Chapter 276 On Zhou Tian Avenue

As soon as Simajin left, the An family returned to the house with their back feet. They couldn't help closing the door and blocking the villagers who were ready to ask questions.

Three years ago, An Bochen's family was still a tenant outside Li. They lived in a wooden house with only two or three bricks. Although it was not leaking, it was also very simple. Today, the windows are bright and clean, and the bricks and tiles are brand new. It is not so good, but it is also clean and comfortable, at least in Yuanjing Village.

Even so, An Bochen was still a little dissatisfied. When he was in Liujing, the money he sent home was enough to buy a Yuanjing Village, but his parents just renovated and repaired his house and bought a few pigs and cows. He didn't even spend a tenth of it. He didn't know what they kept with those gold and silver.

For good, the dragon meat sent to them seems to have eaten a lot.

He looked at his parents who were ruddy and much better than the rest of the village. An Bochen was relieved and a happy smile appeared on his cheeks.

"Baby, you didn't treat the shopkeeper, did you?"

Looking at An Bochen, who was "smggling", the more An looked at it, the more she felt something was wrong. She said uneasily, "Baby, the girl is handsome, but... But after all, she is a girl from the city and a rich man who opens an inn, and our family..."

Before An finished speaking, he was interrupted by a middle-aged man shaking a cigarette pole beside him: "You mother-in-law is talking crazy again. Our child has been in Beijing for more than three years. He is a shopkeeper at a young age. How many can there be in our Yuanjing Village? He has his own plans. You don't have to worry about your mother-in-law. Besides, hey hey..."

Father An looked at An Bochen with eyebrows, smoked a cigarette, and said, "I think that girl is more or less interesting to our baby. Otherwise, how can her shopkeeper come to our house every now and every now and every time, and every time she still brings gifts.

"Beautiful, you are, that's called affection and righteousness. Oh, she's a good girl, but it's a pity that she came from the city..."

Seeing his parents quarreling endlessly, An Bochen curled his lips helplessly. Although he was crooked, he also heard that An Bochen had mixed feelings.

My mother is a native of Yuanjing Village. Her family name is Hu. She is a typical villager's idea. She pays attention to the door to the door, and there is a little cowardice and inferiority in her bones - An Bochen also had it in the past. My father is an outsider. His real name is An Taiping. He is known as An Laoyan. In the early years, he was forced to escape all the way from Liuxi because of the famine in his hometown. After getting two or three mu of land from Li Yuanwai, he took his mother. At that time, his father was in his thirties, much older than his mother, and his experience was also extraordinary, at least in Yuanjing Village. .

An Bochen had imagined the scene when he returned to his hometown a long time ago. He rode a tall horse with bright armor and a group of tigers behind him. He returned home with great honor. No matter how bad it is, I have to hire a few good carriages to go home with silk, satin, gold and silver treasures. But I didn't expect that in the end, I would go back to my hometown as a district clerk, without a long body, and launched a "crazy" in front of a group of villagers. I was inevitably laughed at behind my back.

Lose your cultivation, lose your reputation, and be beaten back to your original shape when you wake up. Life is full of ups and downs.

He shook his head and looked out of the window. An Bochen's frown gradually stretched out, and there was a trace of sprinkling between his eyebrows.

There are countless examples of loss and gain on the road. As long as it is still there, it is no big deal.

Thinking of the revenge that Simajin said before he left, An Bochen's heart warmed. Before that, he was a little confused, but now he reacted. With his red nature, he was surprised by Emperor Kuang. He would not give up what he said, but more seemed to want to avenge him.

The thick warmth rose from the bottom of his heart and spread all over his body. Suddenly, An Bochen's back trembled slightly, and a trace of joy flashed in his eyes, but he found that something was ready to move somewhere in his body. Although it was very weak, as if the grass sprouted, it made An Bochen faintly smell a trace of power.

What is the root of power? Mr. Yi asked An Bochen over and over again. An Bochen also thought over and over again, and now he has a new answer.

"Why does this baby giggle again?"

As soon as he turned around, he saw An Bochen looking out of the window with a smile. An sighed and touched An Bochen's forehead, with a worried face.

An Bochen couldn't do it, so he had to comfort him.

Except for eating some porridge in the middle, An Bochen spent the whole afternoon talking with his parents. Villagers in Liujing pay attention to not eating lunch, that is, they only eat two meals a day and go to bed early. Except for spring ploughing and autumn harvest or the New Year's holiday, they hardly eat dinner. Before the evening arrived, An Bochen persuaded his parents to go back to the inner room. After being quiet, An Bochen lifted the quilt, propped up his body and slowly went down to the ground. He moved his muscles and bones. His limbs were stiff and sore, but there was no pain.

"In the story made up by Hong Fu, I was injured by a bandit a month ago. So I've been sleeping for a month and I don't know what's outside..."

With deep thought on his face, An Bochen did not continue to say, rubbing his palms, cling to his limbs and slowly rubbing along the Zhoutian meridians, and activating the meridians and blood vessels.

After about half an hour, An Bochen's muscles gradually regained their vitality, the blood flowing under the skin became hot, and his body was much more relaxed and sensitive than when he first got out of bed. Although An Bochen has never learned guidance, the way of practice is bypassed. And An Bochen knows the body like the palm of his hand. Although he temporarily lost his cultivation, he also knows how to restore the strength of the body as much as possible.

The afterglow of the sunset quietly shrouded over Yuanjing Village. The mountains and rivers are beautiful and slightly dyed by the orange sunlight. This calm village seems to be covered with a soft blanket, with a warm atmosphere everywhere.

An Bochen spit out the turbid gas in his lungs, sat on the bed cross-legged, facing the sunset outside the window, his eyes were slightly closed, and there was only a line left.

If he can still enter the fetal breath, An Bochen is sure to resume his cultivation in a very short time. Although it is impossible to inspect the meridians in the body, An Bochen can feel that the meridians of Zhou Tian are intact and not destroyed in the fierce battle of Guannan Desert Road. Abuse the original life Zhenyuan and release the nine-day thunder power. Not to mention the Zhoutian meridians, even the upper, middle and lower Sandantian may be damaged. Now it is really an incredible miracle to be able to keep the foundation of practice.

But with her, it doesn't seem to be incredible.

The corners of her mouth were slightly upturned. An Bochen knew that there must be Hong Fu's credit in it. As for how she did it, she could only wait until later to ask. The most urgent thing was to get through the fetal rest and regain her cultivation.

Inhale a breath, and then slowly exhale. The breath is long. An Bochen quietly waited for the moment when the night was born, and it was inevitable that he was a little nervous.

If you can't enter the fetal breath, An Bochen will practice from the beginning, fire, earth products, heavenly products... And without the Fairy Mansion, I don't know that it will take decades to restore my cultivation.

Time passes quietly, as slow as three autumns.

Finally, the sky over Yuanjing Village was no longer so bright and soft. The sunset fell on the foot of the mountain, the day fell, and the night fell.

An Bochen's heart beat faster, his nerves were tense, and fine beads of sweat came out of his forehead.

Three years of success or failure only depends on this evening!

"Dang!"

A crisp and pleasant voice suddenly sounded, as if it were jumping from the head and flowing out of the lower abdomen.

The lower abdomen trembles first, and then blooms with infinite vitality, slowly undulating.

The corners of his mouth were raised, and An Bochen suddenly opened his eyes, and his eyes were full of joy.

Under the gentle moonlight, the color of any scenery in the village is particularly fresh and layered. Every leaf swings with the wind, and every wisp of wheat ear dancing is clearly presented in An Bochen's eyes. Closing his eyes, An Bochen listened to the singing of every insect in the grass in the distance. The wind drilled through the slight difference between the cracks in the stone and the leaves, and the fish chased and played... In the end, every pore of the whole body can hear the sound of air flow, and the feeling of feeling of heaven and earth comes back, and it is clearer than before. It is not just a five-time exploration, but more like observing the world where An Bochen is from all angles.

The cultivation is completely lost, and the way of fetal rest does not retreat. It is only because at this moment, An Bochen, who has no vitality in his body, really repeats the state of the baby's mother and fetus.