My wife is the sect leader

An Jing put his palm on his chest, and then took it out.

That was the last seal that Zhao Qingmei left for him. At this moment, a hot red light was emitting from under the seal, and the characters on the printed surface gradually became clearer.

"Fan Tianxi?"

An Jing looked at the word, frowned tightly, took a closer look, and found nothing unusual, and put away the Fan Tianxie this time.

The rain was dripping, as if it was about to submerge him again.

"My way..."

Thinking of Master Jiang's last words, An Jing's eyes were very calm, but a trace of thunder could be seen in the calm.

Weakness is the original sin.

Master Jiang is not wrong, it is a sin for you to be weak in this cruel world.

As a rabbit, you should accept being preyed by a tiger.

In the eyes of Master Jiang, he is just an ant in his palm, who can be destroyed with a single hand.

An Jing didn't say anything, just keep the most ruthless words in his heart.

"An Jing is dead..."

An Jing took a deep breath, then jumped out with his palms on the ground, and looked around.

He is very familiar with this place, it is Beishan outside Yuzhou City.

Suddenly, something seemed to be beating in his arms.

"paper man!?"

An Jing put his hand on his chest and took out a paper figurine, "Qing Mei, maybe you don't know that you are dead yet."

Thinking of this, he quickly responded.

But the next moment, the paper figurine started to twitch again.

An Jing couldn't help but smiled wryly, "Madam, please wait for me first."

Now is not the time to respond.

An Jing carefully put away the paper figurine, and prepared to restore the coffin and grave soil, so that Mr. Jiang could really feel at ease.

"Ok?"

In the coffin, he saw his medicine box.

"Although An Jing is dead, the ghost swordsman is still alive."

An Jing chuckled, then put away the medicine box and used it, and completely restored it according to the style of the grave.

After doing all this, he breathed a sigh of relief, stretched his body, and ran quickly towards the Qinghe pier.

While running wildly, he played with the paper figurine, "I haven't heard from me for a few days, Madam must be in a hurry."

The paper figurine kept twitching, An Jing couldn't help feeling warm when he saw this.

How can I be willing to die when there is someone who cares so much about me?

After a quarter of an hour, An Jing carefully put away the paper figurine.

"Crash!"

From the Qinghe Wharf, a huge snake head emerged. An Jing jumped onto the body of the thousand-year-old black anaconda, and manipulated the thousand-year-old black anaconda to run along the river towards Yuzhou City.

There is another great advantage of the thousand-year-old black boa being made into a living puppet, that is, all the energy in the body has disappeared, and even the top experts in the world cannot discover its energy.

Heading towards the city along the river, the city was pitch black and completely silent, and there were only a few painting boats with red lanterns hanging on the river.

The thousand-year-old black boa is suspended at the bottom of the river, like a ghost walking at night.

An Jing stood in the middle of the Yuzhou River and saw Jishi Hall in front of him at a glance.

At this moment, the candles in Jishi Hall were extinguished, and the main door and the side door were closed tightly.

Only little Heizai was lying at the door, sleeping, as if sensing An Jing's return, he wailed twice and looked around.

And An Jing stood on the head of the thousand-year-old black boa, looked at Ji Shitang quietly, and finally sighed heavily.

........

In Yuzhou City.

In a dilapidated hotel, the rain was pouring down.

In the middle of the room, an old man was resting with his eyes closed.

This person is the old man.

Suddenly, as if he sensed something, he opened his eyes suddenly, and then pinched his fingers.

"Appeared? My Guigu faction's paper figurine substitute death technique is really interesting."

The Guigu faction's paper figurine substitute death technique needs to cultivate Guigu's mind to the Erxuan realm, and there are very few people in the world who understand this Guigu's mind, and even fewer have practiced to the Erxuan.

"It should be the ghost swordsman that my junior brother mentioned. It is really unusual, and he has cultivated to the Second Profound Realm so quickly."

In the Erxuan Realm, one can already be regarded as having cultivated the Ghost Valley mental method to the top of the room. Generally, people with good aptitude need to practice hard decades ago.

Stretching out the palm of the old man, the sword placed on the table appeared in his palm.

Teleportation!

The next moment, the old man's body disappeared into the hotel.

.........

Faxi Temple, a squatting room.

Han Wenxin was lying on the couch and sleeping soundly. He hadn't had a good rest for several days.

"Brother Han!"

At this moment, a black shadow fell into the room, and then gently patted Han Wenxin's face.

It was An Jing who came.

"Xiaohuan, I can't do it..."

Han Wenxin grunted and said in a daze.

"How can a man say no?"

"Snapped!"

An Jing patted Han Wenxin's cheek hard.

Han Wenxin sat up suddenly, then looked at An Jing, and said, "Brother An, let me sleep for a while."

As he said that, Han Wenxin was about to fall on the bed and continue to sleep, but the next moment he sat up suddenly, with horror on his face.

"you you......"

Isn't An Jing dead?

Could it be that this is a ghost?

Or did An Jing give him a dream?

"Don't you know me?" An Jing smiled.

Seeing An Jing's smile, Han Wenxin was even more frightened, tears streaming down his face in an instant: "Brother An, I'm sorry for you, when I was drinking with you before, I secretly mixed water, I told Xiaohuan Your bad words, saying that you are weak and short, and even using your name to do some bad things... My conscience has been eaten by dogs, I Han Wenxin I am sorry for you..... You are a ghost, you still think of me."

An Jing's face darkened, and he said, "What bad things have you done?"

"I wrote to Miss Cao's family in your handwriting, asking her to enjoy the flowers together, but she didn't come."

Han Wenxin cried and said: "Brother An, I know you died a miserable death. If you tell me who killed you, I will definitely avenge you. You can go to reincarnation with peace of mind. Don't be an orphan in the mortal world." It's a ghost."

"Fuck!"

An Jing slapped Han Wenxin's bare marinated egg hard, "I'm still alive and well."

Han Wenxin felt a pain in the back of his head, and was stunned when he heard An Jing's words.

"real or fake?"

"Of course it's true."

Han Wenxin touched An Jing's hand cautiously, "Oh, this hand is really hot."

"Are you really alive!?"

Han Wenxin pinched his thigh, feeling a pain, and looked at An Jing in front of him in astonishment.

An Jing didn't die! ?

What exactly is going on! ?

An Jing said angrily: "Brother Han, I won't mention the bad things you did in the past."

"Fart, I was talking nonsense just now."

Han Wenxin's face was neither red nor heartbeat, and he said angrily: "Brother An, what's going on? I have guarded your spirit for three days for nothing."

An Jing took a deep breath and said: "It's a long story, so I'll make it short. I offended a master, so I can only feign death for the time being."

Han Wenxin said proudly: "Just say it, I will help you settle it."

"Let's not talk about it now."

An Jing thought for a while, then asked in a concentrated voice: "How is Tan Yun?"

Han Wenxin said honestly: "She is missing, and I have been looking for her for three days."

"Missing?"

An Jing frowned, but felt a chill in his heart.

He remembered very clearly that when he was about to step into Jishi Hall, it was Tan Yun who told him to run quickly. Could it be that Master Jiang killed someone to silence him?

"Yeah, it disappeared somehow." Han Wenxin nodded.

During this period of time, he mobilized all his connections to find Tan Yun's whereabouts, but how could he find Tan Yun with his connections?

"I see."

An Jing took a deep breath, "I can't stay in Yuzhou City anymore. I plan to go to Qingmei first. If I miss her on the way, you can stop her for me and send me a message."

After hearing this, Han Wenxin's heart trembled, he nodded slightly and said, "But how can I contact you?"

An Jing has never said who he offended, but Han Wenxin knows that this is definitely not a simple person.

Because when Wang He, Wang Zhiping's uncle and nephew were embarrassing An Jing, he didn't even frown.

"Here's a paper man."

An Jing took out two paper figurines, handed one of them to Han Wenxin, and said, "There is a paper figurine here, you can contact me, as long as you move his right hand, I will know immediately."

"Oh?"

When Han Wenxin saw this paper figurine, his eyes lit up immediately, "This is a good thing, is there a bigger one?"

"What are you going to do?"

An Jing frowned.

Han Wenxin played with it for a while, and said with a smile: "I plan to invite the best painter in Yuzhou City..."

When An Jing heard this, he immediately knew what Han Wenxin was thinking, "I advise you to be careful, if this paper figurine is broken, our connection will also be broken."

This paper figure is easy to break, Han Wenxin likes to play with flowers...

Han Wenxin's face also became a little serious, and said: "Brother An, don't worry, when are you going to come back after leaving?"

"I don't know, let's talk about finding Qingmei first. As for the fact that I'm still alive, you can't tell anyone."

An Jing's voice sank, and he thought to himself: I will come back when I kill Jiang Ye and find out who is behind him.

"Brother An, you really have learned martial arts."

Han Wenxin thought of something, and said relievedly: "I said it a long time ago, reading is useless, learning medicine is useless, we have to practice martial arts..."

"By the way, what state are you in now? Have you reached the sixth rank? Be careful if you go out like this."

An Jing took a deep breath and said, "Brother Han, take good care of yourself, don't forget what I told you."