Chapter 64 Night Travel Search Next

Although Simajin said that he could not practice secret arts, An Bochen still wanted to have a try.

Simajin was born in Sima Gate Valve. It is not surprising to know the secret art. However, in Liujing, there are few people who know that the secret art practice method, but one person will definitely know it.

With a faint smile, An Bochen was like a lonely eagle picking feathers in the wind, spreading his unclear arms and leaning over and jumping out.

The sound of wind hunting echoed in his ears, and the shadow of the courtyard house next to him could hardly be seen clearly. A few moments later, An Bochen came to Dongyuan Street.

Suddenly stopped his figure. An Bochen looked at the second mansion in his left hand and floated through the wall.

The Li family is one of the two major families in the capital, with a very high status. Naturally, this mansion is also magnificent and covers a huge area. Through the first three entrances, although there were guards, he regarded An Bochen as nothing. Like a ghost, An Bochen shuttled between rows of houses and soon found Li Lin's place to live. Looking at the teenager with a spleen strap on his chest and a painful face, An Bochen sighed secretly.

The smell of medicine is in the nose, and there is a sad smell in the whole mansion. The teenager in front of him moans from time to time. An Bochen looked at it quietly without any sympathy.

Perhaps because of Li Lin's five thunder skills without ttention, or because of An Bochen's soul wandering, the whole person is much more indifferent. In short, An Bochen only has the purpose of coming here in his heart - to enter Li Lin's dream and find the method of secret practice.

It's different from entering Xiaohou's dream. That time it was just curiosity, but this time, An Bochen is the real way to swim into dreams.

The goddess once said that An Bochen's method is useful and useless. It all depends on how he uses it.

An Bochen wants to get the secret method from Li Lin's hand, so it is naturally difficult to ask. He beat Li Lin into a serious injury, and then ran over and asked others how to practice. I'm afraid that even if the Li family is not angry to death, they will smoke. Fortunately, An Bochen also had the method of wandering into the dream, stealing secrets in the dream, which was exactly what the night wind fairy said. At the first attempt, An Bochen was a little nervous and excited.

His eyes fell on the whirlpool of white gas in the middle of Li Lin's eyebrows, and An Bochen closed his eyes.

In a blink of an eye, the purple shadow in the gray floated into the whirlpool.

......

An Bochen opened his eyes, and as far as his eyes could see, there was a vast sea in front of him.

"It's strange, why is it different from Xiao Hou's dream?"

Mumbling to himself, An Bochen was puzzled.

That night, he entered Xiao Hou's dream. In the eyes of Jin Ge Tie Ma, Xiao Hou was also there, but tonight, An Bochen wandered into a dream and looked around, not seeing half a figure, let alone Li Lin.

"Is it possible that Li Lin hasn't started to dream yet?"

An Bochen said secretly.

Looking around, the tide fluctuates, one wave is higher than another, and there is something faintly flashing after the wave.

Without hesitation, An Bochen rode the wind and waves and skimmed through the tide.

Through the first wave, the scene in front of him is familiar, with black bricks and red soil, and the pavilions stand high. It is the Liujing martial arts arena that fights with Li Lin in the daytime.

But the situation in the field is completely different.

Li Lin killed An Bochen with a bronze mace and successively retreated, firmly taking the upper hand. The people cheered and cheered for Li Lin. When he was young, Li Lin raised his mace and smashed it out suddenly, lifting An Bochen off the saddle...

An Bochen was stunned and suddenly smiled faintly.

There are true or false things in the dream. The dream in front of him is made up by Li Lin. In the same place, what happened is different. I think he must be extremely unwilling.

Thinking for a moment, An Bochen jumped up and crossed a wave to the next dream.

The scene in the dream was no longer a daytime martial arts arena, but it became the first encounter of the temple that night, and Li Lin was defeated.

Looking at himself in the temple and defeating Li Lin with one shot, An Bochen was puzzled.

"Can you have several dreams at the same time when you sleep? Why have I never found... Or, these dreams are generated at different times?"

Through this dream, An Bochen came to the spray again and hesitated not to enter.

He doesn't want to waste time in Li Lin's dreams one after another or one. All he wants is to practice the secret art, not Li Lin's boring past.

"It's terrible, but I forgot something. If Li Lin didn't dream of how to practice the secret arts, how would I find out?"

An Bochen's heart was not good. He wishfully thought that as long as he entered the dream, he could find out Li Lin's secret, but he never thought that the dreamer was Li Lin, and what he dreamed of was beyond An Bochen's control.

"Are you going to walk for nothing today?"

An Bochen stabilized his mood and recalled the situation in Xiaohou's dream that night. He just subconsciously wanted to become a general Wu Jian, but he really did it. Although he only showed a face, it also scared Xiao Hou.

Taking a deep breath, An Bochen stood on the top of the wave with his hands behind his hands, closed his eyes, and said "mystery" and "five thunders" over and over again in his heart.

The sound of wind came from his ears, and the inexplicable huge pressure hit An Bochen. Even if he was the soul of the earth, An Bochen felt pain.

I don't know how long it took, the wind stopped, and An Bochen opened his eyes.

What I can't see is a blue wave. The night is seductive, the moon shadow is swirling, and the lake is foggy. It's beautiful.

"Here is... Wangjun Lake?"

Seeing a series of paintings by the lake, how could An Bochen not recognize them?

While swimming on the lake, An Bochen was wondering. When the light fell to the peninsula, he saw a 15 or 16-year-old child squatting on the island and playing with a paper boat.

"He should be Li Lin."

An Bochen said to himself, with a faint joy in his heart.

Tonight, An Bochen's first harvest is not the secret art, but the method of dreaming. As long as you move your mind and meditate on what you think, you can summon the dreams related to it. If no matter who enters anyone's dream it, then there is no secret for An Bochen.

In a vague way, An Bochen didn't think it would be that simple.

brushing off the messy idea, An Bochen slowly walked to Li Lin's side. The boy only cared about playing with the paper boat and didn't notice An Bochen.

Squatting down, An Bochen looked at the child in front of him carefully. At the age of five, Li Lin was innocent and not at all. He looked at the paper boat bumping in the shallow water with a happy face.

"Red brush and I said that only at the age of three can I practice the secret art by adjusting the meridians and collateral acupuncture points. But at this time, Li Lin is no more than three years old..."

looked at the child close at hand, An Bochen whispered suspiciously.

At this time, the muta suddenly appeared.

The calm Wangjun Lake suddenly folded, the waves rolled, and the original calm and tranquility disappeared.

When An Bochen was surprised, he saw ripples in the middle of the lake. A dark shadow slowly floated up and jumped out of the water. The water splashed. It turned out to be a python about 20 feet tall. The snake is very different from the ordinary snake. It has two heads, the left head is gloomy, the color is black, and the right head is bright, and it is as white as snow.

"Monster!"

Li Lin was playing hard. Suddenly, a strange python came out before he met him. Suddenly, his face was pale and he trembled. He panicked and shouted. His legs were weak. As soon as he ran out of two steps, he staddled and fell to the ground.

Although An Bochen was also a little flustered, he knew that in Li Lin's dream, the python could not see himself.

Unlike the demon called "Big Black" summoned by Sima Jin, the python in front of him has flexible eyes, and his eyes are full of thoughts. Monster? Demons and monsters have only appeared in the play. Is it possible that there are really monsters in the world?

An Bochen whispered to himself, and just then, something that surprised him happened.

"No crying."

The snake actually spit out people's words, and the words are round, and it also has a soft tone unique to Jiangnan.

It was the black snake's head, spitting out the snake letter and hissing.

Li Lin obviously didn't expect that the python could speak. First, he was stunned, and then cried louder and louder.

"If you cry again, it will eat you."

The white snake's head spit out the channel, and the snake's mouth grinned, as if smiling.

Li Lin choked, his face trembled, and covered his little mouth tightly.

"Li's child, do you want to be an immortal?"

Seeing that Li Lin no longer cried, the black snake's head looked a little slower and asked in a deep mood.

Hearing the words, Li Lin snotted and looked blank. After a long time, he nodded in a daze.

"Okay, as you wish. There is a strange art in the world, called secret art. If you can have the power of immortals, I will help you practice today.

The black snake's head opened his mouth, and the next moment, his eyes suddenly opened, and the night wind rolled the panicked Li Lin into the air.

"Do you really want to do this?"

The white snake's head hesitated and asked.

"I have made up my mind."

The black snake's head replied coldly. In a blink of an eye, two purple lights burst out of the snake's eyes and hit Li Lin's lower abdomen.

An Bochen's eyes widened and saw the purple light sink into Li Lin's abdomen. Li Lin fainted with a scream.

"Is the snake demon conditioning the meridians for him?"

An Bochen looked at it attentively and was slightly nervous.

Ziguang swam around Li Lin's lower abdomen, involving the meridians and acupoints. Before long, two apertures emerged, one was near the *** acupoint and the other was located in Xiadantian. However, An Bochen could not see the changes in the Zhoutian in Li Lin's body, and at this time, he could only stare.

"Let's make two rounds first. If he can break through the navel wheel in the future, it will be decided separately."

Black Snake Road.

"With your means, I'm afraid that he has completed the construction of the undersea wheel."

The white snake sneered.

The two snake heads looked at each other and looked ferocious.

"The undersea wheel should be the first round, located at **..."

An Bochen muttered, with great emotion in his heart.

He never thought that the reason why Li Lin practiced the secret art was because he met a snake demon when he was five years old. How strange this opportunity was, but it also made An Bochen see the hope of practicing the secret art the day after tomorrow. However, why did this double-headed snake demon help Li Lin practice? Judging from the previous conversation, it seems to have another purpose.

and so on...

An Bochen was suddenly stunned. Looking around, he looked at the vast smoke of the lake, the fragrant wind on the bank of the river, and the beautiful woman blowing the flute at night.

"This is Liujing... More than ten years ago, Liujing Wangjun Lake was actually a shelter for snake demons! So now, is the snake demon still there?"