Chapter 22 Xiao Hou wants to say goodbye

(Second update)

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Carefully took Simajin back to the Tibetan Jade Hall. An Bochen was still sleepless. He went to the window, lit the green candle lamp, and looked at the silent Liujing night, and his eyes flashed.

I wanted to leave, but it didn't get what I wanted. Miss Yinghong was actually liked by Liu Jun, and she and Jiu Chenjun also fell into the deep palace.

Although he really wants to return to his hometown, which makes his parents happy, and also surprises the people in the village who usually look down on his family, he will never leave until he helps the red girl get the immortal secret book.

... I want to go back in the wind, but I'm afraid that Qionglou Yuyu is extremely cold...

The clear and sad and beautiful song echoed faintly in his ear. An Bochen smiled faintly, his cheeks were slightly red, and his eyes were inexplicable.

The longer she has been with her, the more difficult it is to understand. The girl, who seems to be a mystery, always has a sweet smile, but under her smile, there seems to be a deep story buried. In short, An Bochen can't help but want to look more.

"Such a woman, not to mention the family, I'm afraid it's hard to find in the whole world."

An Bochen muttered in a low voice.

He stood at the window on the seventh floor, standing in the wind, his blue shirt fluttering, and his eyebrows were indifferent. Although he is not handsome, he is only a young man, in just four or five days, his manners are quietly changing. He is like the cloth-clothed man who has been crowned in Liujing for seven years, but he is not aware of it at all.

Relaxed, An Bochen breathed a sigh of relief, and subconsciously closed his eyes.

The umbilical socket was relaxed, and the faint light of water and fire flashed, and it disappeared in an instant.

In the two nights of this day, An Bochen actually entered the state of fetal breath three times in a row. If those Tianpin monks with profound cultivation knew, they would be stunned and unimaginable!

Although the fetal breath is magical, it is a way to go against the sky.

When a person leaves the mother's fetus, the umbilical cord is cut off, and the acquired breathing should be in accordance with the rules of the world. The fetal breath is to practice until the end, and after returning to the original, it picks up the spiritual endowment given to human beings by God. Admittedly, there is also a way to achieve fetal life by chance, such as An Bochen last night, but most of them only once, and then the umbilical socket is closed. Unless you have a practice method and have the help of elders and people, you can continue to have fetal life again. However, An Bochen was killed and fell into the water, and once the potential for survival broke out, it once again stimulated the breath of the ancestors. After two breaths, the umbilical socket is temporarily opened, but it is unstable and may be closed at any time. However, just now, An Bochen and Simajin, who had experienced a day and a night of disaster, got back together. The girl Fangze was still around her nose, and her heart was relaxed. Her mood was indifferent but with obsession. Inadvertently, she gave birth to her previous innocence again.

This time's breath is completely different from the previous two. It is not a coincidence, not to survive in death, but to carry out the method of fetal breath naturally.

There are only three things. After three numbers, most of the dust is settled.

Although the method of fetal breath cannot directly practice fire to improve practice, it is the most perfect combination of the body of the practitioner and the nature of heaven and earth. If the cultivation reaches the peak, there is no need to look at the withering and dynamic changes between heaven and earth, and it can be clear to the chest, and people's consciousness can also enter a mysterious state, just like at dawn. Waiting for An Bochen. However, he was scared by Sima Jin and lost his chance. Now the method of fetal breath mastered by An Bochen is the most common. It belongs to the lowest level of congenital breath, and it can only prompt danger from time to time, such as painting the edge in the daytime.

But even so, a teenager who has only been practicing for more than a day can actually operate the method of fetal breath. If it is passed on, it is enough to make all practitioners in the world jealous, and those masters will also come and rush to take An Bochen as an apprentice.

However, at this time, even An Bochen himself did not know what to do, let alone others.

He just felt that it was very comfortable, and his body became light. His consciousness drove the two groups of water and fire in his body to swim between the two veins of Ren Du, as if he had taken a panacea. Every pore of his body was breathing freely. The light wind came, as if the wind was flying, and his whole body became floating out of dust.

I don't know how long it took. An Bochen suddenly frowned and vaguely felt a little uncomfortable, as if the balance around him had been broken, mysterious and difficult to understand.

With a tight heart, An Bochen opened his eyes and suddenly turned around. His eyes were full of light, but he was shocked by the old man carrying a big package at the top of the stairs.

"Xiao Hou?"

Looking at the old man who was surprised but dissipated in an instant, An Bochen was silent for a moment and said.

"This building is a forbidden place for the prince. It's quiet in the middle of the night, but Uncle Xiao suddenly visited. I don't know what you have to do."

Looking at An Bochen up and down, there was a strange color in a pair of triangular eyes. The old man who was not amazing suddenly smiled, slowly stepped up the stairs, looked for a seat, sat down steadily, and stopped talking.

The two looked at each other silently, and the atmosphere in the building suddenly became stiff.

"The prince is finally dead."

This was the first sentence said by Xiao Hou. An Bochen was shocked, but he couldn't bear it.

"The good days for both of you are over."

When the second sentence fell, An Bochen frowned, and suddenly there was a trace of badness in his heart.

"Although the prince is not easy to die, now, he can only think that he is dead."

The third sentence came out quietly, and An Bochen stood on the spot, causing an uproar in his heart.

He finally knew where the uneasiness of these days came from. He forced himself not to think in that direction, but when Xiao Hou mentioned it tonight, An Bochen could no longer suppress his doubts.

Seven years ago, he entered Liujing in the snow. The next day, he drove a bronze car full of gold and silver to the palace, just to bet with Liu Jun. If he could start from scratch and earn enough gold and silver within three years, Liujun would promise him three things. If not, the copper horse and silver car would return to the treasury, and from then on, he would not return to Liu. Even if Liu Jun obstructed it in every way, in less than half a year, Mr. Li had earned enough money and silver. He politely rejected Liu Jun's high-ranking official Houjue and made himself his own free cloth prince.

Such a method can be called a god. How can such a person be killed by Wang Xiner, an outsider?

However, Mr. Li's head was cut off that day, but he saw it with his own eyes.

The night wind brushed the teenager's puzzled eyes. For a long time, he looked at the old man with a sneering face, and his heart was strange.

One word distinguishes his origin, two words distinguishes his behavior, and three words distinguishes talent and learning. Xiao Hou's three sentences kill his heart, but there is no weakness in An Bochen. He can't say it without a great wisdom.

Sure enough, Xiao Hou is by no means an ordinary person who can be regarded as the housekeeper of Moyun Tower by the prince.

An Bochen said in his heart that he had some doubts the day before yesterday, and what he saw and heard today confirmed his previous thoughts.

After a little thought, An Bochen simply stopped hiding it. He pretended to be relaxed and said with a faint smile.

"What Mr. Xiao said is very true. I don't know what Mr. Xiao said. Which one is the prince playing?"

Looking at the calm An Bochen, Xiao Hou smiled, but in fact, he covered up the surprise in his eyes. As the big housekeeper of Mo Yunlou, how could Xiao Hou not be familiar with Mr. Li's servant? After turning five days ago, An Bochen seemed to have changed. The deep-rooted inferiority complex in the past disappeared. Although he would hide a few times from time to time, Xiao Hou was surprised by the inadvertent calmness at this time.

"I don't know what Bochen has?"

The old man's eyes turned around and threw the burden back to An Bochen.

Looking at the cloth bag at Xiao Hou's feet, An Bochen's mind turned quickly and said with a smile.

"The prince must have been a great person before he came to Liuguo. As far as I can see, the prince must have come here for a purpose. If he really dies, if he doesn't die, it must be because the purpose is unsucceed. The situation in the State of Liu is dangerous at present. The prince doesn't want to stay for a long time, so he escapes from death.

There are three reasons why An Bochen made this conclusion. One is the method of becoming an immortal recorded in the "Da Kuang Shen Weird Talk". Li Gongzi took great pains to build the five elements for the four, but gave up a year ago, which was thought-provoking. Second, because of the case file that An Bochen looked at in the daytime, after his mind was opened, he could find clues from some ordinary words. Although he still could not see the situation in Liu at present, he had vaguely noticed that it was somewhat unusual. The third reason is that of Hou Xiao. Now An Bochen understands that this old man who usually tends to be obsessed is actually hidden. He knows that Mr. Li fakes to die, but he still pretends to leave. That only shows that this old man who follows Mr. Li is older than anyone else knows that Mr. Li will never come back.

In just a moment, An Bochen cleared his head. He didn't feel anything, but the old man opposite couldn't hide his horror. He stood up and looked at An Bochen in amazedly.

"Bocchen is really intelligent. To be honest, I was originally from the State of Qi in the West Sea. I lived in seclusion in Zhongnan Mountain and studied hard for more than 40 years. I just wanted to shock the world with my birth skills. Unexpectedly, he was found by Mr. Li eight years ago and designed to frame him, so that I could bear the blame. I could no longer be an official, so I had to stay by his side as a housekeeper. It is indeed a good purpose for Mr. Li to come to the State of Liu. Since he faked to death, he will definitely not return to the State of Liu.

His chest fluctuated slightly. For a long time, Xiao Hou regained his composure, and his eyes fell to the night sky outside the window and sighed.

"I have been a housekeeper for eight years, and now I finally repeat my freedom. I don't know how many happy days there are."

"So, is Mr. Xiao going to leave tonight?"

An Bochen showed a thoughtful face.

"Naturally, if you don't leave early, you won't have many dreams at night."

Xiao Hou replied.

No, I can't let him go.

Looking at the inexplicable old man, An Bochen said in his heart.

Xiao Hou knew that Mr. Li was dead. If he listened to others, the charge of killing Mr. Li would also fall on him. However, Liujing no longer has a place for himself and Simajin, and he may also implicate his family.

The bold idea came up again.

The best place for Liujing is this Moyun Tower. With the support of Mr. Li, it is possible to find Jiuchenjun from the palace... And "Li Gongzi" has now fallen into the hands of the Duke of Huo.

"No more words, I'll say goodbye, and Bo Chen will leave as soon as possible."

In the afterglow, Xiao Hou had picked up with the package and raised his hand to say goodbye to him. An Bochen's heart tightened and blurted out.

"Sir, please be slow."