My Wife Is The Leader Of A Demonic Cult Chapter 9

In the afternoon, the piercing cicadas sounded.

The golden sun shines on the Yuzhou River, sparkling.

"I was hurt by wine, so haggard..."

An Jing looked at his pale face in the bronze mirror and said, "From today, no, from this moment, abstinence!"

"what are you talking about?"

At this moment, Zhao Qingmei held a bowl of mung bean soup and looked at An Jing who was muttering to the mirror.

"I said that the weather is really hot, Madam is still working so hard..."

"This is the freshly boiled mung bean soup, it's still hot."

"Madam, you've worked so hard."

An Jing happily took the mung bean soup and forgot what he said earlier.

"I added some of your traditional Chinese medicine in it." A hint of slyness appeared in Zhao Qingmei's eyes.

"Traditional Chinese medicine?" An Jing was stunned for a moment.

Is it the traditional Chinese medicine used to make medicinal wine?

Zhao Qingmei said Nunuzui: "This is cooked for you alone, and there is a large pot behind it, which is placed at the entrance of the pharmacy, so that it can relieve the summer heat for passersby."

An Jing sighed inwardly: "My wife is not only gentle and virtuous, but also kind-hearted. Wang Po is right. To be able to marry such a woman is a blessing for eight lifetimes."

"Ma'am, the most famous opera troupe in Liyuan is on stage today." Tan Yun walked out sleepily holding a pot of mung bean porridge.

"The troupe?"

An Jing wondered why she had never heard Zhao Qingmei say that she likes listening to opera.

Tan Yun regained his energy all of a sudden, looked at An Jing with big eyes and said, "Uncle, have you never heard of opera?"

"I've heard it, I used to listen to it often, I can sing a few lines, you listen..."

An Jing was also interested and coughed twice.

Zhao Qingmei, who was on the side, also looked over, with a hint of curiosity in her eyes.

"Master, don't force it." Tan Yun tutted.

I saw An Jing holding up his sleeves, and then stepped forward in a slow pace.

"Ji Yu, do you have any regrets?"

His voice was gentle and sweet, with a lingering sound, An Jing's footsteps turned, the hem of his clothes moved with the breeze, and a ray of light appeared in his eyes.

"The concubine follows the king."

"Life and death."

"No regrets."

After speaking, the room was quiet.

Zhao Qingmei was caught in it.

Especially in the last eight characters, she seemed to see the sad woman, looked at her king unswervingly, and then slashed with a long sword, and the blood from the neck shot out.

And Tan Yun also had goosebumps and was shocked.

"How about it, is it alright?"

An Jing chuckled and said, "The old folks in my hometown liked this tune, and I also learned a few words."

"Not bad... not bad."

Tan Yun came back to his senses, his eyes erratic and said: "After all, it's a little worse than the top card of the Liyuan Opera Troupe."

At this moment, Tan Yun's heart is very strange, how can this uncle sing better than that troupe! ?

It shouldn't, it shouldn't!

"Husband, when I come back, you can sing this complete song to me."

However, Zhao Qingmei is very affectionate.

"Okay, let's go first." An Jing smiled.

Afterwards, Zhao Qingmei and Tan Yun packed up and went to the pear garden in the west of the city. Only An Jing was left in the pharmacy.

"If you have nothing to do at the moment, why don't you go and listen to the book next door."

An Jing picked up the smoking bag hanging on the wall, picked up the small stool, and went to the teahouse next door.

"Doctor Xiao An, I can only drink tea today, and there are no books to listen to."

The teahouse staff saw Anjing Road.

"What's wrong?" An Jing asked suspiciously.

"When I went to Mr. Zhou's house this morning, I found that Mr. Zhou was bedridden. He seemed to have a cold." The man replied.

"That's really a pity."

An Jing sighed and could only go back to the pharmacy.

"The book on the ground seemed to have a new change last night, I didn't have time to check it..."

An Jing thought of something, and the thought fell into the book in his mind.

Cultivation: First Grade

Fate: auspicious stars are shining

Root Bone: Wizards of the Sky

Martial arts: Swordsmanship, Hidden Swordsmanship, Swordsmanship, Nine-Character Sword Art, Swinging Nine Heavens Movement Technique, Daluo Heart Technique, Qi Condensing Technique

Tip 1: The host's fate has not yet taken root (for more than a year), and the use of martial arts must not let people know the identity of the host, otherwise they will get a black opportunity.

Tip 2: There are characters in the Yuzhou City dungeon who deduce the secrets, and you can get the yellow chance (the falling of the bodhi beads) from them.

"Dungeon? Where is the Bodhi Bead?"

An Jing raised his brows and pondered, according to the ground book, the chances from low to high were red, orange, yellow, green, blue, blue, and purple, and the yellow chance was considered a very good chance.

The cyan chance he got last time directly allowed An Jing to directly condense Renhua, saving decades of hard work.

Although he always felt that the cyan opportunity was not so simple...

This time, it is suggested that the yellow chance is a bodhi pearl. According to past experience, the treasures given by the yellow chance are all first-class existences.

Martial arts are divided into third-rate, second-rate, and first-rate, and then there are martial arts at the entrance level, which are Earth martial, Xuanwu, Zhenwu, and Tianwu.

The sword-drawing technique, the sword-holding technique, and the sword-fighting technique combined together are the true martial arts-level swordsmanship, and the Daluo Xinfa is also a true-martial-level martial arts.

Zhenwu-level martial arts are already considered extremely high-level martial arts. As long as they appear in the rivers and lakes, it is a **** and **** existence.

And Daluo's Heart Method, which An Jing learned, came from a yellow chance.

This shows that the Bodhi Bead should at least be a treasure of the Zhenwu level, UU Reading www.uukanshu. com might be able to help him improve his cultivation.

An Jing picked up the feather duster on the table and cleaned the dust on the counter.

It just so happened that a cockroach crawled out of the corner.

An Jing put down the feather duster, picked up the cigarette bag and took a sip, feeling unhappy in his heart.

"With my strength, the risk of sneaking into the dungeon shouldn't be too big, but Han Wenxin said that Xuanyiwei has a golden head in Yuzhou City, which is a big threat to me."

"The golden character catcher's cultivation base is in the second rank. If I accidentally kill him, it will definitely cause turmoil. At that time, it will attract more experts from Xuanyiwei. Therefore, when I go to the dungeon this time, I must not reveal my identity."

"After all, my destiny can be completely rooted in it in only one year. At this critical juncture, absolutely nothing can go wrong."

"To be able to marry such a beautiful and gentle wife, and to live such an ordinary and beautiful life, is a blessing that has been cultivated in several lifetimes."

"No matter what, I have to protect her, so I absolutely can't expose my cultivation base before my fate has taken root, but the improvement of strength is also very important."

"There are always some secrets that you can only know by yourself and can't tell others. Today, I feel much better when I say it."

Since the instructions in the ground book, he has never revealed his strength to anyone, nor has he confided his thoughts to anyone.

It's hard to keep a secret that can't be told in my heart.

An Jing put away the cigarette bag and sighed for a long time, feeling a lot more relaxed in his heart, and then trampled the cockroaches on the ground with one foot.

"I'm sorry, Xiao Qiang, you know too much."

Chapter end

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