Chapter 175 The Transformation of the Soul Body

(Fourth update, please collect)

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The night is as white as day, which makes the gates of the western suburbs darker and quieter.

At the gate, An Bochen turned back to his original shape and looked up at the mottled wall under the moonlight, and his heart beat wildly.

Seven years ago, he came to Liujing with trembling. He just wanted to be a little servant for a few years. He learned a craft to earn a little money and went home to help his father cultivate the land. But he didn't expect that this walk was a long seven years. Three years ago, he had the opportunity to go home. From then on, he was far away from this city that did not belong to him, but because he couldn't stand the young maniac who had just been born, now he thought it was a ridiculous ambition. He resolutely returned to the capital, drifted with the wave into the undercurrent of killing, intrigues and deceptions, and died for the rest of his life. Finally, he became the youngest general in the history of Liu, and also embarked on the legendary path of practice.

But deep in his heart, there is still a place that can never be put down.

"Who! Ann... General Anlang!"

Seeing An Bochen in white like snow, the soldiers guarding the city were all polite and salute, and the respect in their eyes was far more than curiosity.

That year, he secretly returned to Liujing, but tonight, An Bochen wanted to walk out openly, and only he could understand the subtleties.

After walking through the gate, An Bochen walked to the city and stopped fifty steps in front of the city. There was an invisible watershed, and the 70-li land of Liujing also started from there.

An Bochen closed his eyes, clenched his fists, took a deep breath, and took his step.

This step was unimpeded. An Bochen's body trembled, he opened his eyes, and his eyes were slightly wet.

Seeing that Anlang will suddenly shout like crazy and run to the suburbs, the soldiers at the gate will look at me and see you. Their faces are full of inexplicableness. Even if they want to break their heads, they can't understand An Bochen's mood at this time.

Although it is like a fish in water in Liujing, it can also swim out, but the body is bound here. What's the difference between these 70-mile Liujing in An Bochen's heart and the cage where he stayed for one night three years ago?

Once it comes out that the trapped dragon is free, and you can feel that An Bochen is excited at this moment, maybe only Simajin, who is far away from the State of Wu.

Running for two or three pillars of incense, An Bochen stopped breathlessly and stood on the mountain bag. The quiet and peaceful village was at present. The reason why Yuanjing Village got its name is that the soldiers who came here to visit in the past stood on the mountain bag and looked far away. Seeing that the small village at the foot of the mountain was shaped like the mouth of a well, he said to the village who was accompanying him. After the village was turning around, he changed the name of the village to Yuanjing Village without saying anything. The biggest official in Yuanjing Village is the village. Seeing the insignificant scholar, he also needs to nod his head and bow. A scholar can name Yuanjing Village. Now, from this unknown small village, there is a tenant son who is less than 20 years old. If it is known by the villagers, it should not be a mess.

A soft smile appeared on his mouth. An Bochen shook his head, quietly went down the mountain, and turned into a shadow of water and swam into the village.

In the dead of night, the villagers were busy all day, and they were already asleep.

After going door to door, in the past seven years, the Yuanjing Village has not changed at all. There are only more than 200 people. Every family can be named by An Bochen. Li Yuanwai's family is the largest. There are five houses with bright tiles. Next to Mr. Li's house, there was also a brand-new brick house. Looking at the brick house that was not very big but more comfortable than the rest, An Bochen's nose was sore and he shook his head with a wry smile.

Three years ago, the rebellion was put down. An Bochen became a general, and there were no two snakes. An Bochen had no scruples about letting Pingzi and Afu go back to the village to send money and goods. Not to mention the five or six shops left under the name of Moyun Building, he can't spend An Bochen's salary alone. He ordered Pingzi and A Fu to send money back from time to time, but did not let them tell their current identity. An Bochen also wanted to tell his parents about his official affairs. He not only praised his ancestors, but also made his parents more face in the villagers. But if he said it, he could not go back. Wouldn't it make his parents think nonsense? There were few people in the village, but there were many people chewing their tongues. An Bochen didn't want his parents to be wronged, but only let Pingzi say that he had done a good business. The reward is more, so that they can spend more money to build a comfortable big house. At present, my parents are still reluctant to build such a house that is not worthy of servants in Kyoto. I guess they will save that money so that they can get married in the future.

Pingzi and Afu came back from the village and told an "funny thing" to An Bochen.

Three years ago, An Bochen was the first minister of meritorious service. He was awarded the title of general of the seventh grade. Naturally, he would edict the whole country of Liu. The news came to Yuanjing Village, but no one thought that An Bochen, the young general who killed the enemy and blocked the enemy, would be the son of the An family. An Bochen often sent money back. There were few people who were not jealous. He often mentioned this matter. He said that if his surname was also An, then An Bochen could be a general, and An Wazi could only be a clerk. The couple of the An family laughed. Their children can be like themselves. They not only have no worries about food and clothing, but also often give them money. They are overjoyed. They are very promising. How can they expect anything else? Although Pingzi and Afu were angrudge, they wanted to say several times that An Wazi was the big red man around Liujun. Hu Ben Zhonglang put An Bochen, but due to An Bochen's advice, he could only hold back and turn back to Liujing with a sad face.

In private, even Li Xiaoguan would ask An Bochen why he didn't go back. An Bochen always prevaricate with excuses, and the bitterness in his heart could not be known by Li Xiaoguan.

Putting the window lattice and looking at his parents sleeping soundly in the room, An Bochen smiled and hesitated, but still didn't go in.

In the past three years, he often imagined the situation when he went back, but he jumped over the horse in armor, took his 500 sons, and told his parents that he had become a senior official. Although he is suspected of showing his power, as long as he can make his parents happy and gain face in front of the villagers, An Bochen doesn't mind showing the prestige of the general in this world.

"My parents look much better than seven years ago. It seems that the dragon meat I sent is really eaten."

With joy in his heart, An Bochen muttered.

That year, when the rebels entered the city, An Bochen only left one of them to deter the rebels, and the other one was hidden in the Dragon Girl Palace under the Longquan well, which was often given to his subordinates as an extra meal. In the past three years, the soldiers were strong and strong, and his spirit far exceeded that of other battalions of the Yulin Army. Li Xiaoguan and the other three also eat often, and An Bochen naturally sent a lot to them with his parents. An Bochen still remembers that Li Zuo and the two people can't let go. He doesn't eat it, but he is reluctant to waste it. Now it seems that dragon meat is comparable to a panacea, which can be said to be a great tonic for mortals.

After looking at it for a while, An Bochen floated out and went to the riverbank fields where he used to catch bullfrogs when he was a child.

Returning to his hometown, many feelings surged into his heart, which was difficult to name, which also made An Bochen confused.

He has set foot on the ground when he is only 17 years old. His journey of practice is like the sky. He only needs to walk steadily and carefully. He can't even tell how far he can go. But in this way, he is bound to escape from the hustle and bustle, and one day he may set foot on the land of immortals and demons on the other side, such as the Xuande Cave that year.

Sitting in the field, the fragrance of the grass lingered in his nose. An Bochen looked blankly at the starry sky like in his childhood.

Can you really give up everything in the world?

Spring insects sing, night birds sing alone, the cold wind blows through An Bochen and long hair at the waist, and there are dots in the right eye, like water flowing.

The next moment, An Bochen only felt that his body had become light, and his heart moved. Only then did he find that he did not know when he had wandered out of his mind and floated on the ripped of the field.

"Boom!"

The purple thunder fell, and An Bochen opened his mouth and swallowed it. The thunder entered his stomach. He was suddenly shocked, but he found that there were a few traces of feng shui and fire hidden in the thunder liquid in his body.

But without the weekly meridians, how does thunder and feng shui fire exist... Wait, I'm obviously a soul body.

An Bochen was puzzled in his heart and looked down. His body was sitting in the field with his eyes closed, and then looked at his soul body. An Bochen was stunned.

The soul body is still invisible, and only he can see it, but the soul body corresponds to the direction of the lower Dantian of the body, but there is a faint purple thick pulp flowing slowly, and the three potentials of feng, water and fire are also looming.

"Is it possible that when you broke through just now, the thunder power returned to the soul and brought back the other three potentials, but the soul body changed?"

An Bochen meditated hard. For a long time, he couldn't think whether this change was good or bad, but he could sense that although the soul body was invisible, it became more and more clear. At least he didn't feel like a dream before, just like his other body. The difference was that he could fly away from the sky and the water, and others could not see it...

In the flash, a bold idea flashed through his mind. An Bochen's eyes were complicated and he was silent for a long time.