Chapter 128 Ask heaven and earth ask ghosts and gods

...... What is the difference? An Bochen can't say why. In short, he can see many things that are usually invisible. With the ghost in mind, he naturally looked at Longquanfang, and his eyes burned by the sun really saw the bull's head and horse's face.

Then, day and night dispersed, the perception in my heart was no longer, and those ghosts disappeared. An Bochen's eyes were still hot and sore, but they gradually recovered as usual, and the world was the same as usual.

Every time the fetus breathes, he understands the mystery at the alternation of day and night, and An Bochen will get some surprises. Because of this, since Simajin left, An Bochen's most anticipated scene is the alternation of day and night twice a day.

Reading is wise and the way is clear, but it is not as good as yourself. Ask the sky, the earth, and the ghosts and gods.

Looking at the vast world, An Bochen was inexplicably moved in his heart. He subconsciously got up and bowed respectfully to this world.

After a good time, An Bochen suddenly felt that he was too pretentious and smiled awkwardly. He scratched his head and looked at Longquanfang thoughtfully.

"It seems that there are really ghosts in the world. They walk in the night and hide in the day. They can't be seen at ordinary times. Only children with pure heart can see it, and..."

Just now, maybe it was the legendary yin and yang eyes.

He rubbed his eyes. Although An Bochen was curious, he had to give up when he thought of the severe pain when he was just burned by the sun.

"Why do those ghosts go around Longquanfang... Is it related to the dragon girl? Is the Dragon Girl still there?

Thinking for a moment, An Bochen was secretly sure that there were so many coincidences in the world. Why did the bull-headed horse face appear in the Longquan well where the Dragon Girl Palace was hidden for no reason?

No longer hesitating, An Bochen said a word in his mouth: "It's as urgent as a law, and the ghost is gone without a trace!"

In a blink of an eye, his body was shrouded in fire. The next moment, it turned into nothingness, but it turned into a traceless flame and burst out of the Moyun Tower.

The rooster announces the news, but except for the hawkers who are greedy for their families, who will get up so early? An Bochen came to Longquanfang, which was full of the smell of powder and wine. Looking around, it was empty and there was no trace. Unexpectedly, An Bochen came to the Longquan well and was suddenly stunned, but suddenly remembered that he and Simajin entered Longquan that day because they didn't know what mechanism or formation touched when the moon was hanging high at midnight.

However, since there is no trace of the ghost, I can also go in.

No longer hesitating, An Bochen floated up the well rail and drilled in.

Although the fire is not as free as water, it is more flexible, jumping like a flame, as light as cotton wool. An Bochen incarnated an invisible fire and floated down. About two columns of incense did he reach the bottom of the well. It is roughly estimated that this Longquan well is more than a hundred feet. If ordinary people fall down, they will lose their lives on the spot.

As usual as last time, the moisture in the well is extremely heavy. Perhaps because An Bochen incarnates an invisible fire, although it is invisible, he can see the things around him clearly.

For no reason, An Bochen remembered the scene when he was at the bottom of the well with Simajin, and the corners of his mouth were smiling and slightly bitter. But in a blink of an eye, An Bochen was stunned and saw a corpse lying not far away. White clothes and white shoes, no head, extremely pale skin, and a paper fan in his hand. He lay in the wet well for an unknown time, but his body had not decayed and emitted a jade-like light, which was very strange.

"Is it possible that the bull-headed horse came here for him? What the hell is going on?"

An Bochen muttered. The next moment, he saw the Taoist charm attached to the chest of the headless corpse. His heart moved, and An Bochen picked up the Taoist charm.

The beautiful little words on the back of the Taoist charm were not in sight. An Bochen's arms couldn't help trembling, and his nose couldn't help but feel a little sore.

After getting along with each other for more than a month, how can An Bochen not recognize her unique style of handwriting? However, these words are red in color. Obviously, they are not written in ink, but... With a tight heart, An Bochen took a deep breath and whispered, "People from Sima's family have to go home. Relax, don't miss it."

"It turned out that she didn't leave without saying goodbye, but what happened to the paper pigeon biography... Yes, the minor official said that he and Xiao Hou received the letter in the evening, but at that time, Hong Fu and I were still in Xuande Cave.

An Bochen was chagrined. There was an obvious flaw in his heart, but he couldn't notice it for a long time. He thought that Sima Jin did not keep his promise and hurried away after getting the secrets of the fairy family. If he hadn't accidentally returned to Longquan today, he would never have known.

"The paper crane must have been left by the Sima family... She will be fine, right?

Clenched his fists, An Bochen was at the bottom of the well, but his heart had flown to the State of Wu thousands of miles away. He just wanted to rush there now.

But there is a sharp sword hanging above his head. If it hadn't been for the shrinking charm of his forehead, An Bochen would not care about the chaos of the State of Liu and the dispute between the two demons. He went to Simajin without saying anything. But now, he can only stay in Liujing, thinking about Simajin thousands of miles away, but he can only fantasize.

At this moment, An Bochen has only one idea, that is, to practice, cultivate to the green fire, break through the land, and walk out of Liujing to the State of Wu.

For more than a month, An Bochen has never been so firm. He yearns for the legendary fairy gods and the road of cultivation full of miracles and mysteries, but he just yearns for it. He has the right to have a beautiful longing.

Unlike Simajin, there is no driving whip behind him, and there is no haunting ** in front of him. Although he wants to seize the fate, he thinks that fate has been reversed in the bottom of his heart. Therefore, it is more about let nature take its course, take it easy, and practice the gun lane hard. It is just forced to be desperate. If it goes on like this, An Bochen has a talent for adventure. If he does not cherish it and destroys the heavenly things, he will eventually be in the public, and it will be difficult to make a difference in the future.

At present, An Bochen has to work hard.

Not only for Simajin, but also for the fate that has not been grasped after all.

If it hadn't been for today's coincidence, he would never have known that Sima Jin was taken away by the Sima family. From then on, the two would have missed it and it would be difficult to see each other again. In the final analysis, it's still because of creation.

Turned back to its original shape, An Bochen sat at the bottom of the well, gently rubbed the bead chain, and his mood was inexplicable.

There is both worry, guilt and a trace of loss.

Breaking free from the situation of the two snakes, mastered the origin of Zuo Li, saw the true face of Liu Jun, and secretly established the identity of "an innocent resident". An Bochen only felt that everything was under control. Although the snake demon was fierce and Liu Jun was not hidden, it was not difficult for him. It was not until today that An Bochen realized that the original idea was really ridiculous. He just saw it more clearly than others. The rest has not changed much, otherwise how could he inadvertently lose Sima Jin?

An Bochen took a deep breath and looked at the headless corpse beside him, with bitterness in the corners of his mouth.

He was like a fish in the water. At this time, he found how small he was. At least he couldn't let people lose his head and pass the book to him like Simajin. It is because of his weakness that he falls into the situation again and again, facing people or things that he didn't want to face.

Consciously, in addition to Zuo Li, there is another opponent in An Bochen's heart - Da Kuang, another valve that is not weaker than the Zhao family, the Sima family.

An Bochen clearly knows that Simajin does not want to go back. If she goes back, the only fate waiting for her is to marry the royal family.

But he can't even deal with Zuo Xiang and Mr. Li, let alone the Sima family, who has countless legends and unfathomable strength. Therefore, he has only one way, that is, to work hard to make himself stronger, seize fate, and no longer let the creation play with him casually.

Sitting at the bottom of the wet well, An Bochen was thinking about his mind and didn't know that his mentality was changing subtly.

This sitting was a long time, and I don't know how long it took. An Bochen gently scratched his head, and only felt that he had forgotten a very important thing.

"Oh no, I forgot to go to the White Fox Academy."

Standing up, An Bochen put the Taoist charm in his arms, looked at the headless corpse on the ground, squeezed his mouth, opened his mouth and spit out a spell, and floated up as an invisible fire.

It doesn't help to just think about it here. What you can do now is to seize the time to practice and get out of Liujing as soon as possible, so that you can see her again.

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In the White Fox Academy, in the first-class school building on the fourth floor, the students recited the National Ritual with sad faces, secretly stared at the old man with blue face and eyebrows jumping twice from time to time. They smiled bitterly in their hearts and secretly said that An Bochen was really a different person, which could make the highly regarded Yan Fuzi's face turn pale in the weather. I'm afraid that Liujing is also He is the only one. Since he entered the school, An Bochen has not taken a class. The students of Baihu College feel extremely ridiculous, but he seems to have been lucky. Liu Jun doesn't care about it. Yan Fuzi can't control it. Even Mr. Li, who wanted to frame him, lifted a stone and hit him in the foot and confusedly went to prison.

When the students were sighing, they saw a figure flashing at the door. The fastest reaction was naturally Yan Fuzi. He suddenly got up and just wanted to attack, but as far as he could see, he saw that the person was a palace guard. He frowned. Just as Master Yan was about to speak, the bodyguard stepped forward quickly and said something to his ear.

After a blink of an eye, Master Yan's face changed greatly. He looked at the guard in disbelief. Gradually, a trace of solemnity appeared between his eyebrows.

"That's all for today. You can go home and review your lessons."

After saying that, Yan Fuzi hurried out with the bodyguard, leaving a group of stunned students.

Among the people, only Ma Wen's face was as usual. Wuhua and Zhang Bushi looked at each other and looked thoughtful.

"What's the situation in Beijing?"

In a hurry between the trees and paths, Master Yan looked anxious and asked.

"Li Jiafu's 2,000 soldiers rushed to Zhuque Street and sacrificed two big defeats of Jin Wuwei. At present, it is estimated that Moyun Tower has been surrounded."

Hearing this, Mr. Yan's expression changed slightly and said, "Do you have an order?"

The bodyguard hesitated for a moment and said, "You are in a hurry to calm down the chaos."

"So fast, how can it be..."

Mr. Yan suddenly stopped and looked suspicious. Suddenly, he grabbed the bodyguard and shouted harshly, "Who sent you here?"

The bodyguard saw the exposure and bullied Li Fuzi's old age. He was about to push him away when he saw the old man coldly pull up the c logs and look at his head.

The bodyguard fell to the ground.