After consulting another family in Mazi Lane, Anjing was about to meet Jishitang, when his sleeves trembled slightly.
In the cuffs, there is a palm-sized paper man, with a wisp of bright red on his chest. At this moment, the paper man's hands seem to be being pulled, and they begin to open and close continuously, as if they are applauding.
"Jiang Sanjia!?"
An Jing raised his eyebrows and muttered to himself.
This is the paper figurine given to him by Jiang Sanjia. It is said that there is a drop of his blood on it, which is extremely precious. An Jing was reluctant to accept the paper figurine at first because he didn't know whether the essence and blood were separated...
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"The old boy is hiding now. If there is nothing important, he probably won't come looking for me."
Thinking of this, An Jing glanced behind him casually and walked quietly towards the depths of the alley.
Not far away, the master of the Renzong jumped up, like a dexterous flying swallow landing on the eaves, and followed An Jing closely into the alley.
"Um!?"
When he fell down again, the alley was silent and empty, and An Jing, who had just turned in, seemed to have disappeared out of thin air.
"Where are the people!?"
The human sect master was full of doubts. For detection, the human sect master was the best at tracking him. Not to mention an ordinary person, even masters at the same level as him could not escape his tracking.
After looking around for a few times, he was convinced that An Jing had suddenly disappeared.
The Renzong master touched his bamboo hat, and a drop of cold sweat appeared on his forehead.
Li Fuzhou told him that if An Jing lost even half of his hair, he would ask him to go see him with his head raised. This shows the importance of this doctor of Ji Shi Tang, but now he has lost him.
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Yuzhou City, Fuyang Village.
Fuyang Village is not far from Qinghe Pier. Most of the young and middle-aged people in the village make a living on the river, but there are very few people there on weekdays.
The withered yellow leaves are falling in the wind, the fields are golden, and the farmers are busy working.
An Jing was wearing a navy blue cloak, holding two bottles of wine and a roast chicken in his hands, and slowly came to the end of the village, where two dilapidated thatched houses were built along the river.
At this time, Jiang Sanjia was leaning against a stone, holding a fishing rod in his hand.
"Sanjia, your fish basket is all empty..."
An Jing walked over and shook his head when he saw the catch in the fish basket.
Jiang Sanjia lazily basked in the sun and said calmly: "One foot of green bamboo, one foot of line, a little scarlet in the clear water. When does fishing stop in a lifetime? One spring goes and another comes back. Fishing is a state and a pursuit.
.....”
At this moment, the feather fish floating on the water surface moved a little, and Jiang Sanjia began to reel in the line. He seemed to feel something was wrong and frowned slightly.
"Whoosh!"
When I lifted the fishhook and took a look, I found that the bait on the fishhook was long gone.
"It doesn't matter if you catch fish or not, you just want to experience the process of raising fish every day."
An Jing sat down cross-legged with a smile, looking at the beautiful river in front of him, and then put the wine and roast chicken aside.
Jiang Sanjia picked up the roast chicken, looked at it carefully, and said, "Brother Zhou, if you come here next time, remember to change the pattern."
He didn't even know if it was a feast to welcome the wind or a meal to be decapitated. It was a pot of old wine and a chicken.
"You still dislike it?" An Jing raised his eyebrows.
This cost him more than a hundred dollars for dining out at noon.
"Forget it, it's better not to change it."
Jiang Sanjia sat up cross-legged and said slowly: "Someone in the imperial court is ready to vindicate me. After the New Year, I may have to return to Yujing City."
"Rehabilitate?"
An Jing frowned and said, "The prisoner in Tianlao has been robbed in prison, how can he be rehabilitated?"
"Why not? As long as I am still useful, I can be rehabilitated."
Jiang Sanjiapan picked up the wine pot, took a big sip, and said, "Brother Zhou, when did you master the Guigu sword technique?"
The more advanced the martial arts, the more difficult it is to practice, especially the martial arts at the Zhenwu and Tianwu levels. Even if they are placed in front of some people, it will be difficult for them to successfully practice them in their lifetime.
The Guigu sect's martial arts is famous for its mystery and complexity. Jiang Sanjia calls himself a genius. He has been practicing the Guigu Zongheng sword technique for three years, but still has not made any progress. This shows how difficult this sword technique is.
But this Zhou Xianming actually mastered the Guigu Zongheng sword technique in just one or two months. You must know that even his senior brother, the first-generation Guigu Divine Sword, only mastered it in one year.
"Practice?"
An Jing was stunned for a moment and said, "Can't this sword technique be performed with hands?"
Jiang Sanjia: "......"
An Jing was telling the truth, he had hardly practiced the Guigu sword technique.
"You are really a wonderful person."
Jiang Sanjia sighed lightly.
"No, I'm just a rough guy." An Jing tore off a chicken leg and sat down too.
Jiang Sanjia glanced at An Jing inexplicably, then smiled enigmatically and said, "Brother Zhou, I already know your identity."
"Um?!"
An Jing raised his eyebrows.
Does Jiang Sanjia know his identity?
Could it be that he used Guigu Tianji to count against himself? But it shouldn't be. His cultivation level is higher than his. According to the information he has revealed before, it should be difficult for him to count against himself. The price required is too high.
"You are practicing the Daluo Heart Method, right?" Jiang Sanjia asked.
"That's right."
An Ding nodded and did not deny it.
This Daluo Heart Technique belongs to the Zhenwu level. When Anjing's strength was still very shallow, he would go up the mountain to collect herbs by himself every day. Because of the book on the ground, he could collect many precious herbs.
Just one day, following the instructions of the book from the ground, it was also the first blue opportunity that allowed him to discover a seriously injured old man.
At that time, An Jing took action to treat him, but the old man's injuries were too serious, and he passed away in the end. However, in the end, the old man gave him a mental method. From the beginning to the end, the old man did not say his name or the mental method. Regarding the specific name, the only explanation was that An Jing should try not to easily tell others about Da Luo's thoughts.
An Jing was still wondering. When he found the simple score of Guiyi Sword Technique in the wild, the prompt was just a yellow chance, but why did the Daluo Heart Technique of the same Zhenwu level have a cyan chance?
He didn't think deeply about it at that time. Now it seems that there is another mystery behind it?
"really."
Jiang Sanjia smiled and said, "You are indeed a descendant of the Great Luo Sect. Yan Shaoshan was intercepted and killed by the Zhenyi Sect a few years ago. I thought the Great Luo Sect was going to disappear, but I didn't expect that there is still a master alive."
"Da Luo Sect......"
An Jing remained calm on his face, but he was filled with doubts in his heart.
In his memory, it seemed that he had no impression of the Great Luo Sect at all.
Jiang Sanjia smiled and said: "In that case, we don't need to hide our identities."
"I don't know what Brother Sanjia is talking about." An Jing glanced at Jiang Sanjia.
The Da Luo Sect has nothing to do with him at all, so why would he reveal his identity?
Jiang Sanjia suppressed his smile and said, "Brother Zhou, let's be honest with each other."