Chapter 14 Da Kuang Ghost Talk

Not long after the carriage left, a man stood up from the tea stall opposite the Suzaku Martial Arts Hall, wearing a long black coat and a small round hat. He looked like an ordinary old man. At this time, he was doubtfully looking at the carriage going away, with a pair of triangular eyes.

"There is something more and more wrong with the prince. In the early morning, he didn't ask about business or go to drink tea. He actually took the two little children to the Rosefinch Martial Arts Hall and stayed all morning.

The old man muttered, and the scene of the return of the prince yesterday came to his mind. His face was still not enough. He just nodded to him and took An Bochen upstairs. When the prince came back from his visit, he always asked about business matters first, then drank a pot of good tea, and finally went upstairs to get loose gold. He had put the brewed musk tea at the mouth of the hall, but the prince actually ignored it.

In addition, there are many other strange things. This time, the prince took the four and nearly twenty guards, but only An Bochen came back with him, and even the carriage disappeared. In this regard, An Bochen's explanation was that the driver accidentally drove the carriage into the pond. In anger, the prince drove away the guards and servants, leaving him alone.

Only a little servant can make up such a flawed lie.

The strangest thing is the red-haired girl. The eyeliner in the building said that she had never seen her before, as if she had come out of the ground. She suddenly appeared in Liujing, holding the cherry blossoms casually, and was looked at by the prince. But from beginning to end, the prince didn't ask for the five hundred gold from herself, and she also stayed beside the prince and lived on the seventh floor like An Bochen.

Judging from her skill of holding cherry blossoms in her hand and bypassing the pillar like a familiar road, it is not the first time to walk on the Moyun Tower...

Thinking about it, the old man frowned deeper, loosened the rolled sleeves, shook off three pieces of copper, and was about to go to the martial arts hall. As soon as he took his step, the next moment, he suddenly stagnated. As far as he could see, a man in regular clothes quietly walked into the Rosefinch Martial Arts Hall.

"Huo Xiaosan?"

Xiaohou, who walked into the martial arts school, is not strange. He has a close personal relationship with the Duke of Huo. Most of them are asked by the Duke of the State. It was this close-in general of the Duke of Huo who passed the letter.

"Is it difficult for the Duke of the State to be in doubt? That's good, so I don't have to investigate."

With a sneer, Xiao Hou pulled down his eyelids, hummed a little song, and walked leisurely in the direction of Moyun Tower.

Mr. Li is a famous scholar in Liujing and even the State of Liu. Although he is white, he has a lot of wealth. The ink-shaped Yaozhuang and Yun-shaped teahouses are all over the country, and he also has a secret exchange with the ministers of the dynasty. He is also the guest of Liujun. If he has a bad time, it is not impossible to cause turbulence in the dynasties of the dynasty. An Bochen not only did not only keep the news of his death secret, but also made a fake Li Gongzi with the daughter of the State of Wu family to cover it up.

If it is detected and reported to Shangguan, it is at least the crime of the nine clans!

But at this time, An Bochen was dedicated to the "Wenwu Fire Practice", and he could not care about these. Who doesn't know, a wise man must have a loss. What's more, this is just a method that the mysterious girl from the State of Wu came up with at the last minute. No matter how magical the Taoist charm is, it can't replace a living Mr. Li. The more you drag it back, the more flaws it will be.

As night fell, the noise of the day gradually faded away. On the Moyun Building, the young man sat by the low couch of the window, with a pile of books beside him.

The prince usually doesn't mention practice, but there is a thick pile of books about "Wenwu Fire Practice" hidden in his study, most of which are notes of his predecessors.

"What a strange man."

Shaking his head, An Bochen sighed secretly.

With the dignity of Li Gongzi, it is easy to ask a monk to build a fire for a day. At the same time, it is not difficult for him to become a master. It's a pity that the prince was lazy by nature. He had a treasure mountain but didn't know how to use it. In the end, he was killed by Wang Xiner and abandoned his body in the wilderness. These secret books also fell into his own hands.

Subconsciously looking at the smiling "Li Gongzi" behind him, An Bochen couldn't help but suddenly thought that the death of Li Gongzi was not only a secret book that fell into his hands. As long as he thought about it, the seven-story ink building and the prince's huge industry could be won by him.

My heart beat fast, and the cold wind sank into the window lattice, gradually soothing the restless heart of the teenager.

"It was unimaginable to get a thousand taels of gold and practice. Dad said that contentment is always happy. If you are too greedy, you will often not have a good end.

Taking a deep breath, An Bochen muttered. As he inhaled, his lower abdomen burned again, and a white fire flashed in his eyes.

If the red girl or Liu everyone is here, he will be surprised to see An Bochen's appearance, and his eyes are white and fire are the marks of Tianpin monks.

An Bochen is naturally not a Tianpin monk. How can the dog-blooded bridge in the play happen again and again? As Liu said in the daytime, An Bochen failed to build a fire, but Liu did not know that the two semen he ingested did not dissipate as he thought, but remained in An Bochen's body. At this time, he was slowly swimming in the Shenque cave on his navel.

If the fine fire is used to build fire, whether it succeeds or fails, it will gradually dissipate. This is the principle of practice. It has been the consensus of practitioners for thousands of years, but today, it has been broken by An Bochen, an ordinary little servant. If it is known by practitioners, it will be stunned.

Shicai An Bochen took a deep breath, but it blew the fire in the Shenque cave, flashed out the fire shadow, and was reflected in his pupil. And every time he inhales, he can always feel that there is still a fever in the navel. Although it is not as good as the fire left by Liu, it makes him excited and comfortable all over.

An Bochen can't figure it out. It's his own innate fire, but he can only stay in the Shenque cave and can't be drawn out.

An Bochen didn't tell anyone about this. Since his mind was opened, looking back on the four years he stayed with the prince, he always felt that there was something wrong, but he couldn't describe it. At this time, this strange thing happened again, and An Bochen subconsciously became a little alert.

"Since it is the secret book of the prince, he may find a solution."

An Bochen said to himself, picked up a green candle lamp, sat by the window lattice of a tall building, and began to read the books on the side.

"The Theory of Dragon and Tiger Meridians..."

Picking up the first book, An Bochen opened it curiously. A large paragraph of quotation made him dizzy, but the next few pages were the meridians of his body.

Lock your eyebrows. After a long time, An Bochen gradually saw that there were countless meridians and collaterals in the human body, which were composed of meridians and collaterals. The meridians were divided into two categories: twelve meridians and eight strange meridians. Two of the eight strange meridians seemed to be very important. They were marked in red by the prince, called Ren vein and Dumai respectively. Ren veins were in the chest. The governor is behind him, but they are not connected to each other.

"It doesn't seem to find a solution."

An Bochen said secretly, put aside the Dragon and Tiger Meridian Theory and opened another book. This book is about the acupuncture points of the human body. An Bochen turned over halfway, put it down, and grabbed the third book...

The night was long, and the night was bleak. The young man sat alone in front of the window. Most of the books in front of him had been turned over by him, but he still couldn't find the answer he wanted.

Most of the green candle lamp burned. An Bochen only felt that his eyelids were heavy and he was sleepy. He opened his mouth and yawned. Just as he wanted to take a nap, at this moment, a gust of night wind rolled the wind bell and "shudded" and invaded the building, but lifted a book in front of An Bochen's hand.

When the pages of the book were flying, An Bochen saw his name in a trance. His heart moved and his sleepiness was gone. He reached out and picked up the book and saw five words written on the cover - "Da Kuang Shen Weird Talk".

"What about ghosts?"

An Bochen frowned, but he still opened the page of the book and a dark letterhead appeared in his hand.

There are four names written on the letter. It is the four servants beside Mr. Li. Naturally, An Bochen is also among them. There is a word "water" under his name, while a golden character under the name of Li Xiaoguan, and the other two people write wood and earth respectively.

"Gold, wood, water, earth..."

looking at the four words on the letter, An Bochen vaguely felt a little familiar. Suddenly, his eyes lit up, but he remembered that in the previous three years, the prince had taught them to swallow elixir and refine medicine. The elixir is taken once a month, and everyone's elixir is different. The elixir obtained by An Bochen is written with the word water. But it only lasted for three years. At the end of last year, for some reason, the prince no longer let them take elixir.

"Is today's strange thing related to those elixirs? Why did the prince ask us to take the elixir?

An Bochen was refreshed, but he turned over the letter note several times. Except for the names of the four people, there was no word.

Looking at the page with the letter writing, An Bochen said in his heart, is the secret hidden in the book?

Without hesitation, with the dim candlelight, An Bochen began to read in a low voice.

"In the year of Emperor Kuang Qi, there was a scholar surnamed Zhang, who was happy with Taoism and did not love things in the house. His wife hated it, so she led Zhang Sheng to a deep hole in the suburbs and said that this hole was strange. Zhang Shengqi looked for it. His wife pushed hard, and Zhang Sheng fell into the hole. Zhang was afraid that the gods would blame him, so he threw in the cooked chicken and cooked sheep to pay tribute to his husband. Zhang Sheng woke up and was very hungry. Fortunately, there was cooked meat to satisfy his hunger. After eating the chicken and sheep, he had some strength. Zhang Sheng struggled to find a way out, but found a cave on the soles of his feet. Zhang Sheng leaned over and climbed in. The cave was curved, narrow and wet. He climbed for dozens of miles. The cave was getting wider and wider, and there was a faint light. Zhang Sheng walked straight. He only felt that the dust under his feet was like the fragrance of rice, so he picked up and swallowed it. He was no longer hungry. After dozens of miles, he saw high mountains and flowing water in front of him, and the high hall stood on the mountain..."

An Bochen read happily and coldly, and suddenly felt a chill behind him.

Scratching his head, An Bochen didn't care and continued to look down.

The cold wind came and blew the candlelight. The young man watched it with relish and brilliance, and did not feel the strangeness in the room at all.

Until a deep sound sounded.

"How many days have you been dead?"

"Four..."

An Bochen replied casually, but before he finished speaking, he suddenly realized that with a "buzz" in his mind, his face was incredible, and the scroll in his hand fell to the ground with a "pop" sound, and his whole body fell into an ice cave.