one stroke.

"The world will never be unified..."

Under the faint candlelight, Zhou Xianming looked at the map in his hand, and after a long time he couldn't help shaking his head and muttering to himself.

After looking at the map for a while, Zhou Xianming felt a little sleepy, and then fell on the wooden bed and fell asleep.

The night was like water, I don't know how long I slept, and there was a quarrel in my ear.

"No, I don't want to go with you!"

"Butcher Liu, all the money owed to you has been repaid. You can spare the granddaughter of Xiao Lao'er."

........

Zhou Xianming opened his eyes, then got up and walked out wearing a coat.

I saw that the dilapidated courtyard door was wide open, and a fat man with a face full of flesh was constantly pulling a girl of fourteen or five years old. The girl was holding on to the wooden door with both hands, but how could her strength be comparable to the fat man. man.

The old man Bai was in a hurry like ants turning round and round, neither dared to reach out to stop him, nor dared to scold him.

"Old man Bai, what you paid back was only the capital, and the interest? That's the rule."

Butcher Liu snorted coldly, "If you don't repay the interest today, I will take this little girl with a white ring."

"Grandpa, save me, save me..."

When Bai Huan heard this, he immediately became anxious.

This Butcher Liu is not a good person. It is said that he has colluded with the tooth people of the Sanhu Gang, specializing in selling some women and children.

"thump!"

When the old man heard that, his knees softened and he knelt down to the ground, "Butcher Liu, give me the interest for a few days..."

"It won't help you for a long time."

Butcher Liu kicked over and directly kicked the old man Bai a foot away, "When will you be able to make up for your old fried silver fish?"

The old man Bai rolled two fists on the ground, his nose collided with the ground, and blood immediately flowed.

"Grandpa!"

Seeing this, Bai Huan hurriedly shouted.

"Don't call me, I'll beat the old man to death if you call me again."

Butcher Liu grabbed Bai Huan's arm and walked towards the door.

The surrounding neighbors and neighbors also heard the cold sound, and stuck their heads out one after another. When they saw Butcher Liu's face, everyone shrank their heads subconsciously.

This butcher Liu is a well-known bully. He often lends money to the poor nearby, paying one cent of interest in black and white in advance, but in the end he will pay three cents more. Someone reported to the official, but in the end not only rewarded the big board, but also kept the money honestly. handed over.

He claimed that his uncle was the official in charge of the yamen, and Chu Huai's confidant.

Who is Chu Huai? That is the son-in-law of Jiangnan Daoist Chu Nanying, who is in charge of the military and political power of Jiangnan Dao. He has tens of thousands of troops under his command. Too presumptuous.

And Chu Huaiqi is a dandy, ignorant and ignorant, and everyone in the entire Jiangnan Road knows everyone, and the people in Linjiang City are nicknamed Huahua Taisui.

If you meet a woman from a good family that you like on the street, you will inquire about the woman's origin in many ways, and then he will tie the woman back to his own courtyard by the lake behind the scenes, play with it, and enjoy it. If he is found by the woman's husband, He will even tease and play in person to seek pleasure.

In the end, the husband and wife will be killed and buried in the Linhu Courtyard.

In the underground of the Linhu Courtyard, I don't know how many lonely ghosts are buried.

The most sensational thing is that he once kidnapped a pair of beautiful mother and daughter flowers. Who would have guessed that behind the mother and daughter flowers were the wife and daughter of Feng Shuimu, the owner of Feiying Castle in Jiangnan Road.

Flying Eagle Fort is also considered to have some strength in Jiangnan Road, and Feng Shuimu, the owner of Flying Eagle Fort, has a third-grade cultivation base.

When Feng Shuimu heard the news, how could he endure it? He immediately brought several experts from Flying Eagle Castle to kill him in the Linhu Courtyard. He wanted to rectify Chu Huai on the spot. Who would have thought that there would be someone around Chu Huai? Two third-rank masters were guarding their bodies, and the mansion was full of elite military masters. Not only did the masters of Flying Eagle Castle go and never return, even the master of Flying Eagle Castle, Feng Shuimu, died tragically on the spot.

Later, Feiyingbao was completely removed from the rivers and lakes of Jiangnan Road, as if this party had never appeared.

This matter can be described as a sensation, and it caused a huge sensation in the arena and in the community.

Later, it was rumored that although Chu Huai was confined in the Linhu Courtyard, the people in the rivers and lakes still found that many little ladies were secretly sent to the Linhu Courtyard, and everyone knew that they were tricky.

Now mentioning the name of Chu Huai still makes many women change their color.

"etc!"

At this moment, a cold drink came from a distance.

Butcher Liu subconsciously paused in his hands, frowned as he looked over, and couldn't help shouting, "Where did the old poor and sour come from?"

"Rude! Zhou is at the age of thirty!"

When Zhou Xianming heard it, he couldn't help saying: "You can say that Zhou is poor, but if you say old, Zhou can't bear it anymore."

"Climb aside."

Butcher Liu stretched out his left fist, then clenched it hard, making a crackling sound.

"Squeak! Squeak!"

Zhou Xianming immediately shrank his neck when he heard the sound, and stepped back several steps subconsciously.

"With this courage, you want to be a hero?"

Butcher Liu smiled disdainfully, and then he was about to leave with the white ring in his hand.

"No, I don't want to..."

White Ring cried.

"Butcher Liu, I beg you to raise your hand."

The old man Bai also kept kowtowing on the ground.

But Butcher Liu didn't care at all, and walked outside with the white ring in hand.

"Don't go!"

Zhou Xianming took courage and hugged Butcher Liu's thigh.

"damn thing!"

Butcher Liu was hugged by his thigh, and he was instantly furious. He wanted to kick Zhou Xianming away, but Zhou Xianming was like a dog-skin plaster, and he couldn't shake it off.

"court death!"

Seeing this, Butcher Liu immediately released his palm and punched Zhou Xianming to greet him.

The strength of this punch was not small, and Zhou Xianming suddenly screamed, but his hands were tightly holding Liu Butcher's thighs.

Butcher Liu was also welcome, and his fist with a big bowl mouth greeted him like a storm, hitting Zhou Xianming fiercely.

Soon, Zhou Xianming let go.

"Old man, with your little skill, you dare to pretend to be a hero?"

Butcher Liu scolded, even if Zhou Xianming let go, he didn't stop, punching Zhou Xianming with punch after punch.

Zhou Xianming shouted while protecting important parts of his body with his hands.

I saw his hands cover his crotch desperately, and his body curled up like boiled shrimp.

"Ah! It hurts to death..."

As the fist fell, only a piercing scream could be heard.

Soon, Zhou Xianming lay on the ground and stopped moving, and even his shouting became much quieter.

"Don't fight, I'll kill you again." The old man Bai hurriedly shouted.

"Mr. Zhou is a Confucian student who rushed for the exam this time, and a popular student in Qiu Wei. If you break it and the examiner asks you to blame, you won't be able to eat and walk around." Bai Huan also said anxiously.

"Confucian student who is rushing for the exam?"

Butcher Liu also calmed down. Looking at Zhou Xianming, who was lying motionless on the ground, he was also afraid. He said that his uncle's affairs were just bragging. Not to mention a Confucian student who is rushing for the exam.

You must know that Chu Nanying is also a disciple of the Confucian school, and he always attaches great importance to the Confucian school students. Killing a Confucian student who is rushing for the exam is not enough to hold back a few taels of silver, especially when there are so many people there. look aside.

Seeing that Butcher Liu stopped, Bai Huan hurriedly stepped forward to check, and then found that Zhou Xianming was lying on the ground motionless, with his fingers on his nose and not breathing.

"Dead...dead..."

"Is this dead?"

Butcher Liu was also stunned, "I haven't tried my best, this old scholar died?"

"Dead?"

"It's still a Confucian student who is rushing for the exam."

........

Hearing this, the surrounding neighbors and neighbors began to discuss in a low voice.

"I don't want the interest."

Butcher Liu had some cold sweat on his forehead, "It's this old.... The scholar insisted on holding my thigh, he insisted on hitting my fist with the face, this has nothing to do with me, you can all see it... ..."

The people around were silent, and no one spoke, but in their eyes it was as if they said again, this Confucian scholar was clearly beaten to death by you.

"It has nothing to do with me, nothing at all."

Butcher Liu said, and rushed out the door.

Seeing Butcher Liu leaving, the neighbors slowly walked out.

"Is this scholar really dead?"

"Liu Butcher has learned some martial arts, and he is very strong. It is really possible to hammer this scholar to death."

"It's really pathetic."

.........

Old Man Bai and Bai Huan were also stunned for a moment, feeling a little sad in their hearts.

"Then... Then Butcher Liu is gone?"

Just then, a weak voice sounded.

I saw Zhou Xianming slowly opened his eyes, then stood up with difficulty and said.

"Yo, this scholar isn't dead yet."

Everyone was surprised.

"Mr. Zhou, are you alright?" Bai Huan said with a hint of surprise in his eyes when he saw this.

"It's no big deal, but it's not too bad."

Zhou Xianming couldn't care less about the blue nose and swollen face, and sighed, "The beatings during this period have not been in vain."

"Mr. Zhou, you go into the house to rest." Old Man Sun said quickly.

"No, Mr. Sun, Miss Xiaohuan, I'm leaving."

Zhou Xianming thought of something and said with lingering fears, "If Butcher Liu reacts, I don't know if he will come back."

"Tomorrow is the day for the announcement. Are you going back today?"

"Forget it, Zhou must be in high school, there is no difference between watching and not watching."

Hearing Zhou Xianming's words, everyone present looked at each other in dismay.

With the help of old man Bai and Bai Huan, Zhou Xianming came to the room to clean up and was about to run away, with a hint of regret in his blue nose and swollen eyes: "It's a pity that the customs of Linjiang City are too expensive."

.........

Yuzhou City, Yulan Square in the east of the city.

There are many shops on both sides of the street, and small vendors also set up their stalls in an orderly manner.

"Don't squeeze, don't squeeze, today's new horseshoe cake is ten cents a piece."

The guy from Magnolia Square shouted loudly.

"How many?" Someone couldn't help but ask.

"That is to say, yesterday I waited for three cups of tea, and finally said it was gone."

"More than 300 copies today, enough." The man smiled.

When everyone heard this, they immediately breathed a sigh of relief.

An Jing, dressed in a cyan shirt, stood behind the crowd with a small medicine box across.

Li Fuzhou stood aside, holding a scroll in his hand, as if he was fully immersed in it, unable to extricate himself.

Today, An Jing called Li Fuzhou on purpose.

"It's lively here."

Li Fuzhou looked at it for a moment, then closed the book in his hand.

"This is a newly opened pastry shop. It's delicious and unique." An Jing glanced ahead.

"It's that delicious guy from Tan Yun who asked my uncle to bring it?"

Li Fuzhou couldn't help shaking his head when he heard this.

"She just mentioned it, and I'm also very curious. I have nothing to do anyway."

An Jing sighed and asked casually, "Third Master, you are not like Mr. Zhou. You have to take a scientific test, why do you still read books every day?"

Old man Li, just keep pretending, are you really reading a book, or are you reading a secret letter from the Demon Sect?

"It's just hobbies." Li Fuzhou glanced at An Jing.

"Besides reading books, does the third master have other hobbies?" An Jing said with a smile.

"Listen to the music in Goulan." As Li Fuzhou said, he carefully put the book in his hand into his cuff~www.wuxiaspot.com~An Jing: "..."

"As for why I read books, you have heard."

Li Fuzhou patted An Jing on the shoulder, "It's really shallow on paper, and I absolutely know that I have to do it."

The two then looked at each other and seemed to understand.

"Cough cough..."

An Jing coughed lightly and said, "Third Master, in fact, I have a question I've always wanted to ask you."

Behind Li Fuzhou's hands, he said indifferently: "Ask, I know everything about Goulan's knowledge, and I can't say enough. I may not be able to teach you the rest."

I need you to teach me about the mysteries of Goulan?

An Jing sneered in his heart, but he asked with a smile on his face, "If you were to say that you are a top expert in the arena, what would you do?"

"Um!?"

Li Fuzhou glanced at An Jing, "I seem to have asked you this before?"

"I'm also curious about the third master's thoughts and whether we can get some inspiration from it."

"How tall is it? How about that kid Han Wenxin?"

Are you too embarrassed to compare Han Wenxin with you?

An Jing smiled and said, "That kid Han Wenxin is at the level of fish and shrimp in rivers and lakes. The third master must be much higher than him. Is he worthy to compare with you?"

Li Fuzhou frowned and pondered: "If I were a top expert in the world, then I would definitely travel all over the mountains and rivers, read thousands of books, travel thousands of miles, and search for thousands of hooks..."

Looking for thousands of tick bars...

An Jing raised his brows and gave a thumbs up, "The third master is indeed a scholar, and what he said is really watertight."

Li Fuzhou, this old boy, is worthy of being the master of the Demon Sect.

If An Jing hadn't seen his true face of Mount Lu, it would be difficult for him to guess that this little old man was the master of the Demon Sect.