Chapter 125 People can't help themselves in the arena (10,000 words)
Jishi Hall, front hall.
An Jing took a look at his little book and felt a little strange. When he was reading, he had a habit of marking the page he was reading and folding the corners slightly, but today he couldn't find the fold.
of the mouth.
Could it be that someone has tampered with my book?
At this moment, the little black boy jumped in and ran in, followed by Tan Yun holding the wooden basin behind him.
"Tan Yun, have you touched my things?"
An Jing asked casually.
"No...no."
Tan Yun's heart tightened, and he pretended to be nonchalant, "Uncle, except for your clothes, how dare I touch your things."
An Dingding nodded. Tan Yun really didn't go through his things on weekdays. Thinking of this, his eyes turned to the cute little black guy.
It can’t be this little thing!?
This little book is indecent no matter how you say it. If you were dragged out by this little thing that day, it would be a big deal.
"Bitch, if you dare to touch my things again, I will stew you."
An Jing picked up the little book in his hand and looked at the little black boy fiercely.
The little black boy tilted his head, looking like he didn't understand.
"Uncle, why do you curse?"
Tan Yun glanced at the book in An Jing's hand, his face turned red and he whispered.
"I said this little black guy is not you."
With that said, An Jing walked towards the backyard.
He wants to put this book away.
When Tan Yun saw this, he quickly asked: "Uncle, what are you going to do?"
As he spoke, his eyes turned to the little book from time to time.
"I've read this book, put it away," An Jing said casually.
"Third Master said, we need to review the past and learn the new." Tan Yun said anxiously.
"No, my dad told me I was a genius when I was a child. I read this once and it's stuck in my mind."
An Jing chuckled and shook the book in his hand.
Tan Yun recalled the contents of the book last night and remembered it so clearly that every detail of the body painting was imprinted in his mind.
"Uncle, actually I am too..."
Seeing An Jing put it away, the complicated and subtle emotions surged up, and Tan Yun suddenly felt disappointed.
I wanted to take a look when I couldn't see it, but I felt excited and ashamed at the same time.
Anyway, I just want to watch it when I'm bored.
"My uncle should have a lot of this stuff, right?"
Tan Yun said with a sudden thought.
At this time, An Jing had already put away his little book, hummed a little tune and walked out. Looking at Tan Yun who was in a daze, he couldn't help but said: "What are you still doing? After washing the clothes, go and dry them.
It’s a nice day today.”
"knew."
Tan Yun came to his senses, picked up the wooden basin and walked towards the backyard.
The little black guy followed up with a grunt.
An Jing stretched his muscles and felt refreshed, ready to take out some herbs and dry them.
"Is the doctor here?"
At this moment, the door curtain opened, and a neatly dressed, young-looking Taoist priest walked in.
An Jing glanced at the young Taoist priest and said, "I am."
When the young Taoist priest heard this, he looked at the young Taoist priest in front of him in surprise. He did not expect that the famous Yuzhou City doctor was so young.
"I am Songnian, a disciple of Wuliangguan."
The young Taoist priest bowed to An Jing, and then said: "My senior sister was severely injured and cannot find any solution. I would like to ask Doctor An to lend a helping hand."
Infinite view!?
When An Jing heard this, his heart moved. Wuliang Temple was a Taoist temple of the Zhenyi Sect, and the senior sister he mentioned should also be a disciple of the Zhenyi Sect.
Seeing that An Jing was silent, Songnian quickly said: "Saving a life is better than building a seven-level pagoda. Please ask Dr. An to save my senior sister."
Zhenyi Sect has been established in Yanjiang Lake for hundreds of years. It relies on wind and rain. It is said that there are hundreds of thousands of disciples in the world, but the disciples are also a mixed bag of good and bad, and every one of its disciples has arrogance in their bones.
In Dayan Jianghu, the reputation is not good, but because of the power, everyone dares to be angry but dare not speak out.
However, the Zhenyi Cult disciples who are as polite as the one in front of them are among the few disciples who still retain the character of Xuanmen.
An Dingding nodded and said, "Okay, let's set off now."
He is a doctor now, and he is not the ghost swordsman.
"Doctor, please."
Songnian breathed a sigh of relief and quickly stretched out his hand.
An Jing called to the backyard, "Madam, I'm going out for a consultation."
"I know, remember to come back early."
Then, Zhao Qingmei's clear voice came from behind the hospital.
An Jing and Songnian hurried out of Jishi Hall.
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backyard.
Tan Yun put down the wooden basin and prepared to dry the clothes.
Zhao Qingmei walked out slowly and said, "Has Shuiyue gone to investigate?"
"went."
Tan Yun quickly replied: "I have already told Shui Yue in detail according to the leader's instructions. He has mobilized all the spies from the Human Sect and is working hard to find the whereabouts of the Ghost Swordsman."
"That's good."
Zhao Qingmei nodded slightly.
Originally, Shui Yue had been responsible for protecting An Jing, but with the recent changes in Yuzhou City, there are many masters. If Shui Yue is still with An Jing, if someone discovers him, he will inevitably feel like being deceived.
In addition, nothing happened around An Jing, so he did not need the protection of experts. Moreover, the decline of Renzong experts was the perfect time to employ people.
Tan Yun also felt a hint of joy in his heart, as the leader finally made up his mind to investigate the whereabouts of this ghost swordsman.
Zhao Qingmei glanced at Tan Yun and said: "This time I go back to Dongluo Pass. It will take about two months to go back and forth. You will stay in Yuzhou City. Do you know what to do?"
Tan Yun rolled his eyes, patted his chest quickly and said, "Don't worry, miss, I will definitely keep an eye on my uncle."
She is not a fool, and she naturally knows what her leader is worried about.
Zhao Qingmei nodded with satisfaction and asked, "Has Luo Zixiang left?"
Tan Yun whispered: "Leader, Luo Zixiang said that he still has the secret order from the master of the Earth Sect with him."
"What secret order?"
"The leader of the Di Sect said that the Cao Gang held a meeting to eliminate demons. This matter is a provocation to our demon sect. We must give Dayan Jianghu a deterrent. In addition to coming to Yuzhou City to report the news to the leader, Luo Zixiang also wants to behead Liu Qingshan.
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"Behead Liu Qingshan?"
Zhao Qingmei's mouth seemed to be smiling, "I don't seem to have given such an order, right?"
Who is Liu Qingshan? He is the leader of the Cao Gang, and behind him is the current prince. The death of such a figure will definitely cause huge shocks in the world.
This is no ordinary thing.
Tan Yun looked at Zhao Qingmei's expression and felt a slight chill in his heart, "Then... I will give orders to Luo Zixiang now..."
"Forget it, no need."
Zhao Qingmei waved her hand.
Jiang Renyi and Zhao Mengtai have a very good personal relationship, and a large part of the reason why the Demon Sect cooperates with the second prince is because of this personal relationship.
Now Luo Zixiang of Di Zong has come to Yuzhou City to behead Liu Qingshan. It is obvious that Jiang Renyi wants to help Zhao Mengtai solve his worries.
In any case, the two parties are secretly cooperating. The more the Demon Cult contributes, the closer and more inseparable the relationship with Zhao Mengtai will be, and it will be much easier to enter Dayan in the future.
In addition, Liu Qingshan's death will make the water in Yanjiang Lake even more turbid, which is also a good thing for the Demon Sect.
Was Jiang Renyi's decision wrong?
In Zhao Qingmei's opinion, there is nothing wrong at all, and it is even very beneficial to the Demon Sect.
But such a thing happened without her consent. If she hadn't asked, she wouldn't have even planned to report it to her. This is very food for thought.
"Two months is enough." Zhao Qingmei muttered to herself.
With her travel speed, it would take less than two months to return to Dongluo Pass, but why did she have to go back for two months?
Because this time she went back and completely solved all her worries.
When she first became the leader of the Demon Cult, her foundation was not yet solid, and the creation she gained in the Demon Sealing Well had not yet been completely refined. Now that the dust has settled, the situation is under her control, and it is time for her to show off her sword.
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Zhao Qingmei's expression was as calm as water, but Tan Yun next to her had a gleam on her back and was trembling.
"One more thing, you have to be extremely careful."
Zhao Qingmei looked at Tan Yun and frowned: "After I leave, people from the Zhenyi Sect are very likely to come to Yuzhou City. You must not expose your identity under any circumstances..."
Qi Yun is the first young person of the generation promoted by the Zhenyi Sect. He can be regarded as a banner. Now he has died in Yuzhou City. There will definitely be masters from the Zhenyi Sect. Liu Qingshan, the leader of the Cao Gang, is really dead.
At that time, Dayan Jianghu will also be very chaotic.
This city of Yuzhou is at the center of the storm, full of dangers and turbulent waves.
Tan Yun's second-grade cultivation level is no problem for ordinary people in the world, but it is obviously not good enough to deal with real masters. If she is exposed, not only will she be hunted down, but An Jing will also be implicated.
This is what worries her the most.
Tan Yun quickly said: "Miss, don't worry, my subordinates will seal the Dantian and block all the energy in the body. Unless there is a life or death crisis, they will never take action..."
Zhao Qingmei narrowed her eyes and said calmly: "Also, even if you find the ghost swordsman, don't act rashly."
After all, they are all women, and she has seen all Tan Yun's recent petty thoughts.
"I...I understand."
At this moment, Tan Yun seemed to have been seen through and quickly lowered his head, not daring to look into Zhao Qingmei's eyes.
Zhao Qingmei patted Tan Yun's shoulder and laughed, "If you can really summon that ghost swordsman into our demon sect, I will count it as a great achievement for you."
The ghost swordsman first killed the two big Tiangangs of Xuan Yiwei, then challenged Puhui Bodhisattva, and now wants to capture Qi Yun of the Zhenyi Sect. This person's actions can be described as unscrupulous and unpredictable. There is a high probability that such a person is
A lone ranger.
Moreover, this person's strength is very extraordinary, and he can also defeat the thousand-year-old black anaconda.
He is indeed a rare talent, especially since the Demon Cult will soon be short of talent.
But the most important thing is whether this person is willing to join the Demon Cult and whether he is loyal enough to her.
If it is feasible, why not let Tan Yun use a beauty trick?
"Teach...the leader...I..."
Tan Yun's face turned red and he stuttered when he spoke.
"Ha ha ha ha!"
Zhao Qingmei laughed when she saw Tan Yun's coy look: "As long as he is willing to join the Demon Cult, I can let him take the position of leader of this Earth Sect."
If the swordsman is really loyal, it is not impossible to promise him the title of Lord of the Earth Sect.
Tan Yun was overjoyed, but soon she seemed to have thought of something, and a cold air surged from the bottom of her heart and went straight to the Tianling Cap.
The leader is going back this time to start a killing spree...
.........
Outside Yuzhou City, Wuliang Temple.
Zhenyi religion is the state religion of Dayan, and there are Taoist temples all over the world, which can be said to be blooming everywhere.
Taoist temples scattered all over the world have disciples of the Zhenyi Sect, and they will also recruit some new disciples locally. If they perform well or perform well, they will be sent to Zhenyi Mountain, the ancestral home of the Zhenyi Sect.
The same is naturally true for the Wuliang Taoist Temple, which is not far from Liumu Villa, about four or five miles away from Lucheng.
"Doctor, please come inside."
Songnian leads the way.
An Jing followed behind and suddenly thought to himself: "Shuiyue doesn't seem to be following..."
For him, this is a good thing.
Li Fuzhou is gone, why are the people in the Demon Cult still staring at me?
Not long after, the two of them arrived at the door of the backyard wing of Wuliang Taoist Temple.
"Boom!"
"Sister, the doctor is here."
Songnian knocked on the door.
"come in."
A light voice came from inside.
Hearing this, Songnian walked in with Anjing.
This is an antique room, with a portrait of Xuanmen Taoist ancestors placed in the center, and underneath is a simple and exquisite incense burner, which is still stained with light smoke at the moment.
On the left side is the bed. At this moment, two pale-faced women are sitting cross-legged, seeming to be adjusting their breath and meditating.
What a coincidence.
An Jing took a look and couldn't help but sigh in his heart. These two female crowns were the same female crowns that guarded Qi Yun last night.
Songnian bowed to the two women and said, "Senior Sister Songyu, Senior Sister Songhe, the doctor is here. Junior brother, please leave first."
Among them, the female crown named Song Yu opened her eyes and couldn't help but light up and said: "You are a handsome young doctor, so that's a good thing."
When Songnian heard this, he coughed slightly, and then slowly backed away.
An Jing stepped forward and said with a smile: "Then please take the pulse of these two immortal girls now."
"good."
Song Yu stretched out her white jade arms and placed them on the table.
An Jing put his fingertips on it, then closed his eyes slightly, feeling the beating of his pulse.
It turns out that these female crowns were also affected last night. Their bodies were impacted by the sword energy of the Suppressing Evil Sword and eroded into their bodies. A first-level master could clear it out, but these female crowns were only fourth- and fifth-level ones.
There is nothing that can be done about the cultivation of character.
"Little doctor, there seems to be something extra on my body. I feel really uncomfortable."
The beautiful eyes of pine jade are full of spring, and the way is delicate.
"The sword energy remains, so this matter is not difficult."
An Jing said calmly, then reached out and took out the silver needle from the medicine box.
To leave the sword energy behind, you only need to pierce the silver needle into his body and then absorb the sword energy.
"Is this serious?"
Next to him, Song He also had a surprised look on his face.
That night, they were troubled by the remaining sword energy of the ghost swordsman and suffered from headaches and discomfort.
An Dingding nodded and said: "Of course, please sit down and I will use the silver needle in my hand to dissolve the sword energy in the fairy's body."
Hearing this, Songyu quickly sat cross-legged.
An Jing took a deep breath, held a silver needle between his fingers and slowly inserted it.
As the silver needle penetrated, a trace of internal energy also poured in and began to absorb the remaining sword energy in Songyu's body.
The faint white smoke floating on the silver needle was the sword energy remaining in Song Yu's body.
"Um......"
Song Yu only felt that the sword energy in his body was beginning to dissolve, and he couldn't help but let out a cheerful voice, "I feel much better, little doctor, you are really good at it."
Song He on the side was greatly amazed. He didn't expect that this annoying and torturing sword energy could be resolved so easily in front of this doctor.
Not long after, An Jing pulled out the silver needle in his hand and looked at Song He, "This fairy lady is your turn."
Songhe couldn't wait and sat down quickly.
Song Yu then began to regulate her breath and soothe the Qi in her body.
The silver needle pierces and white smoke floats out.
Everything was as usual, and soon all the sword energy in Songhe's body was dissolved.
Feeling that relaxed and carefree feeling, Songhe let out a heavy breath.
"Not only is the young doctor handsome, his medical skills are also very good."
Songyu looked at An Jing's face and couldn't help but smile.
An Jing cupped his hands and said, "Xiangu is really joking, but it's just a mediocre skill."
Songyu smiled and stretched his hands to his waist, took out some money, and said: "Young doctor is so humble. Please keep this consultation fee."
"Thank you very much."
An Jing stretched out his hand to take the consultation fee.
Just when my palm was about to touch the silver coin, I suddenly felt a soft stroke on my palm, itching and binding.
"Little doctor, do you want the consultation fee, or do you want me to pledge my life to you?"
Song Yujiao smiled.
An Jing's face suddenly turned red and he quickly retracted his palm, "Xian...Xiangu was joking."
Doctors only give injections to others, not give injections to others...
"Senior sister, you see the little doctor is so shy."
Songhe covered his mouth and chuckled.
Seeing such a scene, the two seemed to become even bolder.
"The slaves are not joking, why don't we have some fun together?" Song Yu grabbed An Jing's arm, then rubbed his arm, pressed it to his ear, and exhaled like blue.
That warm breath seemed to blow away my soul.
Song He also stepped forward, with a charming look in his eyes, and stretched his palms into An Jing's clothes, "Yes, you haven't seen the slave family's all-out skills. Don't you really want to see it...
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"Wait a minute!"
An Jing quickly took two steps back and said seriously to the two female crowns: "I already have a family, and I have nothing else in mind at this time. Besides, I don't dare to offend the two immortal aunts. Please forgive me."
Song Yu glanced at An Jing in surprise, "Are you really the only one with the same intentions?"
"Absolutely true."
An Jing said with a serious face: "If you tell any lies, you will be struck by five thunders from heaven."
We fought hard last night, but not a drop was left...
The two looked at each other, with a hint of disbelief in each other's eyes.
Are there really cats in this world that don’t eat fish?
"In that case, I'll give you this silver." Song Yu curled her lips and threw the silver in her hand to An Jing.
"Thank you two fairies, thank you very much. I'll take my leave now."
An Jing received the money, bowed his hands to the two of them, and retreated out of the house as if he was being pardoned.
"What a pity." Songyu looked at An Jing's back, feeling quite sorry in her heart.
Who wouldn't like such a handsome and shy little doctor?
"This little lady is really nice." Song He also sighed with emotion, and there was a sense of sourness in his heart: "But I have already met my beloved."
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Outside the wing.
"These two prostitutes want to get away with not paying the consultation fee, but they still want to prostitute me for free. It's really a fool's errand."
After walking out of the wing, An Jing let out a breath, then carried his medicine box and walked towards the outside of Wuliang Temple.
He had long heard that the roots of the big tree of the Zhenyi Sect were in a state of decay. He didn't really believe it before, but now it seemed that the rumors were not groundless.
But if you think about it carefully, this is normal.
Zhenyi Sect is the leader in the world of Yan, and it is the state religion above the temple. Xiao Qianqiu is the current national teacher. The emperor of Yan has given him a special order: he will not worship the emperor in the upper court, and will not resign from the emperor in the next court.
Under such a huge thing, there are many factions, a mixture of fish and dragons, and it is normal for moths to breed.
An Jing walked towards the outside of the Taoist temple.
At this moment, two voices sounded.
"Brother Mo Yan, please come this way."
"please."
Following the sound, I saw Master Yuhuai and a man in black brocade clothes and a mask walking from the other side, and seemed to be walking towards the outside.
Master Yuhuai frowned when he saw An Jing: "Who are you?"
"Reply to the Taoist priest, I am the doctor from Jishi Hall in Yuzhou City. This time I am here to consult the fairy aunt."
An Jing quickly cupped his fists and said.
Master Yuhuai nodded slightly and asked, "Can the symptoms be cured?"
"It's been settled. I'm going to leave now."
An Jing replied.
Master Yuhuai said calmly: "Then go back quickly. This place is the backyard and it is not suitable to stay for a long time."
"Yes, I'll take my leave now."
An Jing cupped his hands and walked quickly towards the outside.
"Brother Mo Yan, please."
Master Yuhuai saw An Jing leaving, then stretched out his hand and said.
"good."
Mo Yan nodded and followed behind Master Yuhuai.
.........
"Mo Yan!?"
An Jing frowned. He had heard this name before. Then he thought of something and his eyes suddenly lit up, "Tianji Pavilion!"
Mo Yan was from Tianji Pavilion, and Qi Yun's search for him must have been a secret leaked by people from Tianji Pavilion.
Thinking of this, An Jing felt a chill in his heart.
Jiang Sanjia once said in a letter that Zhao Mengtai was on good terms with the Zhenyi Sect. If he knew that he had Da Luo's inner thoughts, it would be normal for him to tell the Zhenyi Sect.
Qi Yun died last night, why did people from Tianji Pavilion come to find people from Zhenyi Sect?
Could it be that Zhenyi Sect wants the people in Tianji Pavilion to find their whereabouts?
After thinking again and again, An Jing walked out of Wuliang Temple, then went to a corner and changed into clothes.
Today he wanted to see what the purpose of Tianji Pavilion was.
Just when An Jing had just changed his clothes, he saw Mo Yan walking out of the Infinite View, escorted by Master Yuhuai.
"Um!?"
An Jing didn't hesitate at all and quickly followed.
After Mo Yan walked out of the Taoist temple, he stepped on the twigs with his toes, and soon he arrived at a small town outside Yuzhou City.
This town is called Li Town, not far from Yuzhou City, and most of the people in the town are farmers.
Anjing's body movements are flexible and his ability to conceal his aura is rare in the world. Even masters like Puhui Bodhisattva find it difficult to discover his whereabouts.
Even though Mo Yan was very careful, he still didn't notice anyone following him.
Mo Yan walked into the town, turned left and right, then landed in front of two thatched huts, and walked in.
"Is this the Tianji Pavilion stronghold?"
An Jing raised his eyebrows slightly, feeling secretly surprised. He scanned it carefully and was slightly surprised.
This seemingly ordinary thatched house is surrounded by experts. Most of these people have the ability to catch heads with the bronze characters of Xuanyiwei, and some of them have third-grade or even second-grade cultivation.
An Jing jumped up and landed quietly on the thatched hut, squatting down gently. Then the sound of Mo Yan talking to someone came from the thatched hut.
Looking along the subtle light, An Jing saw a middle-aged woman.
The middle-aged woman was plain-looking, wearing a lavender palace dress, and her eyes had a cold green light, making her unforgettable at first sight.
I don't know why, but judging from the energy leaked from the middle-aged woman, it seems a little familiar.
Mo Yan sat down, and the middle-aged woman poured a cup of tea for Mo Yan herself, and then asked: "Brother Mo, was Qi Yun killed?"
Mo Yan took a sip of tea, and then said in a deep voice: "It's a long story, and it makes people feel quite strange after hearing it. This Qi Yun was killed by mistake in a fierce battle between the ghost swordsman and a mysterious master."
"Manslaughter?!"
When the middle-aged woman heard this, she was stunned.
Qi Yun, who was a first-level cultivator, was accidentally killed to death?
If she hadn't known that Mo Yan was not the kind of person who liked to joke, she really wouldn't have believed it.
Mo Yan also had a serious look on his face, "Yes, your Human Sect's intelligence should be able to know the strength of the ghost swordsman. Although Puhui Bodhisattva was severely injured by Lin Yiyang's sword energy, he is still a master after all. The ghost swordsman can defeat him, which shows his strength.
, and the strength of that mysterious master is said to be even more terrifying..."
Speaking of this, Mo Yan looked at the middle-aged woman strangely, "Protector Luo, is that mysterious master Li Fuzhou?"
The middle-aged woman waved her hand and said: "How is it possible? Sect Master Li has left long ago. There are almost no masters of my demon sect left in Yuzhou City."
Of course the leader is still there, but naturally it is impossible to say this to Mo Yan.
Mo Yan also nodded. Although this matter was most likely done by the Demon Sect and was blamed on Buddhism, there were indeed not many demon sects with such strength, and the only one who appeared in Dayan now was Li Fuyi.
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Li Fuzhou had already escaped long after he killed Xi Jikui, so he shouldn't be a member of the Demon Cult.
In this case, who is the mysterious master?
"But no matter what, this matter is beneficial to your demon sect." Mo Yan chuckled lightly.
The turbider the water in Dayan River Lake is, the more suitable it is for the Demon Sect to fish in troubled waters.
An Jing, who was above, heard the conversation between the two and was suddenly shocked.
That woman turned out to be a member of the Demon Cult. Tianji Pavilion was not only involved with the Zhenyi Cult, but also colluded with masters of the Demon Cult.
What exactly does Tianji Pavilion want to do?!
Maybe what does Zhao Mengtai want to do!?
The middle-aged woman smiled and said: "Brother Mo is right, but in my opinion, the water is not muddy enough at the moment."
Mo Yan nodded, "Qi Yun was launched by the Zhenyi Sect. People from the Zhenyi Sect can launch the first one and the second one. Although it takes some effort and cost, for the huge Zhenyi Sect,
It’s not difficult.”
"In my estimation, at this juncture, the masters of Zhenyi Sect may not use this as an excuse to go to war against Buddhism. At most, they will send people to investigate the identity of the ghost swordsman and the mysterious man."
A cold gleam appeared in the middle-aged woman's green eyes, "So, we need to add a little more fuel to this fire, for example, kill Liu Qingshan."
Mo Yan also had a smile on his face, "Once Liu Qingshan dies, the Cao Gang will definitely be leaderless and will definitely be in chaos. Although Guo Yuchun is very wise, he does not have enough strength to intimidate the Cao Gang and many members of the gang. When the time comes, there will be people who are willing to add fuel to the flames and convene this meeting.
Five Gangs Conference......"
Speaking of this, Mo Yan said nothing more.
The Five Gangs Alliance is watched by countless eyes in the world. Some are jealous, some are afraid, some want to squeeze in, some want to disintegrate, and some want to hold it tightly in their hands.
If the Five Gangs Alliance is really successful, then there will be another giant in the world of Dayan, which will add a few uncertain factors to the situation in Dayan.
If he becomes the mastermind behind everything, who can not be tempted?
The middle-aged woman took a deep breath and said: "Is there any other master behind Liu Qingshan's smallpox realm?"
Mo Yan glanced at the middle-aged woman and said, "In the realm of the Six Heavenly Flowers, there should be a master of the Earthly Flower Realm beside him. He should be sent by the prince..."
As for the strength of the Cao Gang, Mo Yan had already investigated it clearly.
The middle-aged woman took a deep breath and said, "The second day of February is a good day."
"Indeed."
Mo Yan nodded.
An Jing heard the voices of the conversation gradually diminishing, and his body left quietly.
Walking on the trail, he took a deep breath, still digesting the news just now.
Tianji Pavilion openly colluded with the Zhenyi Sect, and secretly colluded with the Demonic Sect. It has to be said that the person behind the scenes is really crazy.
"This Second Highness is also a ruthless person..."
You must know that the Demon Cult had formed a rebel army before and tried to overthrow the rule of the Yan Dynasty when the war between Zhao and Dayan broke out, but it failed at that time.
This made the Emperor of Yan make up his mind to expel the demonic sect.
As a member of the royal family, Zhao Mengtai actually dared to collude with the Demon Cult. If this matter was revealed, Zhao Mengtai would definitely be the leader...
"The second day of February?"
An Jing frowned, remembering the letter Jiang Sanjia gave him.
The Zhenyi Sect will definitely not let go of searching for him, and he killed the two great Tiangangs of the Xuanyi Guards, and was also wanted by the Xuanyi Guards. At the same time, he offended the two strongest forces in Dayan, and it was difficult for him to move forward.
In order to make friends with the Zhenyi Cult, Zhao Mengtai must have wanted to catch him, otherwise he would not have leaked information about himself to Qi Yun.
Should I follow what Jiang Sanjia said and take this opportunity to resolve the grudges with the Cao Gang and get on the prince's boat?
Jiang Sanjia said that the prince was kind and he would not make mistakes.
After thinking for a moment, An Jing couldn't help but smile bitterly.
How difficult is it to leave the grudges in the world!?
Wherever there are people, there will be grievances. Where there are grievances, there will be rivers and lakes. People are rivers and lakes. Who can avoid it?
There are so many things in this world, there are people everywhere, and there are rivers and lakes everywhere.
I wish to be a free traveler in the world and never have any friends in the world.
It's a pity that when you were born, one of your feet had already stepped into the world.
"Forget it, let's talk about it then."
An Jing shook his head, "Since Shuiyue has left today, I can find out the secrets in the cave..."
Zhao Qingmei is about to go back to visit her relatives. There must be no dangers along the way. Those two wooden men must be taken out. Otherwise, how could An Jing trust her to come up alone.
.........
Jishitang.
With the arrival of spring, the weather is gradually getting warmer.
Zhao Qingmei sat in front of the hall, holding needle and thread in one hand and an embroidered handkerchief in the other. It seemed to be embroidered with several red roses, and below were patches of lush weeds.
Tan Yun, on the other hand, was lying on the Taishi chair and dozing off, the waves in his chest rising and falling with his breathing.
The little black boy curled up into a ball and lay next to her feet.
With a little sunshine shining down, this scene is warm and comfortable.
"Yu!"
At this moment, the sound of a carriage came from outside the door.
Zhao Qingmei put down the embroidered handkerchief in her hand and walked out curiously.
"Here are three hundred coins, please accept it."
"Doctor An, if I accept this money, I will drown the town master Tumo Xingzi when I go back."
"It's okay, just take it."
"No, no, no, we can't take it. We absolutely can't take it. I'm going back first."
...........
An Jing was seen arguing with a groom, and then the groom left in a hurry.
Next to An Jing, there were two people who were not tall but wearing bamboo hats.
"what happened?"
Zhao Qingmei stepped forward and looked at the two people next to her strangely, "What is this?"
"Let's go back and talk to you."
An Jing picked up the two wooden figures and walked towards the backyard.
The groom was a groom who often ran around in Baima Town.
Zhao Qingmei looked at An Jing's background and quickly followed him.
"Uncle, you are back..."
Hearing the sound, Tan Yun looked sleepy and stretched out his hand to subconsciously wipe the saliva from the corner of his mouth.
"Madam, come quickly, I will show you a good baby."
An Jing said as he walked towards the backyard.
"What kind of treasure is this? I don't get to see it every day."
Zhao Qingmei blinked and smiled.
Hearing this, An Jing staggered in his steps, then looked at Tan Yun with a serious face, "Close the door first."
"It won't close until a quarter of an hour..."
Tan Yun grunted, but still closed the door and closed it.
Zhao Qingmei became even more curious when she saw An Jing's appearance.
Soon, Tan Yun closed the shop skillfully.
Zhao Qingmei couldn't help but ask: "Husband, what is going on?"
"Madam, didn't I tell you last time? I will prepare something for you when you leave this time."
An Jing gently took off the bamboo hats from the two wooden figures, "This is it."
As the bamboo hat fell, two wooden figures appeared in front of them.
"Woof woof!" "Woof woof!"
The little black boy looked at the wooden man and immediately bared his teeth and barked.
"Go, go, let's play."
An Jing kicked him away.
Tan Yun touched the wooden figure and clicked his tongue: "Uncle, this is your handicraft. I didn't expect you to have such a skill."
"I didn't do this." An Jing shook his head and said, "This was done by someone else."
Tan Yun nodded and suddenly realized: "I'm just telling you, how could my uncle have such dexterous hands?"
An Jing: "......"
"Husband, what is this?"
Zhao Qingmei seemed to see that the wooden man was extraordinary, and there seemed to be another mystery inside.
An Jing said slowly: "This is a machine puppet."
"Mechanism puppet!?"
When Zhao Qingmei heard this, she frowned as if she had thought of something, "Is it a puppet of the Mo family?"
An Jing smiled and said: "Madam is indeed from a scholarly family. I didn't expect that even the Mo family knew about it. Yes, this is the puppet of the Mo family."
When Zhao Qingmei heard this, she was shocked. Then she quickly looked at the machine puppet and said, "Husband, is this thing still good?"
How could Zhao Qingmei not know about the Mo family's puppetry technique?
According to the records in the ancient books of the Demon Sect, when the Qin Dynasty was able to dominate the world, the Mohist puppet system was one of the important means.
Unfortunately, with the inexplicable decline of the Qin Dynasty, this puppetry technique also completely disappeared.
Although some mechanism puppets and some Mohist mechanisms were found later, most of them were damaged, and there were no core blueprints and secrets. The imitation mechanisms were far inferior to those of the Mohist family.
An Jing nodded solemnly and said: "That's for sure, these two machine puppets are both at the third level of cultivation."
Zhao Qingmei didn't seem to hear An Jing's words and kept looking at the machine puppet, while Tan Yun also looked at it curiously.
"This is a third-grade cultivation level."
An Jing repeated it again.
what happened!?
Didn't you hear that?
"What!? Isn't that even more powerful than Capt. Han?"
Tan Yun reacted and said with a surprised look on his face.
An Dingying nodded, and then smiled with satisfaction and said: "That's for sure, I can hit a hundred Korean novels."
Zhao Qingmei thought to herself that although there was no blueprint, if she took it back and studied it, there might be a chance to find out the secret of the Mo family organization. What if it succeeded by accident?
Thinking of this, her heart suddenly became hot.
"Husband, how did you get this?" Zhao Qingmei asked with a look of disbelief.
"It's a long story."
An Jing coughed lightly, "That was five years ago, when I went to the mountains to collect medicine. I came across a Tianhua grass on a cliff, and I wanted to pick it off. I never thought that there was something in this cliff.
There is actually another mystery, there is a cave hidden inside, I walked into the cave carefully and found these two wooden figures and some martial arts books."
An Jing had already thought of his words and even included martial arts books that might be found in his bureau.
I see!
When Zhao Qingmei said this, her heart suddenly became enlightened.
Five years ago, An Jing was fourteen or fifteen years old, and had passed the most critical period of strengthening his muscles and bones. In addition, he was poor and had no pills to take. Even if he got this precious martial arts, it would be half the effort with half the effort. He could do some cultivation.
Because it is already very difficult.
"Uncle, I didn't expect you to have such an adventure." Tan Yun stood beside him, his eyes shining brightly.
Aren’t these paragraphs found only in storytellers?
"Yes, it's a pity that these two wooden men seem to be incomplete, but fortunately there is a way to control them."
An Dingding nodded and said: "When the time comes, I will teach the secret of control to Madam, and I will feel more relieved when Madam goes back to visit her."
When Zhao Qingmei heard this, her heart warmed, "Husband, you are really thoughtful."
My husband has such a powerful puppet, but he has never taken it out.
Maybe if he hadn't left, An Jing would never have taken out the wooden man.
He must like to live such a peaceful life without fighting for fame and wealth.
Thinking of this, Zhao Qingmei became more determined in her heart. She must complete her dominance as soon as possible and prevent her brother from falling into this whirlpool of intrigues and competition for fame and wealth.
An Jing smiled and said, "Madam, if you go back next time, I will go back with you."
Zhao Qingmei nodded heavily: "Okay, let's go back together next time."
By next time, I think everything will have been settled.
........
The night is dim.
"You come and go like the wind, my body is just full and then empty..."
Han Wenxin hummed a little tune and walked toward home with brisk steps.
"Creak!"
Opening the door skillfully, Han Wenxin threw away the boots in his hand and lit the candle.
"The old man said that week that I don't usually study, I only know how to wield a knife and a gun."
Han Wenxin walked to the table talking to himself and sneered: "Who knew that I studied hard day and night, and also used what I learned for my own use..."
As he spoke, he took out a copy of "The Shadow of Flowers Behind the Curtain" from the compartment of the bookcase.
"Learn this book today..."
Just when Han Wenxin was about to review the past and learn something new, a figure suddenly appeared in front of the window.
"you you....."
Seeing the person coming, Han Wenxin said with a trembling mouth.
The person who came was none other than the man in black who had beaten him many times before.
"boom!"
Before he could finish speaking the Korean news, a fist hit him fiercely.
"Ouch!"
Han Wenxin quickly covered his eyes.
"I heard that you have reached the sixth level?"
The man in black sneered.
"You...how did you know?" Han Wenxin said in shock and anger.
"Of course I have my reasons."
After the man in black finished speaking, he punched and kicked Han Wenxin, and while beating him, he said: "If you dare to scream, I will come here every day and beat you until you can't take care of yourself."
"woo woo woo woo..."
Han Wenxin grabbed the corners of the chair with both hands and did not dare to speak loudly. He could only whimper helplessly.
After the storm, everything became calm.
After about half a stick of incense, the man in black exhaled heavily, then glanced at the "Shadows of Flowers Parting the Curtain" on the ground, and his eyes couldn't help but light up.
"Do you still have this book?"
Han Wenxin saw his copy of "Flower Shadows Between Curtains" being picked up by the man in black, and wiped the tears from the corners of his eyes, "No... no more, just one copy."
"Really?" The man in black raised his eyebrows: "I don't believe it."
"You!" Han Wenxin suddenly became angry, but said very aggrievedly: "...Who do you think I, Han Wenxin, am."
"Let's put it this way, little catcher, I beat you because I think of you."
"No, you don't have to look down on me."
"boom!"
As soon as Han Wenxin finished speaking, he was hit with another fist, causing tears of pain to flow from his eyes.
"Hurry up and hand over these things." The man in black said angrily: "If I am in a better mood, I can beat you less."
"No...it's really gone." Han Wenxin said pitifully.
"Gone?"
The man in black raised his eyebrows and then walked towards the bookshelf.
"Stop looking for it...it's really gone." Han Wenxin said quickly.
"Whoosh! Whoosh!"
I saw the man in black opening the secret compartment, and suddenly the books were raining down.
Han Wenxin opened his mouth and his face was ashen.
When the man in black saw this, the joy in his eyes was fleeting, and then he looked at Han Wenxin fiercely, "You bastard, you dare to lie to me?"
"Woo...please do good and leave me a copy." Han Wenxin hugged the man in black's calf.
"roll!"
The man in black kicked Han Wenxin away with a look of disgust, skillfully picked up the book on the ground and placed it on the cloth, then carried the volume on his back.
"If I don't watch for a day, I will die..."
The new way of cowardice in Korean.
"Then you die."
After the man in black finished speaking, he stepped on the window lattice, flew away, and disappeared into Han Wenxin's yard in the blink of an eye.
"You bloody thief!"
Han Wenxin stood in front of the window and roared: "I'm going to die... I'm going to die now. After I die, let's see who you beat to vent your anger on!?"