My Wife Is The Leader Of A Demonic Cult

The night is like ink, and the waning moon hangs high.

Baima Town is a fringe town within the jurisdiction of Yuzhou City, backed by Baima Mountain, so it is called Baima Town.

As the old saying goes, the so-called relying on the mountain to eat the mountain, relying on the water to drink water, Baima Town is built on the mountain, and the natural food is the mountain.

Relying on the rich Baima Mountain, there are naturally many hunters, medicinal farmers and woodcutters in the town, and they are very famous around Yuzhou City.

But at this time, Baima Town was not as lively as it used to be. The town was deadly silent. All the people were gathered, and they came to the mouth of the town in a daze.

Some people turned black, leaning against the wall and gasping for breath, and some scattered people fell to the ground, no one cared.

Qin Chautou also sat cross-legged in the distance. At this moment, his face was also full of black energy. The two Chakuai who followed him had fallen to the ground, and the symptoms were the same as those of Chen Xiaoer at the beginning.

In just three days, the once lively and bustling White Horse Town has become a purgatory on earth. This terrible infection rate is even more terrible than the epidemic ten years ago. I don't know how much.

"Mother, I'm afraid..."

In the corner, a child saw this scene, and a trace of fear appeared in his eyes.

"Don't be afraid, these officials are here to investigate, and it will be fine soon."

The woman picked up the child and comforted her softly.

At this moment, a strange and disgusting smell came from a distance, and many people frowned.

"That's kerosene!" Someone exclaimed: "Someone is pouring kerosene!"

What is kerosene?

The hunters present would not be clear that it was extracted from animals and then sold to the imperial court for use in warfare.

With this sound, the originally quiet White Horse Town suddenly became panic.

"Kinder!? Are you trying to burn us all to death?"

"what!?"

..........

Those who were able to stand up stood up one after another and looked into the distance.

I saw that in front of the archway, dozens of yamen soldiers were holding kerosene barrels in their hands, and kerosene was placed upside down on the houses in the town, on the wooden archway, and even on the fallen people.

"Prepare to set fire."

With a clear shout, three or four Zhuangban armed with torches stepped forward.

"They're going to burn us!"

When a hunter saw this, he immediately shouted.

The people present never thought that this kerosene would be used on their own one day.

"Who dares to step forward, kill Wushe!"

A middle-aged scholar stepped forward slowly, with a sneer at the corner of his mouth.

This person is the judge of Yuzhou City, Lang Qi.

"Crash!" "Crash!"

The Zhuang Ban behind him also pulled out the blade and stared coldly at the hunter ahead. As long as they dared to take a step, they would wave the blade in their hands mercilessly.

When Orion saw this, a drop of cold sweat appeared on his forehead, and his footsteps subconsciously stepped back a few steps.

"Humph!"

Seeing this, the middle-aged scholar stretched out his arms slowly.

"Everything is dead, it's better to fight with them!"

Orion saw this, his eyes were red, and he looked at the Zhuang class in front of him.

"That's right, it's dead anyway."

"Fight them!"

"Master Cangtian, you can see that these officials have no humanity, and they actually want to set fire to us."

......

Seeing this, the people of Baima Town who had spare capacity stood up one by one, filled with righteous indignation.

For the sake of dozens of Bai surnames who were infected with the epidemic, the entire Baima Town was set on fire.

For a while, the two sides formed a confrontation, and the atmosphere became tense and subtle.

"Lord Lang, I don't understand why this is..." The one-year elder of Baima Town saw this scene and couldn't help but feel sad.

There are hundreds of households in Baima Town, nearly a thousand people, and at this moment they are going to burn them alive...

Lang Qi took a deep breath and said, "The prefect has an order to burn Baima Town, including everyone."

The old man opened his mouth and stopped talking.

Hearing this, there was deathly silence in the field.

Lang Qi stretched out his palm again, and everyone present was condensed, as if breathing had stopped at this moment.

"etc!"

Suddenly, a cold drink came from a distance.

"Da-da-da! Da-da-da!"

With the sound of horses' hooves, An Jing and Han Wenxin rushed over quickly.

"Yu! Lord Lang, wait!"

Han Wenxin gave a high drink, and then hurried off from the horse.

"Captain Han?"

Lang Qi frowned slightly when he saw the visitor, "What do you want to come here for?"

Qin Zhaitou and a group of Zhaikuai came to investigate the matter, and they were already caught in the epidemic. In order to prevent future troubles, the new prefect ordered him to prohibit the investigation of the matter, and asked him to come directly to burn the town of Baima, to prevent the spread of the epidemic and the bad impact.

Han Wenxin took a deep breath and said, "It's too early to burn Baima Town. I invited the most famous doctor in Yuzhou City. Let him have a try..."

The most famous doctor! ?

Lang Qi glanced at An Jing next to Han Wenxin. He had also heard of Dr. An Jing, one of the most famous doctors in Yuzhou City.

In addition to his superb medical skills, he is one of the few benevolent doctors who can heal the heart. The only thing that makes people criticize is that he is young and has limited experience.

Lang Qi said slowly: "But Han Caotou, the order Lang received was to burn Baima Town, and he didn't say to wait for Doctor An to heal."

"Lord Lang, can't we accommodate one or two?" Han Wenxin frowned.

"If this epidemic spreads and spreads to the entire Yuzhou City, can you take responsibility?"

"Give Doctor An a chance. Maybe the epidemic is not what we imagined, it is as terrifying as a flood and beasts, and all these hundreds of people can be saved."

"impossible!"

"What if I must be saved?"

Lang Qi glanced at Han Wenxin coldly, "Han Zaitou, you have a great future, but don't make a mistake."

Han Wenxin's abilities are not bad. If Qin Caotou was buried in Baima Town, then Yuzhou City would only have him as the only catcher left. His future prospects are limitless.

Han Wenxin's heart froze, and he shouted, "Could it be that Lord Feilang really wants to burn the hundreds of households in Baima Town alive?"

"Han Wenxin, you are wrong."

Lang Qi said with some displeasure: "It's not that I want to burn them alive, this is the order of the prefect, and I'm just following orders."

Hearing this, An Jing glanced at Lang Qi thoughtfully.

"So, if there is no order from the prefect, Lord Lang must burn the White Horse Town today?"

"That's right."

"Then Han is welcome."

"What are you doing!?"

When Lang Qi heard Han Wenxin's words, he suddenly felt a little bad.

I saw Han Wenxin's body stepped forward and punched Lang Qi's face.

"Tom!"

Lang Qi only felt a flash in front of his eyes, and then a sense of dizziness came over him, his footsteps stepped back again and again, and finally he sat down on the ground.

"Lord Lang!" "Lord Lang!"

Seeing this, the surrounding Zhuang classes hurriedly shouted.

"Han... Han Wenxin, you are so bold! You dare to hit me!? You are rebelling!"

Lang Qi touched his nose and mouth, which were bright red.

Everyone in the field was stunned. No one expected that Han Wenxin would actually beat the judge Lang to the ground with a punch. He was the celebrity in front of the new prefect, the third-in-command of Yuzhou City.

"This is your medical bill."

Han Wenxin took out three taels of silver from his purse and threw it into Lang Qi's arms.

"Good good."

Lang Qi became angry and said viciously: "Han Wenxin, let's wait and see, I will report this matter to the prefect."

"go!"

With that said, Lang Qi got up under the leadership of several strong classes and walked tremblingly into the distance.

"Lord Lang, is your injury okay? Shall we see the doctor now?" A strong class asked in a low voice.

"But isn't the best doctor in Yuzhou City right behind?" Zhuang Ban couldn't help muttering.

"Look, what doctor do you see?"

Lang Qi raised his brows, took out three taels of silver, and said, "If you don't go to Goulan to listen to the music and see the beauty at night, what kind of doctor do you see?"

Several strong classes were stunned when they heard Lang Qi's words.

According to Lang Qi's temperament in the past, maybe he is already gearing up to take revenge on the head of Han, but at this moment he actually has the time to listen to the music?

"Go, go, go, get out of here."

Lang Qi said impatiently, "That boy Han Wenxin is really ruthless. I want one...one....relieve Qianshou tonight."

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

"call!"

Seeing Lang Qi take everyone away, the people of Baima Town were relieved, but then they became even more worried.

Lang Qi is gone, but everyone knows that he will come back again

Besides, even if Lang Qi won't come, what should they do?

That silver can release his half-month savings...

Han Wenxin looked at Lang Qi's back in pain, then turned to look at An Jing, and paused before saying, "Brother An, it's up to you now."

"Don't worry, leave it to me."

An Jing nodded, and then took the lead in walking towards Qin Chutou.

"This is Doctor Xiao An from Yuzhou City."

"Can he?"

"Hey, he is the only doctor who dares to come to Baima Town for treatment now."

........

When the people in the surrounding Baima Town saw this, they all started talking in a low voice.

"Doctor Xiao An." Qin Chutou was about to stand up, but just as his legs and feet were about to stand up, he suddenly felt weak.

"You sit."

An Jing said quickly, "I'll check your pulse first."

"Can Dr. Xiao An tell the pulse from the air?" Qin Chutou said with a wry smile: "If not, it's better not to heal me and wait. I'm afraid that you will also be infected with this disease."

"It's okay."

An Jing waved his hand and said, "Lie down, and then give me your pulse."

Seeing that An Jing insisted, Qin Chutou could only lie down, and then stretched out his right wrist.

The method of counting the pulse does not mean that you can count casually. First of all, the wrist must be at the same level as the heart, so that the deviation will be reduced to a very low level.

An Jing put his fingers on the pulse Cunguan and Chiguan, feeling the rhythm of the qi in his body.

The ruler is yin, and the float is yang.

Qin Chautou's pulse fluctuated greatly, the number of feet fluctuated abnormally, the yin fire was strong, and the pulse was short. If it wasn't for the support of his inner energy, he might have turned into a lonely ghost at this moment, just like other catchers. .

"Um?"

When An Jing saw it, his heart moved. He felt a touch of familiarity in the vigor in Qin Zhaotou's body. He seemed to be very similar to Shuiyue's body, and he heard Han Wenxin say that Qin Zhaotou's cultivation was fifth-grade. But at the moment, the energy is obviously stronger than the fifth grade.

This Qin catcher is not as simple as it seems.

"Brother An, how is it?"

Han Wenxin interrupted An Jing's contemplation.

Seeing that An Jing didn't speak for a long time, his heart also sank to the bottom of the valley. Could it be that An Jing has no choice?

The surname Bai of the surrounding Baima Town was also sighing and was very nervous.

It seems that An Jing's words at this moment will declare their life and death.

An Jing said slowly: "As I expected, it should be corpse qi."

"Corpse!?"

Han Wenxin was at a loss when he heard this, "Brother An, can you do anything?"

He couldn't understand these twists and turns, he just wanted to get results.

An Jing chuckled and said, "Don't worry, this corpse qi is much more difficult to deal with than yin qi, but it's not impossible to remove it."

If it was an ordinary doctor, he would definitely not be able to cure this corpse qi, but An Jing was quite experienced in this.

"call!"

Hearing what An Jing said, the stone in Han Wenxin's heart completely fell.

"Can Doctor Xiao An be cured?" Qin Chutou's eyes also lit up.

Originally, he was ready to wait to die, but he didn't expect that An Jing, whom Han Wenxin had invited, would be able to heal.

As expected of the doctor the Sect Master wanted to search for, he was indeed unusual.

"Can."

Ann nodded.

"Can Doctor Xiao An be cured?"

"Great! We still have hope"

"Doctor Xiao An is a living Bodhisattva who saves suffering!"

........

When the people present heard An Jing's words, they burst into tears of joy and were very excited.

"I'll try it first with Qin catcher."

An Jing said, and took out a few silver needles from the medicine box.

It is the most natural state for the yin and yang qi in the human body to reach a balance.

An imbalance of yin qi can lead to serious illness, but the same excess of yang qi is not a good thing.

Monk Fazhi felt that An Jing had a lot of yang energy, and a large part of the reason was because the Buddhist treasure Bodhi beads was refined by him, so he mistakenly believed that An Jing was born with pure yang energy and had extremely high aptitude.

In a normal human body, both yin and yang are in balance.

The characteristics of corpse qi and yin qi are somewhat similar, but there are many differences. Both are negative, and yin qi is stronger than corpse qi. If these ordinary people are infected by yin qi, I am afraid that they will die within a day of consultation. Dead, but the corpse aura is relatively soft.

Although it will not let people die quickly, it is like a maggot in the body, which is difficult to remove.

An Jing's purpose in taking out the silver needle was naturally to channel the internal force into the silver needle to guide the corpse energy out of his body.

In order to guide the corpse qi, in addition to internal force, it is also necessary to understand various acupoints in the human body, including some acupoints that do not operate internal force.

So this is not something anyone can do.

"Bah!"

The silver needle was placed on Qin Chutou's Tianling Point, and an internal force that was like a gossamer poured into it.

This inner force is not deep, it only has the effect of guiding.

Suddenly, Qin Chutou felt a warmth spread from the top of his head from top to bottom, which made the originally drowsy brain start to wake up by three points.

He could clearly feel that the qi machine that had been bothering him for a long time was being pulled little by little by the silver needle, and then guided out.

Seeing this, An Jing nodded secretly.

A large part of the reason why it went so smoothly is because Qin Chutou has a strong internal force in his body and can resist this corpse qi. If it is an ordinary person, it may take longer.

I saw a black airflow floating above the silver needle, and then floated into the air and completely dissipated.

"Is this the corpse gas?"

Seeing this, Han Wenxin couldn't help but secretly amazed.

After about a stick of incense, An Jing took back the silver needle.

"How's it going?" Han Wenxin asked quickly.

"It's not a big problem, but I have to go back to recuperate for a month."

An Jing pondered for a while and said, "The corpse qi in the body of these ordinary people can also be clear, but their internal strength is not as deep as that of Qin Caotou, and it will take a longer time, and even some disease roots will be left in their bodies."

An Jing is not an immortal. He treats patients by relying on both knowledge and medical skills as well as internal guidance.

Han Wenxin nodded, being able to save these patients is already quite remarkable. As for the root cause of the disease, it can only depend on their own fortunes.

At this time, Qin Chutou adjusted his breath and opened his eyes. He couldn't help but admire: "Doctor Xiao An is indeed a famous doctor in Yuzhou City, and I admire him."

"It's too early to say this, Brother Han, all you have to do now is to incinerate all the dead bodies, you must be quick."

An Jing then turned his head to look at the people in Baima Town, and let out a long sigh, "And these dozens of people who have been infected by corpse gas, let them line up and come one by one."

"Okay!"

Han Wenxin nodded when he heard this.

There are more than 30 ordinary people in Baima Town who died because of the corpse gas, and there are even two arrests. Incinerating these corpses is not an easy task.

.........

Ji Shi Tang.

The autumn sky is too clear, the morning sun falls without dust, there is no dust, the sun is a bit dazzling, but it is so pure.

Tan Yun woke up sleepily to wash, and then prepared to pack up the clothes he changed yesterday and go to the river port to wash clothes.

"Ow...Wow!"

The little black boy saw Tan Yun come out of the room, and Sayazi ran to Tan Yun's feet, licking her embroidered shoes with her tongue to show her flattery.

"go away."

Tan Yun was most bothered by Little Hei Zai licking her shoes, and when he saw this, he kicked it.

This kick was not very strong, and I saw the little black boy tumbling on the ground twice, then got up again, and happily surrounded Tan Yun.

"Do you believe I'll chop you up in a while?"

Seeing this, Tan Yun raised the hammer in his hand and sneered.

Little Hei Zai's tail drooped, as if he remembered the rabbit that jumped into the pot that day, or was frightened by Tan Yun's momentum, and he involuntarily stepped back a few steps.

"Ow...Wang."

The little black boy called out in a low voice, and then quickly ran towards the distance.

"Come here for me."

When Tan Yun saw the little black boy slipping away, he couldn't help shouting, "Did I let you go?"

Every time he goes to Hebu to do laundry, the little black boy will follow her obediently, but he doesn't plan to follow her today. How can she bear it?

She couldn't stand it when the little black man licked her, and she couldn't stand it if the little black man didn't lick her.

I saw the little black boy walking around the corridor and came to the corner of the backyard, which was a small warehouse.

"Little thing, where do I see you running?"

Tan Yun quickly followed, then licked her red lips, "You should know what happened to those rabbits, right?"

"Wang Wang Wang!"

The little black boy barked at the wooden door next to him.

"Um!?"

Tan Yun couldn't help but look at the wooden door next to her, frowning slightly. She had hardly been to this place, but she only heard that the uncle said that it was a place for storing sundries, and it had been useless for a long time.

"In the past few months, it seems that the uncle himself has not entered the warehouse..."

Seeing the little black boy constantly barking at the errand room, Tan Yun couldn't help but have a hint of curiosity in his heart.

What the **** is in this warehouse?

At this time, there was still a lock on the wooden door, but the lock had been rusted by the wind and rain.

Who is Tan Yun? That is the only disciple of Li Fuzhou, the master of the Demon Sect.

The Demon Cultist sect is best at inspecting, stealing, and tracking. Tan Yun is very familiar with these skills, not to mention the rusted lock, even if it is a new lock, she can also pick it within ten breaths.

"What's in here?"

Thinking of this, Tan Yun came to the wooden door, and then placed his palm on the rusted iron lock. Before she could open it, the iron lock opened by itself.

The wooden door gradually opened, and the dust-covered darkness ushered in the first rays of light.

"Wang Wang Wang!"

The little black boy rushed in like a hungry tiger rushing in.

Tan Yun also walked in.

This miscellaneous room is not big, but it seems that there are not many things in it.

There are assorted wooden boxes, sundries, chairs, desks, all kinds of sundries, and it seems that it is indeed as An Jing said, this is the place to put sundries.

"Ow, Wang!"

At this moment, the little black boy got in, and then he seemed to be holding something in his mouth, and with a wagging tail, he withdrew.

"This is.......?"

Tan Yun saw and this, showing a trace of doubt.

What the little black boy was holding in his mouth was nothing else, but a black jersey.

For this type of clothing, Tan Yun, who is a master of human sect, is naturally not unfamiliar.

Night clothes!

Mainly because it is not easy to be detected when moving at night.

It has a wide range of uses, and is generally used to do secret things, such as investigation, stealing, and so on.

In the rivers and lakes, many people will be equipped with a set of night clothes, that is, they are ready to do some shameless deeds at any time.

"Uncle...he's just a doctor, how can he have night clothes?"

Tan Yun's lovely eyes were wide open, and he couldn't help but mutter to himself.

An Jing is just an ordinary doctor, and he is only a ninth-rank cultivation base. What does he want a night clothes for?

If Han Wenxin can deal with ordinary fish and shrimp, then An Jing's strength is at the bottom of the fish and shrimp.

The little black boy called out, and continued to get in, and after a while, he took off a night clothes again.

When Tan Yun saw this, she couldn't sit still, and took out the two boxes in front of her. She was shocked by the scene behind the boxes.

There are dozens of night clothes!

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

Tan Yun's heart was full of doubts and incomprehension.

An ordinary doctor, who collects so many night clothes, is it not a special hobby?

"Could it be... Uncle likes to wear night clothes...?"

Suddenly, Tan Yun seemed to have thought of something, and his face turned red.

..........

Zhao Qingmei woke up early as usual, then sat in front of the dressing table and dressed up, looking at the bronze mirror in front of her, for some reason her heart suddenly felt a little empty.

In the past three months of peaceful life, she seems to have almost forgotten that she is still the leader of the demon sect.

She has completely fallen in love with such a life, such a peaceful day, and the person who waits every day.

Just one night when An Jing was away, she became a little worried and a little empty.

"Miss!"

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

"come in."

Zhao Qingmei inserted the silver hairpin and said

Hearing this, Tan Yun slowly pushed the door and walked in. After a moment of hesitation, he said, "Miss, this subordinate has discovered something, and this matter is related to Uncle."

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

"What's the matter?" Zhao Qingmei frowned when she heard that it was related to An Jing.

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

"what?"

"Night clothes, dozens of night clothes."

"Oh? Take me to see it."

Zhao Qingmei's heart moved when she heard this.

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.

Later, Tan Yun brought Zhao Qingmei to the errand room.

"Miss, look at these..."

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

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

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

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

She usually asks about things in the ordinary teaching, but Tan Yun is also very curious about the matter of going to Anjing.

"I don't know either."

Zhao Qingmei shook her head.

Miss is not clear?

Is this the uncle's own private secret?

"Could it be..."

When Tan Yun heard the words, he couldn't help but think of something. In the rivers and lakes, there is a kind of thief that everyone gets and kills, and that is the flower-picking thief.

These flower-picking thieves, because of their extraordinary strength, often violate strict laws and morals, specialize in stealing incense and jade, and corrupt women's chastity. .

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

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 with no strength, how could he be a flower thief? Absolutely impossible."

Zhao Qingmei's eyebrows were tightly locked, and her heart was full of doubts and confusion.

An Jing did not have the slightest internal force fluctuations in his body. Even if he had learned some boxing and kung fu, according to the people in Jianghu, it was only a ninth-rank cultivation. This kind of cultivation is similar to common people who have not learned boxing and kung fu. Those who have learned a little martial arts People are not rivals at all.

Since he has never studied martial arts, why does he keep these night clothes?

She had been with An Jing for so long, and she didn't feel any fluctuations in her internal strength. Unless An Jing was a master master, it would be impossible to hide from her.

Is it.....

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

Tan Yun continued to rummage around, as if looking for other interesting things to come out.

"Miss, look at this booklet, eh...it seems to be a martial art..."

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

"Crash!" "Crash!"

The book in the wooden box fell down.

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

She didn't recognize the word in the middle.

"That's the Qingquan Mind Method."

Zhao Qingmei said in a deep voice.

When Tan Yun heard this, his eyes widened; "Qingyu's mind? Is it the mind of the Qingquan? But this Qingquan was not a sect from the time of the Nine Kingdoms, has it been destroyed long ago?"

The Qingquan Sect is not a big sect, and it is only a small sect in the chaos of the Nine Kingdoms.

Only with the support of Xuanwu-level mentality can people who cultivate martial arts improve their cultivation to the first rank, and the Qingquan Sect has attracted many disciples to join by relying on this Xuanwu-level Qingquan determination, but under the disputes of the Nine Kingdoms, even at that time The top sects, such as the Inanimate Sect, are destroyed, not to mention the small sects like the Qingquan Sect.

Xuanwu-level mentality is nothing in the eyes of the two of them.

Zhao Qingmei practiced the Heavenly Demon Jue at the Tianwu level, while Tan Yun practiced the Earth Demon Jue at the Zhenwu level.

However, one of them is a master of the magic sect, and the other is the head of the magic sect. It is normal to have such a mentality.

They don't like this Qingquan mentality. For ordinary people in the rivers and lakes, this mentality is a treasure. If it is placed in the rivers and lakes, it can also set off a lot of fighting and competition.

"Uncle has such a mind, why don't you practice?" Tan Yun's mouth moved, and he said in disbelief.

For those who cultivate martial arts, such martial arts are comparable to peerless beauties, and there are people who can control them without moving in the slightest?

If An Jing was there, he would definitely tell Tan Yun seriously that he really didn't cultivate, because the determination level of this young man was too low.

Why he can get the determination of this young man? It's all because of the fate of "Lucky Star Gaozhao" and the instructions of the book from the ground.

At first, An Jing followed the instructions from the book, and he would go whenever there were opportunities around him, but as his cultivation improved, he found that most of the red and yellow opportunities were no longer helpful to him, so he gradually stopped.

Zhao Qingmei bent down and looked at the book on the ground, ""Snake Palm", "Star Picker", "Treading Snow Without a Trace"..."

Although these martial arts are ordinary in Zhao Qingmei's eyes, they are first-class among the rivers and lakes, especially when so many martial arts are gathered together, even ordinary families can't come up with them.

Even if it is sold, these martial arts are sold to aristocratic families in the south of the Yangtze River, and they are all very rich.

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 don't your uncle practice these martial arts?"

Tan Yun picked up the star picking hand, looked at it twice and asked.

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

"I do not know either."

Zhao Qingmei frowned. At this moment, she realized that An Jing still had some secrets to tell her.

"What kind of martial arts is this?"

Suddenly, Tan Yun picked up a book and said strangely.

"Diary?"

Zhao Qingmei took the book and whispered the words on it gently.

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

"It shouldn't be martial arts, just open it and see."

Zhao Qingmei said, and gently flipped through the book called the diary.

..........

As the sun rises, the earth ushered in a life of vitality.

In the early morning, the weather was a little cold, but at this moment, An Jing was covered in sweat on his forehead, and his body was also wet.

"call!"

The last silver needle was slowly pulled out from the old man, and An Jing could not help but let 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 have a good rest too."

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

As for those corpses infected with corpse gas, Han Wenxin also burned them overnight.

"Well, you sent someone to Ji Shitang to get some herbs, and then boil 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 from the bowl in one gulp.

"Okay." Han Wenxin nodded.

"Little old man, on behalf of hundreds of households in Baima Town, I would like to thank Doctor Xiao An."

At this time, the old man also opened his eyes, his heart was very excited, and then he quickly paid his respects to An Jing.

This night can be described as ups and downs. If it wasn't for Han Wenxin and An Jing, Baima Town might be in ruins now, and hundreds of households might also turn to ashes with Baima Town.

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

"You're welcome."

An Jing supported the old man, "Saving the dead and helping the wounded is what the doctor himself did, so he can't bow down."

"Yes, this is what I should have been waiting for." Han Wenxin coughed twice and said seriously.

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

The old man hurriedly said: "Doctor An and Lord Han didn't have a good rest all night, this old man will take the two to rest."

"That's work."

Han Wenxin did not refuse.

He burned corpses in the first half of the night, and took care of the people of Baima Town in the second half of the night. He didn't sleep a night.

"Alright."

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

This corpse qi infection should have come from Chen Xiaoer's body. Chen Xiaoer was infected by corpse qi only after he went hunting on Baima Mountain, which means that there should be corpse qi machines on Baima Mountain.

If this corpse qi is not eliminated, there will surely be other people like Chen Xiaoer who stray into it and cause trouble in the future.

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

Then, under the arrangement of the old man, An Jing and Han Wenxin, as well as two arresters, moved into his home.

An Jing and Han Wenxin share a room.

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

Han Wenxin laughed.

"You think I'm the same as you?"

An Jing picked up a lamp and said lightly, "Think 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, nonsense, confusion, **** mouth..."

"Besides, I have to take a break occasionally, and I need to prevent addiction."

An Jing put the small medicine box by the bed, and then touched his waist.

Compared to the past, this night was much more relaxed. Not only was he not tired, but he was relaxed.

Hearing An Jing's words, Han Wenxin's heart suddenly became sour. Originally, he was going to listen to the music in Goulan tonight, but now he has no money, and he has not gone to Goulan.

"sleep."

Han Wenxin became more and more angry, then lifted the quilt, covered his head, fell on the bed and started to sleep soundly.

"Go to sleep, go to sleep, there is everything in your dreams."

An Jing walked to the table, first burned it with a lamp, then wiped his silver needle with strong alcohol, and burned it again.

After about a moment, An Jing's silver needles were all disinfected, and then there was a thunderous snoring beside his ears.

The same room has become a national treasure overnight, and I admire the people who share the same bed for a lifetime.

"This grunt..."

An Jing tutted.

It's hard to imagine who would be so unlucky in the future, resting in this violent storm every night.

After An Jing packed up all the silver needles, he then picked up the small medicine box, changed into his clothes, and pulled out the soft sword on the compartment, ready to go to Baima Mountain to find out.

......

Seeing An Jing and Han Wenxin entering the room, Shuiyue let out a sigh of relief.

Although he is a master of the second-rank peak, he is not an iron man after all, especially protection, tracking is more exhausting, and he has to keep his nerves tight.

"Whoosh!" "Whoosh!"

Just as Shuiyue's eyes opened and closed, a figure flew out of the house.

This person is An Jing.

"The moon in the water is really a competent minion, it would be great if it could be used by me."

The moment An Jing flew away, he couldn't help but admire the perseverance of the moon in the water.

He didn't sleep all night, and he didn't sleep all night. When he slept, he still had to spy on himself.

Co-authoring As long as he leaves Li Fuzhou's sight, he is tracking and monitoring himself in all directions. It is not unreasonable that this demon sect could become the giant of the Yanjiang Lakes.

Such eagle claws are really useful.

An Jing sighed with emotion, and then his body was like a breeze, and he rushed towards Baima Mountain in an instant.

At this time, it was autumn, and most of the trees were ruined. The mountains were full of bare branches, and there were dead leaves in one place, which looked a bit desolate and dead.

A ray of sunshine from the morning sun shines down, adding a bit of warmth and pleasantness.

An Jingfei stood on the branch, his eyes swept around.

He can be considered experienced when entering the mountain forest, and he used to come here often to collect herbs, so he can be said to be very familiar with the surrounding areas.

However, when he went up the mountain to collect medicine, he didn't find any abnormality, and he didn't notice the existence of corpse qi, which should have appeared recently.

In the early morning, Baima Mountain was silent. An Jing followed the traces of the hunter's movements, trying to find some clues.

Baima Mountain is not big, and most of the branches and leaves fall off in autumn, so you can see the whole picture from the top of the dead tree, so it is much more convenient to search.

But An Jing had already searched the white horse for two rounds, except for some traces of hunters and beasts' activities, and found no other strange places.

"Huh? Could it be on the cliff?"

An Jing thought to himself.

Herbs are hard to find, especially precious herbs are grown in inaccessible places, such as cliffs, where ordinary people would not go there. However, after Anjing purchased herbs from hunters in recent years, hunters also began to pay attention to them. It is also possible for them to search for the herbs on Baima Mountain on the cliff.

Thinking of this, An Jing quickly ran towards the cliff.

Not long after, they came to the cliff of Baima Mountain.

Beneath the cliff, there are strange rocks that look abrupt and strange, and some withered weeds grow in the crevices of the cliff.

An Jing looked down.

At this moment, he suddenly found that there seemed to be a black cave below, and he could not see the depth of it.

"Where is it?"

An Jing's heart moved, and his body fell to the entrance of the secluded cave.

"Crash!" "Crash!"

At this moment ~www.wuxiaspot.com~ a large number of birds seemed to be frightened and flew out of the cave.

An Jing hurriedly avoided these flying birds, and then looked carefully, most of these birds were crows, and there were also a few black pigeons.

"It's a little weird."

Seeing this, his heart suddenly moved.

The dome of the cave is very high, ten meters long.

At this moment, several brilliance appeared in the book of the ground in my mind, which was more numerous and higher than the brilliance on Sanmiao Mountain at the beginning.

"Hint 3: There is an unknown blue chance in the cave."

"Tip 4: There is an unknown blue opportunity in the cave."

"Hint 5: There is an unknown cyan chance in the cave."

"Hint 6: There are black opportunities in the cave."

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