Chapter 63 Night Traveling Method

The moonlight diffuses into the candlelight, and the candlelight is quiet, adding a little bit of coldness.

An Bochen looked around and saw that the Zhoutian meridians in the picture are divided into seven circles, which also correspond to the seven parts of the human body.

"From top to bottom... In this way, the divine master only cultivated to the heart wheel.

An Bochen muttered, and then frowned.

"But since the seven-fold wheel is divided, and there are also the throat wheel, the eyebrow wheel and the top wheel above the heart wheel, there should be someone to practice the seven-fold wheel, otherwise it will be self-contradictory?"

Listening to An Bochen's doubts, Sima Jin nodded, but sighed, "The founder of the legendary secret art, the first real person, after practicing to the seventh level, his magic power is no longer weaker than the legendary true immortal. But in the twelfth year of his secret art, he disappeared into the world and disappeared.

"The first real person?"

An Bochen scratched his head and looked strange.

"The first is the surname, one of the three mysterious surnames in the world. These three surnames are all secret schools handed down from ancient times to the present. However, long before the Jin Dynasty, they lived in seclusion. For so many years, there has never been any heir in the world."

Sima Jin explained that the word "Dajin" came out, and her expression became complicated.

The night wind hit his face and flirted with his hair. Simajin subconsciously tightened his clothes, stood up and walked to the Tibetan Jade Hall.

"I'm going to rest first."

Walking to the door, Simajin stopped and turned around.

"Yes, there is one more thing. I'll move out tomorrow morning."

Hearing this, An Bochen was stunned and looked at Simajin in surprise.

"Why?"

"You are in the limelight, and I will stay in Moyun Tower again. It is easy to be found flaws under the attention of the public. Before I leave tomorrow morning, I will pass on the manipulation of Mr. Li to you.

After saying that, Simajin walked into the Tibetan Jade Hall, leaving An Bochen stunned.

A word wakes up the dreamer.

Before returning to Moyun Tower, the people scrambled to look at each other all the way. Although An Bochen felt embarrassed, he didn't care. It was not until Simajin said that she wanted to choose another place to live that An Bochen realized that in the ten days, of course, he had a lot of adventures and had a lot of things that he didn't dare to think of, but he forgot one thing - the bullfrog in his father's mouth.

Even if he was defeated by Li Lin and was born as a gifted scholar, in the final analysis, he is just a lucky young man. Although Mo Yunlou's name is big, he is absent from the prince, and now there is only an empty shell left. And Liujing is no longer as calm as ten days ago. Wang Xiner, Zuo Xiang and even Liu Jun, who can't understand his heart, are all staring at himself or Moyunlou. In this case, he is in the limelight, which is really a disaster.

Thinking of Xiao Hou's intentional or unintentional teachings, An Bochen was alert and frowned and thought hard. After a long time, he could not think of a solution.

That's all. There must be a way before the car reaches the mountain. Let's take a look first. You will protect me to enter the White Fox Academy. I think I should be able to seek stability these days.

Rubbing his forehead, An Baichen breathed a long breath and fought fiercely with Li Lin for half a day. At this time, he was a little tired. He inadvertently looked at the innocent gun by the wall. An Bochen was thoughtful.

When the shot was stabbed out day and night, An Bochen faintly felt that there were infinite mysteries scattered between heaven and earth, just like the first time after waking up. The bottom of his heart was quiet, time was stagnant, and every grass, wood, an insect and beast could close his eyes. Perhaps this is the wonderful thing about the fetal breath. When you wake up at the alternation of day and night, the whole person will enter an indescribable magical state and capture the mystery of heaven and earth in an instant.

However, those mysteries have been clearly in my mind, but they disappeared without a trace after recovering. Except for the mystery of thunder, it is almost difficult to remember.

With his fingers flicking the edge of the case, An Bochen thought carefully for a long time, and his eyes moved to the book beside the case.

I was able to get the mystery of thunder, but I had this fluke because I thought about it for a long time in the fairy mansion and was reminded by the Water God. In the final analysis, I still have shallow knowledge and not enough accumulation. If I know the truth of the five elements and integrate them, I may leave a little mystery of the five elements at that time.

Thinking of this, An Bochen couldn't help making up his mind that he would read more books and master more worldly truths in the future. If he has another chance to make a decision in the future, he may be able to capture a few mysteries of heaven and earth.

Before today, An Bochen did not know what the mysteries of heaven and earth were good for him. After this battle, An Bochen faintly realized that those mysteries could be used for gunway and perhaps could also be used for practice.

Thinking of practicing, An Bochen couldn't help but think of what happened in today's fairy mansion.

Even he never thought that he could return to the fairy mansion at that moment, but the second king of water and fire seemed to be not surprised at all, and the god of water even congratulated him. From this point of view, what they said before was not true, at least they concealed the way to get in and out of the fairy mansion.

When he got up, An Bochen walked to the window, looked at the night sky, and then closed his eyes.

He held his breath until his face turned red, and An Bochen failed to enter the state of fetal breath.

"Is it also a coincidence today? No, Mr. Water God made it clear that I have mastered the method of entering and exiting the Immortal Mansion.

Opening his eyes, An Bochen muttered to himself.

The situation when the last shot was stabbed flashed through his mind, and An Bochen's eyes suddenly lit up.

At that time, it was alternating day and night. In order to block the five thunder, An Bochen hollowed out the water and fire in his body, leaving no vitality. The soul of the lower Dantian field swam out without hindrance and entered the fairy mansion.

"So that's it. It seems that two conditions are needed to enter the fairy mansion. One is the alternation of day and night, and the other is to disperse the water and fire in the Dantian... The time has passed today. Let's have a try tomorrow.

An Bochen said happily that it was extremely important for him to be able to enter and exit the fairy mansion freely. If he wanted to escape from the cage of Liujing, he must break through to the realm of local products, that is, to cultivate the green fire. However, he doesn't know the years of practice. An Bochen doesn't want to wait for the last 20 or 30 years. The only thing that can shorten the practice time is to borrow the benefits of the immortal mansion.

Today, An Bochen was very happy to find a way to get in and out freely.

But there is one thing that An Bochen didn't know.

Practice requires hard work and integration. After a dangerous and dangerous war, An Bochen unconsciously summed up his practice experience in the past few days, but for him, it is much more useful than hard practice.

With a faint joy, An Bochen picked up a big mantle and lay sideways on the couch.

After tossing and turning, after a long time, An Bochen still couldn't fall asleep. Perhaps because the competition was too fierce and the aftertaste was unforgettable, An Bochen's excitement did not dissipate until this time.

Looking at the opened "Dragon and Tiger Meridian Theory", An Bochen sighed secretly. Simajin said that he could not practice the secret art, so he naturally did not ask any more questions, but he was still a little reluctant to give up in the bottom of his heart.

How are the seven wheels divided? What do they each represent?

Thinking about it, An Bochen closed his eyes, and the light in his right eye flashed, and an invisible and colorless shadow floated out of it.

"The seven-fold wheel... Secret art..."

Looking at his body, An Bochen had lost the panic of the night before, but when he wandered out of his body for the first time, An Bochen only regarded himself as dead and did not take a good look at his body. At this time, looking at the familiar and strange teenager, An Bochen felt slightly absurd.

"Absurdity may be the difference between practitioners and ordinary people."

If An Bochen thought something, then he said. In the past, he didn't think that the legends of those immortals were absurd and strange, but now he has dabbled in the way of cultivation and accidentally obtained the method of wandering the earth. If he was known by Li Xiaopang and others, he would feel extremely absurd and unbelievable.

Walking on the seventh floor of Moyun, An Bochen looked at the Tibetan Jade Hall where the door was closed, and then looked at the shabby couch lying on his body, and couldn't help slandering.

"Preventing me is like preventing thieves. I have to make so many traps. Now I'm out of my body. Let's see how you can prevent it."

The soul of the earth is out of the body, and the mood is comfortable. When the young man's heart comes up, An Bochen does not care about the red tape set by Sima Jin, and sneaks into the wall. He didn't find that his body was obviously much more flexible and faster than the first divine tour that night.

Entering the Tibetan Jade Hall, An Bochen looked around. Simajin did not run around any more and lay obediently **, but her sleeping posture was a little strange. She leaned on her side, a one-arm pillow, and her jade lotus-like forearm were exposed outside the quilt. With a long and short breath, her body also fluctuated slightly. Naturally, but it contained A few inexplicable rhythms.

Simajin is about the same age as An Bochen. The girl grows up early. Simajin is not only half a head taller than An Bochen, but also has a concave and convex figure. It can't be seen in the changing clothes. At this time, it is only covered with a thin quilt, which is naturally obvious.

The girl's slender and beautiful curves go with the ups and downs of her body, an inch into An Bochen's eyes. The convex place is convex, and the upturned place is upturned, which is not much less than the charming and clear water god. If An Bochen's body was there, he would have been red-eared. Fortunately, the soul wandered, and he was saved from a little embarrassment.

His eyes flashed over the whirlpool of white gas gushing from Simajin's eyebrows. An Bochen hesitated for a long time and still gave up the idea of dreaming.

Turning around and coming out through the wall, An Bochen swam down the stairs. When he passed the fifth floor, three bursts of purring came. Thinking of Li Xiaoguan's restlessness on the way back, An Bochen's heart was funny, and Simajin also had the same heart as him, and did not tell the truth of "Li Gongzi". It's not that An Bochen doesn't trust Li Xiaoguan. It's just that it's a matter of time. If one person knows this top secret, it's safe. Li Xiaoguan usually likes to shout. If he knows that "Li Gongzi" is fake, he may be told to leak his mouth one day.

Floating down, An Bochen stepped through the door and stepped on the long street.

At this moment, the rumble of thunder came from the sky. In a blink of an eye, a column of purple thunder fell.

An Bochen was shocked and just wanted to avoid it, but when he looked around, the purple thunder was much thinner than his little finger. In an instant, it fell on the top of An Bochen's head. It was not painful or itchy, but it was a little comfortable.

After a sound, the night in Liujing returned to silence. An Bochen jumped up and found that the speed of Shenyou tonight was much faster than that of the night before, like thunder, and he crossed the Rosefinch Street in the blink of an eye.

Standing on the eaves, An Bochen looked from afar and looked straight down on Dongyuan Street.

I wandered out tonight, just because an idea was always in An Bochen's mind and drove it away.

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(In the days of living with Hong Fu's daughter, Xiao Anzi has been sleeping on the sofa outside, embarrassing... There are still forty essences left this week. As long as you leave a message, you can send it on a first-come, first-served basis. Celebrate the National Day. Happy National Day, everyone~)