Chapter 44 A volume of strange talk, full of ridiculous words

Four thousand shots have been fired. According to the essentials of Talking about Gun, he practiced the seven methods of collapsing, pointing, wearing, splitting, circle, picking and plucking. When An Bochen returned to the seventh floor exhausted with a gun, it was already late.

In the past three days, An Bochen has been practicing shooting hard day and night, and Simajin is not idle. He holds "Speaking Gun" in circles, a thick volume of books, and she sorted it into three pages in half a day. Even Xiao Hou greatly appreciated that Sima Jin was so wise and had such insights at a young age. You should know that the content of a book can be summarized into a few pages, which requires not only a lot of reading of scriptures and history, but also superhuman first-class insight.

And An Bochen has not been surprised by Sima Jin's various magical things and has not thought too much. The battle with Li Lin is imminent, and the three of Mo Yunlou have also been negotiated. In this battle, An Bochen is not allowed to win or lose. As An Bochen himself said, he is not defeated.

The winner is easy, as long as the strength is enough, when the ability is captured, the loser is easier, shake two shots, pretend to be unable to continue, withdraw and admit defeat.

Only this invincible draw is the most difficult.

Unless the strength of the two is really the same, it is difficult to figure it out even if there is only one line difference.

Life and death are competing, and there is no room for benevolence. With a concession, not only will your momentum plummet, but also reveal many flaws to the other party. Therefore, if you want to be invincible, you can only control the situation in your own hands from beginning to end.

That night in the temple, although An Bochen defeated Li Lin twice, he was lucky with seven or eight points. If Li Lin put away his contempt and fought with all his strength, even if An Bochen was holding a silver gun at that time, he would only have a crushing defeat. Two days later, in the face of the Li family who is going all out, not to talk about controlling the situation, I'm afraid it's difficult and difficult to save his life.

Standing at the window, he stood with his hands behind his side. An Bochen's face was calm, but his worries in his heart had not been reduced.

"Xiao Anzi, you are in a daze again!"

Simajin's slightly tired voice came to his ear. An Bochen turned around and looked. The girl in a green kung fu uniform climbed up the stairs, holding a silver gun in her hand.

"I spent most of the day casting this gun, and you will use it to fight the day after tomorrow."

After taking the gun, An Bochen only felt that his hand sank. The gun was much heavier than the gun he had used, but he took advantage of it. An Bochen danced a gun flower and faintly found that something seemed to be flowing in the gun, but it was just a momentary feeling, fleeting.

"No innocence?"

Looking at the two words of dragon flying and phoenix dancing at the gun barrel, An Bochen frowned and whispered.

"Why, don't you like this name?"

Sima Jin's face was tired, and his lips were slightly white, as if he had just been very sick. At this time, he did not have the strength to tease An Bochen as usual. For a long time, he looked at An Bochen.

"This battle must be done."

When he looked at Simajin, he saw her praying face. An Bochen's heart was slightly gloomy, but he still nodded.

For this battle, Simajin accompanied An Bochen to practice guns and cast weapons. She didn't even have time to buy her favorite osmanthus cake, which was enough to show her attention. Amber knew that all she wanted was the reward. Although the winning party could ask Liu Jun for a reward, if An Bochen deliberately gave up after gaining advantage and left a face for Liu Jun, the reward should be obtained.

The reward that Sima Jin wants is nothing more than Jiu Chenjun. An Bochen also knows that after getting Jiu Chenjun, they will be separated. Judging from the status of the two, they may not meet again.

Deep in his heart, An Bochen is still a little reluctant, but this is what he owes Simajin, so no matter what, he will go all out.

His eyes inadvertently fell on Simajin's white lips. The situation in the lake unconsciously floated to An Bochen's heart and touched each other. The two were stunned at the same time, and then separated quickly.

"Okay, I'm going to bed... Don't sneak in!"

Stretching out, Simajin didn't look at An Bochen anymore and turned around and walked into the Tibetan Jade Hall.

An Bochen withdrew his eyes, smiled, and his fingers brushed the silver gun, stayed at the "nocent" place for a moment, then put down the long gun, sat in front of the window, and looked at Liu Jingye.

His body was very tired. He was fine before. At this time, when he was idle, he only felt that his whole body was sore and swollen, his muscles were stiff, and it hurt when he moved. On the contrary, his spirit is very good. Perhaps because he guides the water and fire to the meridians in his body during gun practice. In the three days, although the water has not increased, the fire is a little more vigorous. This feeling of vitality growth is very strange. An Bochen can clearly feel the activity of the spirit in his body, and even his heart misses frequently, which makes him unable to sleep even if he wants to sleep.

I can't sleep, and I don't have the strength to practice shooting. It's also a matter of doing it.

In the afterglow, An Bochen saw more than a dozen books scattered at the foot of the table, but it was disrupted during the "visit" of Duke Huo that day, and he didn't have time to clean it up today.

The tea in the cup is cold, and An Bochen is not exquisite. He picked up a roll, sipsips the herbal tea, and reads the moon.

Coincidentally, this book is "Da Kuang Shen Weird Talk". What is contained in the book is the theory of ghosts and gods, which suits his appetite.

Looking through several articles in a row, the story described in it is either a monster cannibalism or a humanized demon. After reading too much, An Bochen gradually felt boring, so he skipped the demon chapter and looked back. In the past, there was a Kuang man surnamed Zhao. He was born in poverty and lowly, but he often lived with his ancestors as a branch of the clan. He was very proud that he could get some wine and food. One day, he cheated into drinking and eating, but on rainy days, he looked for a temple to eat. Seeing that the four walls of the broken temple were empty, I thought that I had wasted my time. After half a hundred years old, I still achieved nothing. I couldn't help but regret and despair, so I threw the wine and meat into the mud and went on a hunger strike. Three days later, Zhao was hungry and wanted to go out of the temple for food. But when he looked around, everyone outside the temple looked at it coldly and returned with a wry smile, lying under the statue. Three days later, Zhao's face was yellow and thin, and he was angry. In a trance, he saw the statue above his head as if he opened his eyes and smiled. Zhao was furious and cursed. Fang cursed a few words. He only felt that the mountains and rivers were smashed, the earth was flat, and his body was light, and his whole body flew into the statue..."

An Bochen recited it softly, and he became more and more uncontrollable.

“...... The sky was drowsy and the sky turned. When Zhao opened his eyes, he found that he had come to a high mountain and flowing water. Looking up, the sky is empty, and the mountains and rivers are undulating. At a glance, there is no end. Touching his belly, he was no longer hungry. Zhao secretly said that he was strange, so he walked forward. A scholar stopped him on the road and looked at him for a long time. He only said that the two were predestined, so he accepted him as a disciple and told Zhao that this mountain was Hexu Mountain, which was a blessed place. Zhao was muddle-headed. He didn't know why he practiced with Taoists for more than 20 years and achieved the Jindan Road. He could fly to the sky and escape from the earth, and water and fire would not invade. Zhao was complax in his heart, but unexpectedly, he was involved in the battle between heaven and earth. Although he was seriously injured, he saved his life and fell to an island. After hiding his name for several years, Zhao gradually found that the way of practicing with the monk here is very different from that of Hexu Mountain, but it is based on practicing qi. Zhao was curious and couldn't help it, so he sneaked into the sect of the island and practiced secretly. After a few years, Zhao was able to break through the refining of refined gas, and he felt that his head buzzed and his body drifted up uncontrollably, just like what happened 30 years ago..."

"When he opened his eyes again, he found that he was still in the temple, with a layer of cobwebs on his body. The thing in the dream is still in my mind. Just like yesterday, Zhao sighed with emotion. As soon as he stood up, he flew out of the temple. When asked about passers-by, they knew that it had been more than 30 days. Everyone was surprised to see that he was still safe and sound for more than 30 days without eating or drinking. Zhao told the truth, and everyone laughed, and no one believed it... This matter came to Emperor Kuang's ears. Emperor Kuang suspected that he was a hermit real person, so he ordered people to invite him. However, he searched all over the state capital, but he didn't get anything for three years..."

......

For a long time, An Bochen closed the scroll and shook his head.

"The story in this book is even more absurd and strange than that in the play. If you don't eat or drink for 30 days, you can't die, and you have learned all your skills.

The candlelight is quiet, reflecting An Bochen's eyes. It's just one article, and the lingering fragrance remains.

Looking at the sky, the time had passed. An Bochen blew out the candlelight and walked to the couch.

Lying on his side on the couch, An Bochen tossed and turned, and he couldn't sleep for a long time. Sometimes I think of the battle two days later, sometimes I think of the upcoming separation with Sima, and sometimes the story in the book. Tossing and turning, Xu Jiu'an Bochen sighed, sat up, looked out of the window at the dark night, and his eyes were gloomy.

"Whether it is a win or a loss, or a draw, in the final analysis, it has nothing to do with me."

Rubbing his sore arms, An Bochen muttered.

What Simajin wants is the fairy secrets, and what Xiao Hou wants is Mo Yunlou. For them, An Bochen's battle is very important, but it is not what An Bochen wants. At this moment, what An Bochen wants most is to get out of Liujing and return to Yuanjing Village. If he wants to go home, he must cultivate a green fire and crack the Taoist charm in his mind. For him, the victory or defeat of the war is just to relieve the crisis of Moyun Tower and get a place to settle down in the capital. In the long run, it is really important, but the "long-term" is not what An Bochen wanted.

"I don't know when I will go home."

With a sigh, the young man put on his coat, walked to the window and looked west.

Moyun Tower is very high. In addition to the royal palace, it is enough to overlook the whole capital, but the capital is very large and the night is dark. An Bochen does his best, but he can't even see the west of the city.

Inexplicable sadness surged into his heart, and at this time, an unexpected change happened to An Bochen.

With An Bochen's eyes, he only felt a "buzz" in his mind, and a strong suction came from Shangdantian, disrupting the original operation route of water and fire. In a blink of an eye, the water and fire went up against the current uncontrollably, came out of the lower Dantian, crossed the middle Dantian, and rushed up the Dantian along the Zhoutian meridians.

It was like a landslide and tsunami, and it was like a whirlwind. An Bochen hugged his head and endured the severe pain.