My wife is the sect leader

Now that Buddhism is traveling eastward, it seems that it poses the greatest threat to the Zhenyi Sect, but it is the Yuheng Sword Sect who is least willing to see this scene.

The depth of this hatred is still unforgettable for members of the Yuheng Sword Sect.

Although they don't want to, this matter is a foregone conclusion. Now that the imperial court escorts and supports them vigorously, whoever dares to make a mistake is treason and disobedience!

Xuan Yiwei's knife hanging on the rivers and lakes kills rebellious and disobedient people in the rivers and lakes, and there is a temple Wuhou with 50 iron armors sitting in the town. Now there is no war, which sect can withstand 50 iron armors! ?

Although many people were dissatisfied, they could only keep silent.

And the person who traveled to the east of Buddhism this time is the Puhui Bodhisattva, a well-known master and master. With him in charge, the voices of opposition in the Jianghu have been reduced by more than half.

"Grandmaster, isn't it a good sharpening stone?"

Lin Yiyang's eyes were dark, and he said: "I heard that his disciple Fa Zhi died in the Jiangnan Dao Faxi Temple. After his new year is over, he will go to Faxi Temple to preach and preach the Buddha's righteousness."

"After the New Year's Eve, I'm going to Yuzhou City to ask the Buddha."

Qiu Wanxia knows her senior brother very well, and she likes the arrogance in her bones. She didn't say anything more, but nodded and said: "Okay."

A half-step grandmaster challenged a grandmaster, which is very rare in the Jianghu.

Because everyone who has reached this level knows the difference between a master and a half-step master.

"Thank you for your hard work." Lin Yiyang glanced at his junior sister and said.

"It's good to go down the mountain, I haven't gone down the mountain with my brother for a long time."

Qiu Wanxia shook her head, then thought of something, and said: "When I came, I heard from the disciples who traveled that there seemed to be a great swordsman in Yuzhou City."

Lin Yiyang said calmly: "It's just a chicken, a dog, and a three-legged cat."

He has also heard about the swordsmen in Yuzhou City who are praised to the sky. It is like this in the Jianghu.

Kill a few masters casually, and you will be a peerless swordsman. There are such masters in the world every year, but they disappear quickly.

Qiu Wanxia smiled and said, "Where is the sword-wielding father-in-law in the palace? He is a sword fairy as famous as you."

"Twenty years ago, his sword skills were extremely poor. Now that he has practiced hard for many years, he can only be regarded as so-so."

The eunuch who holds the sword, is the first sword in the Ouchi Imperial Palace, a peerless master who is in charge of the Ouchi Imperial Guard, but Lin Yiyang is so-so about him.

"What about the Heavenly Sword in the tomb? He is the most famous swordsman in the world today."

"It's self-styled, but that's all."

"Where is Ghost Valley Sword Immortal? An old sword immortal who spanned two eras."

"Doing nothing, you can only be second in your life, a stepping stone for others."

Qiu Wanxia covered her mouth slightly, and said with a smile, "What about you?"

Lin Yiyang raised his brows, and said mercilessly, "I have been practicing swordsmanship for more than forty years, and I am still in the fifth realm. I am just a mediocre swordsman."

But in just a few words, the top swordsman in the world was demoted to nothing by Lin Yiyang.

In his eyes, he dismisses everyone, including himself.

"Then what do you think of my sword skills?"

Qiu Wanxia touched the sword in her arms, with a hint of ridicule in her eyes.

Lin Yiyang paused suddenly, and it took him a while to speak.

"Hmm...Junior Sister's swordsmanship...is quite good."

Chapter 115

Yuzhou City, Tianxiang Street.

The pleasant sunshine poured down, making the originally cold winter a little warmer, and the number of pedestrians on the street gradually increased.

An Jing carried a small medicine box on his back, carrying a box of pastries he just bought, and walked towards home.

The Suppressing Evil Sword continued to be buried back in the chaotic grave. He always felt that the Suppressing Evil Sword was very weird, so weird that it made him a little scared, and it was always a hidden danger if he kept it by his side.

And this time with the 'help' of the Suppressing Evil Sword, he finally stepped into the fifth realm.

There is no sword in the hand, but there is a sword in the heart.

The fifth realm is the top swordsman among the rivers and lakes, known as the current sword fairy.

The five most powerful sword immortals in the world are all existences of the fifth realm.

So far, no swordsman in the Jianghu has reached the sixth level. It is no exaggeration to say that after reaching the sixth level, he can be called the number one swordsman in the world. For hundreds of years, there are only two swordsmen and sword gods. Big top swordsmen have touched this level.

The difficulty of the fifth level made An Jing stay for three years, and finally realized it under the Suppressing Evil Sword. The sixth mirror is even more mysterious and mysterious.

According to the general outline of the way of swordsmanship, the sixth state is that there is no sword in the hand, and there is no sword in the heart.

Without a sword in your hand, without a sword in your heart, is that also a swordsman?

What kind of realm is this?

"Forget it, don't think about it, anyway, it's too early to come."

An Jing shook his head.

With his current age and bones, there is still a great chance of reaching the sixth realm in time.

At this moment, a familiar figure suddenly appeared in front of him.

On the corner of the street, an old Confucian scholar was strolling on the evening street, with one hand behind his back, he held a fishing rod and a fishing basket in his hand. He was dressed very plainly and was inconspicuous, as if others hadn't noticed the existence of this person at all.

But An Jing saw that person at a glance, it was Li Fuzhou.

"Uncle, is this the return from the consultation?"

Li Fuzhou also saw An Jing, and smiled.

"Yes, the weather has become cold these days, and many people have fallen ill and have to come out."

An Jing nodded, and said with emotion: "The third master is also very busy recently. I wanted to have a drink with the third master last night, but there was no chance."

Li Fuzhou glanced at An Jing, feeling a little surprised in his heart, before this little doctor would rather go out for a drink with Han Wenxin than at home with him, what happened today?

I can't see myself for a few days, maybe I'm still talking about it?

"It's not too busy. I've become obsessed with fishing recently. If my uncle wants to drink, I'd rather be obedient. It just so happens that there will be appetizers at night."

As Li Fuzhou said, he also lifted the fish basket.

"is it?"

An Jing smiled, "That's a good relationship, let's have a good drink today, and the two of you can enjoy your thoughts."

Looking at Li Fuzhou's calm expression, it must not be as simple as fishing. I have never seen him so obsessed with fishing before, and it must be because of the devil's religion.

This Li Fuzhou's scheming is too deep, and his work is impeccable, there is no trace to be traced, if An Jing wants to get out of his mouth, there is almost no hope.

To be able to become the master of Renzong, there are really two brushes.

It's just that they don't know who the leader of the demon sect is, who can hold down this old fox.

Saying that, the two walked side by side and walked towards the house.

Chatting along the way, it seems that they have a very happy chat, like a confidant in previous years, but inside they are all hidden, hidden, and harboring ghosts.

False, true, true, false, all are false, but they are all without revealing traces.

This scene made An Jing sigh with emotion: Douban scored 9.0.

Stepping on the afterglow of the setting sun, the two of them had already returned to Jishitang before they knew it.

"You bastard, take my socks away next time, and I'll burn you!"

Tan Yun was holding a stick and pointing at the little Heizi who was squatting on the ground. When he saw the two of them coming back, his hands stopped, "Third Master, Uncle, you are back..."

Li Fuzhou handed the fish basket in his hand to Tan Yun, and said: "I'm back, here are some fish, you go and kill them."

"Okay, I'll go now."

Tan Yun took the fish basket, his eyes were bright, and then he walked quickly towards the kitchen.

Looking at Tan Yun's back, An Jing couldn't help shaking his head, and sighed: "What can't fit in the mind, can only be filled in the stomach."

Li Fuzhou couldn't help but find it quite amusing, couldn't help but stroked his beard and smiled and said, "Young master is really full of witty words, you really understand her."

.........

Dining hall, on the table.

On the table are steaming braised fish, a pot of delicious tofu fish soup, fried cabbage, eggplant with minced meat.

In addition, there are two jugs of hot wine.

"Today, my father and I have a good drink, talk about our thoughts, and chat about our parents' affairs."

An Jing took out two cups.

Li Fuzhou looked at the ordinary food on the table, and then heard An Jing's words, he couldn't help but said in his heart: Although this little doctor is not from the Jianghu, and his identity is very different from his own, except for a bit of cunning, he is still a good person of.

And besides reading books and listening to music every day, I have nothing else to worry about.

Such an ordinary, simple, and warm life is really memorable and unforgettable.

It is precisely because of this that the three flowers of one's own tend to be perfect and gradually become one.

In a daze, Li Fuzhou secretly sighed, "Come on, uncle, let's have a good drink today."

As he spoke, he filled An Jing's glass with wine.

"it is good."

An Jing nodded, but he couldn't help sighing inwardly.

The suzerain of the Demon Sect Renzong pours wine for himself. There should be no more than five people in the Jianghu who can enjoy such an honor. This old man Li is on the road, but it is a pity that he is a member of the Demon Sect.

If it wasn't for the Devil's Cult, maybe after a few months, they would still be able to make friends with him.

In Dayan, the Devil's Cult has a bad reputation, and once formed a rebel army, An Jing never thought of being a rebel.

The two clinked a glass, and then drank it down.

Zhao Qingmei sat on the side elegantly and dignifiedly, sipping food, raising her head from time to time to look at An Jing opposite, with a smile on the corner of her mouth.

"No one will rob you."

Li Fuzhou glanced at Tan Yun who was next to him, and his expression suddenly changed.

Tan Yun couldn't get in the way, but just kept pawing at the rice in the bowl, he didn't even seem to notice the grains of rice sticking to his cheeks, the bowl of rice was almost bottomed out after a while.

Quite a kind of artistic conception that life is too short to have another bowl.

Hearing Li Fuzhou's words, Tan Yun's body trembled, he lowered his head quickly, and became calm.

An Jing thought to himself: "In addition to not being smart enough, she is also very good at eating."

When eating on weekdays, Tan Yun alone eats more than An Jing and Zhao Qingmei. The most important thing is to eat cakes before and after meals......

"Third Master, I heard that you are going to Yujing City after the New Year's Eve?" An Jing caught a fish path.

Li Fuzhou nodded, "That's right, when the time comes, you can count as a companion with Zhou Xianming."

There are not a few days until the New Year's Eve, and there is still a month's journey to Yujing City.

The trip to Yujing City was one of his main purposes for coming to Dayan.

An Jing was slightly relieved when he heard this.

In his opinion, it is best for Li Fuzhou to be willing to leave, otherwise it would be exhausting to guard against the thief every day, especially since the strength of this thief is still higher than him.

"That's a pity."

On the face of An Jing, he said regretfully.

Li Fu Zhou caressed his beard and said with a light smile: "If my aunt also rushes for the exam, maybe this year I can go to Beijing with Zhou Xianming to catch the exam."

"Just rush for the exam."

An Jing waved his hand, but thought to himself: "Even if you rush to take the exam, you can't be with you. People from the Demon Sect are too dangerous, and besides, there is a beautiful lady at home. Who wants to be the number one scholar?"

Tan Yun seemed to be [-]% to [-]% full, he took a breath, and whispered beside him: "I heard my uncle and miss said that Mr. Zhou has a chance to win the first prize?"

Regarding Zhou Xianming's information, she did not pass through her hands, so he did not know Zhou Xianming's details.

Li Fuzhou smiled and said: "Is it the champion? It depends on fate, and winning the champion may not be a good thing."