My Wife Is The Leader Of A Demonic Cult

After consulting the family in Mazi Alley again, An Jing was preparing for the Reunion Church, and at this moment there was a slight trembling of his cuffs.

Inside the cuffs was a palm-sized paper figurine, with a bright red streak on his chest. At this moment, the paper figurine's hands seemed to have received traction and began to open and close continuously, as if applauding.

"Jiang Sanjia!?"

An Jing raised his brows and muttered to himself.

This is the paper figurine given to him by Jiang Sanjia. It is said that there is a drop of his blood essence on it, which is extremely precious. At first, An Jing was reluctant to accept this paper figurine because he did not know whether the essence and blood were separated... .

"That old boy is hiding now. If there is nothing important, he probably won't find him."

Thinking of this, An Jing glanced behind him casually, and walked quietly towards the depths of the alley.

Not far away, the master of Renzong jumped up and down, like a dexterous flying swallow falling on the eaves, followed closely behind An Jing into the alley.

"Um!?"

When he fell again, the alley was silent and empty, and An Jing, who had just turned in, seemed to have disappeared out of thin air.

"What about people!?"

The Human Sect master was full of doubts. As for the investigation, tracking the Human Sect master was the best at it, not to mention an ordinary person, even a master of the same realm as him would not be able to escape his pursuit.

Looking around for a few times, he was sure that An Jing disappeared suddenly.

The master of Renzong touched his bamboo hat, and a drop of cold sweat appeared on his forehead.

Li Fuzhou told him that if An Jing lost half a hair, he would ask him to see him with his head up, which shows the importance of this Doctor Ji Shitang, but now he has lost him.

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Yuzhou City, Fuyang Village.

Fuyang Village is not far from the Qinghe Wharf. Most of the young and middle-aged people in the village are begging for a living on the river, but there are few people on weekdays.

Withered and yellow leaves fell with the wind, the fields were golden, and the farmers were busy working.

Wearing a navy blue cloak, An Jing carried two pots of wine and a roasted chicken, and walked slowly to the end of the village, where two dilapidated thatched cottages were built along the river.

At this moment, Jiang Sanjia was leaning against a rock, holding a fishing rod in his hand.

"Sanjia, your fish basket is empty..."

An Jing came over and shook his head when he saw the catch in the fish basket.

Jiang Sanjia lazily basked in the sun, and said lightly: "A zhang green bamboo and a zhang line, a little scarlet blue water. When does fishing stop in one's life, one spring goes another spring, fishing is a state and a pursuit. …”

At this moment, the goose feather floating on the surface of the water floated for a while, and Jiang Sanjia began to take up the line. It seemed that something was wrong, and his brows were slightly wrinkled.

"Whoosh!"

When the hook was lifted, he found that the bait on the hook was long gone.

"It doesn't matter if you can't catch fish, you just want to feel the process of raising fish every day."

An Jing sat down with a smile, looking at the beautiful river in front of him, then put the wine and roast chicken aside.

Jiang Sanjia picked up the roast chicken, looked at it carefully, and said, "Brother Zhou, if you come next time, remember to change it up."

He didn't even know if it was a feast for the wind or a meal with a broken head. It was a pot of old wine and a chicken.

"You still dislike it?" An Jing raised his brows.

This cost him more than a hundred dollars to eat outside at noon.

"Forget it, don't change it."

Jiang Sanjia sat up cross-legged and said slowly, "Someone in the imperial court is ready to rehabilitate me. After the New Year, I may have to return to the Jade Capital."

"Rehabilitate?"

An Jing frowned, "The prisoners in the Sky Prison have been robbed, can they be rehabilitated?"

"Why not? As long as the old man is still useful, he can be rehabilitated."

Jiang Sanjiapan picked up the jug, snorted, and said, "Brother Zhou, when did you cultivate the Guigu swordsmanship?"

The more advanced the martial arts, the more difficult it is to cultivate, especially the real martial arts, the martial arts of the Tianwu level, even if they are placed in front of some people, it will be difficult for them to cultivate successfully in their lifetime.

The martial arts of the Guigu School are even more mysterious and complicated. Jiang Sanjia considers himself a genius. He has practiced this Guigu vertical and horizontal swordsmanship for three years, but he still has not made any progress, which shows the difficulty of this swordsmanship.

But this Zhou Xianming actually mastered this Guigu vertical and horizontal swordsmanship in just one or two months. You must know that it is his senior brother, the first generation of Guigu Divine Sword, which only took a year to enter.

"Cultivation?"

An Jing was stunned for a moment, and said, "Isn't this sword technique something you can use with your hands?"

Jiang Sanjia: "..."

An Jing is telling the truth, he has hardly practiced this Ghost Valley swordsmanship.

"You are really a wonderful person."

Jiang Sanjia sighed lightly.

"No, I'm just a rough guy." An Jing tore off a chicken leg and sat down too.

Jiang Sanjia glanced at An Jing inexplicably, then smiled inscrutable, and said, "Brother Zhou, I already know your identity."

"Um?!"

An Jing raised his brows.

Jiang Sanjia knows his identity?

Could it be that he used the ghost valley secret to forge himself? But it shouldn't, his cultivation is higher than him. According to the information he has disclosed before, it should be difficult for him to calculate himself, and the cost is too high.

"You're cultivating the Daluo Mind Method, right?" Jiang Sanjia asked.

"That's right~www.wuxiaspot.com~ An Jing nodded and didn't deny it.

This Daluo mental method belongs to the Zhenwu level mental method. When An Jing's strength was still very simple, he would go up the mountain to collect herbs on his own every day. Because of the book on the ground, he could collect a lot of precious herbs.

Just one day he followed the instructions of the book from the ground, and it was also the first cyan chance that he found a seriously injured old man.

At that time, An Jing took action to heal him, but the old man was seriously injured, and he passed away in the end, but in the end, the old man gave him a mind technique, and the old man did not say his name from beginning to end, nor did he say this mind technique The only explanation for the specific name is to ask An Jing not to easily tell others about Daluo's mind.

An Jing still wondered in his heart. When he found the Guiyi Sword Mana in the wild, the hint was only a yellow chance, but why would the same true martial arts level Daluo Xinfa be a blue chance?

At that time, he didn't think deeply. Now it seems that there is another mystery in it?

"Sure enough."

Jiang Sanjia smiled, "You are indeed a descendant of the Daluo Sect. Yan Shaoshan was killed by the Zhenyi Sect a few years ago. I thought that the Daluo Sect was going to disappear, but I didn't expect a master to still be alive."

"Daluo Sect..."

An Jing had a calm expression on his face, but he was full of doubts in his heart.

In his memory, it seems that he has no impression of this Great Luo Sect at all.

Jiang Sanjia smiled and said, "Since that's the case, we don't have to hide our identities."

"I don't know what Brother Sanjia is talking about." An Jing glanced at Jiang Sanjia.

The Daluo sect has nothing to do with him at all, why does he need to abuse his identity?

Jiang Sanjia restrained his smile, "Brother Zhou, let's meet frankly."