My wife is the sect leader

An Jing took a look at Han Wenxin, wondering in his heart, could it be that the man in black beat him up last night and then said he settled his grievances?If true, that's really good news.

"My dad married a lady for me tonight." Han Wenxin chuckled.

An Jing: "......"

"I haven't told anyone about this yet."

There was a glimmer of hope in Han Wenxin's eyes, "It is said that the lady looks very iconic, has a gentle and pure personality, and has a wealthy family. She has a shop in Linjiang City. If this can be done......"

Hearing this, An Jing couldn't help but nodded, "That's pretty good."

"Brother An, come, come, let's talk as we walk."

Han Wenxin pulled An Jing and walked towards the distance. The more he thought about it, the more excited he said: "Come and teach me some experience."

"Experience, what experience?" An Jing asked in confusion:

"It's the blind date experience between you and your younger siblings. What should I pay attention to then?"

"Be careful not to expose your true nature."

"Brother An, what do you mean?" Han Wenxin suddenly showed a hint of displeasure.

"What I said is the truth."

An Jing said seriously.

If Han Wenxin revealed his true nature, it would be difficult to find a woman based on his conditions.

"What do you think your siblings saw in you?" Han Wenxin said to himself, "Could it be because of your looks?"

Speaking of this, he couldn't help looking at An Jing who was on the side.

I have to say that An Jing looks really good, especially those eyes, his eyes don't look modified at all.But upon closer inspection, his eyes were as clear as a lake and as bright as a bright moon.

"Brother An, what do you think I look like?"

Han Wenxin elbowed An Jingdao.

"If you're not ugly, you're still pretty."

An Jing glanced at Han Wenxin, who had a bruised nose and a swollen face, and couldn't help laughing.

"Damn it."

When Han Wenxin heard this, he suddenly sank, and hummed softly: "I think we are similar, half a catty is right."

"No no no!"

An Jing quickly shook his head, "Brother Han, you are wrong, there is a difference between looking scary and looking scary."

When Han Wenxin heard this, he immediately put on a tiger's face.

The two chatted while walking, and they arrived at the ancient bridge of Yuzhou River not long after.

At this time, the rivers on both sides are moored with dense boats, and a few boatmen are sparsely shaking the boats, waiting for tourists.

"Hey, isn't that old man Zhou?"

Just when An Jing was about to say goodbye and go home, Han Wenxin couldn't help exclaiming when he saw the familiar figure in front of him.

When An Jing heard this, he also looked over.

On a small boat in front of him, Zhou Xianming stood at the bow with his hands behind his hands, his face full of intoxication.

"Miss Liyue, I, Zhou Xianming, are back."

Feeling the fresh air, Zhou Xianming felt inexplicably relaxed. At this moment, a piercing voice came to his ears.

"Hi, old man Zhou."

Zhou Xianming was startled, and subconsciously followed the voice, and saw An Jing and Han Wenxin standing by the lake, and Han Wenxin, who had a bruised nose and a swollen face, was waving at him constantly.

"Doctor Xiao An, I finally see you."

Zhou Xianming ignored Han Wenxin directly, seeing An Jing was like seeing a relative.

"Old man, where is Lao Tzu saying hello to you?" Han Wenxin frowned when he saw Zhou Xianming ignoring him.

This vulgar warrior!

Zhou Xianming cursed secretly in his heart, but he smiled apologetically on his face, "Han... Han Butou, are you here?"

"How did you do in the exam, old boy? Did you come back so early?"

Seeing this, Han Wenxin nodded in satisfaction: "Did you fail again? But it doesn't matter, this matter has long been expected."

Zhou Xianming ignored Han Wenxin, turned his head to look at An Jing, and seemed to want to say something, "Doctor Xiao An......"

"Mr. Zhou, it doesn't matter if you don't make the list, don't be discouraged."

An Jing comforted: "It will be fine if you get used to being a cow and a horse."

When Zhou Xianming heard this, his entire face darkened.

Han Wenxin thought of something, and suggested beside him: "In order to celebrate the return of the old man Qiuwei, in my opinion, why don't we listen to the music?"

"Okay."

Zhou Xianming's eyes lit up when he heard Han Wenxin's words. It was the first time he realized that this vulgar warrior was not so vulgar.

"Forget it, I have to go back in time."

An Jing shook his head.

"do not."

When Zhou Xianming heard this, he hurriedly said: "Doctor Xiao'an, if there is no you, the sky full of stars will be like a bright moon competing for glory, what's the point?"

Han Wenxin nodded again and again: "That's right, Brother An, there is a generation between me and this old man, and we have no common language."

Zhou Xianming glanced at Han Wenxin, took a deep breath, and thought to himself, "Forget it, I'll endure it in order to be able to listen to the music."

"I really can't go." An Jing shook his head.He still remembers the consequences of being discovered when he went to listen to a song with Zhou Xianming last time.

Maybe the two of them have secret ghosts, especially Zhou Xianming, who can betray himself at any time for money.

It is not a good habit to listen to music on the hook bar.

Zhou Xianming rolled his eyes and said, "How about this, I'll go and call Mr. Li, and we'll go together, so there will be lots of people and it will be lively."

"Mr. Li?"

Han Wenxin frowned slightly after hearing this. Anyway, he and these readers couldn't urinate in the same pot.

When An Jing heard this, his heart was moved. He didn't test out Li Fuzhou last time. This is a good opportunity to see what his purpose is.

"Alright."

An Jing thought for a while, and said: "But I will trouble Mr. Zhou to make a trip, by the way..."

"Doctor Xiao An, please rest assured and leave it to me."

Zhou Xianming smiled meaningfully.

Sure enough, who can refuse to goulan to listen to the music?

.........

On the Yuzhou River.

A painting boat floats with the water waves, and the crisp and sweet sound of the piano floats out of it.

In the painting boat, An Jing, Li Fuzhou, Han Wenxin, and Zhou Xianming were sitting on the table respectively, and in front of them was a young woman who was plucking the strings.

"Mr. Li, we haven't listened to music like this for a long time."

Zhou Xianming turned his head to look at Li Fuzhou and sighed.

"A total of 23 days."

Li Fuzhou nodded, then raised his glass and said, "Come, let's have a drink."

"Come, have a drink."

Zhou Xianming also raised his glass.

The two exchanged cups and cups, cherishing each other, showing their deep affection and righteousness.

Li Fuzhou is very clear about the origin of the person who others don't know.

Zhou Xianming, a native of Xiacheng in the Shu Road, his father was originally the master of Xiacheng, he followed his father to learn writing and calligraphy since he was a child, and he was as awe-inspiring as an adult when he was seven years old. He is a well-known prodigy in Xiacheng. When he was 12 years old, his family suffered a catastrophe. Because of a corruption case, his father was sent to the frontier, and his mother soon became depressed. and die.

Zhou Xianming did not take part in the scientific examination, but instead sold all his belongings, traveled around for decades, and finally settled in Yuzhou City.

According to Li Fuzhou's observation, Zhou Xianming is a great talent, a great talent who has been hidden in the world, maybe his literary palace has already cultivated a literary spirit, and if it manifests, the future will be bright.

It was the time for the Devil's Cult to employ people, especially a counselor like Zhou Xianming who could understand the situation.

"Hey, I haven't seen you for more than 20 days, it's so long."

Zhou Xianming put down the wine cup and sighed, "I wonder how your daily life is going?"

He lived frugally in Linjiang City, and his life was very shabby. He was not as happy as he was singing and singing every night in Yuzhou City.

"My daily life is not normal." Han Wenxin said with a mouthful of meat, shaking his head.

"Vulgar!" An Jing couldn't help but say.

Li Fuzhou nodded, and then said lightly. "I have nothing to do when I'm free, but arranging flowers and making jade ears."

An Jing: "......"

"Where's Dr. An?" Seeing that An Jing was silent, Zhou Xianming couldn't help asking.

"I?"

An Jing said calmly: "I only eat three meals a day, so I can't compare to them in style."

"I'm relieved to hear that everyone is well." Zhou Xianming nodded.

It turns out that their lives are much better than mine in Linjiang City.

An Jing thought for a while, and said: "By the way, Mr. Zhou, your autumn is almost over, do you want to go back to the teahouse to tell a story?"

"storytelling?"

Zhou Xianming shook his head and said, "Forget it, after Qiu Wei, I have to go to Yujing City for the test and palace test."

"Will test and palace test?"

The Korean novice paused, "Didn't you fail the exam?"

"When did I say I failed the exam?"

Zhou Xianming said angrily: "I won, and I was the top of the high school list."

Top of the list! ?

When Han Wenxin heard this, his eyes widened, and then he laughed loudly, "Old boy, are you daydreaming again? If you win the leader, I will drink up the water of this Yuzhou River."

Zhou Xianming blew his beard and stared, "You said that."

Han Wenxin snorted coldly: "I Han Wenxin speaks, I smear a nail with one sip, and drink it up when I say it."

"Just wait and drink." Zhou Xianming said not to be outdone.

"Okay, okay, stop arguing about these meaningless things."

An Jing acted as a peacemaker beside him, and said with a smile: "Mr. Zhou, are you really going to Yujing City?"

"Of course, Qiu Wei this time is just a small test."

Zhou Xianming nodded.

Since Zhou Xianming chose to become an official, he naturally had to do it to the extreme, or else he might as well be a storyteller in Yuzhou City.

An Jing said with a regretful face: "That's really a pity, I have always liked listening to your books."

He didn't lie in his words, if it's okay to come first, his favorite thing is to listen to Zhou Xianming's storytelling in the nearby teahouse.

Zhou Xianming waved his hands and smiled, "It's all true and false, just hearsay. If Dr. An wants to hear it, I'll tell you something later when I have nothing to do."

An Jing's heart moved, and he said, "Why don't you tell me something now, I've always been curious about the Devil's Cult."

"Magic Sect!?"

When Zhou Xianming heard this, he paused.