Chapter 40 Where to Bury the Peerless General

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Yes, as soon as Duke Huo died, the Taoist charm in Xiao Anzi's forehead could not be taken out...

His eyes fell on the stunned An Bochen, and Simajin stopped talking.

As early as after returning from the State Mansion on that day, An Bochen told her about the Taoist charm. In the State of Wu, Sima Jin had also seen this kind of Taoist talisman used as a seal. As the Duke of Huo said, except for those who planted the Taoist charms, even if the divine master came, he could not crack it. If he forcibly unblocked it, the heavy one would die and the light one would lose it. I was in my mind, and I went crazy from then on.

Although he can use the marrow washing and bone refining when breaking through the realm, and the fierce fire to break through the seal of the Taoist charm, he wants to break through the next realm, that is, the ground product. Even if he takes the elixir, it will take more than 20 years... For more than 20 years, that is to say, for the next 20 years, he could only stay in the cage of Liujing, looking at the close Yuanjing Village, but he could not turn around.

He looked at the teenager who clenched his fists and looked flustered. For no reason, Simajin only felt a slight pain in the depths of his heart, with some sympathy and a little unbearable.

Since she was eleven years old, this feeling has never appeared again. She walked on thin ice in the door valve full of snakes, scorpions, tigers and peas. If she wants to find the way home, she must first become as cold-blooded and cruel as them. She could have found a strong man to cling to her. In Da Kuang, the vast majority of aspiring women were like this, such as Wang Xiner and Lizhu, but she didn't want to do so and resisted from the bottom of her bones, so she got the title of Princess Sima's Bing. It is not only because of her indifference to others, but also because she is cold-blooded, ruthless and cruel.

But in the face of the desperate teenager beside her, she made an exception again and again, but even she herself felt a little ridiculous.

Is it that you are in a good view of his potential and want to recover him?

As soon as this idea came out, it was dispersed by Simajin.

It's really a bad habit to force people. It's tired and annoying... I'm tired enough. If I drag more oil bottles in the future, won't it be more annoying?

He shook his head with a wry smile and looked at An Bochen. Simajin couldn't understand what he was thinking more and more.

If she helps to save the Duke of Huo at this time, although she is 40% or 50% sure, once she takes action, her trip to Liu will end, and the immortal secret book will also become the moon in the mirror and the flower in the water, which can no longer be obtained.

Squeezing his red lips, Simajin has pinched out the printing method, and his jade fingers trembled slightly, but it has not fallen for a long time.

In the bronze mirror, it seemed that the old man who came out of the sea of blood had been surrounded. With each knife, he could only harvest the lives of three or four soldiers, but he made himself add more than a dozen scars.

Although the veteran is brave, it is difficult to walk.

That's all. This time, let's make an exception. At worst, he will forcibly enter the palace, or take advantage of the reputation of the Duke of Huo to attract the old department, let the State of Liu be in chaos, and take advantage of the opportunity to take away the puppet.

Taking a deep breath, Sima Jin whispered to An Bochen according to the falling seal method.

"Sit down. When the dark falls, you will carry the Duke of Huo to the snake's head."

Hearing this, An Bochen looked at Simajin in a staggered way, but it was a little unbelievable.

He can naturally guess some of Sima Jin's scruples. If the Duke of Huo is robbed, they will die from now on, and it is no longer possible to stay in the capital and continue to miss Jiu Chenjun. I just didn't expect that she would be willing to help herself with the fairy secrets.

"Hmm, I'm stunned again. Why don't you sit still?"

The girl's coquettishness came. An Bochen looked at her gratefully, and then grabbed She Lin tightly.

But at this moment, their eyes fell on the bronze mirror, and their faces changed sharply.

The palace held the high pavilion, and the high pavilion held the bright moon. The handsome man pulled out his long bow and aimed at the old man who was fighting in blood.

It was an arrow that eclipsed the moonlight. Before the arrow arrived, the white fire that soared out brazenly had torn the air.

No one expected that the left phase, who seemed to have no power to bind a chicken, was not only clever, but also so strong in his archery skills, and Liu Jun's eyes were full of eagerness.

This arrow is so strong that ordinary soldiers dare not touch its edge and retreat one after another, leaving only the old man holding a long knife, lowering his eyes and gasping gently.

Duke Huo started at the end of the day, and his current status depends on a knife. It is a solid record, and his natural Taoist skills are strong. More than 30 years ago, he was in the top ten of the list of generals in the world. The name of the Huo family is by no means false.

Famous generals are old, but the domineering knife is not old.

He raised his head, and the white fire in his eyes shone. Looking at the flying arrow, Duke Huo suddenly took a step forward and shouted loudly.

"Look at the knife!"

The thunderous shout came out, and a strange color appeared on Sima Jin's face. He subconsciously looked at An Bochen and saw him staring at the knife in the bronze mirror, and his eyes flashed.

The knife split out and gathered the essence of the Duke of Huo's knife in this life. It is simple and seemingly ordinary, but if you look carefully, you will find that the knife is not straight up and down, but draws an arc.

Although it is an arc, it is not slower than a straight line. The tip of the knife can't help trembling. Every trembling contains more than a dozen changes. Each change seems to be irregular, but it is inherited up and down, endlessly, turning into a large net shield to the feather arrow.

The feather arrow was cut to pieces before it was near.

Seeing this, An Bochen breathed a long sigh of relief, but in an instant, the bow and string sounded again.

Another arrow shot from the left opponent, but it was a little faster than the previous arrow.

Duke Huo narrowed his eyes and looked at the arrow. He turned his five fingers gently and just wanted to cut another knife.

But at the moment when he raised the long knife, his face suddenly became extremely stiff, but the previous knife was too hard, and the wound pierced by Huo Xiaosan suddenly cracked, and blood flowed.

The severe pain is coming. In the past, Duke Huo might have been able to grit his teeth and survive. But after all, he is not a fairy. Even if he has the cultivation of the peak of Tianpin, he has been fighting all night. He is scarred and exhausted, and most of his vitality has been exhausted. At this time, the injury is aggravated, and his hand holding the knife can't help trembling.

The masters compete with each other and often decide the outcome in an instant.

At the moment when Huo Guogong was distracted, the feather arrow flew over, pierced his forehead in a blink of an eye, and flew out from the back of his head. The remaining momentum did not diminish, and it was inserted into the mud from beginning to end.

Lost... Have you finally lost...

His eyes gradually became blurred. Duke Huo shook, but he did not open his right hand holding the long knife tightly.

The star fall is bound to be defeated. I should have thought of it a long time ago... However, this scene has just begun. In Liujing, you are not the only one who is as evil as you...

The figure of a young man in a green shirt appeared in his mind, and the shrinking charm, Huo Guogong's eyebrows were stretched out, and his long knife was inserted into the ground, and he knelt down.

Even if he knew that it was difficult for the Duke of Huo to defeat a thousand troops with the power of one person, he saw the military god who had been standing in the State of Liu for decades half kneeling on the ground. There was no sound. The surviving Yulin soldiers were still a little unbelievable and in a trance.

After a long time, a bold general finally walked to the Duke of Huo and stretched out a long gun to the old man.

At this moment, the old man whose forehead was shot through a big hole suddenly raised his head, his eyes were wide open, looked at the height of the attic, and roared.

"Kill the thief!"

"Kill the thief!"

"Kill the thief!"

After three times, the long knife fell to the ground. The old man lowered his head and closed his eyes. He has never opened it ever since.

A group of Yulin soldiers have been scared to death. Who else dares to go forward?

In order to serve the country loyal to the country, conquer the south and the east, and make countless insurmountable achievements, the glory of his life began here and ended here.

I swear to repay you for your kindness. Although it is a joke, how many people can escape this fate?

At the beginning of dawn, a touch of morning light poured on the blood sea of corpses in the Liu Palace, like a layer of bronze plating, his favorite color in his life.

Duke Huo's meteorite.

Only this sentence.

There is not much exaggeration in the history books of the later generations of Liu. No matter how gorgeous the words are, they can't describe the moment when he fell.

......

"It's not appropriate to stay here for a long time. Let's go!"

I don't know how long it took Simajin to react. Through the bronze mirror, she faintly sensed that the man who shot the Duke of Huo was looking at her. Although it was not vague, she could not stay any longer.

Hiding in the sky and flying out of the palace for miles, the always silent teenager suddenly trembled and looked up at Sima Jin, and his eyes were full of despair.

"Hong Fu, I want to go home."

Hearing this, Simajin felt a pain in her heart, which made her extremely annoying, but she couldn't stop spreading.

The teenager in front of him is only 14 years old, a 14-year-old simple teenager, because she has experienced so many changes in just ten days, and now she is going to be trapped in Liujing. I don't know how long it will take to return to the quiet village in his mouth and see his parents.

Five years?

Impossible...

Ten years?

The possibility is less than half...

Twenty years?

That also requires him to be lucky.

Even if he can really get out of this cage in 20 years, he was over 30 years old at that time, and his parents...

A trance appeared in his eyes. For a long time, Sima Jin said with a faint smile.

"Okay, I'll take you home to have a look."

......

On the outskirts of the West City, under the gray sky, the young girl sat side by side on the hillside. Looking around, she could faintly see a small mountain village more than ten miles away.

When he saw it, he saw it, but An Bochen knew that he could only go here as far as possible.

Fortunately, there is also the magical Taoist charm of the red brush girl, which is better than Qianliyan. You can not only see the figure a hundred miles away, but also hear the sound.

Clenching his fists, An Bochen looked forward to the bronze mirror transformed by the Taoist charm. The light and shadow in the bronze mirror changed. Like today's weather, it was gray. With the heartbeats of An Bochen, it gradually became clear.

A woman in hemp came out of the cramping but clean tile house. Although she was less than 40 years old, her forehead was full of crow's feet. Compared with those jeweled noble women in the capital, one was heaven and the other was earth.

However, when An Bochen's eyes fell on the simple woman, his nose was sour, his eyes were red, and tears slipped out of his eyes.

My mother is always the first to get up. She opens the stove to burn firewood, cooks breakfast for herself and her father, and then goes to Li Xiaoguan's house to weave cloth... At this hour, I guess it's time for Dad to get up.

An Bochen was thinking, and a slightly hoarse voice came.

"My mother, why did you make more bowls of noodles today?"

The voice fell, followed by a knock. An Bochen smiled and knew that his father began to pour smoke leaves again.

"Today, somehow, I suddenly miss the baby. Baby's father, do you think he will miss us and sneak back to see us? If so, there will be food when the baby comes back.

"A promising mother-in-law, An Wazi went to learn crafts. How could she sneak back? Besides, our child is honest, and he doesn't dare to do it even if he wants to.

.......

Looking at it, a faint warmth surged in Simajin's heart. He turned his head and looked at An Bochen, but found that the young man had already burst into tears, buried his head, trembled his fists, and sobbed in a low voice.

Hesitating, Simajin took out a piece of osmanthus cake from his arms and handed it to An Bochen.

"Don't cry... Well, just think I gave it to you on behalf of your mother."

The autumn wind is blowing, and the sky this morning is particularly gray, like a sign before the heavy rain.

The young man was eating osmanthus cake, and the red-haired girl beside him looked into the distance and was stunned.

I don't know how long it took. Simajin only felt that his shoulders were sinking, but the exhausted An Bochen carried it down and fell asleep, with half a piece of osmanthus cake in his mouth.

"Waste."

curled her lips, Sima Jin withdrew the Taoist charm, looked at the teenager who was leaning against him and sleeping, took a deep breath, and forced himself not to push him away.

Simajin only thought about her thoughts, but did not find that An Bochen's breath gradually weakened, and his lower abdomen fluctuated slightly.