Chapter One Hundred and Thirty-Three - Death in a Moment
Yuzhou City, street market.
An Jing ran towards the outside of the city. He seemed to feel the person chasing him behind him. He breathed a sigh of relief and his heart was in his throat.
The mysterious master caught up with him. At least Tan Yun was not in danger now.
The next moment, a hand gently placed on his shoulder.
The palm seemed to have a strange magic power. It seemed gentle, but it was like a heavy mountain falling on An Jing's shoulders, making him unable to move.
Looking back, he saw an old man with a fairy-like demeanor and a childish face.
Shrink into an inch!
An Jing's heart tightened, and he suddenly knew the cultivation level of the person in front of him.
To be able to possess such terrifying speed is definitely at the master level.
It is rumored that some top masters can even shrink to an inch in a short distance. Shrinking to an inch is also known as the Shukuchi Technique. It seems to be a step, but in fact it moves hundreds of steps.
However, this type of spell requires the consumption of infuriating energy, and it consumes a lot of energy. It is unrealistic to use it to rush on the road. Most of it is used to chase the enemy.
The person in front of me is not only a Grandmaster, but also a top Grandmaster.
Jiang Shang said calmly: "Why are you leaving in such a hurry? Why don't you chat with me about what's on your mind?"
An Jing said calmly: "Your Excellency and I have never met each other, and we should not have any grudges."
His thoughts fell on the book on the ground, and he found that the prompts on the book were still there, which meant that his identity had not been exposed, so why did the master in front of him have murderous intentions for him?
When did he provoke a master?
"Without grace or destiny, I even admire you very much."
Jiang Shang looked at the doctor in front of him and felt a little regretful. When he came to Jiangnan Road, he didn't find this piece of raw jade. It's a pity that this piece of raw jade has now turned into a stubborn stone.
If you miss the best time to hone your muscles and bones, unless you have a great opportunity, it will be difficult to make progress.
Unless those Confucian scholars who are studying have a literary palace in their bodies, as long as they manifest themselves, they can become saints in one day.
"Admire me?"
An Jing looked at the old man in front of him and his brain began to think rapidly.
“The great road comes from the same origin, and the different paths lead to the same destination.”
Jiang Shang smiled and said, "I didn't expect such words to come from the mouth of a doctor like you."
"Master Jiang!?"
An Jing's heart was shocked, and he suddenly thought of something.
This Mr. Jiang is indeed his black opportunity, but why does he want to kill him!?
At this moment, the streets were sparsely populated, and most of the people in Yuzhou City had gone to the Mu family to congratulate them.
From time to time, people looked at An Jing strangely, wondering why he was talking to himself, as if he didn't notice Jiang Shang at all.
An Jing frowned, the person in front of him was a top master.
"The thousand-year-old black anaconda is at the bottom of Qinghe Pier. It is almost impossible for me to escape from him. That is to say, today is my ten-death situation, which is the murderous plan that Jiang Sanjia spent five years calculating. ."
Thinking of this, An Jing felt a coldness emerge from the soles of his feet, and then this coldness rushed straight to Tianling Gai.
"I really like chatting with you about daily life."
Jiang Shang did not answer An Jing's words, but turned around and looked at the prosperous and lively Yuzhou City, "Do you know why I want to stay in this Yuzhou City?"
An Jing was thinking about how to escape, and said perfunctorily: "I don't know."
Compared with Jiang Shang's leisurely mood, he was extremely nervous.
"Searching for the secret of immortality."
Jiang Shang said quietly: "I have been hiding in Dayan for decades and searching for several years, and finally found some clues. There is a kind of blood in this world called immortal blood."
An Jing raised his eyebrows and asked doubtfully: "Immortal blood?"
Immortality!?
Immortal blood!?
Regarding the mystery of immortality, he couldn't help but think of what Puhui Bodhisattva once said. He said that the mystery of immortality was hidden at the bottom of the seal.
An Jing's pupils shrank slightly, and he recalled that when he and Li Fuzhou were fighting on Sanmiao Mountain, a mysterious master seemed to appear.
It seems that this person is Mr. Jiang.
"Yes, it is immortal blood. The immortal blood contains the secret of immortality."
Jiang Shang's tone rose slightly, and the hope in his eyes was even more undisguised, "Throughout the ages, how many princes, generals, ministers, masters, and great figures in the world have all been defeated by the years. None of them has monstrous power and top-notch strength.
, but in the end they all turned into a handful of dirt.”
An Jing's heart moved. He could obtain the secret of immortality by not dying through blood. Is this true or false?
He has naturally studied the secret of immortality, but An Jing has never heard of immortal blood, let alone the real elusive immortality.
This Master Jiang is definitely an extraordinary master, and he is hiding in Yuzhou City to seek immortality.
Thinking of this, An Jing sank into an abyss.
Why should we kill such a person?
Jiang Shang seemed to want to find someone to talk to, and said, "You said you want power, fame, wealth, and beauty. What's the point?"
As the leader of the Demon Cult, Jiang Shang has had power, fame and fortune for decades, but he has never thought about staying away from fame, fortune and power.
On the contrary, Jiang Shang's heart was more eager and fanatical for fame and fortune.
However, he knows that if a person dies, all the power, fame and fortune will turn into smoke. If he wants to hold all the power, fame and fortune in his hands, the only way is to live forever.
An Jing said: "There are meteors and stars in this vast sky. Many people like these stars, but I like meteors. Although meteors are short-lived, the brilliance of that moment is dazzling and unforgettable."
"Hahaha."
When Jiang Shang heard this, he couldn't help laughing, "Then why not be an eternal meteor?"
Jiang Shang looked relaxed, as if he was having a heart-to-heart with a friend he hadn't seen for many years.
An Jing frowned secretly, and through just a few words, he could feel the madness and ambition in Mr. Jiang's bones.
"Doctor An, do you know this worldly master?"
Jiang Shang's smile faded slightly.
"Know."
An Jing glanced at Mr. Jiang, nodded, and thought to himself: Aren't you the same one?
“The great road comes from the same origin, and the different paths lead to the same destination.”
Jiang Shang's eyes gradually became cold, "In my eyes, you, like all other living beings, are nothing more than ants in the palm of my hand. You can destroy them with my hand. The same is true for your way. I can destroy them with my hand, so they are not worth mentioning."
"This is the difference between you and me."
An Jing frowned, already sensing the murderous intention in Jiang Shang's heart.
Just now she was chatting and laughing with him, but the next moment she wanted to kill him.
"Why do you have to kill me?"
"No reason, I just want to kill someone today."
Jiang Shang sneered and said: "Don't you like this shooting star, Doctor An? In that case, I will let you be this shooting star, even though your brilliance has not completely shined..."
As he spoke, Jiang Shang stepped forward.
Boom!
With just one step, An Jing felt his mind shake, as if a violent explosion had occurred.
The tremendous pressure fell from the sky, almost swallowing him up.
despair!
horrible!
The boundless darkness instantly occupied his soul.
When he faced Puhui Bodhisattva, Puhui Bodhisattva was seriously injured and had to suppress Lin Yiyang's sword energy, so he couldn't display much of his strength at all.
Anjing, on the other hand, relied on the soul of a thousand-year-old black anaconda to be burned, and used the secret technique of ghost transformation. His strength skyrocketed, and he was able to fight against the Bodhisattva Puhui.
But the Master Jiang in front of him was much more mysterious and powerful than the Puhui Bodhisattva, and it seemed that he would not hold back at all once he made a move.
The terrifying grandmaster's pressure and energy unexpectedly gathered at one point, and they all rushed towards An Jing.
"Boom!" "Boom!"
The next moment, An Jing felt the wind filling his ears, as if there were wind and thunder falling in front of his eyes. He looked up and saw a huge black palm print falling in the sky.
It was as if it was not the palm falling, but the blue sky falling.
The black palm print fell like an ancient mountain, carrying a terrifying and unstoppable power, while he stood below like a small boat teetering in the wind and rain.
"What a terrifying strength."
An Jing looked at the palm print and knew that even if he tried his best, he could not stop it.
The thousand-year-old black anaconda is too far away from here, and I can't control it to come. Even if I reveal my strength, there is almost no possibility of escape.
On the contrary, Jiang Ye will be crushed and ashes will be thrown away, which may even lead to greater black opportunities.
"No, we must not expose our strength."
With a sudden change of mind, he knew that even if his strength was exposed, he would definitely die.
Boom! Boom!
The palm print that covered the sky finally fell, making a deafening sound that shattered An Jing's eardrums.
Then An Jing's entire body was annihilated.
Everything returns to peace, everything returns to nothingness.
In the market, Jiang Shang's dry palm gently placed on An Jing's Tianling Cap, and An Jing's pupils opened and then lost all their divine light.
"Dr. An."
The look in his eyes was extremely cold, "This is your way and my way."
After saying that, Jiang Shang slowly retracted his palm, then turned and walked away.
"thump!"
An Jing's body seemed to have lost its support and fell heavily to the ground.
"This brother." When a passing scholar saw this, he squatted down and shouted: "What's wrong with you? Wake up! Wake up!"
But An Jing fell to the ground, motionless.
"This...isn't this Dr. An from Jishi Hall?"
"He is a good doctor."
"What's wrong with him? Is he overworked?"
.......
When passers-by saw this, they quickly gathered around and some recognized An Jing.
When the scholar heard this, he said: "So this man is the doctor of good fortune in Yuzhou City."
An Jing is a well-known doctor in Yuzhou City. Especially at the end of last year, he saved a person in Baima Town and became a well-known miracle doctor in Yuzhou City.
"Look, what's wrong with Dr. An?" Someone quickly asked: "Why do I feel like I'm out of breath..."
"Isn't he dead?" The person next to him asked in shock.
When the scholar heard this, he put his finger on An Jing's breath, and then his expression changed drastically.
"What's wrong?" people around asked quickly.
"No...no breathing."
The scholar's face was pale and his voice was trembling: "Really...really...dead."
coax!
Hearing this, the entire market immediately caused an uproar, and everyone was shocked.
The miracle doctor of Yuzhou City died suddenly while walking on the street!?
"Quickly, go to Jishitang and contact Dr. An's family!"
Someone reacted.
.........
East Rota.
Zhao Qingmei is dressed in plain white clothes, and her exquisite and beautiful facial features are as if they were painted. At this moment, she is sitting at the table, looking at the information and secret letters sent from the demon sect from all over the world.
It's just a whirlpool of clouds, a shuttle of jade, a light and thin shirt, and a pair of snails with light frown.
About half an hour later, Zhao Qingmei put down her pen and then slowly stood up.
Lian moved closer and came to the window.
Through that window, you can see the most prosperous street market in Dongluoguan.
At this time, the market was bustling with traffic, people coming and going, and it was noisy and lively.
For some reason, her heart suddenly jumped.
"Um!?"
This was not a whim, but a pull of blood, but this feeling soon disappeared.
"Magic seal?"
Zhao Qingmei took out the paper figure in her arms and twisted it slightly, but this time the paper figure did not respond at all.
"This should be the busiest time for Jishi Hall."
Zhao Qingmei chuckled lightly, raised her head and looked at the sky in the distance, feeling a little lost.
"Boom!"
"Leader!"
At this moment, Yu Qiurong's voice sounded outside the door.
"come in."
Zhao Qingmei said calmly.
Yu Qiurong walked in slowly and whispered: "Master, the deputy leader of the Golden Eagle Flag has arrived and is in the main hall."
"Oh? Then let's go and meet."
Zhao Qingmei said.
The Golden Eagle Banner is one of the Thirteen Banners of the Later Jin Dynasty, and its combat power is considered very powerful among the Thirteen Banners. When the Holy Lord of the Later Jin Dynasty unified the prairie in Chun, the Golden Eagle Banner was his vanguard.
Just a few days ago, the deputy flag master of the Golden Eagle Banner sent a secret letter saying that he wanted to make an appointment with the leader of the Demon Cult. Zhao Qingmei happened to be in Dongluo Pass and asked Yu Qiurong to agree.
Zhao Qingmei waved her sleeves and then walked towards the main hall.
There are very few demon sect masters on the road, they are all bodyguards.
"Meet the leader!"
The moment they saw Zhao Qingmei, they all knelt on the ground. It wasn't until Zhao Qingmei left for dozens of seconds that they dared to stand up slowly.
Not long after, the two came to the main hall.
At this time, there was a middle-aged man with a resolute face sitting on the left side of the hall, wearing Dayan clothes. Behind him were several men in strong clothes.
"What a beautiful person."
One of the men was about twenty years old. When he saw Zhao Qingmei walking in, his eyes suddenly lit up and his heart started beating rapidly.
"Wan Yanyue, the deputy leader of the Golden Eagle Flag, has met the leader."
The middle-aged man was shocked and quickly stood up.
Before coming, Hou Jin had already found out the information that the new leader of the Demon Cult was very young. However, he did not expect that the leader of the Demon Cult was not only young, but also such a stunning woman.
Zhao Qingmei walked up to the high platform and sat down, then said: "You're welcome, sit down."
Wan Yanyue sat down and said with a smile: "I have long heard that the leader of the Demon Cult is so famous that he shocks the world. When I see him today, he is indeed extraordinary and an extraordinary person."
The Demon Cult is still quite famous in the world, especially when Jiang Shang was the leader of the Demon Cult, it was even more notorious. However, there are only some sporadic rumors among Hou Jin people, so most people in the Hou Jin Dynasty have no idea about the Demon Cult.
Not as fearful as Dayan.
Zhao Qingmei's expression was indifferent, her red lips parted slightly: "There is no need to say anything else. I don't like to beat around the bush with others. If you have anything to say, just talk about the business."
His eyebrows are as curved as a pool of clear water. Together with his unique heroic spirit and his indifferent expression, he has formed a unique temperament.
"I, the Jin people, admire the leader's straightforward speaking."
When Wan Yanyue heard this, a glint appeared in his eyes, he clasped his fists and asked, "Does the leader know the current situation in Dayan?"
"Know."
Zhao Qingmei said calmly, as if she had guessed Wanyan Yue's intention in her heart, and then she began to think rapidly.
Now the interior is in chaos. The evil tiger Hou Jin has been coveting for a long time seems to have finally been unable to bear it anymore and wants to open his sharp claws.
"Since the leader knows about it, I will stop talking nonsense."
Wan Yanyue took a deep breath and said: "Now that the Emperor of Yan is uncertain, the situation is precarious, and the Zhao family has lost its deer, it is a great opportunity. I, the Empress, Holy Master Jin, are going to invite the leader to banish him together."
A gleam of light appeared in Zhao Qingmei's eyes: "Chasing them together!?"
Wanyan Yue said with a smile: "That's right, in addition to your sect, my Holy Lord has also invited Zhao, Nanman and many other forces in the world to form an encirclement on Dayan, with the potential to defeat Dayan in one fell swoop."
In his opinion, all forces are preparing to take action, and the Yan Dynasty will definitely fall apart. This is also a huge opportunity for the Demon Sect.
Hou Jin can also officially enter the ancestral land of the world.
"It's certainly a good time."
Zhao Qingmei nodded slightly.
Wanyan Yue was shocked: "Then what does your religion mean by saying this?"
Zhao Qingmei said calmly: "Our demon sect is just a sect, it is enough to live in a small corner, and we are not interested in the general trend of the world."
As soon as Zhao Qingmei finished speaking, Wan Yanyue and several masters of the Later Jin Dynasty behind him had expressions of surprise on their faces.
The Demon Sect once organized rebels to plot rebellion, but now they say they just want to live in peace?
"I wonder if your religion has any fears or worries?"
At this moment, the young man behind Wan Yanyue stepped forward and said.
Zhao Qingmei glanced at Wanyan Yue.
Wanyan Yue's heart moved and he said with a smile: "He is Chen Kang, the son of the owner of the Golden Eagle Banner. He can completely represent what I mean."
"No."
Zhao Qingmei gently picked up the tea on the table and took a sip.
Chen Kang frowned and said, "Then why...?"
"presumptuous!"
Yu Qiurong shouted coldly, "My leader said, if I can't cooperate with you, I won't cooperate with you. You have too many problems."
Chen Kang ignored Yu Qiurong and continued: "This matter is not a trivial matter. I can wait here for a few days. It will not be too late to make a decision after your teacher has considered it."
Speaking of this, Chen Kang couldn't help but glance at Zhao Qingmei a few more times, the light in his eyes fleeting.
"Outsiders are not welcome here."
Zhao Qingmei put down the teacup and said.
"I may not be an outsider."
Chen Kang laughed and said rather proudly.
"You are looking for death!" Yu Qiurong's eyes suddenly flashed with cold light, and the sword in his hand was also placed across his chest.
Wanyan Yue hesitated to speak at the side, but finally said nothing.
Zhao Qingmei always had an expressionless face, as calm as still water.
Chen Kang didn't care about Yu Qiurong's threat and said, "Is this the way the Demon Cult treats guests?"
"no."
Yu Qiurong said calmly.
"Then what do you mean?"
Chen Kang also had a hint of coldness in his eyes, "I, the 110,000 soldiers of the Golden Eagle Flag, are not far from the Dongluo Pass. You have to think clearly..."
Wanyan Yuegang wanted to stop it, but it was too late.
The expression of the guard behind Chen Kang changed drastically.
"oh?"
Zhao Qingmei smiled after hearing this: "110,000?"
Chen Kang said with a smile: "Don't worry, this leader, after all, your sect has always been law-abiding. As long as you know how to judge the situation in the future, my cavalry of Houjin will definitely not step into this Dongluo Pass."
Wan Yanyue was sweating heavily on his forehead. He seemed to want to explain, but he didn't know how to explain.
Zhao Qingmei asked: "What does it mean to assess the situation? Do you want to treat your Excellency as a guest?"
"Exactly, I can reluctantly show the sincerity of your demon sect."
Chen Kang showed a hint of pride.
Demonic Cult!?
Under my hundred thousand cavalry, you don't have to surrender obediently.
Zhao Qingmei nodded slightly and said nothing.
"bass!"
The next moment, a cold light came, too fast to detect.
All the masters of Houjin who were present felt that a sharp and cold energy was coming, and their hairs stood on end.
"Gurgling-!"
Chen Kang's pupils opened, with a trace of disbelief in his eyes. A blood mark appeared on his neck, and blood continued to flow out, and then he fell to the ground with a plop.
"Chen Kang!"
"Young Flag Master!"
Everyone in Houjin looked shocked when they saw this scene.
Yu Qiurong withdrew the sword in his hand and said calmly: "This is the way our demon sect treats guests."
"you!"
When a guard saw this, there was a hint of anger in his eyes.
People from the Demon Sect actually dare to kill Chen Kang!?
That was the son of the owner of the Golden Eagle Flag.
Seeing this, Wan Yanyue's eyes flashed with joy, and then his face filled with anger, "What does your teaching mean? Why do you want to kill people? Do you want to start a war?"
Yu Qiurong sneered: "Go back and tell your Holy Lord, and see if he will take revenge for the son of the Golden Eagle Flag owner."
"Don't say it's him, even if you all died today, you Holy Master wouldn't dare to act rashly!"
Chen Kang's high status does not mean that he will have a high status in Houjin. It is definitely unrealistic to attack Dongluo Pass for Chen Kang.
And what Yu Qiurong said later was naturally a bit exaggerated. After all, she didn't know much about the Holy Lord.
Wan Yanyue and others were shocked and angry.
"Send them away."
After Zhao Qingmei finished speaking, she stood up and walked towards the house.
Yu Qiurong's eyes were cold. Standing on the high platform, her beautiful eyes were like two sharp swords looking at Wan Yanyue and others.
"let's go!"
Wan Yanyue said in a deep voice.
"yes!"
Several people behind him looked at each other, but the one who had no choice but to carry Chen Kang's body walked towards the outside of Dongluo Tower.
After all, this place is the base camp of the Demon Cult, Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon, and there are so many masters. They couldn't see clearly the move made by the leader of the Suzaku Seat just now, let alone a more terrifying leader of the Demon Cult.
Soon, the group of people walked out of Dongluo Pass.
"Let's go quickly, be careful of the demon sect attacking us." Wan Yanyue glanced behind him and said quickly.
"Is the demon sect really so courageous?" Chen Kang's guards all felt chilled in their hearts.
Wanyan Yue snorted coldly: "You may not be very familiar with that demon sect. If the leader of that demon sect takes action today, we may not be able to escape."
One of the guards said in a low voice: "The Deputy Flag Master has traveled to Dayan, and he knows the devil's sect's style and deeds well. We'd better listen to him and leave quickly."
The guard next to him sighed: "Now that the young master is dead, let's go back, fear..."
Wanyan Yue sighed: "I can't blame anyone else for Chen Kang's death. I will truthfully report it to the flag owner when the time comes."
Regarding Chen Kang's death, he did not feel the slightest surprise. Chen Kang had been living in Houjin, and he was the leader of the Golden Eagle Flag. He was extremely arrogant. How could he see the unrivaled beauty of the leader of the Demon Cult?
Not excited?
Coupled with his constant hints and compliments before coming this time, it was obvious that he had completely lost his mind.
A good death, a good death!
Wan Yanyue was ecstatic in her heart, but her face still looked worried.
"Thank you, Deputy Flag Master."
After hearing Wan Yanyue's words, several people showed gratitude on their faces.
"Stop talking, let's go quickly." Wanyan jumped on the horse and shouted: "Drive!"
.........
Yuzhou City, entrance of Jishi Hall.
The waiter in the teahouse saw a group of people rushing towards Jishi Hall and couldn't help but said: "What's going on?"
"No! Doctor An is dead!"
"Let, let, let! Doctor An is dead!"
.......
A large group of people rushed towards Jishi Hall in a hurry. Niu Fu at the front was striding towards the hall carrying An Jing's body on his back.
"What!? Dr. An is dead?"
When the teahouse waiter heard this, he suddenly froze.
"Miss Tan..."
As soon as Niu Fu entered the door, he saw Tan Yun standing in front of the counter.
"Uncle..."
When Tan Yun saw An Jing behind Niu Fu, thunder exploded in his heart, and he was stunned.
There was a trace of red in Niu Fu's eyes, "Dr. Xiao An was walking on the street. For some reason, he suddenly... Hey, please forgive me."
"Dr. Xiaoan is a good man."
"In this world, good people are really not rewarded. People like him should have lived a long life."
Everyone sighed, and some had tears in their eyes.
"Hurry up and write a letter to your lady, asking her to come back soon." Niu Fu sighed deeply, and then put An Jing's body down.
At this moment, Tan Yun's entire mind was blank, and he stood there blankly, as if he had not heard Niu Fu's words.
How could she not know the cause of this sudden death?
It must have been Jiang Shang who killed my uncle.
The top grandmaster takes action, how can he still survive?
"You guys should leave, leave now."
Niu Fu saw the people surrounding him and said, "Let Dr. Xiaoan's family calm down."
The neighbors all shook their heads, sighed, and then dispersed.
"Niu Fu, I want you to help me with something."
After a long while, Tan Yun finally spoke.
Niu Fu said, "Just say it."
Tears welled up in Tan Yun's eyes and he whispered: "I want you to go to Faxi Temple and ask Monk Jingse to come and let him take care of my uncle's funeral."
Niu Fu paused and then sighed: "Okay, I'll go now."
Miss Zhao has gone back to visit relatives. I don’t know when she will come back. By the time she comes back, it will probably be too late to arrange the funeral arrangements.
Then Niu Fu hurriedly walked out of the door.
"Woof woof! woof woof!"
At this time, the little black boy ran over and licked An Jing who was lying on the ground.
Tan Yun slowly squatted down and looked at the familiar face.
It was an uncomfortable feeling, just like when her mother died, she felt so empty inside, as if there was nothing left.
"Uncle, you are too stingy." "Although I am a little maid, I still have to tell you that you can't be so stingy."
"Uncle, Xiaoyun has an unkind request, I don't know whether I should tell it or not."
"Uncle, then I did it for you in vain."
"Uncle, I will definitely repay you."
"I listen to my uncle in everything."
"Who said I was lazy? I just went... I just went to see the little black boy and see if it was dead..."
"If I lie, I'll let the little black boy be struck by lightning!"
"Uncle, what kind of cakes did you bring?"
........
Scenes of the past are imprinted in front of my eyes, as if they happened yesterday, but then everything turned into a passing cloud.
"Uncle...you can never buy me pastries again."
Tan Yun gently tugged on An Jing's clothes and choked up, "I will never be lazy again, uncle."
No matter what she said, An Jing would lie motionless on the ground.
Thinking of the past, every time Tan Yun was troubled and unhappy alone, he would talk to An Jing.
From then on, she could no longer feel this kind of comfort. She sat blankly on the threshold, holding her curled legs with her hands, sadness and longing solidified between her brows, her usually shining eyes were blurred, and the tip of her nose was sour.
A stream of clear tears burst out of her eyes, flowed to the corner of her mouth and went into her mouth. It was a salty feeling. She pursed her lips and couldn't control herself anymore. She let the tears flow wildly, covered her face and cried bitterly.
"woo woo woo woo......."
In Jishi Hall, there was only the sound of Tan Yun sobbing.
"Woof woof! woof woof!"
The little black boy kept shouting and jumping up and down, then walked over to An Jing and licked it.
If it had been like this before, it would have been scolded, but today nothing happened.
"No, I can't cry anymore."
Tan Yun wiped the tears from the corners of his eyes and said, "I want to tell the news to the lady as soon as possible, and I also want to leave here as soon as possible."
Jiang Shang is an extremely dangerous person, a complete lunatic. No one knows whether he will kill him or not.
"I'm going to find the master!"
The first thing Tan Yun thought of was not Zhao Qingmei, but Li Fuzhou who was heading to Yujing City.
"Yes, I want to find Master."
Tan Yun wiped the tears from the corners of his eyes with his sleeves, then looked at An Jing lying on the ground: "Uncle, I have to leave, I have to leave here..."
When Tan Yun said this, he couldn't help but burst into tears again.
She thought she would never cry again, but now she knows that when sadness and pain reach the extreme, tears will flow down involuntarily.
I glanced at the familiar Jishi Hall. The counters, chairs, plants and trees here...
And An Jing on the ground, Tan Yun felt particularly reluctant to let go, as if a piece of his heart had been gouged out.
"Little Hei Zai, I have to leave."
Tan Yun touched the little black boy's head and said softly: "If there is another chance in the future, we might meet again."
"Woof woof! woof woof!"
The little black boy kept shouting, as if he felt that today was unusual.
"Uncle..."
Tan Yun did not dare to look at An Jing who was lying on the ground. He turned around and said, "I'm leaving. I will definitely come back to see you later. I can't deal with your funeral affairs. Mr. Han will take care of you later."
funeral affairs."
Tan Yun said, walking towards the outside of the hall.
"Woof woof woof!"
The little black boy followed him as usual.
Tan Yun paused when he reached the door, but couldn't help but look back at An Jing who was lying on the ground. Then he took off his outer shirt and covered An Jing.
"Uncle...Uncle...I really left, I will definitely come back."
Tan Yun's tears continued to flow, and his lips were bitten with blood.
After saying that, she strode out of the hall without daring to look back.
"Woof woof!" "Woof woof!"
The little black boy quickly followed him, but by the time he ran out the door, Tan Yun had disappeared.
This life is short and rarely perfect.
.......
Faxi Temple, Wenxin Hall.
A monk was cleaning with a broom, and then wiped the Buddha statue in the Wenxin Hall.
"Um!?"
At this moment, the monk was shocked when he saw the Questioning Heart Futon and said, "Why is there a hole in this Questioning Heart Futon?"
When I picked up the Asking Heart futon and took a look, I saw a hole in the center of the futon, as if it had been pierced by something hard.
At this moment, a figure quietly prepared to sneak into the Hall of Questioning the Heart.
"Uncle Jingse!"
The monk saw the visitor and said respectfully.
The entire Faxi Temple knew that the person in front of them was Jiese, the disciple of Faxi Temple who presided over the Dharma Enlightenment.
Han Wenxin laughed twice and said, "Huixin, are you cleaning the Hall of Questioning Heart today?"
"yes."
The monk named Huixin said strangely: "I don't know why, but there is a hole on the Wenxin futon..."
Han Wenxin's eyes widened, then he took a few glances and said, "This hole is quite big, not bad."
"Uncle, don't worry."
Hui Xin said slowly: "It's not big at all, just let Hui Chong make up for it tomorrow."
The corner of Han Wenxin's mouth twitched, and then he said angrily: "I heard that Senior Brother Jiehe seems to have something to do with you."
"Looking for me?" Hui Xin said with an embarrassed look on her face: "But I haven't cleaned this place yet... Forget it, I'll clean it up again later."
Han Wenxin said: "Leave this place to me and I will clean it for you."
"How...how can this be done?"
Huixin said quickly.
"It doesn't matter. I have nothing to do anyway. You should go quickly. Senior Brother Jie Hui is looking for you because he has something urgent to do. It would be bad if he goes late."
"Then I'll trouble Uncle Jingse."
Hui Xin looked grateful. She didn't expect that Master Jing Se, who had just arrived here not long ago, would turn out to be such a kind person.
Hearing the word 'quit sex', Han Wenxin's face darkened, and he quickly waved his hands and said: "Go, go, go."
Huixin didn't dare to delay any longer, so she hurriedly put down the things in her hands and walked out of the hall.
After seeing Huixin leaving, Han Wenxin suddenly smiled with wide-eyed brows.
"This shabby temple doesn't have much fun on weekdays. I won't be allowed to come down from the mountain. After waiting for a year, I will definitely return to secular life... I hope the gun won't be rusty by then."
Just when Han Wenxin was about to sit on the Qinxin futon, a voice sounded outside the door.
"Quit sex! Quit sex!"
"Who's going to interrupt my happy time again."
Han Wenxin muttered, and then responded with great reluctance: "What's going on?"
Jie Ai hurriedly walked in, "Jie Se, do you still remember the doctor who came with you?"
Han Wenxin said: "I know, that's my half-brother."
"The doctor died suddenly."
"What did you say?"
"The doctor suddenly died on the street today."
Han Wenxin waved his hand and said with a smile: "Impossible. He said it himself. He has paid attention to health care since ten years ago. He eats wolfberry, rehmannia glutinosa and poria cocos as food. How can he die?"
Others don't know An Jing, but he knows very well that he pays attention to maintaining his health on weekdays, and his two kidneys are made of iron.
Jie He clasped his hands together and said with a serious face: "This is true. The doctor suddenly collapsed on the street and lost his breath. Now everyone in Yuzhou City knows about it. It is said that a Yaman came to the temple specially.
I tell you this news and ask you to go there."
"You...didn't you see the joke?"
When Han Wenxin saw Jie Ai's expression, he thought that Jie Ai was not a joking person on weekdays.
"That fang is right outside the door."
When Han Wenxin heard this, he immediately rushed out the door.
"Why."
Looking at Han Wenxin's running figure, Jiehe shook his head slightly.
...........
Yuzhou City, Jishi Hall.
Han Wenxin stood next to An Jing's body with an ugly expression, "How did Brother An die?"
"Others said he died suddenly and suddenly." Niu Fu sighed, and then said strangely: "That maid was there a few hours ago."
At this time, Tan Yun had long disappeared, and there was only a little black dog lying next to An Jing.
Han Wenxin took a deep breath, "Brother An, he has a lot of cultivation, and he is a doctor. He knows his body very well. It is absolutely impossible for him to die suddenly. He must have some enemies..."
Speaking of this, Han Wenxin's face was solemn.
He had been a policeman in Yuzhou City for two years, so he was very familiar with some matters in the world. It was absolutely impossible for An Jing to die suddenly.
"Enemy!?"
Niu Fu was stunned.
Han Wenxin continued his analysis: "There is also Tan Yun. She may have known some secrets and has died in an accident, or she may have run away because of fear of her enemies."
Niu Fu opened his mouth: "What should we do now?"
He is just an ordinary fang.
Han Wenxin sighed deeply. An Jing must have offended a master in the martial arts world, which is why he suffered such a fatal disaster. He was able to kill people quietly on the street. This person's strength was definitely extremely high.
"Waiting for the autopsy to be done..."
Thinking of this, Han Wenxin clenched his fists tightly, with a hint of scarlet in his eyes.
"Amitabha!"
At this moment, a childish voice came from outside the door.
"Master!"
Hearing this voice, Han Wenxin was shocked and quickly turned around to look.
The person who came was none other than Faxi Temple, who presided over the Dharma Enlightenment.
"Master, come and see Brother An's body..."
Although the examination of corpses is professional, it involves the motives of some top martial arts masters, and they obviously cannot detect it.
Fawu sighed, then glanced at An Jing lying on the ground, "He is already dead."
"How did you die?" Han Wenxin said through gritted teeth.
"Die a natural death."
Fa Wu paused and then said.
As a first-level master, he could naturally tell that An Jing died due to his heart being broken, but he hesitated for a moment and still did not say it.
You must know that if An Jing's heart can be broken without hurting his body, his cultivation level will definitely be no less than his own.
If Han Wenxin really wanted to avenge this doctor, he would definitely die.
The grievances and grievances in the world, you kill me, I kill you, in the end it is an endless cycle of reincarnation.
"I do not believe."
Han Wenxin said breathlessly.
"Idiot, don't be blinded by hatred."
Fa Wu sighed: "It's better to prepare his funeral arrangements as soon as possible."
Han Wenxin was in such pain, so he naturally understood the Dharma because he had just experienced it.
"I have to wait until Wu Zuo comes."
Han Wenxin clenched his fists tightly, and his nails dug into his flesh and blood oozed out.
Not long after, the three gangsters from Yuzhou City arrived. The three of them studied An Jing's body for a long time, but found nothing.
"Captain Han, there is nothing strange about him."
The three gangsters looked at each other and sighed.
When Han Wenxin saw this, his eyes were filled with helplessness.
Niu Fu patted Han Wenxin on the shoulder and said, "Let's take care of Dr. Xiaoan's funeral. I can't wait until Miss Zhao comes back."