Chapter 7 Martial Arts and Fire Practice

The stars are as bright as pearls, the night clouds are as thin as Luo Shan, and the moon is cold, flowing through the stars and pouring into the world.

In the west city of Liujing, a white horse and a pair of young people.

Looking at An Bochen playfully, the red-haired girl said for a long time.

"Oc's it, you've seen Wang Xiner. Now you can come and negotiate the conditions."

Seeing An Bochen raising his head in a trance and looking at her with a puzzled face, the girl rubbed her forehead helplessly, sorted out her thoughts, and said quietly.

"Wang Xiner stayed in Liujing for you, for the secrets of immortals, so she either sent someone to quietly follow you to find the secret of the sentence, or wait for her to settle the fateful person to capture you and torture her confessions. But no matter what, in the end, you will inevitably die... Hey, are you listening?"

An Bochen looked still in distress, and her eyes were distracted and didn't know what she was thinking. The girl only felt that she was talking bitterly with a dead fish. She would only occasionally turn her eyes over, and then look dull.

"You have said so much, you just want to get the fairy secret."

Just as she was about to be polished, An Bochen's whisper came from her ear. The girl was stunned, and then her face did not change her face.

"Nature. That fairy secret is useless to you. Even if you escape from Liujing tonight and avoid the harm of Wang Xiner, you will be killed in the future. Why don't you give it to me? Although I'm not a good person, I will never do anything like Wang Xiner. You can trade with me with fairy secrets. The price is satisfactory to you.

An Bochen nodded. He didn't have much idea about the illusory "fairy secret book", not to mention whether it was true or not. Even if it was true, how could he, a subordinate from a small mountain village, try it? As the girl in front of her said, staying around will only cause murder. In addition, there is no benefit at all. It's better to change something real.

Looking at the girl who put aside her face and pretended to be careless, An Bochen became more and more curious.

If it is the most wonderful scene in his life tonight, this red-haired girl's role is no less than that of Wang Xiner, and she is even about to catch up with her as the protagonist. Pretending to be a Taoist, behind the bronze mask is a face that is much more beautiful than Mei Niuer in the village. She takes her own wind and touches the legendary mysterious world for the first time. No matter how mysterious it is, it is not as beautiful as her red hair blooming in a high pavilion like cherry blossoms.

The mysterious appearance, with a mysterious identity, she is not only from the State of Wu, but also can blend into Wang Xiner's company, and she is free to come and go with a Taoist charm. Then she is either a descendant of a family or a descendant of those cultivation sects, and she also said that she is not the same with Wang Xiner, so the possibility of the former is mostly.

A young lady from the State of Wu's family, in order to know the "fairy secret book of immortals", came to Liujing alone thousands of miles away, and her family left it alone? Is she so confident that she can get the "fairy secret book"? Born with no worries about food and clothing, she is destined to enjoy all the glory and wealth. It's not a big deal to marry a prince and noble in the future with her face. Why does it take so much trouble just for a puppet left by the prince?

A strong doubt wandered at the bottom of his heart. In a blink of an eye, he was shaken by An Bochen and thrown into the hazy night.

These big shots don't worry about their livelihood. There are always so many leisure and crooked intestines, and all they want now is the money that can make their parents comfortable for the rest of their lives, and...

Take a deep breath and look up at the girl. An Bochen coughed softly.

"Miss, can you really give anything?"

"I'm a girl, it's hard to catch up."

"Well, I want a thousand taels of gold."

With courage, An Bochen said, he peeked at the girl and saw a touch of complexity flashed in her eyes, and then answered without thinking.

"And..."

"What else?"

The girl sneered, crossed her little waist, and stared at An Bochen.

"One thousand taels of gold is not enough. I can't see that you are quite greedy."

Taking a deep breath, An Bochen raised his head, ignored the girl's sarcasm, and forced to calm down.

"I want to learn the practice of literature, martial arts and fire."

Hearing the words, the girl did not show surprise, but suddenly fell silent.

Seeing this, An Bochen couldn't help clenching his fist and looked at the girl with some expectation. After thinking for a long time, the girl breathed lightly, met An Bochen's eyes, and smiled bitterly.

"You little servant is in trouble. Is it difficult to practice "Wenwu Fire Practice"? It's simple but not simple. If you are in the State of Wu, I can invite a monk to pass on to your martial arts fire one day, but this is the State of Liu..."

"Then why can't you pass it on to me?"

"The first transmission of fire into the Taoism, at least you have to have heavenly cultivation, I girl... It's almost finished. Second, although they all practice a secret book, it is divided into men and women. Men practice martial arts fire, fierce and powerful, vigorous spirit, expel miscellaneous thoughts, and cultivate the body with fire, which is the essential of martial arts and fire. A woman's cultivation of literary fire, dedicated to softness, light and silence, warm and continuous, this is the key to literary fire. In a word, the score of literary and martial arts is a man and a woman. I'm a woman. You... At present, it seems that he is still a man, so I can't spread your fire.

The girl said and explained slowly.

"What is the Tianpin monk?"

An Bochen asked persistently, but the girl sighed helplessly, bulged her mouth, and said impatiently.

"There are three people who practice in this world. The most powerful one is a real person, but like immortals, it is just a legend. It's almost... No, it's not a little bit short to be called a divine master. The so-called three feet of heads with gods is because they can break the three feet of void above their heads and absorb the aura left by the gods of all parties in the world, at least that's what the book says. The second is the two-grade monks of heaven and earth, who cultivate white fire and green fire respectively. Although the monks of heaven are not as good as the divine master, they are also rare. There is also a fire practitioner under the second grade of heaven and earth. As for the beauty of all kinds of fire... Well, you may not be able to understand it even if you say it.

An Bochen heard it vaguely, but he was a little excited. At least the prince had never talked to them in such detail, and most of the time he avoided talking about it. The girl's words seemed to be enlightening, opening up to another dreamlike world for An Bochen, but he could only stand by the door and look at it.

It's good luck to meet this girl who mentions himself. He doesn't expect to walk another time and meet a Taoist standing with his hands on his back. He turns his head and says that you are a young man with strange bones and wisdom. In the previous words of the girl, such a dog-blooded scene is even rare in the play.

However, just now, the feeling of flying over Liujing is like the night in Yuanjing Village. I don't know when it has penetrated into An Bochen's heart. It's not easy for him to forget.

Just when An Bochen was disappointed, the girl's inexplicable voice came to his ear.

"However, there is a way that not only allows you to have a lot of money, but also allows you to embark on the journey of practice. It depends on whether you dare to do it or not."

"I..."

"Stop! Don't be in a hurry to answer. Tell me first, you, a servant, what do you want to spend endless gold and practice secrets?

Hearing this, An Bochen lowered his head, moved his toes awkwardly, raised his head for a long time, and looked into the depths of the night of the capital.

"With money, my parents and I don't have to worry about our livelihood, and we don't have to work hard all day. And if I can learn those... I don't have to go to the play."

An Bochen said a little vaguely and looked at the girl, but saw that she was neither sarcastic nor moved. She just nodded as if she really understood.

"That's all... But it's barely enough. Well, just listen to it."

The girl waved her hand. An Bochen hesitated for a moment and walked to the girl.

"What!"

As soon as he heard it, An Bochen couldn't help shouting and looked at the girl with a calm face in surprise. For a long time, he stroked his heart beating wildly, and the corners of his mouth floated bitterly.

"You are really..."

"You are bold, aren't you? I have been jumping the dragon chair since I was a child, and I have been here all the way. You sounded bold about this, but I am very good at it. Do you dare or not?

Looking at the hesitant little servant, the girl pretended to be relaxed, but her palms were full of sweat.

She was born in the nobles of the State of Wu. She is hereditary and replaces. She is a close minister of the lord of the country. It is not too much to say that she is more than 10,000 people under one person. Normally, she has a noble status. She has been a beautiful fetus since she was a child. She is destined to become the target of the children of the Wu family in three or four years. She should not have left her identity of Jin Zhi Yu Ye and come to the undercurrent of Liu. She talked lightly to An Bochen, but she just wanted him to respond. Even if she had the wisdom and nearly a hundred Taoist charms that ordinary girls could not reach, she came to Liu alone and carried out that bold plan, which was tantamount to a lifetime.

The Wang family seeks wealth in danger, but compared with her talented words, it doesn't even count the fur. If she dies in a foreign country, the two countries will go to war, and her family will also remove her, but she can't control so much.

It's just...

Looking at An Bochen, whose expression gradually became firm, the girl's heart was slightly gloomy, but there was still a relaxed smile on her face.

"Hey, have you thought about it?"

"I'll answer."

Strong tension and excitement filled my heart. His fists were clenched and his face was red. It also made An Bochen subconsciously spit out the local voice, which made the girl opposite smile. The cherry blossom-like surprise suddenly appeared in the night of Jinghua, and then she took it back.

"Are you sure?"

"I'm sure."

Taking a deep breath, An Bochen said firmly, with the usual fine sweat of the Zhuang family on his forehead.

Crazy, crazy, I must be crazy. These experiences tonight are more thrilling than any scene I have seen... Is the teenager next to the horse really Anwazi from Yuanjing Village?

Maybe the previous Anwazi has died in the bloody night in the dream.

For no reason, an idea came to my mind, and the "deep" made An Bochen a little complatic.

"Don't giggle. You're going to suffer these three days. Let's go. By the way, what's your name?

"An... Bo Chen, how about you?

In the west city of Liujing, the girl pulled the teenager's sleeve, and the teenager led the horse and asked curiously.

"I..."

Looking at the young man with an honest face wiping the sweat on his forehead, his eyes fell on the long swaying hair at his waist intentionally or unintentionally. The girl squeezed her lips and smiled.

"My name is Hong Fu Nv."

"Red Buddha Girl? It sounds like the name in the play.

"It's true. How can my girl's name be easy to be a Taoist? Haven't you seen Wu Guo opera?

With light eyes blinking, the girl looked at the depressed teenager, and the corners of her mouth grinned a touching arc.

"In the Wu Guo opera, Hong Fu's daughter is a hero, but she has only done one thing in her life."

"What's the matter?"

"The wise eye knows the dust beads, just like..."

Blinking her eyes, the girl looked meaningfully at An Bochen with a slightly red face, and then laughed.

"It's fun of you. But sometimes telling a joke can make people stop thinking about that nervous thing.

The girl's shadow shook her eyes from time to time. Although An Bochen was still a little embarrassed, he didn't know why, but his heart was really relaxed. The plan that made him inevitably a little nervous was gradually thrown into the depths of the night.

The moon shadow reflects the figure of the young girl mottled, and it is getting farther and farther away from the dim gate.

At this time, An Bochen just wanted to live a good life and learn two-handed Taoism by the way, that's all. Unexpectedly, from the moment he set foot on Liujing again, the undercurrent that had been hidden for more than ten years has slowly surfaced, and the prosperity has gradually fallen. The chaos that Liujing was about to open has become more and more complicated because of a trivial servant.

In the play, the dragon hides for nine days, the snakes a hundred lands, a star suddenly falls, and the killing is triggered. From then on, the demons dance wildly, the blood flows into a river, and the king is not a king.

It's so commonplace.