Chapter 168 Changmen Old and Young

It was already evening when he returned to Liujing. He turned around. Mo Yu looked at An Bochen reluctantly, and then spread his wings and flew north. Throwing the golden melon aside, An Bochen sat cross-legged in front of the bed, facing the window lattice, and waiting for the night to fall.

The rustling sound came from the opposite side. An Bochen opened his eyes and saw a man in his thirties poked his head out and happened to look at him.

With their eyes facing each other, An Bochen smiled, and the man also smiled.

In recent years, the business of Zhuque Street has been a little booming, but the Yiyun Inn is still one of the cheapest inns in Liujing. Most businessmen or sellers who come to Liujing to make a living will choose the Yiyun Inn, which is mixed with fish and dragons, and the three teachings and nine streams gather.

Li Xiaoguan, who became a lieutenant, said that An Bochen was still living in Zhuque Street, and from time to time he advised An Bochen to choose another mansion. Whether it's old love or habit, An Bochen still feels more comfortable to stay in Zhuque Street. Li Xiaoguan, Pingzi and A Fu moved to the old Tang ancient road, and An Bochen was also happy and quiet.

In the past three years, An Bochen has been used to being quiet. Every day is nothing more than training, practicing and reading books. Occasionally, he went to the market with Li Xiaoguan and others, and he visited Da Kuang with Sima Jin more often. An Bochen is responsible for his practice. Sima Jin is in charge of the Sima family south of Da Kuang. He has little leisure. If it hadn't been forced, An Bochen would not have invited Sima Jin to accompany him to the water mansion to act today.

Up to now, few people in Liujing may still remember the original general of the Yulin Army, but the people in the long gate will not forget it. Two years ago, Changmen sent people to Liujing to ask for guilt. Princess Lizhu pushed off to the left prime minister and said that the snake demon bullied the king. No wonder the Kingdom of Liu. The person in Changmen said bluntly that he wanted to ask for justice. Lizhu was not the woman who was afraid of things. After getting rid of the relationship, she ignored it. How can Changmen give up? In the past two years, he has been looking for trouble for the Liu royal family, which has been solved by the long-sleeved and dancing glass beads. This time, it has become even worse. He has sent highly capable Taoist people to change the sky. It has not rained for more than a hundred miles around Liujing, and the crops have suffered unspeakable. Li Zhu was furious, but she had no choice. Fortunately, she was not the only one who was angry.

Liujing is a hundred miles, and naturally there is also Yuanjing Village.

"That's all. I won't practice tonight."

An Bochen said to himself.

His current vitality has already reached the bottleneck. The three trends of water, fire and wind have become great perfection, but they have not been able to break through for a long time. Looking through the Taoist book, An Bochen knows that breaking through the realm and reaching perfection is just the foundation. The most important thing is that "the heart is sharp, and you can see through the shackles and break the magic barrier." Speaking of Xuan, in fact, it's just a clear understanding. As for what to understand, An Bochen's fetal breath perception several times during the alternation of day and night is still at a loss.

As long as ordinary monks have enough vitality, from the fire to the ground product is natural, only the ground product will have a bottleneck. An Bochen thought about it. Maybe it was related to the cultivation of water, fire and wind. In desperation, he had no choice but to wait for the opportunity.

The night fell, and the lights of thousands of families were charming. On the Moyun Tower, the teenager's breathing gradually slowed down, his right eye was dizzy, and a virtual shadow swam out and flew away from the wind.

Holding the rain beads, An Bochen stood in the clouds, took out a tortoise shell and tapped it three times.

The fireworks and rivers are full of waves, and the waves are rolling, as if there is a huge thing flying out.

About two pillars of incense kung fu, An Bochen finally saw the eight-clawed turtle, flying clouds and driving fog, with an incense burner on his back, which was so majestic.

"Innocent brother, I'm here!"

Mr. Turtle said in a muffled voice, with his front paws and fists.

An Bochen smiled, handed over the rain beads and said, "Well, I'm sorry to bother you."

The turtle god didn't say much. He picked up the rain beads and said a few words in his mouth. The green smoke burst out of the incense burner, rising and going straight to the sky and clouds. At the same time, the raindrops in the turtle's mouth are also shining, like water waves flowing, blue.

March is as dry as May and June, and I think it can slow down.

An Bochen was happy and thought so.

But at this moment, a gust of gloomy wind came from the distant sky. The wind fluttered in the Taoist robes and swept the dust, but he was a Taoist with immortal Taoist bones.

An Bochen's face, who was hiding beside him, changed slightly, and he heard the Taoist say in a low voice: "Bold and evil, how dare you break the good deeds of poverty... "Oh!"

The flying fire ignited, and the Taoist popped up a Taoist charm and shot at the Turtle God. The Turtle God showed an angry face, but he did not dare to fight back and hurriedly avoided to the side. Unexpectedly, at this time, a white goose was killed from the stab. A teenager in black sat on the goose quilt. The night was melted by his sharp eyes at this moment. The white goose hit the turtle god with his fingers, and the raindrops in his mouth were also picked off by the teenager.

An Bochen hid in the fog and looked at the old and the young with cold eyes.

He is not unfamiliar with the old way. In the past few months, he has been in and out of the big country, and he has been inextricable. This drought is exactly what he did, and his cultivation should be in heaven, using a strange magic weapon to forcibly change the celestial phenomena.

"Uncle... Er Xingzi, see your uncle."

Unexpectedly, the old man bowed to the young man to the end and called him uncle.

While the two were greeting each other, the Turtle God King next to him finally turned over, stared at them angrily, and turned around to escape.

"Hahaha, uncle has come here for a long journey. Do you want to have a sip of turtle soup?"

Er Xingzi smiled and popped up again.

"Fight!"

Five fingers pinched out the wind seal, An Bochen spit out the truth, the sleeves of the robe were swollen, and the wind surged wildly. It turned into a jade belt and blew the Taoist charm ten feet away, which could avoid the turtle god. While running away, the Turtle God didn't forget to look back and sneer.

"Innocent brother, don't forget to teach these two people a lesson for the little turtle!"

Hearing that the turtle god said that he was a little turtle, An Bochen was not in the mood to laugh. He rolled up a cold wind and pretended to leave.

E Xingzi glanced around and arched his hand for a long time, "Uncle... Er Xingzi is not good at learning. I hope you can forgive me.

The teenager nobbed slightly, but did not say anything. He sat quietly on the back of the goose, as if he was thinking about something.

Different from the fairy style Taoist bones pretending to be dust in Er Xingzi's Taoist robe, the young man on the back of the goose looks indifferent and behaves calmly, but it is the kind of real dusty temperament. He is less than twenty years old, with long hair hanging down his waist, long figure, thin, and a plain face, but he shows a little unique heroism because of his tall nose bridge and eyes like a cold pool, and his innocturnal clothes highlight his indifference.

"Nocent... But the behead of the demon three years ago?"

Er Xingzi was stunned, and then disdain appeared on his face: "Liu people like to talk big, but it's just a folk rumor. I haven't seen the so-called innocent linger appear in these years."

"But the snake demon was killed after all."

The teenager suddenly smiled. He smiled strangely, with sarcasm in his indifference, and he didn't know who he was mocking.

"Can you trust ghosts?"

The teenager suddenly asked, and Er Xingzi looked puzzled and a little confused.

He heard the teenager smile and then said, "If you do something good, you always want the ghosts and gods to know. If you do bad things, you always think that the ghosts and gods don't know. The world often makes ghosts and gods too embarrassed. Innocent resident, this raindrop poor road will be sent for the time being.

An Bochen was stunned, and when he looked there again, the teenager had already driven away.

In the past three years, the Liqi stranger An Bochen has also seen a lot, but from that teenager, An Bochen faintly sensed that it was a little different. At a young age, he had a fairy style bone, and even a black coat could not be covered. And what he said to himself before leaving was even more unfathomable.

"It has been calm for three years. Is it that Liujing will be in chaos again?"

An Bochen muttered, smiled, went down the wind, and floated back to the Moyun Tower.

With the presence of Er Xingzi, An Bochen can't get back the raindrops. However, there are not only the shrinking charms, but also the magic power to look down on the world when the gods are out of the body. It is also a matter of time to get back the rain beads.

On the fifth floor of Moyun Building, the night wind blows, the long hair flutters, and the lights on the rosefinch street outside the window are high and gradually become lively. The teenager raised his head, and a trace of strangeness appeared in his eyes. He said to himself, "I went to the White Fox Academy... He is actually a student of White Fox College.

Five days after the spring exam, there was a student from the Changmen Law Society in the White Fox Academy. He was young and had a very high status. Did he still want to stay in Liujing as an official?

With a cool night breeze brushing through his eyes, An Bochen looked at the moonlight sprinkled on the long street, and couldn't help but feel a feeling that had not appeared for a long time.

At the end of autumn three years ago, An Bochen walked all the way with that feeling and walked through the cold winter.

"Bochen!"

An Bochen was distracted, and the shout of Li Xiaoguan came from his ear. He turned around and looked at it. It was not only Li Xiaoguan, but also Pingzi and A Fu followed happily.

Three years ago, An Bochen was promoted to a general in the Huben camp with countless rewards. Naturally, An Bochen would not forget these two fellow villagers who fled from the village. The minor official followed him as a lieutenant. Pingzi and A Fu like to ride and shoot. An Bochen arranged them into the riding camp, and now they are the commanders. Among them, there is more or less the reason why the chief officer of the Xiaoqi Camp gave face to An Bochen, but Pingzi and Afu themselves are also competitive. They are skilled in bows and horses. In short, they are much better than minor officials.

As for Li Xiaoguan...

Looking at Li Xiaoguan, who was wearing a fiery red cloud embroidered robe, a jade crown on his head, carrying a bird cage and smiling heartlessly, An Bochen wrinkled his nose and was helpless. He pointed to Jin Gua beside him and said, "Xiaoguan, I bought a pair of weapons for you. Let's see if you can take advantage of it."

"Good!"

Li Xiaoguan said happily, put down the bird cage, picked up the more than 300 catties of golden melon, threw it with both hands like a trick, and triumphantly winked at Pingzi and Afu. The two follower, Pingzi and Afu, had to stiffen their faces and clapped their hands, watching An Bochen shake his head repeatedly.

In the third year of Liujing, the teenagers from Yuanjing Village gradually grew up, and their childhood was more comfortable than ever before.

Seventy miles of Liujing is used to being calm and festive. Even though the three vassal states outside the south of the Yangtze River are ready to move, and the wild fire lurking under the long grass is imminent, but the orphan and widowed mother in the south of the Yangtze River is still not waking up.