Fantasy: At the beginning, the saint girl was tricked into joining the Demon Cult!

"make a deal!"

"Okay, let's go...the door is closing." Nan Botu urged, watching Jiang Han's leaving back, but he twitched his beard, "You little pervert, want to go to the old library to find picture albums? You're really smart! "

Jiang Han returned to Misty Peak, because Sun Jiujian lived in Misty Peak before, so it is not as luxurious as other peaks.

There are bamboos all around, and there is an elegant small building in the bamboo sea.

As soon as he entered the door, Jiang Han could smell the aroma of food.

Looking again, it turned out that there were already several small dishes in the small bamboo forest, and at this moment Zhou Baoer came out with a plate of small dishes.

"You did it?" Jiang Han was overjoyed, and immediately went forward, only to find that it was all a bamboo shoot feast.

Braised bamboo shoots in oil, sauerkraut young shoots, fresh bamboo shoot broth, bamboo shoot stewed meat, and a fried rice with bamboo shoots.

"I saw that there are bamboo shoots around here, so I picked some. Since you won't come, I'll do it first." Zhou Baoer took off her apron and put it on the bamboo pole beside her.

Jiang Han moved his index finger and was about to start his mouth, but Zhou Baoer stopped him, and she said, "Go wash your hands before eating."

"Okay, okay, listen to my wife!" Jiang Han said with a smile.

He found another cage beside the well, in which were two big mice, but the size of the mice was no less than a small piglet, and he said, "What's the matter with these mice?"

"The bamboo rats here, this mountain is full of spiritual bamboos. After the bamboo rats eat bamboo, there is spiritual energy in their flesh, but they are too cute, I can't do it." Zhou Baoer said, she served Jiang Han with rice with bamboo shoots.

Jiang Han ate the food, but felt it was very delicious: "I can't believe that you can cook."

"Why, it's strange that I can cook?"

"I thought you were the kind of fairy who didn't eat the fireworks of the world. You would leave the small things like cooking to other people." Jiang Han sighed, the fried bamboo shoots were very tender, and the taste was sweet, very fresh.

Bao'er chuckled: "Eat your food, I used to cook at home. At that time, my father and mother went out to do farm work, and I was with my younger siblings. As the eldest sister of the family, I naturally You have to know how to cook."

"Fortunately, you were rescued by your master, otherwise I wouldn't be able to eat such a delicious meal."

"You like to eat, I will make it for you every day from now on." Bao'er's eyes were so tender that Jiang Han almost melted.

It really is a treasure girl.

"Where do I live tonight?" Jiang Han ate, his eyes flicked on Bao'er's face again.

Zhou Bao'er naturally knew what Jiang Han was thinking, she said: "In the morning, there will be disciples who will bring food and elixir, so you will naturally stay in your room."

"But the bed in my room, I'm afraid it's too narrow, and I'm afraid of the dark." Jiang Han looked aggrieved.

"Wouldn't it be solved if the bed is widened and the lights are on?" Bao'er fought back without hesitation.

Jiang Han confessed: "Okay, let's listen to your wife!"

"Jiang Lang, let me ask you a question."

"Well, tell me, wife."

"What do you like about me?" Zhou Baoer put the chopsticks in her mouth, and looked at Jiang Han tenderly.

Jiang Han smirked, and he swallowed all the bamboo shoot rice in his mouth: "I like it everywhere."

Chapter 42 The Heavenly Sword Sect's Business

Jiang Han planned to spend the night at Misty Peak today, and his and Zhou Baoer's rooms were only separated by a corridor, so they could see each other.

"It's getting late, go to bed early." Zhou Baoer said.

"Good night." Jiang Han grinned at Zhou Baoer, and they both closed the curtains in a tacit understanding.

In the new room, Jiang Han saw that the surrounding furnishings were simple but neat.

Unexpectedly, in the closet, Zhou Baoer prepared several clothes for Jiang Han, all of which fit perfectly. There was a note in the pocket of one of the clothes, with a line of beautiful small characters written on it.

"Wear this outfit tomorrow. Since you are a disciple of Tianjiao, don't wear the clothes of a lay disciple. Just change into your usual casual clothes when you go back to the pier."

Looking at these small characters, Jiang Han was also very moved. He said, "Everything is clearly arranged."

He jumped on the bed and found that the bedding was new and smelled of the sun.

Maybe right now he has abandoned the left protector of the Demon Sect, and is only in Misty Peak, so he can live such a warm little life every day.

Such days are happiness and stability?

The corners of Jiang Han's mouth curled up. That night he had the most solid sleep since time travelling.

In the early morning of the next day, there was no news about the colorful lights, but another news came from the disciples of the He Huan Sect.

That was the case of missing children in Jiangcheng for a long time.

In fact, this is not the first time that children have disappeared. Every two or three years, there will almost always be cases of children missing for a period of time.

In the hall of the elders, Jiang Han also participated.

Because everyone has now recognized that Jiang Han, as a person from the wharf, is more well-informed than ordinary people in news channels.

Liu Wushuang said: "Han Jiang, among the three religions and nine streams you have come into contact with, do you know about the disappearance of those children?"

"Although I'm a businessman, I still have a limit. If it's about transporting some children and women, I won't do such a job. It's detrimental to morality." Jiang Han said.

This is the truth, although Jiang Han's wharf also does some black work, but most of them are some shady black money, or they are transporting private salt under the eyes of the government.

For example, population transportation, Jiang Han can't do it.

"However... like some places in Jiangcheng, their prostitutes are all bought. Most of these people are not from Jiangcheng. I don't know how this group of people appeared." Jiang Han said while scratching his chin. , "I'm definitely not the only one doing transportation. Although I monopolize most of the freight, many risky businesses must be taken by some small transportation."

"You help us find it, and you will also be responsible for the transportation of the Heavenly Sword Sect in the future!" Nan Botu spoke at this time.

As soon as this remark came out, Liu Wushuang was obviously a little unhappy: "Why did you change the route temporarily?"

"Elder Liu, our own disciples, of course we will do business for him, but the efficiency must be better, and the commission... also needs to be discounted." Nan Botu said.

Gong Guyan, who was silent all the time, said: "I agree, the few people who have done business with us recently have raised their prices several times in a row, but with so many people in our Heavenly Sword Sect, the demand for vegetables, meat, and daily necessities is usually high." They are all very big, let Hanjiang do it, and if there is any problem, just go to him."

Jiang Han blushed, thinking that it was convenient for him to take the blame.

However, being able to win the business of the Heavenly Sword Sect is also a huge benefit, because the number of disciples of the Heavenly Sword Sect has always been maintained at this level, and people have to live, which means that they need to be transported several times a month.

In earth terms, that is a long-term meal ticket!

Jiang Han said: "Three days, three days, I will definitely find the connection between the three, and I will use all my eyes and ears!"

"I'll help too!" Ye Chen stood up and said.

Liu Wushuang glared at him: "Ye Chen, don't forget, your task is to make alchemy."

"But..." Ye Chen was very embarrassed.

At this time, Gong Guyan beside him smiled and said, "Isn't it to refine some pills for irregular menstruation?"

"You have irregular menstruation! The old man is to provide materials for Ye Chen to refine some pills for everyone to prepare for future battles!" Liu Wushuang said, but there was already a murderous look in her words, obviously she was going to fight with Gong Guyan again It's on.

"Practice alchemy well, and I'll sell your elixir for you later." Jiang Han nodded towards Ye Chen.

"Okay!" Ye Chen grinned.

Jiang Han thought of something again: "Take care of the alchemy furnace, don't fry the furnace! Remember to remember!"

Ye Chen looked confused, thinking that Jiang Han kept reminding him about the fryer again and again?Could he be implying something?

But these years were soon dismissed by Ye Chen.

Can the top-grade alchemy furnace be fried?

Obviously unlikely.

Although Jiang Han didn't want to give up the small bamboo garden in Misty Peak, he knew that many things still had to be run on his own legs. Before leaving, Zhou Bao'er handed Jiang Han a talisman: "If you meet an enemy, tear it apart. With this communication talisman, all the elders of the Heavenly Sword Sect will sense your location."

"Well, I just stayed for a day, alas... I really can't bear it." Jiang Han murmured.

Zhou Baoer smiled like a flower, she suddenly closed her eyes, and raised her chin slightly.

Jiang Han was taken aback: "Huh?"

"Hmm~" Zhou Baoer murmured, her lips parted slightly.

Only then did Jiang Han understand, and immediately hugged Zhou Baoer, and he kissed Zhou Baoer with one mouthful, tasting Zhou Baoer's sweet lips, he still reluctantly let go, but Baoer quickly buried herself in him In her arms, she said softly: "Outside, be careful...I'll wait for you to come back."

"Ah."

Jiang Han looked at Zhou Baoer, walked away while watching, and gradually left Misty Peak, his eyes were full of reluctance and nostalgia.

He knew that he was completely in love with the girl in front of him at this moment.

And in the bamboo forest of Misty Peak, a woman with a bandage on her body was watching all this.

She was Hu Ya who had recovered from her injuries.

Hu Ya pasted a piece of paper talisman on her forehead, and a bastard was drawn on the paper talisman. This is the famous "Turtle's Breathing Curse", which can make people hide their breath and vitality for a stick of incense.

She has been waiting here for a long time, and now that she finally knows the secret, she is very excited.

"Okay! Finally, I didn't let me get bitten by mosquitoes here for nothing. It turns out that there is such a relationship between the two of you! One is an elder, the other is the chief disciple, and the two are shamelessly doing such a thing on Misty Peak ! Humph!"

Hu Ya left quietly.

But Zhou Baoer only had Jiang Han in his eyes, and watched Jiang Han disappear from his field of vision, so he didn't notice that there was a person deep in the bamboo forest.

Chapter 43 Nancui, Beiyan, Dongbao, Xibei

Jiang Han returned to the pier, and after discussing the news with Yang Wanli and others, Yang Wanli and Zhao Gonglu were furious.

Zhao Gonglu crushed a teacup with his fist: "No wonder the old man feels that the people of the Heavenly Sword Sect will always trouble our Demon Sect. Since the death of the leader, we only want to be safe, but they have been killing them all. It turned out that they didn't want us to die, but someone else wanted us to die!"

"Fortunately, the young master's adventure this time allowed us to obtain such important information. Although our Demon Sect is not as good as before, we still don't pay attention to the mere He Huan Sect. They are a group of villains who can only engage in intrigue. "Yang Wanli said.

Zhao Gonglu glanced around, and said, "I'll bring 1000 people immediately, and I'll destroy their Hehuan faction! Damn it!"

"Don't worry, the Hehuan Sect has been keeping a low profile in the Yan Dynasty. No one knows where they are hiding, not even the disciples of the outer sect. This time I have mastered one of their sub-helms The news, it's better to let them suffer the consequences!" Jiang Han stood up and looked outside the door.

Yang Wanli smiled and said, "Young Master, what's your idea?"

"Prepare ten killers for me, and Brother Longhu will also come with me, let's go meet them for a while." Jiang Han said, at this time, Jiang Han's face completely restrained his smile, and there was no trace of joking.

After all, Mozong has been plotted by people for some time in the past, and Mozong's final ending in the script is also very cruel.

"Be pitted to death".

Now that Jiang Han is out of the script, he should take revenge!

The Rouge Pavilion in Jiangcheng is now singing and dancing.

Like Xinghualou, Rouge Pavilion is a first-class romantic place in Jiangcheng.

Jiangcheng has four beauties.

Nancui, Beiyan, Dongbao, Xibei.

This Nancui is naturally the kingfisher of Xinghualou.

And Beiyan is the gorgeous rose of Rouge Pavilion.

Dongbao is Zhou Baoer of the Heavenly Sword Sect, while Xibei is the daughter of the magistrate's family.

People don't know that Rouge Pavilion is actually a branch of the Hehuan Sect. Jiang Han, who is a demon sect, also knows it, but he turns a blind eye. If there is no conflict of interest between the two sides, there is no fight It's necessary.

However, it is different now. The Hehuan faction wants to kill the Demon Sect. Now that the evidence is sufficient, how can Jiang Han tolerate such a poisonous thorn and put it aside like this?

It must be removed!

It is precisely because of the special status of Rouge Pavilion that Jiang Han likes to go to Goulan of Xinghualou to listen to music.

"I was looking at the mountain scenery from the tower, and I heard the commotion outside the city, and the flags fluttering in the air, but it turned out that the soldiers were sent by the general. I also sent people to inquire..."

On the stage, a woman in a dress is singing in front of the hall.

Yiyi Yaya's voice is strangely pleasant.

However, outside the Rouge Pavilion, there is a small tea stall. This small tea stall is also made of the sound of Rouge Pavilion. Those who want to listen to the music but have no money to buy tickets come to this tea stall to enjoy the music. listen.

Dr. Tea is a one-eyed old man who looks very ordinary, wearing a simple blue cloth coat, with a smile on his face, serving tea for several guests around him.

Although Dr. Tea is ordinary, the guests around him are not ordinary at all.

In the several sheds on the tea stand, there were three tables, and more than a dozen men were made. The leader was Jiang Han, but they were all dressed in black tonight.

"Master, they're going in." Yang Long came to Jiang Han's side and whispered.

Sure enough, a few servants were walking towards the back kitchen with several large water jars, and there were faint cries of children in those large water jars.