Chapter 21 I want to ride the wind back

(The first update, today's ten thousand words broke out)

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Looking at the two white-skinned and graceful women, An Bochen only felt that his mouth was dry and his tongue was dry. He stared at Simajin, and subconsciously remembered the scene when crossing the air at the bottom of the water and the wonderful feeling of relying on the girl's lips and teeth.

"Little Anzi, don't look at it!"

It seemed to notice An Bochen's strange eyes. Sima Jin's expression remained unchanged, but a touch of pink glow still flew on his cheeks and pulled up An Bochen's sleeves.

"It's not appropriate to stay here for a long time. Go quickly."

"Hmm."

An Bochen nodded and answered, but just as he turned around, his eyes inadvertently touched the woman in the building, and his body suddenly trembled.

"Wang Xiner!"

Although I haven't seen the whole picture of Wang Xiner, how can An Bochen not recognize her charming but murderous eyes?

He was shocked and his breath was disordered. The two women in the room were aware of it at the same time. They scolded in a low voice, jumped vigorously to the bed, and looked at them in shock and angrily.

Looking at An Bochen with his big mouth open, Wang Xiner was also stunned, while the woman beside her said something.

"Bold apprentice, die!"

At the time of the cloud and rain, their skirts fell everywhere, and they didn't have time to dress, so they had to hide their bodies on the bed. To have a peninsula next to the Liujing Palace, the woman's status can be imagined. An Bochen and his wife saw this good play. At the moment, she became angry. In a blink of an eye, a snow-white three strange wolf flew out from behind her, and Wang Xiner hesitated slightly and sacrificed the flying centipede and attacked An Bochen and Sima Jin.

The sudden change was sudden. An Bochen was at a loss, and the girl around him looked cold. Her jade fingers moved, sacrificing four or five Taoist charms one after another, which blocked the strange wolf and flying dragonfly.

"Lizhu, do you still remember Zhao Xuanxu on the shore of Daming Lake?"

Hearing this, the woman beside Wang Xiner's look suddenly changed, and Sima Jin also took the opportunity to sacrifice the charm, flew away from the peninsula pavilion with An Bochen.

"Who is that?"

Looking back, he saw that Wang Xiner and Wang Xiner did not chase them out. An Bochen calmed down and asked.

"Princess Liu Guo Lizhu is also the sister of Liu Guojun today."

Hearing the words, An Bochen was shocked, so he frowned and asked curiously.

"Who is Zhao Xuanxu on the shore of Daming Lake?"

A strange smile flashed in his eyes, and Sima Jin coughed twice.

"Daming Lake was casually said by this girl. Zhao Rui was the famous idiot emperor today. Jianghu gossip said that he had an affair with Li Zhu... You start to ask again. Forget it. Anyway, we are about to part. If there is anything else you want to know, just ask together.

He smiled awkwardly. An Bochen's eyes flashed and he said for a long time.

"What are the two three-headed wolves and flying centipede? How do I feel that they are transformed like tricks?"

"That's Fu Yao."

Simajin explained to An Bochen.

"In the Da Kuang Dynasty, there are some old deep mountains and forests, or canyons. There are strange beasts and birds living in it. Unlike ordinary livestock, they are born psychic, can recognize language, and can also practice. However, it is more difficult to practice than human beings. It is said that they are transformed by monsters left in ancient times. After being recovered by the practitioner with refined fire, it can be carved into the skin into a rune, and the spell can be summoned.

"Jinghuo?"

An Bochen was puzzled.

"Isn't it true that only heavenly monks can refine the fine fire? Then Wang Xin'er should not be Tianpin.

Looking at An Bochen strangely, Simajin sighed and said inexplicably.

"This is also the reason why women in the world always choose to cling to men. Although a woman can practice literary fire, the literary fire is warm and continuous. It is difficult to use it in close combat. If you fight with a man, even the heavenly product will lose to the earth product, unless it is a Taoist law and Taoist charm. But the sacrificial method and Taoist charm need to recite spells. Before you finish chanting the spells, others will be close to you. Therefore, if you don't cling to a man, you have to accept a powerful ambush demon, so that you won't lose when you fight. Then Wang Xiner must have please the elders in her family and let them collect the flying centipede for her with fine fire.

Blinking bright big eyes, Simajin looked at An Bochen and smiled.

"What, are you moved again? Real men, the soldiers who fight on the battlefield, disdain to raise demons, but the atmosphere seems to have changed a little over the years.

"No, I'm thinking..."

Looking at the girl close at hand and recalling her usual every move, An Bochen smiled and said.

"I'm wondering what your demon is."

Hearing the words, Sima Jin was stunned, looked at the teenager with a little indifferent expression, and curled his lips.

"I won't tell you... No more, the following is the ancient road of the Later Tang Dynasty. Go and look for Yelaixiang. After finding the secret book of immortals, we will not owe each other.

While talking, the two of them had fallen to the river embankment and said no more. An Bochen led Simajin to find Ye Laixiang.

Neither An Bochen or Sima Jin mentioned the Duke of Huo who wanted to kill them, but they knew that the knights must have drowned. Later, the ancient Taoists of the Tang Dynasty had many eyes. They came here once as if they had caused a riot, and they would not come again.

"Aun, do you still remember Bo Chen?"

The person who opened the door was an old man in his sixties, who was also the ship palace and servant of the Yelaixiang. He rubbed his eyes and looked at the young girl in front of him, who seemed to have just been fished out of the water, and then he realized it for a long time.

"It turned out to be Brother An... Is the prince coming tonight?

The old man said, his eyes were wandering and he looked a little embarrassed.

"No, it was the prince who asked me to find Miss Yinghong. He used to give her a puppet. Today, he suddenly became very interested and wanted to write another poem."

Looking at An Bochen, who looked at An Bochen with a slightly red face, Simajin beside him knew that he was lying, but he didn't expect that just a trivial lie made him blush, and a light smile came to his mouth.

However, the old boatman's next words made Simajin's face stiff.

"This... Brother An, to be honest, a nobleman came the night before and said that he wanted to marry Miss Yinghong as a concubine, and then... Miss Yinghong left with him.

"What!"

An Bochen's expression changed sharply, and an ominous foreboding appeared in his heart. He hurriedly asked.

"Where is her play basket?"

The actor has a play basket, which specializes in the rewards of guests. Although the Yinghong girl is beautiful, she is not famous before she meets Mr. Li. After getting the prince's throwing a lot of money and the puppet made by herself, she became famous. Every time she appeared, there are always servants putting the basket on the stage to show that she is the first actor at night. Identity.

With a smile, the old boat scratched his head.

"Brother An asked knowingly. Although Miss Yinghong climbed up the golden branch, she did not dare to forget the kindness of the prince in the past. The play basket and the prince's reward were naturally taken away by her."

"Climb the golden branch?"

Sima Jindai frowned slightly and chewed in a low voice, and An Bochen also heard the unusual inside and asked in disbelief.

"Aun, is it the man who took away the Yinghong girl..."

"Shh, Brother An, don't say anything."

The old boatman blushed, pretended to be mysteriously bowed to the sky and nodded.

"It's the king today."

An Bochen silently turned his head and looked at Simajin. The girl still pretended to be relaxed and even smiled at him. However, the clenched pink fists fell into his eyes, which made An Bochen's heart hurt for no reason.

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"Are you really not going?"

"I won't go."

"Do you know how dangerous it is to stay in Beijing?"

"I know."

"You have got everything you want, why do you stay?"

"Because you haven't got the fairy secrets yet."

The moonlight is cold, and the night wind is quiet, brushing the wind chimes hanging on the edge of the eaves, tinkling. The young girl sat by the seven-story pavilion, with a rosefinch street at her feet and a vast night overhead.

In the afterglow, the girl held her knees and fiddled with the folds on her skirt. She looked Liao Ran. An Bochen hesitated and said.

"Why do you have to get the immortal secrets?"

"With it, maybe I can go home.

Sima Jin did not shy away from it and said softly.

After waiting for a long time, he didn't see An Bochen speak again. Simajin couldn't help but be curious.

"Oh, you don't ask again."

Hearing this, An Bochen smiled shyly, touched his nose, and whispered for a long time.

"If you want to go home, you must get the fairy secrets, then I will definitely help you, that's all... After all, I owe you."

There are always many strange rules for the door valve of the family. Mr. Li once mentioned some trials. Maybe the fairy's secret is her family's trial for her.

An Bochen thought so, but he didn't know that the girl beside him looked at him a little different. He was a little less indifferent and more soft.

"The Duke of Huo will definitely not send someone to visit tonight, but it's hard to say tomorrow. It's dangerous to continue to stay in Liujing. Xiao Anzi, this prince's capital, the land of dignitaries is like a pool of muddy water. The whirlpool is born, and it will swallow people in the blink of an eye. You don't belong here. Even if you can save your life if you stay here, you will get deeper and deeper. You'd better go back and live a good life with your family.

After a long silence, Simajin raised her head, stared at An Bochen and said with an unprecedented serious face.

Shaking his head, An Bochen looked at the vast night and said in a low voice.

"You have your big reason, but we farmers also have our farmers' reason. If you owe others, even if you smash the pot and sell iron, you have to pay it back. If you owe someone else's kindness, even if you fight hard, you have to repay... Besides, I looked through the record of the exchange between Duke Huo and Mr. Li this morning, and it's not that there was no turning point..."

An Bochen talked to the moonlight, but did not find the beautiful eyes of the girl beside him. He was looking at him, who was very different from the day in the day.

"Xiao Anzi, do you want to see my true face?"

A girl's voice came from his ear. An Bochen was slightly stunned. He turned his head and saw Simajin's playful smile.

"Of course I want to."

An Bochen was overjoyed.

"Then wait until the day when I get the fairy secrets and we part."

The girl blinked her touching eyes, with a little joking in her eyes, and paused.

"But I'm an ugly monster, very ugly, so I have to change my face. Aren't you afraid of being scared?"

An Bochen was stunned, scratched his head, thought for a long time, and answered honestly.

"I'm afraid."

Sima Jin frowned and listened to An Bochen.

"I'm kidding."

"Cut, what a cold joke."

When An Bochen joked for the first time, he was mercilessly hit by Simajin. When the bottom was red, he was a little shy. However, as Simajin said in the West City that day, after making a joke he thought was a joke, it was really much easier.

"Let's leave tomorrow's things for tomorrow and have a headache, Xiao Anzi, do you want to hear me sing a song?"

An Bochen nodded and looked sideways at the girl. The night wind brushed his long eyelashes, and his eyes were like autumn water. Although he didn't know what kind of face was hidden under her "face", these touching eyes alone were enough to sink fish and fall geese.

Gently opened her red lips, facing the water and the moon, the girl sang softly.

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When will there be a bright moon? Ask the blue sky for wine. I don't know the palace in the sky. What year is this evening...

I want to go back in the wind, and I'm afraid of Qionglou Yuyu, and it's extremely cold...

Dance to figure out the shadow, how can it seem to be in the world...

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The melodious and clear song flowed on the top of the ink cloud and gradually became lower. The girl, who had been busy for two days, could no longer resist the tired body and mind and leaned on the teenager's shoulder and fell asleep.