Chapter 50 Debut

His shyness may also be a kind of favor and disgrace.

The rest of the light fell on An Bochen, who was blushing. Simajin raised the corners of his mouth and thought secretly.

The sound of hurried footsteps came from the bottom of the building. Soon, Xiao Hou's thin figure appeared at the top of the stairs.

"You two got up so early."

Putting down the pastry, Xiao Hou sat down carelessly, poured a cup of tea, and looked at An Bochen.

"Bo Chen, I'm going to the martial arts arena tomorrow. Are you sure?"

"Fifty."

After thinking about it, An Bochen replied.

"Fivety... With the support of those relatives, friends and merchants tomorrow, it should be increased to 60%. Sixty, sloppy."

Xiao Hou took a sip of tea and said quietly, glinting at the girl standing by the building from time to time, looking inexplicable.

Like An Bochen, as he got along with Simajin, Xiao Hou felt more and more that this girl with long cherry red hair was extraordinary. On the surface, she looks innocent, but in fact, her scheming has long exceeded that of many adults who have been immersed in this for more than ten years, and her ideas are endless. Take this time as an example, not only a group of so-called "friends", but also attracted the owners of many teahouse theaters, creating momentum for An Bochen, exaggerating his original ordinary identity countless times, talking about the exchange of guests, one to ten, ten to a hundred. Now in Liujing, Li Gongzi's most proud "door student", Moyunlou Anbo Dust, almost no one knows it.

To win the leading battle, you have to take the position first, and the same is true of the teaching field.

Xiao Hou and Sima Jin are very clear about An Bochen's ability. It has been less than ten days to learn guns. Although he is talented and diligent, after all, he is just a first brother, and the battle with Li Lin is really difficult.

Liu Jun or Zuo Xiang will also create momentum for Li Lin, but he will never build momentum to the extent of Sima Jin. Compared with the two, An Bochen is firmly superior in momentum.

As long as he can still display a shot in the temple of the night, with the help of momentum, he will be able to catch Mr. Li off guard. As for whether he can finally control the war situation, it's up to An Bochen himself.

Sipting tea and shaking his head, Xiao Hou has begun to imagine the situation of thousands of people in the alley tomorrow. His eyes fell on Simajin intentionally or unintentionally. Xiao Hou brushed his beard and his eyes flashed.

Taking this battle and relieving the crisis in front of Mo Yunlou is just the first step in his strategy in Liujing. He is really curious about what the battle tomorrow is for this girl whose identity has become a mystery.

The morning breeze was cold, and the three people in the building were thinking about their own thoughts. At this time, Sima Jindai frowned slightly, turned her head to look at the stairs, and shouted in a low voice.

"Who is here?"

"I'm going back to the red girl, and I'm a slave."

The timid voice came from the bottom of the stairs. Xiao Hou looked gloomy. He looked at Sima Jin and didn't say anything.

On the seventh floor of Moyun, only Li Gongzi and his personal servants have always been qualified to come. An Bochen and Hongfu girl have nothing to do here, but he appeared on the seventh floor early in the morning. If he is known by the servants in the building, it is inevitable that people will fall into the handle and is suspicious.

Sima Jin understood, walked to the top of the stairs, blocked Xiao Hou's figure, and said indifferently.

"In the early morning, Yunxiang, why are you sneaking here?"

"I'm a maidservant... The maidservant is going to serve the prince to wash his face and rinse his mouth.

The voice was mixed with a little panic, and even An Bochen felt something was wrong.

"The prince hasn't woken up yet. Even if he wakes up, there is a red brush to serve you. You can retreat. There is no message from the housekeeper Xiao. It is strictly forbidden to come here."

After drinking back the maidservant who was hiding at the entrance of the six-story staircase, Sima Jin turned around and sat down in front of the round table, silent for a long time.

"Have these servants ever committed obsercible deeds before?"

"It has never happened."

With a cold snorting, Xiao Hou's face became more and more gloomy.

"The Li Gongzi said that he couldn't get sick, but he fell into the eyes of those people and put his hand into the Moyun Tower."

"This is nothing. I think the servants of Moyunlou know more or less about the relationship between Li Gongzi and Duke Huo. The Duke of Huo rebelled against the king and died, and the mansion was copied. The python robe and seal were found, as well as the letters of secret communication with foreign officials. This matter has long been widely spread, and the city is full of wind and rain, and people are panicked. The Duke of the State had frequent exchanges with Mr. Li before his death. Now the people downstairs are naturally worried that they will be involved in them. They almost choose other branches for preservation, and they will not let go.

"What Miss Hongfu said is very true."

Xiao Hou nodded, looked at An Bochen, who could never get a word in, and said with a smile.

"It is said that the tree falls and scatters, but most of the time, before the tree falls, those who jump up and down will show their horse's feet early. The reason why the 100-foot tree will fall has nothing to do with their eating..."

Seeing that Xiao Hou was secretly preaching to An Bochen again, Simajin curled her lips helplessly and interrupted.

"Xiao Lao, if people are no longer at ease, they may see flaws in the long run."

After taking a sip of tea, Xiao Hou nod his head and said with deep understanding.

"Although not all of them have different intentions, we don't have the leisure time to identify them one by one. In this way, I will find an excuse to dismiss them all at noon. Anyway, we don't need to be served by servants. Since those people think that Mo Yunlou is showing weakness, it's better to show weakness in the end.

After a pause, Xiao Hou frowned and hesitated.

"The shop under the name of Li Gongzi has his own way to manage it. As long as the battle of tomorrow's Bochen can ensure that there is no risk, even if the left minister is afraid of Li Gongzi, he will not take action against Mo Yunlou. But there are only three of us in Moyun Tower. If there are not a few errand runners, some of them are still underhanded.

Xiao Hou has been running Li Gongzi for so many years, and he is also well-friendly in Liujing, but now, unlike the past, if he wants to choose another subordinate for Moyun Tower, he must not recruit people in Liujing. Not to mention Simajin, although she can call for wind and rain in the State of Wu, she is a foreign guest in Liujing.

At that moment, the two were silent, and they heard An Bochen suddenly say something.

"How many people will be recruited?"

"Four or five diligent little servants are enough."

Xiao Hou looked at An Bochen thoughtfully and replied.

"Maybe I can find a few people."

His eyes came out of the building and fell to the west. An Bochen looked inexplicably and muttered.

Hearing the words of Xiao Hou and Simajin, An Bochen also knew the scruples in their hearts. The "Prince Li" who stayed in the corner of the wall with a silly smile was their biggest card. Once the flaws were found by those restless servants, the consequences would be unimaginable. Therefore, if you want to find a subordinate downstairs, you must meet two conditions, one is to be face-to-face, and the other is to be loyal.

To this day, An Bochen is still a little servant. Naturally, he doesn't know where to find such a servant, but he knows that one person will definitely help.

But do you want to call him back or not... As a stewant on the surface of Moyun Building, he seems to be beautiful, but in fact he is unprepared... However, as long as the battle can be achieved tomorrow, there should be no big problem in the future.

Perhaps it was the soul tour last night. I saw the people standing on the top of Da Kuang, and they were still able to talk and laugh, advance and retreat with them, let alone Li Lin's realm of local products.

It is true that An Bochen's cultivation is not as good as the local product, and his strength is a little weaker than that of Li Lin. However, after experiencing all the past events, his mood and confidence have long exceeded his current cultivation. Although he is not sure about the battle tomorrow, he is not afraid at all. In the eyes of Xiao Hou and Simajin, he only thinks that An Bochen is in his heart.

Thinking for a moment, An Bochen walked to the desk in front of the window, studied ink, licked the pen, and wrote it slowly.

After a book, An Bochen sealed it with letter paper and turned around and handed it to Xiao Hou.

"Mr. Lao Xiao sent a trustworthy person to send this letter to Mr. Li's home in Yuanjing Village."

After receiving the letter, Xiao Hou nodded, looked at An Bochen with relief, and suddenly asked.

"Do you want to send some gold and silver home?"

Hearing this, An Bochen's body trembled slightly and turned his back to Xiao Hou. He didn't know what he was thinking.

For a long time, An Bochen said.

"It's too conspicuous to send too much. I'm afraid of causing trouble. Just two or three taels of silver."

Holding the innocence tightly, An Bochen took a deep breath and looked far away, looking inexplicable.

.......

In a green sasage, the young monk walked slowly on the old Tang ancient road.

As noon is approaching, the street market is full of people, and they are like clouds. When they see the handsome monks, they will cast curious eyes, not to mention those ladies.

There is always a faint smile on the monk's face, calm and peaceful, which is incompatible with the bustling and noisy long street. The more so, the more eye-catching it is.

Not long, he came to Wangjun Lake.

The painting is connected to the shore, colorful, and it is very beautiful.

He also doesn't know why he came here. He is a Buddha who is destined to abide by the rules and regulations for a lifetime. He holds the five precepts and is born in his heart. Naturally, he will not linger with fireworks beauties.

"Mo Yunlou An Bochen, the doorman of the Prince of Liu's Great Hidden Prince... I didn't expect him to be famous in Liujing.

Looking at the vast long lake, the young monk smiled inexplicably, talking loudly and talking leisurely.

"The benefactor is about to follow the little monk. If he doesn't show up, the little monk will be impatient."

"I heard that the monk of the State of Qin is the most patient, not to mention the famous Wuhua Master. Without that patience, the master would not have stayed at home in the Qin Temple for more than ten years."

It can be heard that people deliberately pronounce their names as "no flowers", and a trace of anger flashed in Wuhua's eyes, dissipated in an instant, and frowned slightly.

Since he said this, when he confronted An Bochen in front of Moyun Tower, he must also be present... He followed him more than a street. Maybe he had been targeted by him since he first entered Liujing.

His eyebrows stretched, and Wuhua turned around in a hurry. He put his palms together and looked at the man with a smile.

What I didn't see was a seventeen or 18-year-old teenager, with gray clothes and linen shoes. His face was simple and a little gloomy. Looking closely, there seemed to be endless bitterness between his eyebrows.

"It turned out to be Kansai Zhang Bushi, and I have known him for a long time."

One of them is a single disciple of the monk of the State of Qin, and the other is a closed disciple of Uncle Da Kuang. Although they have never met, they are both descendants of the world's divine masters, and they are not strangers to each other.

His eyes fell on the soles of Zhang Bushi's feet, and Wuhua smashed his mouth and sighed.

"Kance Zhang Bushi, Ma Lu visits famous teachers... I think this is the pair of hemp shoes in the ballad. I've heard its name for a long time. Today, I finally saw the antiques, which made the little monk feast his eyes.

Hearing the words, Zhang Bushi was stunned at first. In a blink of an eye, a trace of shame appeared on the bitter gourd's face.

The monk said it well, but in fact, it implied that he had never changed his shoes. A pair of hemp shoes had been worn for several years, and the shoes must have been smelly... It's so sarcastic that anyone who listens it will feel like swallowing a fly, but the monk still has a "kind" smile on his face.

By Wangjun Lake, two fighting intentions suddenly came out.

When a teenager gains ambition and meets the world, just like the song in the play, it is inevitable to compete for the next.

And on the tall building on the other side of Liujing, the young man was sweating with a silver gun.

Every time a shot is stabbed, a fiery fire will flash out of his eyes, and the fire will rise.

At this time tomorrow, he will stand in the martial arts arena and usher in the battle that determines the success or failure of the three people in Moyun Tower.

At this time, An Bochen just wanted to end the battle early, complete his promise to Simajin, and then devote himself to practice, break through the local products, get out of the cage of Liujing as soon as possible, and return to Yuanjing Village.

I don't know that once the curtain opens, the actors and actors appear one after another. It doesn't mean that you can stop, and you can leave if you want to.