Chapter 213 The Demon Cult Leader Raises Foreign Pets
Looking at the crying Qingqing Tan Yun who collapsed on the ground, An Jing felt angry and funny.
In her impression, An Jing had died in Yuzhou City a long time ago and suddenly appeared in Dongluo Pass. What else could this be if it wasn't a ghost?
Thinking of this, An Jing couldn't help but want to tease Tan Yun.
There was no expression on An Jing's face, and he asked coldly: "Tan Yun, tell the truth, what have you done to regret me?"
Tan Yun quickly stretched out his three fingers, gritted his teeth and said, "No, no, I, Tan Yun, swear to God, I have never done anything to disgrace my uncle."
An Jing raised his eyebrows, "Really?"
Tan Yun saw those eyes and immediately whispered: "In addition to stealing the pastries bought by my uncle, I also stole my uncle's medicinal herbs."
"Any more?"
"The clothes you wore before were not bitten by the little black guy, but because I washed them too hard, and I touched your tea leaves, so I secretly swept them up and threw them back, and..."
Tan Yun sat on the ground and sobbed like he was pouring beans: "There are many more that I can't remember. No matter how hard you press me, I can't remember them."
When An Jing heard this, the smile in his heart had long since disappeared, and he was left with only anger, "I died so miserably. I still need a maid down there. I have to take you down today."
Tan Yun burst into tears and said: "Oh, oh, oh, uncle, I was wrong. Can you not take me away? The master has not been rescued yet. I will leave with you when I ask the leader to rescue the master."
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"Hahahahaha!"
When An Jing saw this, he couldn't hold back his laughter anymore.
Why would a second-level master be so stupid?!
Thinking of this, the more he thought about it, the more normal he felt. It was normal for his wife and Li Fuzhou's minds to deceive him. The reason why Tan Yun was able to deceive him was entirely because of his stupidity.
It is hard for anyone to imagine that the protector of the Demon Sect's Human Sect could be so big-hearted and brainless.
"Uncle, you. you."
Tan Yun took a few steps back, "Are you a human or a ghost?"
An Jing smiled and said, "Do you think I am a human or a ghost?"
"So you're not a ghost!"
Tan Yun suddenly reacted and looked at An Jing in front of him angrily, "You lied to me?"
My uncle has been killed by the old leader Jiang Shang, how can he still be alive?
There are some masters in the world who are extremely good at disguise. It is not impossible for them to disguise themselves as An Jing, but this is the leader's other courtyard, and the leader is much smarter than her.
Tan Yun stared at An Jing closely with his big eyes, and his expression changed wonderfully.
An Jing raised his eyebrows and said, "Are you still reading the little book? How is your study going?"
"Who, who's looking at that thing?"
Tan Yun's face turned red immediately, and then he realized, "Are you really my uncle?"
Ever since An Jing caught her secretly reading the book and warned her repeatedly, she has become more cautious in reading it. She has not shown any signs of it yet, and An Jing is the only one who knows that she is reading the book.
An Jing stepped forward and pinched Tan Yun's cheek, and said with a smile: "Is that still false?"
"Uncle, you are not dead!?"
Tan Yun seemed to be sure, with a hint of surprise in his eyes, "Uncle, you are really not dead!"
As she said that, her hands were still groping An Jing's body.
"What are you doing?"
An Jing felt a little itchy from being scratched and quickly retreated back.
Tan Yun suddenly jumped up with excitement, then grabbed An Jing's shoulder and asked quickly: "Uncle, you are really not dead, how did you escape from the old leader? Did you use this golden cicada to escape from the shell? Still?
How did you come to the Demon Cult? How come I never knew about it?"
An Jing looked at the excited Tan Yun in front of him and couldn't help but raise the corners of his mouth slightly.
Tan Yun quickly turned his head and said quickly: "I know, uncle, the leader must have made arrangements a long time ago, so the old leader must have killed a fake one, and you have come to the Demon Cult a long time ago, am I right?
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Seeing that An Jing was silent, Tan Yun said excitedly: "Uncle, did I guess it right?"
An Jing didn't explain any more and gently touched Tan Yun's head, "That's right."
"Uncle, it's great that you are alive."
Tan Yun looked at An Jing in front of him, as if he couldn't hold himself any longer, "I always thought you were gone."
One breath of time seems to have passed the entire spring, summer, autumn and winter.
A series of tears flowed down silently from Tan Yun's smiling face. Tan Yun didn't cry at all, just letting the tears keep flowing down.
It seemed like this was the best news she could get in this period of time.
An Jing gently wiped away the tears from the corners of Tan Yun's eyes, "Why are you crying?"
Tan Yun wiped away his tears and laughed, "I didn't cry. I was just happy for my uncle and the leader. Do you believe it, uncle? I dreamed about you when I was dreaming."
An Jing smiled and said, "What did you dream about me for?"
Tan Yun thought about it carefully and then smiled and said, "Forgot."
An Jing said angrily: "Besides eating, what else can your brain remember?"
"Uncle, do you underestimate me?"
Tan Yun raised his eyebrows and said, "I won't pretend anymore. I'm showing my cards. I'm a second-grade cultivation base."
With that said, Tan Yun rolled up his sleeves and showed his pink fist.
An Jing gave a thumbs up and said: "Awesome."
Tan Yun said slightly proudly: "That boy Han Wenxin, I can hit ten, you know?"
Compared with ordinary martial arts masters, Tan Yun does have enough pride. Now he is a second-level cultivation level before he is twenty. In the future, the worst achievement will be a half-step master. If there is a chance, he may be able to become a master in the master realm.
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An Jing nodded repeatedly: "That's right, that's right. If anyone bullies me in this demon sect from now on, help me teach him a lesson."
Tan Yun laughed sarcastically, "Uncle, you are wrong. You are the leader's favorite. Who dares to bully you?"
Foreign pet
An Jing blinked, he knew that in Tan Yun's eyes he had become a softie.
Tan Yun gritted his teeth and said, "Uncle, I want to ask you to do me a favor."
An Jing asked: "What are you busy with?"
Tan Yun lowered his head and whispered: "You may not know much about Jianghu affairs. My master Li Fuzhou, the third master, is still in the ninth floor of the prison. I want the leader to rescue him."
She knew better than anyone else that even if she practiced for a lifetime, she would not be able to rescue Li Fuzhou. The only person who could rescue Li Fuzhou was Zhao Qingmei.
An Jing thought for a while and said, "Okay, I will discuss it with Madam."
Back on the Eight Zhang Stage, Li Fuzhou was promoted to the Second Qi Grandmaster, and his martial arts realm reached the point where he could sense the heavenly being and kill Tang Taiyuan with one palm. He had all the limelight all by himself.
After all, he is also a master of the Demon Cult. If the Demon Cult is indifferent to this, it will inevitably chill the hearts of everyone.
Tan Yun clenched his fists and said excitedly: "Uncle, you are so kind. A good person like you will definitely not die."
"OK OK."
An Jing waved his hand and said, "Did you come here because of something?"
Tan Yun was excited, "I almost forgot, the leader asked me to send a note, it should be for my uncle."
With that said, Tan Yun took out a white note from his sleeve.
There are only four big characters on the note, Fulin Restaurant.
"good."
An Ding nodded and said, "I'll get busy first."
The address on this note is exactly where Luo Chongyang is.
"Uncle."
Tan Yun suddenly shouted.
"What's wrong?"
An Jing turned around and looked over.
Tan Yun was about to speak but hesitated, as if he wanted to say something.
An Jing said angrily: "If you have anything to say, just say it."
Tan Yun lowered his head and asked after a long while: "If I die one day, uncle, will you be sad?"
An Jing frowned and said, "Why do you ask this?"
Tan Yun raised his head and said with a smile: "I'm just afraid that one day I will die and there will be no one who will be sad for me."
An Jing said in a serious tone: "Don't say this again, I don't like to hear it."
"Okay, I understand, uncle, go and do your work. I have to go back and report to the leader."
Tan Yun stuck out his tongue.
Seeing this, An Jing chuckled, shook his head, and walked outside.
"By the way, uncle, I have recently learned a few special dishes, including your favorite."
An Jing, who originally had a smile on his face, suddenly froze and his pace quickened.
Dongluoguan, Fulin Restaurant.
Since the Ghost Swordsman threatened to destroy Dongluo Pass a few days ago, the number of business travelers near Dongluo Pass has dropped sharply, especially after the gate was closed, the number of people has become even rarer.
Although the war is over now, the streets are still a little deserted, and it will take some time to restore the prosperity of the past.
Next to the restaurant, there is a street stall.
There was a lotus tube placed on the ground, and a middle-aged Taoist priest was sitting cross-legged next to him, holding a canvas in his hand, with only four big characters on it: ask for divination and fortune telling.
"I am a traveler from the far end of the world. I am temporarily staying on the green felt to spend a few days. Right or wrong, I support my life."
The middle-aged Taoist priest was very enthusiastic about the passers-by, "Even a poor Taoist can calculate the good and bad fortune of people coming and going from north to south."
This middle-aged Taoist priest is none other than Luo Chongyang.
When An Jing saw this, he stepped forward and said, "Give me a fortune telling."
"Yo."
Luo Chongyang raised his head and said with a smile: "This young master is so handsome and unrestrained. He is really a beautiful young man standing in the wind."
An Jing raised his eyebrows and said, "How much money can you tell a fortune?"
Luo Chongyang stretched out a finger and said, "A hundred cents will make a fortune."
Black-hearted Taoist priest!
When several passers-by heard this, they immediately frowned slightly.
One hundred pennies is not cheap. Ordinary fortune tellers on the road only pay twenty pennies. This Taoist priest actually wants one hundred pennies. This is simply robbery.
An Jing asked: "Can I get a discount?"
Luo Chongyang shook his head and said: "Pindao, this is a small business and we never discount anything."
"good."
An Ding nodded, took out some money and put it on the street stall.
Luo Chongyang pointed to the lottery tube on the ground, "Then please draw lots."
An Jing smiled and said: "What I mean is that I will give the Taoist priest a fortune."
"oh!?"
When Luo Chongyang heard this, he immediately laughed. He had been asking for fortune-telling for many years, but no one had ever paid for him to tell fortunes.
An Jing asked directly: "How?"
Luo Chongyang nodded and said: "Okay."
As he said that, Luo Chongyang picked up the lotus tube and immediately felt that there was something different about the lotus tube, as if it was a little heavier.
"Crash!"
He shook the stick in his hand, and then a stick came out with the word "fierce" written on it.
"Sign your signature."
An Jing took the lotus tube and said slowly: "We are walking halfway up the mountain, and the sun is climbing. The steep and steep rocks are inaccessible. Looking up to the sky for protection, I am still in the void."
"You will definitely encounter unprecedented disasters in the future, but fortunately, the road ahead is bright and clear. As the saying goes, the mountains will not change, and the road will not change."
Luo Chongyang's eyes flashed with light, "Where did fellow Taoist come from?"
not simple!
The young man in front of him was actually able to see through the Xuanmen lottery. What he said was clear and logical, and it was almost the same as what Lou Xiangzhen had calculated for himself. This was enough to show that the young man in front of him was extraordinary.
Being so young made him feel a chill in his heart for no reason. Who is this person?
An Jing said calmly: "Come from nothingness."
"nothingness?"
Luo Chongyang raised his eyebrows when he heard this, as if there was some unknown mystery contained in this sentence.
An Jing put his hands behind his back and said calmly: "I know that Chang is probably waiting for someone, and I also know where that person is now."
"Where?"
Luo Chongyang's face remained calm, but in his heart he was a little surprised as to who this young man in front of him was, that he even knew his own purpose clearly.
An Jing said with a smile: "Far away in the horizon, but close in front of you."
"Are you the white ass!?"
Hearing this, Luo Chongyang was suddenly shocked, and a hint of shock appeared in his eyes.
The young man in front of me is my cheap nephew!?
At this moment, Luo Chongyang's heart was filled with huge waves. He never thought that the recently famous Ghost Swordsman would be such a young man.
This is so incredible and unbelievable.
If this news spreads, it will cause a huge shock in the whole world.
Because from the beginning to the end, no one would have thought that there would be such a young face behind the Ghost Swordsman mask.
The genius swordsman Yan Gang of the Later Jin Dynasty reached the fifth realm on the 33rd, and the ghost swordsman who killed him with one sword was only in his early twenties. What would everyone in the world think if they knew this?
An Jing raised his eyebrows and said, "Taoist Luo, what kind of white ass!?"
Luo Chongyang stared at An Jing for a long time, shook his head and sighed: "I didn't expect it, I didn't expect it, my nephew, you hid your skills too deeply."
Thinking of the strange phenomenon that happened in Xuanqing Mountain, and looking at such a young face in front of him, he finally understood why Lou Xiangzhen was willing to protect the ghost swordsman in front of him.
As long as the young man in front of him is given enough time, his achievements will be even more terrifying than Xiao Qianqiu's.
Being a grandmaster in his early twenties and a swordsman in the fifth level is like a dream.
No, it's scarier than a dream.
An Jing chuckled and said, "Uncle, please come this way."
Luo Chongyang cleaned up the stall, and then the two of them came to a secluded alley.
An Jing clasped his fists at Luo Chongyang and said, "Thank you so much, uncle, for this time. An Jing will remember this kindness in his heart."
At that time, Qiu Fengsheng, the head of Suoming Palace, came, and Luo Chongyang no longer needed to take action, but he still shocked Qiu Fengsheng and gave An Jing enough time, otherwise that day would not have been so easy.
Luo Chongyang waved his hand and said: "You went to Dongluo Pass this time to kill the leader of the Demon Cult?"
An Ding nodded and said.
Luo Chongyang patted An Jing and said earnestly: "Sex is like a bone-scraping steel knife."
An Jing said: "As long as the bones are strong, the steel knife will break one day."
Luo Chongyang: "."
He even wanted to pull Lou Xiangzhen over immediately and ask: Do you think what this kid said sounds like human language?
An Jing smiled and said: "Uncle, don't worry, I know it well."
Luo Chongyang hugged his stall tightly, stared at An Jing and asked: "A man living between heaven and earth, how can he live in depression for a long time? Have you never thought of being the master of Xuanmen?"
An Jing took a deep breath and said: "Uncle Master also knows the strength of Zhenyi Sect and Xiao Qianqiu. It is difficult for me to do it with my current cultivation level."
Luo Chongyang nodded slightly. With An Jing's current strength, it is indeed difficult to compare with Xiao Qianqiu. It is indeed a great thing for him to escape from feigning death and practice in the Demon Cult for a period of time.
Luo Chongyang thought of something and said: "By the way, those two girl dolls, you can go find them when you have time."
An Jing raised his eyebrows and asked, "What are their origins?"
Luo Chongyang said: "What they practice is the Supreme Secret Technique Tianxin Tribulation. This secret technique is left behind by the royal family of the Great Zhou Dynasty. If my prediction is correct, the two of them should be related to the royal family of the Great Zhou Dynasty. They are looking for you."
Maybe it’s also because of the evil-suppressing sword in your hand, so there’s no chance of it happening.”
An Jing was a little surprised, "The royal family of the Zhou Dynasty?"
The Great Zhou Dynasty has been destroyed for hundreds of years, is there still any power left?
"Yes, I got some news from Su Yue. They seem to be in Lingping."
Luo Chongyang nodded and narrowed his eyes slightly, "You still need to gather this evil-suppressing sword. The six swords combined into one evil-suppressing sword are extremely powerful. When your sword power reaches the sixth level, I think you will be able to set foot on Zhenyi Mountain and
Xiao Qianqiu competes with each other."
An Jing has already received three blades of the Suppressing Evil Sword, but there are still three sword blades that he has not received.
"I see."
An Dingding nodded, "Uncle Master, what are your next plans? Are you going back to Xuanqing Mountain?"
With a glint in his eyes, Luo Chongyang said: "Go back and practice hard first, just in time to refine the two heaven and earth spiritual essences I got from you before."
"The situation in the Yan Kingdom is not optimistic, but the two big trees of Zhenyi Sect and the Dayan royal family are still supporting, so they will be as stable as Mount Tai, and Buddhism is also ready to take action. The depth of the water in Dayan is unfathomable. If you return to Dayan again,
Remember to be careful."
An Jing said in a deep voice: "Okay."
The two chatted for a few more words before Luo Chongyang turned around and walked towards the outside of the pass.
Looking at Luo Chongyang's back, An Jing frowned.
Nowadays, Dayan is in an unpredictable situation and is already at the center of the storm.
Internal and external troubles are about to break out.
Yujing City, Yuhua Villa, Study Room.
Zhao Chongyin closed his eyes and meditated. He was still thinking about the current situation.
Through the battles in recent days, he also knew that Hou Jin was testing Dayan, and he was also testing his father, the current Emperor of Dayan.
For Zhao Chongyin, how to deal with Hou Jin and the pressure from Zhao State are secondary.
How to deal with his second brother now is the top priority.
If we don’t solve internal problems, how can we solve external problems?
Zhao Chongyin had a lot of thoughts and was thinking rapidly.
"Your Highness the Crown Prince."
At this moment, a voice rang outside the door.
I saw Bai Jing walking in hurriedly.
Zhao Chongyin whispered: "Yeah."
Bai Jing took a deep breath and said: "The battle in Dongluoguan is over. The leader of the demon sect is Zhao Qingmei, a disciple of Jiang Shang. She was in charge of the demon sect before she disappeared in Jiang Shang. Jiang Renyi can only take over for more than a month.
During the battle, the ghost swordsman suddenly stopped fighting, and suddenly Yuan Feng, the elder of the Demonic Sect, and Qiu Fengsheng, the master of Suoming Mansion, came out to fight. In the end, the ghost swordsman and Yuan Feng died together, and Qiu Fengsheng, Feng Lingyue and other masters retreated one after another."
Zhao Chongyin's eyes widened and his tone rose slightly, "Yuan Feng and the Ghost Swordsman died together?"
Bai Jing nodded and confirmed: "He is dead. Many masters have seen it."
Zhao Chongyin said slowly: "It's a pity about the Ghost Swordsman. I have always wanted to recruit him for my use. In the future, I can even contain the Zhenyi Sect. It seems like now"
Bai Jing said softly: "It is too difficult for the Ghost Swordsman to contain the True Sect, so why not put your hope on Luo Chongyang?"
It is basically impossible for the Ghost Swordsman to fight against the True One Sect with his strength.
Zhao Chongyin said sharply: "Luo Chongyang will not be used by anyone."
"What your Highness said is true."
Bai Jing sighed, they also worked hard on Luo Chongyang, but everything was in vain.
Zhao Chongyin stood up and looked at the blue sky outside the window, "The Demon Sect is controlled by that Zhao Qingmei. This is a good thing and a bad thing. She is much more ruthless than Jiang Renyi."
Yuheng Sword Sect, Yuheng Mountain.
On the rooftop, the sea of clouds was billowing, and the sky and the earth were clear.
Lin Yiyang sat in the center, his eyes closed, and the ninth-ranked Phoenix Sword was placed on his knees.
After about half an hour, he slowly stood up.
Daily meditation is a must-do for him, no matter where he is.
Lin Yiyang put away the Phoenix Sword and walked under the cloud platform.
Along the way, I met the elders, deacons and disciples of Yuheng Sword Sect, big and small, all of them were respectful and respectful.
Lin Yiyang is now a swordsman in the sixth realm, a master swordsman comparable to Lou Xiangzhen. In the days when Lou Xiangzhen disappeared, many people regarded him as the best swordsman in the world.
On the top of the towering mountains, the vast sea of clouds rolls.
At this time, in the flat ground on the mountainside, there were dozens of disciples of the Yuheng Sword Sect practicing their swords.
"What a shame for the Ghost Swordsman."
"Who says otherwise? He is a swordsman who can defeat two great swordsmen."
"Except for the sect leader, Lou Xiangzhen, he is definitely the third best swordsman in the world."
When Lin Yiyang heard the discussion among several disciples, he raised his brows and paused in his steps.
"metropolitan!"
When the disciples of the Yuheng Sword Sect around him saw Lin Yiyang, they were all as silent as cicadas.
Lin Yi raised his eyebrows and asked, "What's wrong with the Ghost Swordsman?"
One of the disciples cupped his fists and said: "Report to the sect master, in the battle at Dongluo Pass, the ghost swordsman died under the attack of Wu Jin Leiwan, the elder of the Demon Sealing Platform, and no bones were left."
died!?
Lin Yiyang's pupils suddenly shrank, and an extremely complicated emotion suddenly arose in his heart.
Others didn't know it clearly, but he knew in his heart that if it weren't for the Ghost Swordsman, he would never have reached the Sixth Realm. He had been waiting for the Ghost Swordsman to reach the Sixth Realm and compete with him.
What a pity. Such a swordsman.
For the first time in his life, Lin Yiyang felt sorry for a dead person. In the past, he felt that there was only one reason why the swordsman died: lack of strength.
The surrounding disciples of the Yuheng Sword Sect looked at Lin Yiyang who remained silent and looked at each other in confusion.
"You guys should continue practicing your sword."
After a long time, Lin Yiyang came back to his senses, gave an order and walked away.
The Battle of Dongluo Pass quickly spread throughout the world, and everyone knew the news that the Ghost Swordsman was blown into powder by Wujin Thunder Pill.
Many experts were present at the time and saw it with their own eyes, and then the news was completely confirmed.
For a time, the entire world was in an uproar.
Some people regard the Ghost Swordsman as a strange man whose swordsmanship is unparalleled in the world. Within a year, the word "Ghost Swordsman" has been resounding throughout the world. Others regard the Ghost Swordsman as a serious problem and quickly get rid of him. Some even regard him as a myth of his generation.
, highly respected.
But now all this has turned into dust.
Some people lamented the death of Ghost Swordsman, some were happy, and some were saddened by it.
His name streaked across the sky and earth like a shooting star. Although it was short-lived, it was unforgettable.
All the grudges and grudges are gone in the end, only a few people will return to the world of mortals.
This is a world of right and wrong. Some people come and some go. Without everyone, it will still be the same world.
Dongluo Desert, Dongluo Pass.
Zhao Qingmei, who was sitting on the high platform, was still beautiful, but her expression was a little tired and she seemed a little sleepy.
"In July, the tax revenue was 102,713 taels, the iron ore sales were 71,930 taels, and the jade sales were 92,130 taels, totaling 1.31 million taels.
silver."
Below, Mu Xiaoyun, the leader of the Suzaku Seat, whispered.
Zhao Qingmei nodded, "Okay, I understand, is there anything else?"
Many demon sect masters in the audience looked at each other, then shook their heads.
Zhao Qingmei waved her sleeves and said, "If nothing happens, just leave."
After saying that, Zhao Qingmei stood up and walked towards the back hall.
"yes."
Upon hearing this, the demon sect masters below stood up and dispersed.
"Qiu Rong."
At this moment, Duanmu Xinghua called out to Yu Qiurong who was about to leave.
Yu Qiurong quickly clasped her fists and said, "Master Duanmu."
The beauty drunkenness in her body was temporarily suppressed, but she had not yet fully recovered, and her face looked a little pale.
Duanmu Xinghua pondered for a long time and asked: "What's going on with the leader recently? Why is he always so listless? Is there something wrong with his practice?"
Zhao Qingmei is now the future of the Demon Sect, and there cannot be any mistakes.
"I don't really know either."
Yu Qiurong frowned, "But there seems to be a man in the leader's other courtyard. Could it be because of this reason?"
In recent days, she has often seen the leader and a man together, behaving intimately, and it seems that their relationship is very unusual.
That man is really good looking.
"man?"
When Duanmu Xinghua heard this, he suddenly realized: "Could it be that he is a pet raised by the leader?"
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