Chapter 46 The Soul Flying, The Youth Travels at Night

"What Xiao said when he joined the army."

The rebel leader didn't think much about it and waved his hand.

"Son the General Wu Ji!"

"No!"

There was a small soldier who ran to pass the order. In a short time, a strong general came with a horse and a knife.

"The halberd, the thief will be fierce. Would you like to get rid of it for me?"

"The general, don't worry, Lord Wuji is very good at martial arts and can defeat thousands of troops. How can the thieves be the opponent of Lord Wuji?"

Xiao Hou smiled and said.

But when he turned around and looked up at the black halberd, his expression suddenly stiffened, and his whole body was as dull as a wooden chicken.

I saw that the general raised his head. On his strong body, there was a teenager's face. Who was it, not An Bochen?

Looking at the silly Xiao Hou in a funny way, An Bochen coughed softly, looked awe-inspiring, and suddenly picked up a long knife. Wu Sheng, who learned from the play, shook his head, snobbed for a long time, and shouted violently.

"Bold Xiaohou, eat a knife!"

As the words fell, An Bochen only felt that the sky was spinning, and the mountains and rivers collapsed. In a blink of an eye, he flew to the sky from the back of his horse.

.......

A black gas burst out of Xiaohou's forehead, winding around, and soon fell to the ground, turning into a virtual shadow.

Before An Bochen came to his senses, he saw the old man tremble, and then opened his eyes and looked at him in a dazation.

An Bochen was shocked and just wanted to avoid it, but he saw Xiao Hou turn over, picked up his beloved pillow and lay down, and said in his mouth.

"I had a nightmare again, and I even dreamed of that boy. Humph, what a ghost!"

A little, Xiao Hou fell asleep again, leaving only An Bochen standing in the corner of the wall.

"It turned out to be a dream, and I could actually enter other people's dreams... If the scene in the dream is Xiao Hou's memory, then he used to be the number one person.

An Bochen muttered in an inexplicable mood, but he didn't expect that after his death, he would turn into a ghost and have the same ability out of thin air. Thinking of the two dreams that foresee future disasters, An Bochen vaguely felt that there must be some connection between the two, but now he has become a lonely ghost, and what's the use of thinking about those.

Turning around and walking out of the hall door, An Bochen looked up. He knew that the existence that attracted him in front of the jade hall was Sima's dream. He hesitated for a long time, but he still did not return to explore.

I don't know that this is the first time he has lost the shocking secret in the depths of Simajin's heart.

He came out through the wall, and An Bochen floated on the Rosefinch Street.

At night, the prosperity ended, and the long street was empty and deserted. Only the stars and the white moon reflected each other. An Bochen had no distractions in his heart. As he walked, he felt that his body was getting lighter and lighter.

Also, I have become a ghost. If I can pass through the wall, it must be as light as air.

Taking a deep breath, An Bochen looked at the house several feet high beside him, jumped, and landed firmly on the roof the next moment.

Although it can't take off in the sky, it may make An Bochen happy, which can't be done when he is alive.

Stepping on the moonlight, An Bochen's body is like electricity. He leaps between the deep gardens of Liujing Gaofu. Every time he jumps up, he can be more than ten feet away from the ground, glides for a moment in the air, and then falls lightly, like those Taoist people with strong skills in the play.

An Bochen only cared about playing, but he did not find that on a high pavilion in the palace, a handsome man with a crown and unparalleled face slowly emerged from the green smoke and opened his eyes as if thinking.

Unconsciously, An Bochen had come to the front of the West City. In a trance, he seemed to think of something, but he was confused.

Dad and mother... I almost forgot the second old man.

An Bochen felt guilty. He jumped over the wall and looked at the small village hidden under the night. His mood was complicated.

Now that I have become a lonely ghost, stripped from my body, and no longer controlled by that charm, it should not be a problem to come out of Liujing and return home. But... When my father and mother saw me like this, they were afraid that they would be scared... No, then Xiao Hou didn't see me.

The faint joy and sadness were intertwined. An Bochen looked at Yuanjing Village again, stepped on the wall, and was about to jump down.

At this moment, a cold drink suddenly came from my ear.

"Who is the master who dives into my Liujing at night!"

An Bochen suddenly looked back, looked at the man in the high pavilion of the palace, and hurriedly stopped his footsteps.

Left photo?

At this moment, countless thoughts flashed. Although An Bochen did not know why the left prime minister could see him, he also knew that the left prime minister was highly capable. If he returned to Yuanjing Village, wouldn't he be involved with the two elders?

No longer hesitation, An Bochen jumped down the city, shuttled between the streets and alleys, and went straight to the northwest. Suddenly, a white fire floated behind him, which was crystal clear. An Bochen knew that this must be Zuo Xiang's trick. Now he accelerated his pace and tried his best to jump forward.

The sound of wind in his ear, and the light and shadow in front of him floated. An Bochen did not know how fast he was running and jumping. He had already left the white fire far behind him, and even ran out of Liujing, crossed more than a hundred prefectures and counties in Liuguo, and came to the front of the fireworks river that divides the north and the south of the Yangtze River.

I don't know when his homesickness has been forgotten by An Bochen. He just wants to keep jumping like this. At present, the river is blocking, and the river is surging and flowing endlessly. An Bochen doesn't think much about it. He jumped up, as if a piece of cotton wool fell down the river and crossed the river in the wind. With only a column of incense, he crossed the river for more than a hundred miles.

At this moment, An Bochen suddenly felt a woman's laughter in his ear, which was as melodious as a piano, but it seemed to come from a faraway place.

"I was right by Mr. Kong and Huang Jushi. There is really a good show tonight... Since Brother Tai has traveled to the Fireworks River, why don't you come and talk about it?

When the words fell, An Bochen only felt that a strong and unparalleled suction came from a distance, which was irresistible. In a blink of an eye, he was taken out of thousands of miles and fell to a high mountain. There was a gazebo not far in front of him, and there were three people standing in the pavilion.

The first was a scholar in white, his eyes fell on An Bochen, and he couldn't help saying "huh".

"The soul of the earth is out of the body? It's really bold."

"Cluck, I heard from Mr. Green Bamboo that when Huang Jushi broke the void, he was also out of the earth. What's the matter? Now I'm nibbling others."

It was the woman who called An Bochen before who spoke. She was wearing a snow-white feather coat, standing side by side with the scholar, like a pair of beautiful people.

"Don't blame the wind fairy. What Huang Jushi said is extremely true. He just broke the void. Without waiting for the three souls to gather and refine into babies, they will be hastily out of the body. It is indeed extremely dangerous."

The third person who opened his mouth was a little old. He was wearing a cloth coat and looked at An Bochen thoughtfully. Suddenly, he stepped forward and a Taoist charm flew out of his sleeve and pasted to An Bochen. In a hurry, how could An Bochen dodge and was pasted by the Taoist charm.

Just when he was in a panic, he suddenly felt that a clear spring flowed out of the Taoist charm, and his missing head also became clear. Under the rush all the way, the scattered past gradually recovered.

Gratefully looking at the old man in cloth, An Bochen held his fist to salute.

"Thank you very much."

Looking at the three people in the pavilion, An Bochen felt a little strange. He went straight from Liujing to here and passed through the wall all the way. Those who had never slept did not see him, and the three people in front of him not only found him thousands of miles away, but also brought him here... Are they the legendary immortals?

"I don't know the names of the three, where is Xianju?"

After thinking about it, An Bochen asked.

As soon as he finished asking, a wind came from the top of the mountain, shaking the surrounding trees and flowers, and the atmosphere in the pavilion suddenly stagnated.

After a long time, the white-clothed scholar opened his mouth.

"Is it that Brother Tai is a hermit practitioner?"

The scholar's voice was cold, which made An Bochen shudder.

The woman in feather clothes saw that the scholar was angry. She stared at him and relieved the siege for An Bochen.

"It seems that my brother must live in seclusion all year round. I don't know that we can't reveal where the body is when we get together with gods and gossip. Once it leaks and is obtained by someone with intentions and destroys the body, it will really become a lonely ghost.

God's Journey?

When An Bochen heard this word twice, he was curious. He looked at the three people in the pavilion carefully and was shocked in an instant.

Although the three people wear crowns, under their clothes and hats, they are like An Bochen, which is also a faint shadow. Although they are all virtual shadows, they are different. An Bochen is shaped like chaos. Except for his hands and feet, which can be seen clearly, the rest of the places are vague, and the three people in the pavilion have gathered in human shapes.

"It seems that the little brother really made a mistake, breaking the gods and stepping on the road."

When the voice fell, An Bochen couldn't help but be shocked.

Break the gods and set foot on the road... Isn't that the legendary god? Could it be that the three people in front of us are all masters who step on the realm of immortals with half feet?

Fortunately, An Bochen's face was vague and difficult to distinguish. Although he was extremely surprised, he was not noticed by the three people in the pavilion.

Just listen to Mr. Kong's continued.

"All mortals have three souls and six souls, which are divided into three souls: heaven, earth and life, and three fields. Before the realm of the divine master, although these three souls were all there, they were all muddle-headed and not connected to their hearts. But once you break the three-foot god on the top of your head, become a god master, and set foot on the road, you can wake up the three souls. The three souls have their own abilities. They can look down on the body and swim in the sky, but they need to combine yin and yang to refine the three souls into babies and integrate them into one, so that they can swim out.

"Why is that?"

Withsturing the shock, An Bochen asked.

After listening to Mr. Kong's words, he already knew that he was not dead, but out of the earth, that is, their divine travel in the air. However, listening to what they said, if you want to travel, you must practice to the realm of the divine master, but it is clear that you have not even broken through the product, and the confused Shenyou has come out of your body.

An Bochen didn't know that he accidentally hit the fetus that day, and the three breaths were stable, which had awakened the soul of the earth. But after all, his cultivation is not enough to collect yin and yang, refine and polymerize. However, because of the existence of the invisible water, yin and yang are in hand, and he has the qualification to refine the soul. Even so, it was only refined in the body, and it still could not get out of the body. It happened that the Duke of Huo left the shrinking charm, causing the soul charm to compete with each other. The soul of the earth was invincible, but he did not stop, and was directly pulled out of the body.

It was a series of mistakes, which made An Bochen's magic travel method.

From ancient times to the present, under the world, I'm afraid that An Bochen is the only one who is so strange and unreasonable.

But even if he can wander out of his mind like a divine master, his cultivation will not be improved by this.