My wife is the sect leader

"You and I don't have to be so polite." Han Wenxin smiled and sat down at a random seat.

"Brother Han, the two of us should have a good drink then." An Jing patted Han Wenxin on the shoulder.

"Since then, it has been much more difficult for us to go out to drink, and the wanton life in the past has gone away."

Han Wenxin winked and said.

In the past, when they were free, Han Wenxin and An Jing often went out to listen to music and drink together, and they had a very good relationship.

"Eating wine? Have we ever had wine? Brother Han, don't talk nonsense."

An Jing glanced at Han Wenxin and said calmly.

Han Wenxin: "???"

This is faster than that Goulan woman turning her face?

An Jing patted Han Wenxin on the shoulder, and said, "Brother Han, you are not young anymore, it's time to consider starting a family."

"Me? I'm not in a hurry yet."

Han Wenxin shook his head, then thought of something, and said, "By the way, I heard that you are still married to a famous lady, is it true?"

"Of course it's true." Speaking of this, An Jing couldn't help but burst into joy.

Han Wenxin couldn't help muttering: "The dowry of that famous lady is not ordinary..."

He has never seen what that woman looks like, so he doesn't know for the time being, but when a lady of the Dayan family gets married, the dowry is also a lot of money.

In this way, isn't his Brother An about to become prosperous?

"Dowry?"

An Jing glanced at Han Wenxin angrily, "Brother Han, you are really a layman."

What is a dowry?

Money is nothing but possessions outside the body, how precious can the first drop of blood be?

Han Wenxin frowned, and said with a hey smile: "Brother An is wrong, I, Han Wenxin, am just a rough person."

Chapter 5 Blue-faced, fangs, ghost-faced Buddha

Inside the cave.

Zhao Qingmei was dressed in a red wedding dress, with a hipa on her head.

"squeak!"

Tan Yun pushed open the door and walked in.

Zhao Qingmei asked: "Tan Yun, has everything been investigated?"

"The investigation has made it clear that most of the people who came here are neighbors who have been friends with my uncle on weekdays." Tan Yun replied.

"I see." Zhao Qingmei covered her head with a hipa, she couldn't see her expression clearly, but her tone was very flat.

"Miss, I also inquired about one more thing. An altar owner from the Cao Gang wanted the title deed from my uncle. He even threatened and threatened my uncle a few days ago." Tan Yun said in a deep voice: "Today, my uncle was delayed when he came to get married. Shi Chen was the culprit of the Cao Gang, but fortunately a head catcher came forward to solve it."

Dare to make trouble on the great day of the leader! ?

Today is a special day, a day of rejoicing that only happens once in a lifetime. The members of the Wang family actually came to make trouble. The meaning of this is self-evident.

And what does it mean to force the sale of the title deed? It's nothing more than an empty-handed white wolf, just to let you die!

"Today is a day of great joy." Zhao Qingmei said indifferently: "And tomorrow will be a sunny day, the sun will be big."

Zhao Qingmei likes sunny days, because sunny days kill people quickly and blood dries quickly.

"Your servant understands." Tan Yun nodded hastily.

Zhao Qingmei thought of something, and said: "And from now on, I hope you will pay attention to yourselves."

"Yes." Tan Yun understood.

Zhao Qingmei practiced the Heavenly Demon Art, the so-called Ten Thousand Phases of the Heavenly Demon, even the top masters could not see the aura, and Tan Yun was a master of one of the three sects of the Demon Sect, hiding and tracking were the best at it, if she restrained her aura machine, it is difficult for others to see through.

.........

The moon was bright and the stars were sparse, and most of the many guests gradually dispersed.

"I'm in."

An Jing came to the door of the bridal chamber.

"Crack—!"

As the door slowly opened, An Jing walked in.

Zhao Qingmei put her hands in front of her legs, clenched tightly, and could hear the slightly gasping breathing.

"I'm going to pick a hijab."

An Jing smiled, picked up the steelyard and picked up Na Xipa.

When the hipa fell, Zhao Qingmei's delicate face looked even more attractive under the light of the candle, especially the red lips, which seemed to melt people into it completely.

At this time, a rosy glow appeared on her white as jade cheeks, and she was looking at An Jing affectionately with her eyes full of autumn water.

"Ome."

An Jing took Zhao Qingmei's jade hand, only feeling a warmth.

An Jing never expected that he would be able to marry such a beautiful woman.

Zhao Qingmei only felt her heart beating extremely fast, like a deer bumping wildly, she lost all strength in her whole body, and fell directly into An Jing's arms.

"Qingmei, you may have to suffer with me in the future..."

"Husband, just like that cup of tea, we may suffer for a while, but we will definitely not suffer forever."

Zhao Qingmei looked at An Jing and said.

"Yes, we won't suffer forever." An Jing looked at the person in front of him, and vowed in his heart to treat such a considerate wife well.

"lady."

"Ok?"

"It's time for the bridal chamber..."

Then there was only a cry, and the candle was extinguished.

..........

The next day.

An Jing slowly opened his eyes, and a faint ray of sunlight shone through the window lattice.

The red curtain is still full of warmth.

"Husband, you are awake."

Just then, the door opened.

Zhao Qingmei took off her red wedding dress, and wore a blue shirt, which had a special aura and temperament. At this time, she was wearing a skirt around her waist, and there was still some sweat on her forehead.

"I made a medicinal porridge according to the records in the medicine book on your desk. You should try it quickly."

An Jing was both amused and moved when he heard it, "This medicinal porridge is used to nourish the body. I am in good health, so I don't need supplements at all."

Saying that, An Jing got up and got out of bed, looked at the fragrant medicinal porridge on the table, and secretly sighed in his heart.

Having a wife like this, what can a husband ask for?

After An Jing drank the medicinal porridge, he only felt a hot air in his body that lingered for a long time, and he was secretly startled. Could it be that the human flower has condensed?

If one wants to reach the realm of a master from the first rank, one must gather three flowers, namely the human flower, the ground flower, and the small flower.

An Jing's cultivation has been stagnant for more than half a year, and the human flower has not condensed. Now it seems that the shackles have been easily broken.

Now as long as the ground flower, smallpox, and the three flowers are combined into one, you can reach the realm of the master in the world.

Unexpectedly, in one night, he would condense a human flower, one of the three flowers.

"How does it taste?" Zhao Qingmei asked nervously.

"Of course it is very good."

An Jing smiled and said, "Madam, I like to eat everything you cook."

"That's good. Husband likes it. From now on, I will boil it for him every day." Zhao Qingmei breathed a sigh of relief, her eyes were full of smiles.

"Ma'am, take a look at the pharmacy first. There are still some herbs that are missing a few days ago. I'll go and ask now."

"Okay, you can go at ease."

Seeing An Jing leave, Tan Yun couldn't help but said: "Miss, why don't you invite a few servants? It's not time to get up to cook porridge, who can bear it?"

The hands of the leader of the sect were covered with blood, when were they used to cook porridge for others?

"Just do what you're supposed to do."

Zhao Qingmei didn't know what to think of, and a smile appeared on the corner of her mouth: "When you and I come back from the street to buy some meat and vegetables, I will make good preparations for lunch and dinner."

"Yes."

Tan Yun sighed helplessly.

..........

Yuzhou City, Red Pavilion.

"Master Wang, come and have another drink."

"Mr. Wang, let me tell you the story of Yulin Peak again. Was there really a third-rank master haunting that day?"

"Are those devils really imprisoned in the Yuzhou Prison?"

In an elegant box, Wang Zhiping's face was flushed, surrounded by Yingying and Yanyan.

"Let me tell you that I am now at the seventh rank. With my aptitude and my uncle's training, I have a great chance to enter the fifth rank or even the fourth rank in the future." Wang Zhiping laughed triumphantly.

"Four products!?"

There was a burst of exclamation around.

Among the rivers and lakes, the fourth rank is already considered a master, and in the Cao Gang, he can even sit on the position of the deputy helmsman.

"It's probably impossible."

At this moment, a sharp and cold voice sounded.

"Who!?"

When Wang Zhiping heard this voice, he suddenly became sober for the most part.

"It doesn't matter who I am, what matters is who you are."

Outside the door, a fat and bloated old monk clasped his hands together, with a smile on his mouth. The old monk had an ugly face, like a ghost.

Anyone who has been in the rivers and lakes knows that there are four kinds of people in the rivers and lakes: women and children, monks and Taoists.

"Who are you? I have no enmity with you..."

Wang Zhiping took a deep breath, and touched his body with his palm.

"Pfft!"

"Pfft!"

Before Wang Zhiping finished speaking, the long knives in the hands of several women next to him stabbed directly into his body.

"You...you..."

Wang Zhiping's eyes were astonished, and he looked at the woman who was flirting with him just now in disbelief, and finally his body limp and fell to the ground.

"Guardian, this little seventh-rank figure, would you please come here in person?"

A woman wiped the blood from her face, and said respectfully to the old monk.

Wang Zhiping didn't know the identity of this old monk, but she knew it very well. He was one of the four guardians of the Demon Sect's Human Sect. He was the head of the White Horse Temple of the Lianzong, and then betrayed the White Horse Temple to join the Demon Sect. He was notorious in the world. Like thunder.

Thirty years ago, the Tibetan Sword Villa was bloodbathed, killing 30 seven people, including babies.

Thirteen years ago, he attacked the Ulan tribe at night on the Mobei grassland, and beheaded third-rank Mobei masters, countless fourth-rank masters, and finally a peerless murderer who was beheaded by a second-rank master, Ghost Face Buddha.