Chapter 41 The Mystery of the Immortal Mansion

The sky is crimson, as if it were burning late clouds.

An Bochen opened his eyes, stood in front of the high mountain cliff, looked at the huge waterfall three thousand feet straight down, and stood with his hands behind his back.

His expression was extremely calm, his eyes were like water, the wind was flirting with his long shirt, and his heart was traceless.

For a long time, he turned to the two gods standing in the distance and asked in a low voice.

"But is there any way for me to come and go freely to the fairy mansion and stay as long as I want?"

When the words fell, the Fire God was about to open his mouth when he was preempted by the Water God.

"Water has told the resident decades ago that if you want to enter and leave the fairy house freely, you need to have a great job."

Hearing the words, An Bochen frowned, thought and asked again.

"So, how can we increase the stranded time each time?"

"Since the scholar has an idea, there is no need to ask more."

Beautiful eyes ripples, enchanting and beautiful water god said with a smile.

No more questions, An Bochen looked at the waterfall inexplicably.

This time he entered the fairy mansion again. Unlike the previous times, An Bochen only felt that his heart was much clearer. Although the things outside the house were still confused, there was one thing that always lingered in his heart for a long time. That is to improve his practice and cultivate fire.

An Bochen knew that the fairy mansion was a good place for cultivation, but he also knew that he could not stay here for too long, so he asked the Water God, but he didn't get the answer he wanted.

He frowned, and An Bochen thought about the reason carefully, but the deeper he thought, the more he had a headache, and his mind was chaotic. It seemed that there was no end to the world in the house. There was only the idea of grasping the time to practice, and there was nothing else.

Shaking his head, An Bochen was about to sit cross-legged when he listened to the words of the Water God behind him.

"If you want to save time, why don't you practice shooting here?"

"Exact"

The Vhuo shen jun interfaced.

"If you meditate cross your knees, you can only practice Taoism. If you practice shooting skills, you can not only practice Taoism skills, but also practice the two potential of water and fire, and improve Taoism. Isn't it the best of both?"

An Bochen nodded with understanding. Today, he is very different from his simple and honest appearance in the past. He stands in the abyss, calmly, looks clear and has a bright eye. An idea subconsciously came to his mind. An Bochen raised his eyes, looked at the sky, and shouted.

"The gun is coming!"

In a blink of an eye, a silver gun fell from the sky and fell into the hands of An Bochen.

Seeing this, the Water God showed a shocked face and looked at the Huo Shenjun, who was also shocked. He frowned, and a strange color flashed in his eyes. In an instant, he walked slowly to An Bochen, who was bowing his head and meditating, and said with a smile.

"Why did the resident start to stay again? He needs to know that time is precious and not easy to get. Now that the gun has arrived, the priest hasn't practiced the gunway yet. When will he wait?

"What the water girl mentioned is."

An Bochen nod his head. Although he was a little confused, he couldn't take care of so much when he thought that the time for practice was tight, so he immediately said.

"Bo Chen is practicing gunway here, and I hope you two can help each other and cultivate the two power of water and fire."

"Don't worry."

The two kings of water and fire arched their hands at the same time.

The gun has four flats, the top of the head, the shoulders are flat, the feet are flat, and the gun is flat. There are also three tips to take photos, which means that when holding the gun, the top is the tip of the nose, and the bottom is the tip of the foot. The three tips should be kept in a straight direction, and the side is straight to the front. Otherwise, it can resist the tip of the gun, and it can also ensure the accuracy of the gun.

An Bochen didn't know why he thought of this. He held a gun in his hand and was calm, and these thoughts naturally came to his mind.

At present, An Bochen held four flats, took a look at the three tips, and shouted low. The stick was straight, connected to a line, and stabbed hard towards the opposite cliff.

A shot was stabbed out. Although it looked good, An Bochen felt something was wrong.

He stabbed nearly a hundred shots in a row. An Bochen put the gun on his back and looked at the cliff from afar.

The mountain wind was full of ups and downs. Looking at it, An Bochen's mind moved, but suddenly remembered that this shot was not the one he was looking for.

What kind of shot do you want?

His eyes were closed, and An Bochen stood with a gun and stood quietly on the edge of the cliff. I don't know how long it took a wooden stick to cross my eyes. Although the wooden stick is rough, it is like a tiger out of the cage, like a poisonous snake drilling a hole, and it is constantly changing. Although each change is different, it can be connected with the next change, advancing layer by layer. By the time of the last blow, there are three changes, which makes the gun more and more strange. Unpredictable.

The most basic skill of shooting is to shoot a gun. The gunman is like a broken bamboo. He can't tolerate so many changes, but because of the instant fusion of water and fire, it is soft and strong, and with the help of the water force, these changes are born.

Opening his eyes, An Bochen nodded thoughtfully and looked at the two kings who rushed between the canyons in the distance, but went their own way, shouting.

"You two go hand in hand to help Bochen achieve this gun."

As far as the eye can see, the two kings of water and fire hesitated a little, and then each attracted the two potential of water and fire, and walked side by side between the mountain gorges.

Withdrawing his eyes, An Bochen took a deep breath, and a "gun" like a poisonous dragon drilling into the mountain flashed in his mind. His eyes drooped, his four fingers clenched, his index finger supported it, and his fist slowly turned.

He raised his head, and a red and white light flashed in his eyes. An Bochen raised his arm flat and suddenly took a step forward, stabbing the crooked old tree on the opposite edge of the cliff with a silver gun.

This gun is like a broken bamboo, and the sound is fierce, but when it is still halfway, the barrel of the gun is constantly trembling, from left to right, which makes people unable to figure out. At the end, the gun was about to be old, but it suddenly accelerated. The tip of the gun slipped through an arc, but it was faster than a straight line. In a blink of an eye, there were three changes. In one go, it stabbed into the opposite old tree.

After stabbing with a shot, An Bochen obviously felt that the old branches and leaves 20 steps away were shaking gently. In his heart, he knew that this gun must carry the two forces of water and fire. Its power was so great that it attracted the gun wind to 20 steps away.

A faint joy flashed through his heart. Looking at the gloomy sky, the day was about to pass. An Bochen didn't know how long he could stay here, but he knew that the opportunity was gone and would never come back, so he had no time to think too much. He picked up the silver gun and continued to practice.

An Bochen can only know this gun, and he can only practice this gun. If he doesn't stop for an hour, he can stab more than a thousand shots, and there will be more than 12,000 shots a day.

The sound of the moon is sunset, and the moon rises. An Bochen is facing the high wind in the mountain gorge. He practiced hard day and night. Ten days have passed in a blink of an eye. An Bochen's gun is more than a thousand times. Ten days later, he fired a gun more than 120,000 times in total. His cliff has been grinded out a row of two-inch thick footprints.

The cold wind fluttered, and the water and fire flowed between the mountains and canyons. Although it was not too harmonious, it did not resist. An Bochen obviously noticed that the fire seemed to be a little stronger than ten days ago, but the water situation was still the same.

An Bochen was slightly relieved, but he didn't have time to think about it. Looking at the old tree on the opposite cliff, An Bochen breathed a long breath, clenched the barrel of the gun, and was ready to stab 127,000 shots.

The image of water and fire flashed in his eyes, pulled out his gun, raised his arm, stepped, stabbed out, and An Bochen was done in one breath. This gun has changed a lot more than ten days ago. At the end of the gun, there were seven changes. The first six changes have been practiced countless times before, but the seventh change has just been realized.

One shot was stabbed out. After the six changes, when it came to the last change, it suddenly caused the water and fire. The fire took advantage of the water and rushed up, and there was a faint momentum to jump out of the mountain gorge. An Boxhen only felt that the tip of the gun was carried by a huge force and was eager to rush forward. He was caught off guard. An Bochen's palm slipped, and the gun flew out of thin air. He crossed the distance of 20 steps, smashed the old tree on the edge of the cliff, and went deep into the cliff wall. In a blink of an eye, he could only see an inch-long handle.

An Bochen was stunned. At this time, he only felt that the sky was spinning, and the mountains and rivers in the fairy house couldn't help shaking, as if he had known each other.

The next moment, the cliff under his feet cracked, and An Bochen fell into the abyss...

......

The sky is getting darker and gray, like a harbinger of a rainstorm.

An Bochen opened his eyes and looked thoughtfully at the western suburbs of Qianmo. This time, he returned to the "Immortal Mansion", which was the same as the previous times, but it was a little different.

Water God said earlier that it would be difficult and difficult for An Bochen to enter the Immortal Mansion in the future, and he could only stay for three or four days at a time, but this time he stayed for ten days. And An Bochen vaguely felt that if he hadn't stabbed the shot beyond his ability at the last moment, he could still stay.

But why is this?

After returning to reality, An Bochen can recall everything that happened in the fairy mansion, but in the fairy mansion, he seems to be stepping into a dream. Although it is not muddle-headed, it is extremely difficult to remember what happened in reality.

This time it is slightly different. From the moment An Bochen stepped into the fairy mansion, there was only one thought in his heart - practice. Only by cultivating the green fire can he break the Taoist charm in his forehead and let him get out of the cage of Liujing.

This is what happened in reality, but it was brought into the fairy mansion that looked like a dream. The subsequent "four squares of guns and three tips" was also the gunway recorded in the Duke of Huo's "Speaking Gun", and the shot he practiced hard for ten days was a wonderful hand in the temple last night.

Suddenly, An Bochen was slightly stunned.

Is it that the way to grow the time stranded in the fairy mansion is to remember the things in reality?

If you can remember the things in reality, reality and dreams are integrated, the "An Bochen" in the fairy house and me in reality are a complete person... But if so, why didn't the two gods of water and fire mention me? They seemed to know something, but they wanted to stop talking.

The eyebrows frowned and unfolded again, and there was a strong joy in An Bochen's heart.

If you can stay in the fairy mansion at will, one hour in reality is equivalent to a year in the fairy mansion. It will be a little late in the fairy mansion. After decades of practice, it will only take a few days to return to reality, but the cultivation will advance rapidly, and the cultivation will also be captured.

No, I have to go to the Immortal House again.

In his heart, An Bochen sat up straight, closed his eyes, and held his breath, but he wanted to force him out of the state of fetal breath.