My wife is the sect leader

Liu Tuhu was also taken aback, "I haven't used any force yet, is this old scholar dead?"

"Dead?"

"Still a Confucian scholar rushing for the exam."

........

Hearing this, the surrounding neighbors began to discuss in low voices.

"I don't want the interest."

Some cold sweat broke out on Liu Tuhu's forehead, "It's this old man... the scholar insisted on hugging my thigh, and he insisted on hitting my fist with his face. This has nothing to do with me, you have all seen it... ..."

The surrounding people were silent, no one spoke, but they seemed to say in their eyes that this Confucian scholar was clearly beaten to death by you.

"It has nothing to do with me, nothing at all."

As Liu Tuhu said, he rushed out the door.

Seeing Butcher Liu left, the neighbors came out slowly.

"Is this scholar really dead?"

"Liu Tuhu has learned some martial arts, and he is very strong. It is really possible to beat this scholar to death."

"It's really pathetic."

.........

The old man Bai and Bai Huan were also slightly taken aback, feeling a little sad in their hearts.

"Then...the Butcher Liu left?"

Just then, a weak voice sounded.

Zhou Xianming slowly opened his eyes, then stood up with difficulty and said.

"Yo, this scholar is not dead yet."

Everyone was surprised.

"Mr. Zhou, are you alright?" Bai Huan asked with surprise in his eyes when he saw this.

"It's nothing serious, but it's not bad."

Zhou Xianming didn't care about the bruised nose and swollen face, and sighed: "The beatings during this period were not in vain."

"Mr. Zhou, you go into the house and rest." Old man Sun said hastily.

"No, Mr. Sun, Miss Xiaohuan, I have to go."

Zhou Xianming thought of something, and with lingering fear in his heart, he said, "If Butcher Liu reacts, I don't know if he will come back."

"Tomorrow is the day to release the rankings. Are you going back today?"

"Forget it, I, Mr. Zhou, must be in high school. It doesn't matter if I watch it or not."

Hearing Zhou Xianming's words, everyone present looked at each other in blank dismay.

With the support of the old man Bai and Bai Huan, Zhou Xianming came to the room to tidy up and prepare to run, with a trace of regret in his bruised nose and swollen eyes: "It's a pity that the customs and customs of Linjiang City are too expensive."

.........

Yuzhou City, Yulan Square in the east of the city.

There are many shops on both sides of the street, and small vendors are also orderly setting up their stalls on both sides. The Magnolia Square in front is full of people and guests gather.

"Don't squeeze, don't squeeze, today's new horseshoe cake is ten cents a piece."

The clerk of Magnolia Square yelled loudly.

"How many copies?" Someone couldn't help asking.

"That is to say, yesterday I waited for three cups of tea, and finally said it was gone."

"More than 300 copies today, enough." The man laughed.

When everyone heard this, they immediately breathed a sigh of relief.

An Jing was dressed in blue, straddling a small medicine box, standing behind the crowd.

Li Fuzhou stood aside, holding a book in his hand, as if he had put his whole heart into it, unable to extricate himself.

Today's outpatient visit, An Jing specially called Li Fuzhou.

"It's lively here."

Li Fuzhou read it for a while, then closed the book in his hand.

"This is a newly opened pastry shop. It's delicious and unique." An Jing glanced ahead.

"It was that delicious guy Tan Yun who asked my uncle to take it?"

Li Fuzhou couldn't help shaking his head when he heard this.

"She just raised her mouth, and I was also very curious, anyway, I have nothing to do."

An Jing let out a breath, and asked casually: "Mr. Zhou, you are not like Mr. Zhou. Why do you have to read books every day?"

Old man Li, just keep pretending, are you really reading a book, or are you reading a secret letter from the Demon Cult?

"It's just hobbies." Li Fuzhou cast a glance at An Jing.

"Besides reading, does the third master have other hobbies?" An Jing asked with a smile.

"Listen to music on the hook." Li Fuzhou said while carefully putting the book in his hand into his cuff.

An Jing: "......"

"As for why I read books, have you ever heard of it?"

Li Fuzhou patted An Jing on the shoulder, "What is done on paper is always shallow, and I know that this matter must be done in practice."

The two then looked at each other, seeming to understand.

"Cough cough..."

An Jing coughed lightly, and said, "Third Master, actually I have a question I've been wanting to ask you for a long time."

Li Fuzhou put his hands behind his back, and said calmly: "Ask, I know everything about Goulan, and I can't say enough. I may not be able to teach you other things."

About the mystery of Goulan, I need you to teach me?

An Jing sneered in his heart, but asked with a smile on his face: "If you say, Third Master, you are a top expert in the Jianghu, what would you do?"

"Um!?"

Li Fuzhou glanced at An Jing, "It seems that I have asked you this before?"

"I'm also curious about the thoughts of the third master, whether I can get some inspiration from it."

"How tall is it? How about Han Wenxin?"

Do you have the nerve to compare Han Wenxin with you?

An Jing laughed beside him and said, "That kid Han Wenxin is at the level of fish and shrimp in the Jianghu. The third master must be much higher than him. Is he worthy to compare with you?"

Li Fuzhou frowned, and muttered: "If I were a top expert in the Jianghu, then I would definitely travel all over mountains and rivers, read thousands of books, travel thousands of miles, and search for thousands of hooks..."

Looking for thousands of hooks...

An Jing frowned, and gave a thumbs up, "The third master is worthy of being a scholar, and what he said is really impeccable."

This old boy Li Fuzhou is worthy of being the head of the Renzong sect of the Demon Cult.

If An Jing hadn't seen his true face in Mount Lu, it would have been difficult for him to guess that this little old man was actually the leader of the Demon Sect.

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Chapter 105 Talking about the Devil's Cult in the Painting Boat

The autumn wind is bleak, blowing the fallen leaves all over the place.

As late autumn is approaching, the weather is gradually getting colder.

The tree trunks on both sides of the Yuzhou River are bare, which adds a bit of loneliness and loneliness.

But Jishitang's life is just like usual, ordinary, peaceful and warm.

"Doctor Xiao An?"

An Jing and Zhao Qingmei were grinding herbs when a voice suddenly came from outside the door.

A middle-aged man in a rough shirt limped in.

"Old Li, how are you? Are your legs and feet feeling better?"

The person standing at the door is Lao Li, a boatman who is punting on the Yuzhou River. The weather has turned cold recently, and the number of people playing has also decreased visible to the naked eye, and the work of punting has naturally decreased a lot.

Some time ago I heard that others can earn some money picking coal. My body in my fifties and 60s ran to pick coal. Due to my lack of experience and skills, I still held my face. The weight of the coal did not decrease at all. feet.

"After being treated by Doctor Xiao'an, there is no reason why my leg injury is bad."

Old Li smiled and took out a piece of kraft paper, and said, "Here are some persimmons, they are ripe and sweet."

Seeing this, An Jing quickly said: "You're very polite, no one in our family eats this persimmon, you should take it back."

This boatman, Lao Li, is a widower. He is the only one in his family with no children. He usually lives a tight life.

"Hold on, a few persimmons are worthless things. Doctor Xiao An and Mrs. Xiao An just take them and eat them. Could it be that they despise Lao Li?"

When Lao Li heard this, he said anxiously.

Zhao Qingmei laughed lightly, picked up the red persimmons on the table and began to play with them, "Husband, since Lao Li said so, let's accept it. I haven't eaten persimmons for a long time."

"That's right." Lao Li immediately laughed when he heard this, "Mrs. Xiao'an, if you want to eat, I still have it at home, and it's covered with a tree. My legs and feet are not flexible. I'm planning to find a small stall. sell these persimmons."

"I won't bother you two anymore."

After finishing speaking, Lao Li limped out of Jishitang.

An Jing looked at Lao Li's back and sighed in his heart. These ordinary people are so simple and unpretentious. Every year he receives a lot of people like this. A few days ago, someone sent a local chicken.

Little Heizi ate all the bones and became fat.

"Husband, I've been busy all morning, let's have a persimmon."

Zhao Qingmei weighed the persimmon, then peeled off the skin of the persimmon, and stretched it out in front of An Jing.

An Jing chuckled, "Ma'am, I'll feed you at night, shouldn't you be feeding me during the day?"

"Death."

Zhao Qingmei's beautiful eyes were watery, she said charmingly and reproachfully.

That's what An Jing said, but he still took the persimmon honestly, Zhao Qingmei's skin is still a bit thinner, unlike him.

"Uncle, I just heard that there is food..."

At this moment, Tan Yun rubbed his eyes and walked out of the back hall sleepily.

"You lazy bastard, you know how to eat every day."

An Jing said angrily.

In the past few days, Tan Yun's spirit seems to have deteriorated again, as if he did not wake up when doing anything.

"Persimmon, did that person just send persimmons?"

Tan Yun saw the persimmons on the table at a glance, and couldn't help sticking out his pink tongue and licking his lips, "Uncle..."

"Just take it and eat it, can I not let you eat it?"

After An Jing finished speaking, he sat down on a chair and continued to grind herbs.

"Grandpa, you are the best."

Tan Yun carried two persimmons excitedly, and then sat at the door.

The little black boy ran over with his cheerful tail, circled around Tan Yun's feet, squatted on the ground, his round belly was pressed to the ground, and looked curiously at the persimmon in Tan Yun's hand.

"Let it go! Let it go!"

At this moment, there was a hurried sound outside the door.

An Jing and Zhao Qingmei could not help looking over.