Chapter 333 King of Mobei

In just a few days in Nanhuang, An Bochen saw a very strange man. Jiu Chenjun, who has a finger layout skill, may also be called an "old acquaintance" who has never been born before.

He entered the game repeatedly. Unconsciously, An Bochen's mental strategy improved rapidly. Maybe it's better to play Jiu Chenjun, who is in the palm of the whole world, but he has a deeper understanding of Jiu Chenjun's methods.

The finger layout technique is not only an extension of time, but also horizontal. Every time Jiu Chenjun took action, every inadvertent move was meaningful. In other words, he was used to one stone and three birds, or even more.

The old man in the red robe, Jiu Chenjun cleverly made Kuang and the Mobei monk completely perish. On the surface, it seems that he has achieved his goal and is perfect. No one can find any problems, but An Bochen always feels that he has a deeper purpose in doing so.

Throwing a stone will damage the two great enemies. It may be a proud thing for others, but for Jiu Chenjun, it can only be regarded as you.

"Xiao Anzi, you think too much. No matter how powerful Jiu Chenjun is, he is just a mortal. He has no choice but to take away the old man from the red robe. The chess game he laid has been disrupted by us. Now all he can do is to calculate step by step and make a move."

Sima Jin weighed the way. In a faint sense, she also felt that what An Bochen said was reasonable, but she and An Bochen are now in the upper hand, and the situation is very good. She doesn't want to disturb the rhythm of the two and make waves because of Jiu Chenjun's action this time.

Seeing that An Bochen was still meditating, Sima Jindai frowned and shook An Bochen's arm: "Don't think about it. If you don't trust him, you can continue to stare at him. It seems that no one will come to this witch temple. We can just be good yellow finch."

"It's true." An Bochen smiled and nodded.

The moonlight sprinkled from the dome and was captured by the mercury trough, reflecting in all directions. The witchcraft also became crystal clear, shining, adding a little beauty that the two had never noticed before.

It was not until tonight that there seemed to be a chance to breathe on the intensive trip to the southern wilderness. The overall situation was in hand, everything was in step, and the mood of An Bochen and Simajin also became relieved.

The eyes touched each other inadvertently, and both of them were stunned. They were so close that they could hear each other's heartbeat.

Looking at the girl close at hand, An Bochen suddenly felt that his mouth was dry and his tongue was dry, and his eyes became confused.

"Don't think about it. I can't relax these days. I'm going to sleep for a while."

With a slight cough, Simajin dodged An Bochen's eyes and walked to the east side of the temple hall as if nothing had happened.

In the light, An Bochen was still standing stupidly. Simajin suppressed her smile with a stiff face. However, the next moment, a trace of complexity flashed in her eyes.

The gentle hero in the countryside, it doesn't matter whether Xiao Anzi is a hero or not, but when he is with himself, there seems to be nothing good. On the contrary, after separating from himself, he repeatedly made amazing actions. Liujing broke through the situation and eliminated the two demons. He ran away thousands of miles away from a hundred battles and a hundred defeats, but he did not die. One person washed the wasteland with blood and one shot, and his cultivation also broke through from the original fire to Tianpin. Now the two are together again, but Xiao Anzi has lost his cultivation and is trapped in the southern wilderness... Why did it become like this?

Simajin does not believe in fate and does not believe in anything that is destined, but when these things happened to An Bochen by coincidence, Simajin couldn't help thinking of what her ancestors said to her during the fireworks festival that year.

Until three years ago, Simajin didn't care about those words, but now she can't help but think of it, which always upsets her.

For best, she is not the kind of woman who is pretentious enough to bury flowers.

With a long sigh of relief, Simajin looked at An Bochen, who sat down cross-legged, smiled faintly, and withdrew his eyes.

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The next day was very peaceful. The Southern Emperor and the witch temple had already been at peace after taking a step back. After Li Xiaoguan knew that fate was difficult to violate, he no longer made trouble. He pretended himself to eat and drink. However, occasionally thought about the Princess Duoduo, who didn't know where she was. Princess Yilong circled around the Dongshan area like a headless fly. Zhang Bushi and Wuhua continued to quarrel. Guan Yunyi and Yin Xin were on the side to refresh their spirits, and Jiu Chenjun and the aliens also calmed down, as if they wanted to spend the last two days safely.

However, as An Bochen expected, Jiu Chenjun did not let him down after all. At least three birds with one stone, the third bird has also been settled, not in the southern wilderness, but in the far north.

There is a desert in the north, and there are many heroes in the sea. Of course, this is just a joke in the drama.

The real Mobei is just the scorching sun, the hot wind and sand, and the trumpet that died of travelers in the sea - now they have become white bones. Maybe they also have strange stories, but they have nothing to do with the romantic jokes of any hero's and daughters.

Da Kuang has five provinces, Lingnan, Dongyuan, Zhongdu, Luoyun and Mobei. The governors of each province can be called an uncrowned king. Although the name is not as good as that of the princes, the power in his hand is not much worse. And being an official in the province is much more comfortable than in Shangjing or in the vassal states. There are not so many red tape, and there are no princes and grandchildren who don't pay attention to them. What many young officials are most eager to move to the province to play an official position. But among the five provinces, there is only one exception. Officials would rather hang around in the vassal states with their tails than go there, which drives a large number of officials crazy every year.

It is not so much a province as a long pass.

The original intention of establishing Mobei Province is to prevent aliens in the north. The fundamental purpose of the province is to support the border troops. In order to make Mobei Province self-sufficient, Da Kuang migrates to many families every year. In the bitter and hot land in the desert, who is willing to go there? Later, those who went to Mobei were all repeat offenders of exile, just like the family of Yan Fuzi in the past. Only half of the people who were migrated to Mobei could survive. Although they could survive, they could not return to the Central Plains. They had to take root in Mobei year after year, marry and have children. Gradually, Mobei Province also became decent.

The Mobei people living in such an environment are naturally tough. What bothers officials are not only the residents of Mobei, but also those aliens, but the Mobei bandits in the name of an alien. These are all cruel people who regard people's lives as grass mustard. If there are more than a large number of thousands of troops, Mobei Province can still send troops to encircle and suppress them. If there are less than a thousand people, riding a flying camel to take advantage of the wind and sand, it is really a shadowless. The Mobei army often can't even catch half a shadow.

Fortunately, there are not only bandits in the desert, but also bitter monks.

There are two kinds of cultivation in Mobei, one is from Kuangmin origin, the other is from an alien origin, and more is a mixture of Kuang people and a different race.

Either way, they are the nemesis of bandits. Thanks to their action, Mobei Province can survive and act as the gateway to the northern end of the empire day after year.

The strong wind swept through the desert, turned up a handful of dark red gravel, and in a moment it turned into more than a hundred big hands, attacking the scattered bandits.

Their eyes were full of fear, and the bandits roared sadly and ran desperately. This was just an instinctive action, and their hearts were already full of despair.

They never thought that this person would suddenly appear in front of the nest. He seemed to be specially to kill people for no reason. He killed people for no reason. There was nothing but indifference on his cold face.

Blood splashed everywhere, and a large area of gravel was dyed red. At almost the same time, more than a hundred bandits fell from their hunchbacks, and there was no sound after a "plop".

The flowing wind scattered from the breath of the middle-aged man, blowing the gravel, bit by bit as if time was passing.

The middle-aged man stood quietly on the edge of the oasis. He looked up at the sky and motionless as if he were a sculpture. Behind him was a messy bandit nest, with more than 500 incomplete corpses lying across. This is the seventh bandit den that he wiped out in the morning. He has always known the hiding place of bandits in the desert, but he has never made trouble. For him, the existence of bandits is a very meaningful thing. It can not only hurt the vitality of Mobei Province, but also make Da Kuang officials have to respect Mobei's hard work, and can sharpen young monks. They can kill two birds with one stone, just like a strong rat in a granary. Thieve is useful. Why do they have to kill them all?

But just last night, the eighteen oil lamps in the cave went out at the same time, including the brightest one in front of the seat.

In the frightened eyes of the disciples, he sat motionless for a night. After a night, most of his hair turned white.

Three hundred disciples worshipped with tears, but what they saw was a shocking blood stain.

Coughing blood, he looked at the white sky and got up. He walked out of the cave for the first time in three years. Before leaving, he looked back and saw that the oil lamp on the central main seat suddenly swayed, but it was blown by a bad wind from nowhere.

After a glance, he no longer had nostalgia. He stepped on the morning light and landed seven bandit dens one after another, venting the sadness and anger in his heart.

In his prime, even if his Taoism heart was once as hard as a stone on Mofeng, it has now become vulnerable.

He walked all the way and killed the bandits all the way. The Mobei army that came to the news looked at it from afar, but no one dared to approach half a step.

If the governor of Mobei is the uncrowned king of Mobei Province, then the Venerable Moyun is the king of Mobei's penance.

Looking up at the sun that had risen to the center, Master Moyun bent down, picked up a handful of water and gently poured it on his face. The spring reflected a Kuang man's face, but it was much thicker and darker than ordinary Kuang people.

"Southern Wasteland..."

I have not said anything for many years. At this time, even the Venerable Moyun himself felt extremely strange.

Turning to the south, the wind and sand raised and drowned him. The wind and sand fell to the ground, and his figure also disappeared beside the oasis.