Chapter 55 Innocence comes out

"Why didn't you answer the question?"

The shouts and questions of the important ministers of the State of Liu came from the pavilion.

An Bochen was still silent, but the five fingers holding the handle of the gun became tighter and tighter.

It's not that he doesn't want to answer, but that he doesn't know how to answer.

Whether you fight or not, An Bochen and Mo Yunlou behind him will fall into a dangerous and dangerous situation, and perhaps there may be Li Xiaoguan, who has just arrived. The safety of the six people was on An Bochen's back at this time, like a big mountain, which made him breathless.

When the hot wind came, An Bochen's heart beat faster. Except for the wind, he could not hear any other sound.

There was silence inside and outside the martial arts arena. The people looked at the silent teenager and were puzzled.

Is it possible that this rumored Mo Yunlou An Bochen can't fight?

In a blink of an eye, the same idea floated in everyone's minds. Then they looked at An Bochen. The original eagerness gradually became cold, and the expression was inexplicable. Some people shook their heads and smiled bitterly, some people were full of regret, and some people looked sarcastically.

It belongs to the "potential" of An Bochen, which dissipates in an instant.

The so-called "potential" sounds mysterious, but it is just the direction of people's hearts. Intelligent people can more or less detect it, and the hostile parties in the war circle can feel it more clearly, as long as they are not fools.

The hand holding the gun had trembled slightly. He felt that the people and momentum created by Simajin's running for days were gradually drifting away. An Bochen's face was pale and his forehead was covered with sweat.

"An Bochen, do you want to fight or not?"

With a few angry voices in the majesty, it came from the pavilion, but it seemed that thunder suddenly fell and exploded in An Bochen's ear.

His body was shocked, and An Bochen clenched his teeth. At this moment, he only felt that the innocent gun in his hand was as heavy as a thousand pounds.

Since he returned to Liujing, he has become a puppet. On the surface, he is actually grabbed by an invisible hand. Wherever the thread rod pointed, he was going to run, exhausted and exhausted. In the past ten days, there have been many adventures, and he has seen many wonderful things beyond his imagination, just like the protagonists in the dramas that he used to envy.

However, all this is not what he wants.

All he wants is enough money for his family to have a worry-free life, to realize the cultivation of young people's dreams, and then return to the quiet village, honor his parents, and continue to live a stable life.

That's all.

However, it is uncontrolled and goes further and deeper. Up to now, it is burdened with a lot of pressure, and people's lives are in danger, and it is difficult under the attention of the public.

In the past, An Bochen envied the popular figure, a hero, who was admired by thousands of people. Now it's his turn that he finds that those are just his wishful thinking. How many people can withstand the pressure of the scenery when they are really in the situation?

His heart fluttered. An Bochen was sweating and his face was ashes. Ten days ago, the little servant who trembled and trembled in the secret room seemed to have come back.

The ten-day teenager traveled to the capital, took control of Moyun, practiced Taoism, and wandered in the night. It was more bizarre than the story in the play, but he was beaten back to his original shape in today's martial arts arena. No matter how many adventures there are, I'm just the son of a tenant's family, just a little servant.

An Bochen thought numbly, his arms trembled, and it was difficult to grasp the innocent gun with his five fingers, and he was about to fall in a blink of an eye.

A soft sigh came from behind.

An Bochen subconsciously turned his head and looked at it. The girl's face was full of disappointment, perhaps not only disappointment, but also a trace of despair.

Seeing that An Bochen looked at herself, the girl was stunned first, then forced a smile and shook her head.

Is she signaling me to give up this battle?

An Bochen said secretly in his heart.

Somehow, his five fingers suddenly tightened.

The girl's tight lips and unwillingness in her eyes gradually evoked the memory of An Bochen in the past ten days.

If I give up like this, I can't do it again.

These ten days of life in Liujing are thrilling, exciting, bitter and regretful, but more importantly, An Bochen has never enjoyed the pleasure. If he hasn't experienced it, he naturally won't force it, but once he has experienced it, he doesn't want to let go so easily.

He wanted to leave the city and return to Yuanjing Village, but the person who didn't want to go back was him ten days ago.

An Bochen vaguely felt that he seemed to have come to a fork in the road, just like ten days ago. It's just that this time, he went back to his original shape. Although it was a cliff, he was still who he was now. Now he held an innocent gun, experienced a period of adventure, and was going to another fate.

How can I take my fate into my own hands?

On that day, An Bochen asked Xiao Hou and Sima Jin. Today, in the martial arts arena in Liujing, An Bochen silently asked himself.

Suddenly, the innocence in his hand shook up, making a roar that only An Bochen could hear, as if he was talking, as if he was responding to something.

"Which is war or not?"

Liu Jun asked again that even the people gathered at the gate could hear the anger and impatience in the words.

The warm wind turned into a heat wave and rushed to An Bochen, lifting the robe hunting and flying.

The long gun in his hand roared unrelentingly.

At this moment, An Bochen finally understood what innocence was talking about. It is unwilling, with its unwillingness, with Simajin's unwillingness, and with An Bochen's unwillingness.

Like a puppet, pushed to the edge of the cliff, even a little servant like an ant, how can he be willing?

Taking a deep breath, An Bochen slowly raised his head, looked at the king on the high pavilion, and took a heavy step.

The people were excited, the ministers were surprised, and Liu Jun's face sank like water.

"Some, An Bochen, fight."

The teenager looked at Liu Jun, stood with a gun in his arms, and said neither humble nor arrogant.

After a short silence, the martial arts arena was boiling again, and the good show was about to begin. The people who had been waiting for five days were naturally happy and cheered.

However, only the girl standing behind An Bochen looked at the not tall figure, squeezed her lips tightly, and looked complicated.

"So, let's get started."

Without looking at An Bochen, Liu Jun retreated to the seat with no expression on his face and announced.

He was only looking forward to Li Lin's victory and taking the first step on the road to replace the Duke of the Kingdom, but the boy beside him stared straight at An Bochen without blinking.

Li Xuan didn't know why his father was angry with him, why he was so cold to himself, and why he didn't see him until every three or four months, but he could feel the looming disappointment when his father looked at him. In order to stop his father from being disappointed, he always reads attentively and seldom plays. He has to copy an article more than ten times to make sure that he will not forget this again. Even so, it still can't change my father's disappointed eyes. The last time my father smiled at him seemed to be a long time ago. At that time, my mother was still...

Perhaps only when he guessed that the teenager named An won, his father would notice himself and not be disappointed in himself.

The boy thought simply, with a shallow smile on his face, clenched the corners of his clothes with his hands, and then looked at An Bochen. He couldn't help but feel a little nervous.

Li Lin on the opposite side has stepped on the horse. As soon as An Bochen turned around, he heard a hissing sound. Qin Guoma, who had been with him for ten days, was slapped on the buttocks heavily by Sima Jin and ran to him in pain.

The dust rose and floated in the sun. Through the mottled dust, An Bochen saw Simajin looking at him with a smile, as usual, with a sweet smile, but faintly mixed with a few inexplicable expressions that An Bochen had never seen before.

The fierce horse came, and the dark horse cut off the eyes of the two people.

He suddenly grabbed the reins and stepped on the gun. An Bochen turned over the horse, and the horse took a vigorous step. In the thunderous shouts, he stepped into the martial arts arena step by step.

"Some, Li Lin."

At a distance of fifty steps, the tall Mr. Li picked up his mace and shouted.

This is a war gift, and it is also a prelude to fighting on the battlefield in ancient times. You can't neglect it.

Innocence is in hand, the warm wind blows through the eyes, the white water and fire are rushing, and An Bochen faces Li Lin and holds the boxing.

"Some, An Bochen!"

After two sounds, the test begins.

The noise of applause echoing in the teaching field gradually decreased. In the end, it was silent, and everyone was quietly waiting for the two to charge for the first time. But anyone with a little insight knows that the first charge is crucial. The morale and confidence of the winner will be greatly increased, and even if the loser is not depressed, he will gradually fall behind.

Riding the horse around, An Bochen leaned slightly, clenched the innocence, and stared at the person on the opposite side.

The fiery war wind came to his face, which made An Bochen short of breath, a little nervous and a little excited.

The previous worries were swept away. Could Ma Zhan no longer interfere with An Bochen's determination? At this moment, all he thought was about was to stab out the shot he had practiced for five days and shoot down the copper maces.

The princes would rather have the seed.

Xiao Hou always likes to come to him when he has nothing to do, muttering with a strange face.

An Bochen doesn't want to be a prince, nor does he want to be entangled in this intrigued Liujing. All he wants is to seize his own fate and no longer become a puppet drifting with the tide, that's all.

Water and fire surged between the meridians in the body, and flowed into the gun body along the center of the hand. He felt the gradually hot handle. An Bochen only felt the blood flowing all over his body, and gradually became hot.

If you want to seize your own destiny, you may need to do a lot, such as power, such as cultivation, but what you need to do now is to win this battle with this innocent gun in your hand.

Inadvertently, the scene of Simajin's tired face and passing the innocent to him came to his mind that day.

As soon as his heart moved, An Bochen turned his eyes.

After noon, the sun quietly shifted, the dust floated in the sun, and the young girls looked at each other silently.

Just a moment later, An Bochen turned his head, suddenly patted the horse's buttocks, facing the hot sun, and rushed to Li Lin, 50 steps away.