My wife is the sect leader

Two galloping horses run all the way.

It was Zhou Xianming and Li Fuzhou, both of whom were skilled in equestrianism, and they left the boundary of Yuzhou City not long after.

"Um!?"

Suddenly, Li Fuzhou frowned, and then reined in: "Yu!"

"Mr. Li, what's the matter?"

Zhou Xianming also reined in and asked.

"There is someone waiting for you ahead, you go." Li Fuzhou said lightly.

"Is someone waiting for me?"

When Zhou Xianming heard about it, a trace of doubt appeared in his heart, but he still subconsciously drove his horse to the distance.

Snowflakes flew in front of him, covering his sight, and a figure in red gradually emerged after about half a quarter of an hour.

"Miss Liyue!"

Seeing that person, Zhou Xianming couldn't help shouting.

The figure standing in the heavy snow is Li Yue.

"Mr. Zhou, long time no see."

Li Yue saw the visitor with a smile on the corner of his mouth.

"No... I didn't expect that you would come here to wait for me..."

Zhou Xianming got off his horse and stammered.

I was a little surprised in my heart, I didn't expect Li Yue to see him off.

Li Yue Yingying bowed, "Mr. Zhou is coming to Beijing for the exam this time. I don't know when I will see you again. The little girl wants to thank Mr. Zhou for his care all the time, and the lyrics and music that he sent in recent days. Zhuang Xing."

Zhou Xianming also smiled knowingly, and said: "A daughter is easy to get, but a bosom friend is hard to find, as long as Miss Li Yue likes it."

"Mr. Zhou is a great talent, and his writing is excellent. The little girl likes it very much." Li Yue said seriously.

"That's fine, that's fine."

Zhou Xianming straightened his expression, and said: "The weather is freezing cold, don't be caught in the wind and cold, Miss Liyue should go back quickly, and when Zhou returns, I will visit the girl again."

Li Yue nodded slightly, and said: "Okay, that little girl will wait for Mr. Zhou to go to high school, Mr. Don't forget what you said today."

The two chatted a few words casually, and Zhou Xianming got on his horse, holding the rein and preparing to leave.

Looking at the back that was drifting away, Li Yue couldn't help asking: "I wonder when Mr. Zhou will return?"

"When the spring is warm and the flowers are blooming, Zhou will definitely come back!"

Zhou Xianming shouted loudly, and then he was sure, and rode a fast horse towards the official road.

"Miss, Mr. Zhou has already left."

Not long after, the little maid came out, seeing that Li Yue was still looking at the wind and snow in the distance, she couldn't help but speak.

"It's good to keep it in mind. In fact, Mr. Zhou is quite a nice person."

Li Yue smiled softly.

In the cracks of darkness, a ray of light shines in, even if the darkness eventually swallows that ray of light.

But there is also a moment of light.

The little maid looked at the woman in front of her, and always felt that there was infinite sadness in her young lady's eyes, which was so deep that she couldn't get rid of it.

"Go back and tell Mother Zhao that the boat is closed." After Liyue finished speaking, she turned and walked towards the wind and snow in the distance.

"Miss, have you decided?"

When the little maid heard this, she quickly followed.

So far, there is one less scholar in Yuzhou city who goes to Goulan again, and one oiran who is excellent in piano and painting is also missing on the Yuzhou River.

..........

Ji Shi Tang.

Tan Yun lay down in front of the counter bored, feeling a little disappointed.

For some reason, when Li Fuzhou left, he didn't ask her to see him off, but asked her to watch the hospital honestly.

"Master will probably not see him until half a year after he goes."

Tan Yun muttered to himself.

Seeing Li Fuzhou on weekdays, she felt a little fearful in her heart, but now that they were separated, she felt that she was not good enough and did not honor Li Fuzhou properly.

"No, I am filial to Master."

Tan Yun muttered, then laughed.

At this moment, she suddenly saw the uncle's medicine box on the counter.

On weekdays, my son-in-law always carefully put it away, and it is impossible to place it on the counter at will.

"Maybe there is some silver hidden in it, and while my uncle is away, I will secretly open it and have a look."

After struggling for a while, Tan Yun bravely walked towards the medicine box.

The moment she was about to reach out, a black shadow excitedly ran in from the backyard.

I saw the little black boy cheerfully holding an embroidered shoe in his mouth, and his four little feet were running vigorously, like a wild horse that had run free.

"Little black boy!"

When Tan Yun saw his shoes being held in his mouth by the little black boy, he immediately said angrily, and then quickly chased after him.

"boom!"

Little Heizai was running fast, when suddenly he felt darkness in front of him, he couldn't stop, and he bumped into the sky.

"what happened?"

An Jing picked up the embroidered shoes on the ground.

"It's all this little black boy."

Tan Yun walked over quickly, took his shoes from An Jing, and said angrily, "I'll stew you tonight."

An Jing said with a smile: "That's just right, there's no food or drink tonight."

"Husband, I'm afraid you have been thinking about this dog meat for a long time."

Zhao Qingmei patted the snow on An Jing's body and said with a smile.

An Jing said: "Ma'am, don't you want to eat it? Dog meat goes with wine, the more you drink, the more delicious you will be."

"Want to eat."

Zhao Qingmei glanced at the little Heizi who was rolling on the ground, and said with a smile.

As if seeing Zhao Qingmei's eyes, Little Heizai got up on his stomach in a murmur, and then carefully hid behind Tan Yun, poking his head out from time to time, with a vigilant expression on his face.

It's strange to say that every time An Jing glared at Little Hei Zai, it barked at An Jing, but every time he saw Zhao Qingmei, it was like seeing a tiger and a beast... ...

"Little...Miss, do you really want to eat?"

Tan Yun opened his mouth.

If Zhao Qingmei said she wanted to eat, then little Heizi really wouldn't survive tonight... Thinking of this, Tan Yun's face turned pale.

"Keep it, to ward off evil spirits."

Zhao Qingmei smiled faintly, "I'm going to cook first, and you will help chop the vegetables later."

After speaking, Zhao Qingmei walked towards the kitchen.

"It's a pity."

An Jing shook his head, feeling a little pity in his heart, and also walked towards the back hall.

"call."

Hearing this, Tan Yun couldn't help but heaved a sigh of relief, then picked up the little black boy who was hiding behind him, and said viciously: "You can be spared the death penalty today, but the living crime is inevitable."

..........

An Jing got into the chore room and carefully moved the box away.

Recently, the progress of Guigu Mind Technique has been quite rapid, and it is not too far from the Second Profound Realm, but it is only a means to save one's life after all.

Improving your own strength is also a top priority.

He has just arrived in Dihua, and if he wants to reach the realm of Smallpox, in addition to the treasures of heaven and earth, he still needs some time to settle and polish, and there is no rush for this matter for the time being.

In terms of martial arts, he has the treacherous and unpredictable Guiyi Sword Jue, the Nine Suns God Finger of Tianwu level, the Hundred Steps Flying Sword, etc., unless he has practiced the Hundred Steps Flying Sword or the Nine Suns God's Finger to perfection, but this is more difficult than reaching Smallpox is even harder.

There are only two things that can allow him to quickly increase his strength, one is foreign objects, and the other is casting golden bones into perfection.

If one wants to cultivate into a golden bone, one must reach the realm of a master, and also need to cultivate the mental method of Tianwu level, which is also one of the criteria for judging Tianwu.

And An Jing integrated the Bodhi Bead with the help of Zhu Guo, and failed to completely temper the perfect golden bone, but the improvement in strength is also obvious. If he can temper the golden bone to perfection, his strength will surely go further.

"The bodhi bead is actually just a relic, which has been tainted by Buddhism for a hundred years. That is to say, if there is still a relic, I might be able to temper it into a perfect golden bone, but now the relic of the monk Fazhi is in the universal In the hands of the Bodhisattva, this is a bit difficult..."

Relics, generally relics belong to the bone body relics, which will only be born after the eminent monks in the realm of Bodhisattvas have passed away, but not all eminent monks have relics born after passing away.

Therefore, relics are considered extremely rare treasures even in Buddhism.

"Wanting to snatch the relics from Pratt & Whitney Bodhisattva is almost a fool's dream. If you borrow from him, there are some opportunities..."

An Jing turned quickly, then moved the box, and took out the bamboo slips stored in it last time from the hidden compartment.

Mohist puppetry.

In that cave, he got a total of two blue chances, one was to rescue King Xu with a strange identity and unpredictable strength, and the other was to get the Mohist puppet technique.

"If I knew it earlier, I shouldn't have let King Xu go. I'd just raise him myself."

An Jing muttered, then picked up the bamboo slips.

There are six volumes of the Mohist puppet art, which introduces in detail all the mechanisms of the Mohist school, as well as the mysterious puppet art.

It must be unusual to be able to call a baby of blue chance.

However, the production of these puppet arts requires a lot of resources. An Jing's identity is just a doctor, and it is obviously unrealistic to refine this puppet.

However, he remembered that he had glanced at it before. In the last volume of Puppet Art, there was a kind of puppet called living puppet, which could be refined without resources.

Living puppets, as the name suggests, are made of living creatures into puppets.

At first glance, An Jing finds it unimaginable and mysterious.

This bamboo slip records the living puppet technique, which was first used on the bodies of wild animals and poultry to extract their souls, which is one of the gods of the three flowers.

Later, this living puppet technique was deeply studied by the Mohists, and it could even be applied to living people, and it was gradually carried forward. It was recorded on the bamboo slips that once the Mohist giant once refined three master masters into living puppets, and firmly controlled them.

But later, the Mohists felt that this technique was too sinister and vicious, and they were afraid of being obtained by some people with ulterior motives, so they seldom used this living puppet technique, and some even suggested burning this living puppet technique.

"Living puppets..."

An Jing narrowed his eyes slightly.

He also felt that this living puppet was very vicious, after all, he wanted to take out the god of life, that is, the soul.

Of course, it is impossible for him to subdue a master master and let him make a living puppet for himself.

However, right now he has the best existence for refining living puppets.

Millennium black anaconda!

First of all, the thousand-year-old black boa has evil spirits, and it is absolutely good. You must know that hundreds of thousands of military souls are buried under the edge, and this has condensed into a long-lasting evil spirit, but the thousand-year-old black boa has evil spirits, obviously It is not known how many killings were caused.

If it wakes up, it will definitely be a disaster.

Secondly, the thousand-year-old black boa is a different species, and it has the possibility of transforming into a jiao in the future. It has a strong body, and it is very useful to refine a living puppet, but it is rare to get help.

Finally, the thousand-year-old black anaconda is currently sleeping, and it is the easiest time to extract its god by oneself. If it wakes up, it is basically impossible to refine it into a living puppet.

Thinking of this, An Jing took a deep breath, and continued to look under the Living Puppet Art.

"Huh? Ghostly?"

I saw that under the living puppet technique, several rows of small characters were recorded densely, which turned out to be a secret technique.