Chapter 31 The door valve is as swd as a swamp, how can you cross Qinglian

White fire!

Looking at An Bochen's open eyes, Sima Jinping's heart throbbed and calmed down in an instant.

The nature that shines in An Bochen's eyes is just fire, but after those two flames, Sima Jin faintly caught some unusual existence.

It's like a pool of spring water, and it's as white as pulp, reflecting two groups of fire. At first glance, it looks like a white fire.

Just as Simajin looked at it carefully, the two clear springs were covered by fire and disappeared.

An Bochen held his hands round, and his expression was indifferent. The warm wind came, and he raised a blue shirt, which also made the flame in his eyes more and more vigorous.

"Xiao Anzi..."

Looking at the teenager with a very different temperament from usual, for no reason, Simajin was slightly nervous and couldn't help whispering.

At this time, the simple spells were spit out from the teenager's mouth. Every note was just right. With the dancing ten fingers, the green shirt floated. Although it was a teenager's practice, it faintly revealed a few bones of practice in Sima Jin's eyes.

With his heart swaying, Sima Jin clenched her fists and looked at An Bochen, looking complicated, with some expectations and some unspeakable worries.

"The fire spell dragon map becomes invisible..."

I don't know how long it took, the last spell popped out of An Bochen's mouth, and the flame in his eyes also burned, as if it was about to fly out.

"Wo!"

His eyes were round, and An Bochen's fingerprints were old, and he shouted in a low voice.

The air around him trembled violently. With his shout, the air of the whole Tibetan jade hall ran to all directions, and the warm wind fluttered and blew the curtains.

Sima Jin's heart had come to her throat, and the firelight passed through her eyes. The girl was surprised to open her mouth and her expression was frozen.

An Bochen was also surprised by the stunned face.

The wind stops.

The Jade Hall has returned to its previous tranquility.

Silence.

After a long time, the girl with a strange face couldn't hold back any more. She laughed out, leaned forward and backward, and laughed so that An Bochen's face was red.

After three days of enlightenment in the fairy mansion, with the help of the two gods of water and fire, An Bochen's fire dragon transformation was also a success. However, the fire dragon crawling between his fingers was much smaller than Sima Jin's. If Sima Jin's fire dragon is like a four-legged snake, the fire dragon changed by An Bochen can only be regarded as a caterpillar, lying weakly, and the dragon's scale dragon claws are almost difficult to see.

"Xiao Anzi, you have never seen such a small fire dragon before."

Stop laughing, Simajin stretched out his hand and carefully fiddled with the little fire dragon, with a curious face.

"But it's not easy for you to succeed in your first practice."

For a long time, Sima Jin raised her head, looked at An Bochen with an embarrassed face, and said seriously.

Taking back the little fire dragon, An Bochen pretended to be nothing, but the gloom in his eyes was undoubtedly revealed.

At the moment when the fire dragon changed, he could clearly feel the burning fire in his body, but in a blink of an eye, most of his vitality was taken away by the invisible water gushing from the life gate cave, and even turned into a small water dragon, competing with the small fire dragon that bursting out of the Shenque cave.

An Bochen was about to sacrifice two dragons. Suddenly, he remembered what the Water God said before parting. He was alert and forcibly dispersed the little water dragon. He sacrificed this caterpillar-sized fire dragon, and could only stay on the back of his hand and was powerless to drive.

There is another thing that frustrates him. In the fairy house, the Water God said that it will be more and more difficult for him to enter the fairy house in the future. Even if he enters, he can only stay for a few days. He realized that this fire dragon change depended on the fairy weather in the fairy house and the dialing of the two gods, and then he barely succeeded. If there is a chance to practice other Taoism in the future, it will not be as simple as today.

Practice in the fairy mansion. One year there is only equivalent to one hour in reality. If you practice in the last day, you can be 12 years more than others. If so, you can break through to the land in just a few days, and then crack the Taoist charm of the Duke of Huo. But if you want to go to and from the fairy mansion without restraint, you need to cultivate to the realm of heaven... Therefore, even if An Bochen has a magical fairy mansion, he can't use it. This feeling makes him very uncomfortable. He can't enter the empty treasure mountain, and he can only watch it go away from him day by day.

"The way of practice is really full of mysterious variables, and it is difficult to speculge."

For a long time, An Bochen whispered.

Five days ago, he and Simajin proposed that they wanted to practice. Most of them were just curious and didn't think about how far they would go on this road. But now, even if he wants to stop, the Taoist charm in his forehead will not agree, not to mention that he has seen the immortal mansion and sacrificed for the first time. Inadvertently, An Bochen gradually fell into it, but even he himself did not realize it.

"Hong Fu, let's get here today. I have to go to the Duke's Mansion."

The afternoon always passed quickly. In a blink of an eye, it was almost evening. An Bochen said goodbye to Sima Jin and turned to go downstairs.

It was not until An Bochen's back disappeared on the street corner that Simajin withdrew his eyes and his face was complicated.

The indescribable emotion lingered in her heart. This feeling was that the Duke of Huo had it, and the Marquis of Xiao also had it. It was all because of the same person - Mo Yunlou and An Bochen. What he was originally mastered quietly shifted and became uncontrollable. Since An Bochen returned to Liujing, he was like a run-deed wild horse. On the surface, he was still his unattractive little servant. He followed the "Li Gongzi" in front of the saddle and behind him. But anyone who had dealt with him would be surprised to find that this little servant was beyond ordinary people's imagination. The speed is growing.

Wang Xiner is like this, Duke Huo is like this, Xiao Hou is like this, and Simajin, who presided over this scene, is even more so.

Maybe, only he doesn't know.

"I just cultivated the innate fire, and I can use the Taoism in a blink of an eye. Such a person, Wanli Da Kuang, the thirteen vassal states, the ancestors knew only five or six people, and now there is one more person."

He muttered, and a touch of youth flashed in Sima Jin's picturesque eyes, which dyed her elegant "face" enchantingly.

At the moment when An Bochen sacrificed the fire dragon to change, Simajin's face was full of surprise, and then laughed out loud, but the young man who was stunned on the opposite side did not know that the girl with a smile all day long was suddenly killed in her heart.

This is a common problem of the people of the family, and it is also the habit that Simajin wants to leave it away but can't leave it away - always be alert, when you break it, and kill it when you kill it. If she didn't have this habit, in the door valve that killed the secret cloth on the surface, she could not go all the way to save her perfect body, keep her secret, and become the ice princess who was awe of all the Sima family. That year, she was only twelve years old. What about the directness of the main room? What about the monition genius? The Sima door valve fluctuates and does not fall for thousands of years. The law of the jungle of the law of the jungle is deeply rooted in the Sima family's blood. Even the ancestors turned a blind eye and indulged it.

The door valve is as swddy as a swamp, how can it cross Qinglian?

If you want to break free, you must not be afraid of dirt and get stuck in the mud. What's more, this is just the first step.

When the sunset glow fell, Sima Jin smiled faintly, dissipated her inexplicable emotions, and the green light in her eyes disappeared.

"Talented Zhuo Jia doesn't know whether to tell him or not."

Jiangnan Liujing is comfortable and lazy, which also makes the girl feel cheerful day after day. The corners of her mouth are playful, blinking with moving eyes, and thinking about it for a long time, Ma Jin mutters to herself.

"Let him be kept in the dark first. Such a little Anzi is real and can make the play less boring."

Looking at the sky, Simajin swept away the remaining osmanthus cake, patted his stomach, got up and walked back to the Tibetan Jade Hall.

Not long after she entered, the door of the hall was pushed open again, and a basin of water poured down from the head, drenching the old man into a drowned chicken.

"Sure enough, it's not... This woman goes out almost every night. It's really weird.

wiping his face, Xiao Hou blew his beard and stared at the wooden basin at his feet. He resisted his anger, turned his gloomy triangular eyes, and then stepped forward.

"Puff!"

......

The teenager wears a green shirt and sneaks into the government at night.

Like last night, An Bochen did not go through the front door. Perhaps he was inevitably a little frightful in the face of the majestic Duke of Huo. An Bochen turned around the back alley. He was thinking about how to climb over the wall and enter when he saw a head coming out of the wall.

The young man of the Huo family looked pale, like a piece of paper, but he was full of joy that could not be concealed.

"An Bochen, you are here."

The teenager grinned, revealing his scary tiger teeth, and then threw down the rope that had already been prepared.

An Bochen felt funny, but he didn't say much. He grabbed the thick rope and was pulled over the wall by the teenager in the blink of an eye. However, this time, An Bochen immediately let go and jumped down. If he was put down by the teenager's neck again, he would be really embarrassed.

Entering the backyard, An Bochen felt that the yard seemed to be a little different from the previous one. Looking around, there was a row of wooden fences in the corner of the backyard, and all kinds of weapons were on it.

"Can the Duke be in the house?"

After thinking about it, An Bochen asked the teenager in front of him.

"I heard from Uncle Huo that Grandpa and several adults went to discuss state affairs."

The teenager blushed and said, the excitement in his eyes has not faded. Although it was only the second time he saw An Bochen, he could see how happy he was at this time.

For no reason, there was a trace of sympathy in An Bochen's heart.

He, a tenant's son, sympathizes with the legitimate grandson of the Duke. If it spreads out, I'm afraid he will laugh at the world. But as soon as he entered the Houmen, it was as deep as the sea. What's more, this young man of the Huo family was still a born bottomless person. He had a talent, but he hid in the government all day long. Only at night can he go to the backyard to breathe and punch for a while. Even if he had brocade clothes and jade food, he was not as free as An Bochen, who had been running around all over the mountains and fields since he was a child.

For so long, maybe I am the first peer he knows, and even if the rest can be seen, they will be scared by his appearance.

An Bochen thought to himself, subconsciously patted the tiger-toothed teenager on the shoulder and asked with a smile.

"I don't know your name yet."

The teenager also patted An Bochen. Perhaps with last night's experience, he was extremely careful, not so much shooting as touching.

Looking at each other, the two teenagers laughed at the same time.

"My name is Huo Chuanyun."

After saying that, the teenager with bronze pupils grinned and pointed to the wooden gate in the corner.

"An Bochen, what kind of weapon do you like to use?"