Chapter 107 Like God Helping to Receive Taiyin

The sunset glow fell on the long street, and it was red. Wuhua and Zhang Bushi rode horses and rushed in.

"An benefactor, from now on, the little monk and the one who wears cloth shoes will be neighbors with you."

Jumping off the horse, Wuhua walked to An Bochen and said happily. Zhang Bushi also came up without saying a word.

"The two brothers will also want to..."

An Bochen hesitated.

Zhang Bushi looked at An Bochen with a little pride, and then frowned and nodded, "Exactly, Master Wuhua and I were worried that Guangping would come to make trouble, so we moved here and take care of each other."

"Although the benefactor has not lost his cultivation, since he wants to hide it, he must not reveal his cultivation. There are little monks and people wearing cloth shoes here. I don't dare to be too presumptuous in Guangping.

Monk Wuhua smiled and said lightly.

Hearing the words, An Bochen was a little moved. He was so close to each other for only a few days. He knew that he was hiding something but did not pursue it to the end. After a moment of hesitation, An Bochen said, "My Moyun Building is still empty. It's better for you to move to the building, and you can also save a sum of money."

Zhang Bushi's rare face showed joy. As soon as he wanted to answer, he heard Wuhua's low noise and said, "Amitabha, you don't need to be polite... You still have a female in the building, which is not convenient.

Thinking of the girl who pointed to her nose and scolded the locust, Zhang Bushi looked sad, sighed softly and muttered, "What Wuhua said is very true, Brother An, we won't be in trouble."

How could An Bochen not guess the scruples of the two people? His heart was slightly gloomy, but he did not say that Simajin had left. Although An Bochen is grateful to the two, he still has a lot of things to do, most of which can't be seen. In addition, he doesn't want to involve Wuhua and Zhang Bushi into the situation of Liujing. Even if you are a disciple of a divine master, I'm afraid it's a lot of luck to meet a big demon from the cave.

"In this way, see you tomorrow."

An Bochen nobbed his head and smiled, and turned to Moyun Tower.

When An Bochen walked into the building, Wuhua shook his head and said, "Wearing cloth shoes, this An Shizhu is really deep."

"The deeper you hide, the more you can take us to find the hermit god." Zhang Bu Shidao.

"However, such a person is also worth making friends with."

"It's true."

The two looked at each other and smiled, and then looked strange and turned their heads at the same time.

The situation of Liujing is only in the middle of the game. In two or three months, the murder is triggered. At that time, those who fall into the game may not be able to escape. However, these two foreign teenagers decided that they had to find the clues of the "divine master" from An Bochen, but they didn't know that they were getting closer to this invisible killing.

Just as the two of them wanted to go back to their room, the sound of footsteps came, one heavy, one light, one deep and one shallow. They looked up and walked down a pair of young girls from the stairwell. The teenager was wearing a black coat, while the girl was dressed in a plain white cloak, and her face was as beautiful as a delicate willow, as if a gust of wind could blow her down.

He held his breath and stared at the young man in black thoughtfully. It was not until he walked out of the inn that Wuhua breathed a sigh of relief, and the pores of his whole body suddenly shrank back.

"This Zhuque Street is really a hidden dragon and crouching tiger."

Zhang Bushi's emotion came from his ears, and Wuhua rarely said anything sarcastic.

Zhang Bushi's cultivation is slightly higher than his own. Even he said so. It seems that he did not look away. The cultivation of the young girl has reached the earth, with a deep breath and a faint mystery.

Half a miles of cold rosefinch street, suddenly there are two more local monks. Counting the one who wears cloth shoes and the female tiger of the owner of Anshi's family, there are five people, including himself, and the owner of Anshi is hidden, which is also qualified as a local product. In view of Da Kuang, there are thousands of local monks, but there are more than a thousand people under the age of 30, and how many young geniuses are under the age of 20? In short, it is impossible to exceed 100 people.

Hundreds of thousands of miles of Da Kuang, the thirteen vassal states gathered six people only in Zhuque Street in Liujing, and even Wuhua was a little difficult to restrain themselves.

"The man has gone far away. If you want to fight with him, why don't you go early?"

Zhang Bushi looked at Wuhua with war spirit and said impatiently.

To restrain his fighting spirit, he smiled on his beautiful cheeks: "Amitabha, poor monks never fight in front of the female benefactor."

Hearing the words, Zhang Bushi couldn't help but be angry. He said that if the Huahua monk wanted to fight with him again, he simply ran to Longquanfang to see that he was embarrassed to declare war on himself in front of a group of warrings and swallows.

Looking at the sky, a trace of black haze flashed between Zhang Bushi's eyebrows, and the hidden blood light was fleeting.

"Let's go, strange monk. It's almost night."

......

"It's almost night."

On the top of the cloud, the teenager stood with his hands on his hands and muttered.

Xiao Hou is not here, and Li Xiaoguan doesn't know where to go. Only An Bochen is left in the seven layers of Moyun.

The evening wind fell from the end of dusk, brushed the wind chimes and jingled, gently swayed in my ears, and sank into the depths of the lonely building.

An Bochen's arms are round, his ten fingers are round, and his toes are also round. This is called a three-round pile, which is recorded in Ghost Shadow Skills.

The evening wind flowed between his fingers, and there was a little softness in the cold, like a bead chain on his wrist. Endless loneliness swept to An Bochen. He forced his composure and restrained his mind. The more he was, the more difficult it was to be calm. There were many disturbances coming, one wave after another, chaotic and endless.

With a long sigh of relief, An Bochen shook his head and simply stopped holding on. He let his heart flow and swaying with the evening wind. When he was young, An Bochen couldn't help closing his eyes. Gradually, his whole body seemed to be a flat boat in the sea, drifting with the tide. Wherever he wanted, people would follow him.

This feeling is very wonderful, unrestrained and free. He knows that he is trapped in Liujing, but An Bochen only feels that the world is big and free to travel.

A piece of relaxation is not only the essentials of cultivation, but also the way to practice the world.

Although Moyun Tower with Simajin has a lot of joy and beaution, it also inadvertently tied an invisible rope to An Bochen, leading his footsteps and his every move, and even the style of action has subtly changed. The rope was so tight that An Bochen could not detect it. Once it was released, An Bochen was a little at a loss.

Fortunately, in the past month, An Bochen has sharpened his heart to be soft and strong, determined, and there are all kinds of unfinished things that need to be solved urgently, so he is not paralyzed.

When Simajin left, An Bochen certainly needed to face the situation of Liujing alone, but it was not a relief in a sense for him. From then on, it has been unrestrained. The sea is wide and the fish leaps. Although Liujing is shallow, the undercurrent that has been brewing for a hundred years is unfathomable. An Bochen is a dragon or a snake. Whether he can jump to the sky depends on how he grasps it. There is no shackles and containment of Sima Jin. From Zhang to Chi, his heart flows and it is difficult to think about. Even An Bochen himself does not know what he is thinking, and the future is full of endless possibilities.

In such an artistic conception, the Buddha is called Zen, and the Taoist is said to enter the meditation. They are all excellent meditation methods. They are not distracted in the center of the emptiness, but they are also wandering in the virtual, and the mind is peaceful to the extreme.

Even if there is a trace of concern and a wisp of lovesickness, it will no longer become the fetter of An Bochen at this moment.

The evening wind is fast, blowing away the sunset glow, the day is quietly curtained, the night suddenly falls, and the sky and the earth are blue.

An Bochen stood in three circles, allowing the night wind to blow the clothes and flies, and his long hair fluttered and did not move.

The heart turned around, and it flowed back to my heart little by little. I was like a boat in the sea, but the sea was no longer ups and downs.

Suddenly, An Bochen opened his eyes and looked at the end of the field, looking at the last trace of chaos when the day and night alternated.

The lower abdomen trembled slightly, and a wisp of congenital breath slowly overflowed.

An Bochen stood on the top of the building, but he could not see the top beams and columns of the square fence hall, only the top of the sky, the bottom of the earth under his feet, in the grand sky, Zhou Tian Xiaoyu, like a bridge, open-minded.

The fetus alternates day and night, where is Hongmeng Tianyu?

At this moment, An Bochen's heart was unfettered and calm. Countless mysteries slipped from the top of Tianye and swarmed in, turning into colorful wheel vortexes around An Bochen.

An Bochen turned a blind eye and looked wholeheartedly at the end of Tianye. His eyes closed slightly and only showed a line.

vaguely, it seems to see something, but it is empty, and perhaps there is no distraction in the mind, so it can be seen and invisible.

The innate fire gushed out of the Shenque acupoint, circulated through the lower Dantian, and ran up along the Zhoutian meridians. An Bochen's heart was empty, and he secretly said, "It's as urgent as a law, and it's too yin to return to its position quickly". At the same time, he opened his mouth and swallowed, and made six sounds of blowing, shouting, shouting, ah, booing, and hissing. The six tones sounded, and each sound corresponds to the six.

In a flash, with one heart and three uses, one in one breath, there is no difference.

After the six qi formula, An Bochen only felt that the world was quiet, and suddenly it seemed that something was quietly brewing.

The next moment, the inexplicable shock overflowed from the bottom of his heart, as if the sky and the earth were sinking, and as if the mountains and rivers were smashed. An Bochen's whole body trembled, looking straight at the bright moon high in the sky.

"Boom!"

The dark and cold Xuanqi drooped from the moon, like a long rainbow, across tens of millions of miles of sky, over 100,000 miles of Da Kuang, across 70 miles of Liujing, and fell to the lonely building.

An Bochen opened his mouth without hesitation and held the breath of Taiyin.

The cold air of Tianye surged into the mouth. At the beginning, it was extremely cold, which made An Bochen's face blue, until the innate fire rose up bravely, facing the air of Taiyin, slightly reducing the cold. But after all, An Bochen only has the cultivation of fire, and the fire is extremely weak. Even if it is exhausted, it can't resist the cold of Taiyin. At this moment, the sound of gurgling water came from the bottom of the Mingmen cave. The invisible water gushed out and helped the innate fire to resist the qi of Taiyin together.

Water and fire meet, but they can't get along with each other. They can only be connected head and tail, like two entangled fish, just like the yin and yang fish on the Taiji map. Yin and yang are all things, and can also collect everything. Water cremation yin and yang, circulates up, resists the cold of Taiyin, and drags it into the meridians of the week.

"Ghost Shadow Kung" is very difficult to practice. The three uses of the heart alone made many ancient monks know the difficulties and retreat. However, because An Bochen was trapped in love, his heart was empty and helped by the fetus, so he was successful. The second difficulty is the qi of Taiyin. The few practitioners who have passed the first level do not know the depth. They swallow the qi of Taiyin without scruples like An Bochen, but they do not know that the coldness of Taiyin. If they freeze the meridian acupuncture points, their cultivation will be in vain for a long time. Fortunately, the two trends of water and fire have cooperated many times, and there has been a tacit understanding, combined with yin and yang, calmly resolved.

On the top of the cloud, the teenager stood on the railing, like a lonely eagle, facing the wind.

The qi of Taiyin fell from the end of the distant sky and fell into the mouth of the teenager, hidden under the night.

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(I didn't calm down yesterday, but now I'm calm. The winning heart is a double-edged sword...)