Chapter 137 Dreaming and Exploring the Secrets in the First Year of Kaiping

This secret art is really terrible. It comes from the cultivation of literature, martial arts and fire. It originates from Taoism, but it has another way. It is far ahead of the practitioners of Da Kuang.

However, it is somewhat similar to the practice of ghost shadow skills. One is to eat six qi and drink, wash the sun and contain the morning glow. The other is to absorb the elements of heaven and earth, gold, wood, water, fire and earth...

An Bochen has a general understanding of the secret art, but there are still many doubts.

Raising his head, An Bochen asked the first Wang Feng, "The nine-character truth is mysterious, but there is no other truth in the world?"

The first Wang Feng didn't say anything, but Yue Qingqing, who was beside him, smiled and said, "Maybe there is, but it's all a side door left, just a little skill of carving insects. The nine-character truth has included all the forces in the world. With the five elements of heaven and earth, they are used in the secret method, all kinds of everything, and all kinds of mysteries are in it.

Hearing this, An Bochen's face was as usual, but he didn't think so.

He understands the mystery of heaven and earth not once or twice with the method of fetal breath. Every time the fetal breath is fixed, the endless mystery of heaven and earth will always make him dizzy. An Bochen didn't believe that only this nine-character included all the mysteries in the world. In addition, "Ghost Shadow Kung" also contains a six-character qi formula. Although it is a method of swallowing, An Bochen only feels that the six-character qi formula and the nine-character truth are similar. It has been passed down from ancient times and has a longer history than the nine-character truth.

As if aware of An Bochen's intention, Yue Qingqing smiled and said, "Do you know the origin of the nine-character secret?"

An Bochen nodded: "From the fairyland."

"Maybe you think this is a legend." Yue Qingqing looked at the night sky, and her beautiful eyebrows spread to both sides, as if she was thinking about something. After a long time, she said, "And everyone in Taoyuan knows that it is not a legend, but what really happened to the founder of Taoyuan. According to the genealogy, that year, he opened through seven rounds and achieved an immortal body. However, he felt that the spell used in the secret spell was too irritable, so he prayed to heaven and earth and walked barefoot in the wilderness. In ten years, he traveled all over the world. Although he could not achieve anything, he moved God... Do you know what happened later?

With a sudden smile, Yue Qingqing turned her head and asked An Bochen.

An Bochen's heart beat fast, and he vaguely guessed something, but he couldn't believe it.

"Later, the Emperor of Heaven issued a rune order to summon me, the ancestor of Taoyuan, and allowed him to understand the road in the heavenly court. The ancestors walked through the sky, swam the Tianhe River, and finally found the Huabiao that recorded the nine-character truth. Take the nine words and return it to my Taoyuan children. From then on, this nine-character truth has become a secret spell commonly used in Taoyuan and even Da Kuang.

Yue Qingqing said, An Bochen looked in a trance and looked at the distant sky in a trance.

It turns out that there is really a fairyland, a heavenly court, and a heavenly emperor... But in the legend, are all the immortals dead... By the way, Longjun also said that if the court declines today, no one will take charge... What the hell is going on?

After a long time, An Bochen took a deep breath, calmed down the shock of his heart, and asked curiously, "What happened to your ancestor later?"

"I'm missing."

The first Wang Feng interface.

I'm nowhere to be found... Where did you go again? After practicing seven rounds of secret art, he is already a fairy-like figure. Could it be that he went to heaven to be an immortal? Since Taoyuan inherits the nine-character truth and the secret art is unparalleled, why hasn't he been born for so many years...

More and more doubts hovered in An Bochen's mind. In a blink of an eye, he was pressed by An Bochen. This is not the time to think about this.

After meditating for a moment, An Bochen asked the first Wang Feng: "Since the secret art is divided into gold, wood, water, fire, earth and wind and thunder, what is your dreaming skill?"

The first Wang Feng obviously didn't expect that An Bochen would suddenly mention this. He accidentally looked at An Bochen and muttered, "It doesn't matter to tell you. My dreaming skill comes from a side martial art, which is called Huang Sorghum Dream. Although it is also a secret art, it does not enter the five elements, does not enter the wind and thunder, which is regarded as a side door.

An Bochen nodded and asked, "Are there many mysteries like this?"

With a gloomy face, the first Wang Feng stared at An Bochen and shook his head stiffly and said, "Not much, only a handful of them. They are all strange tricks."

"That..."

Before An Bochen could speak again, he was interrupted by the first Wang Feng.

"Well, it's almost dawn. That's all for tonight. I'll come back tomorrow night to pass on your secret skills.

The first Wang Feng said angrily that he was not happy.

Let him teach An Bochen's secret skills, which was difficult for strong people, and he had no choice but to do it. Unexpectedly, An Bochen was so embarrassed to ask questions. It was endless. Naturally, the first Wang Feng could not stand it.

He and Yue Qingqing walked to the top of the stairs. The first Wang Feng paused slightly, looked back at An Bochen, frowned and said, "I don't know when the innocent resident will take that secret?"

After thinking about it, An Bochen said, "I should be able to get it tomorrow night."

"Well, let's talk about it tomorrow night."

No more look at An Bochen, the first Wang Feng hurried down the stairs with Yue Qingqing, and soon returned to the Yiyun Inn.

After cleaning up the tea cup, An Bochen filled himself with another cup, so that he sat in front of the window and looked up at the sky.

Although Liujing is dangerous and like stagning water, every step, An Bochen will have a harvest. In the past, Xuande Dongtian, today's secret, but this is only 70 miles of Liujing. The road to practice is long, the sky is big, and the sky is vast. I don't know how many anecdotes and secrets are waiting for me to explore.

Putting down the tea cup, An Bochen pounded his forehead, sat cross-legged, held his breath and his eyes closed slightly. When I was young, there seemed to be something spinning in my right eye. It was foggy, and the white light came out and floated into the ground, turning into a vague figure.

The god wandered out of his body, and his body was like dead wood, motionless. He looked at his body inexplicably. An Bochen sighed a little and swam out.

As soon as he came out of the Moyun Tower, the dark clouds surged from the west, and the purple thunder with thick arms broke through the cloud hole and fell.

An Bochen was not afraid. He raised his head and opened his mouth, and swallowed the thunder and lightning into his stomach.

This thunder and lightning is much thicker than the previous times. An Bochen also found that he had not been out of his mind for a few days, and the soul of the earth seemed to be a little stronger than before. This feeling is mysterious and mysterious, but it is extremely clear. It happens imperceptibly, which makes An Bochen's heart full of indescribable joy.

The world is like a sea of suffering, and people are like a boat in the sea. This soul is like a person in a boat. The more powerful the soul is, the more stable it will naturally be if you run a lonely boat in the stormy waves.

"It seems that the earth soul cultivates by itself and slowly becomes strong. It only needs to swallow the thunder... It also saves me from worrying about it."

Nine-day purple thunder fell down, An Bochen was refreshed. He only felt that the thunder liquid slowly flowed through the soul of the earth, refining the soul body, and flashed a trace of electric light from time to time, like a snake winding, and disappeared in a short time.

An Bochen's wandering out of his mind tonight was not to cultivate the soul of the earth. He looked at the sky helplessly, resisted the impulse to swallow the purple thunder, and disappeared at the end of the long street.

Not long after he left, two more figures appeared on the street of the rosefinch, one black and the other gray, looking at each other across the long street. One's face was condensed and the other's mouth was smiling.

"You're late."

"You are not either."

"It seems that this innocent resident is really haunted. Mr. Left, aren't you in a hurry?"

"As long as he doesn't make trouble, what am I afraid of?"

"The left-handed man is in a high position, so he is naturally not afraid. Well, see you in a month."

When the words fell, the two figures disappeared at the same time. Under the moonlight, it was empty, leaving only the candlelit gray tall building.

Fortunately, Simajin laid a demon talisman in the building. Otherwise, there would be no reason not to enter the building. The innocent layman was under their eyelids, but they could not see it. They only regarded as a hermit master was born, worried about the overall situation and made an appointment to stop the war.

Naturally, An Bochen did not know that if he took a step at night, he would bump into the big snake in Beijing. At this moment, he had come to the water villa by Wangjun Lake.

Princess Lizhu has no fixed place. Sometimes she lives in the palace, sometimes she stays in the princess's mansion, and sometimes she rests by Wangjun Lake. Although she has never experienced displacement, she has been wandering in her life. Up to now, her heart is unpredictable. Maybe even the two people can't understand and guess.

It is inevitable that there is a little complexity in the heart of Lizhu Public Security Bochen. He not only sympathizes with her experience, but also fears her indifference and scheme. However, because of the same boat that night, An Bochen can no longer have a sense of evil. What's more, seven days ago, he killed the owner of the Li family and faced the Li family's iron horse. If it hadn't been for the rescue by several people, An Bochen would have been trampled into mud. Among those passers-by, there was a female general, Wang Xiner. You don't have to think about An Bochen to know that Wang Xiner must have been ordered by Lizhu, and Li Xiaoguan also said that it was Lizhu who sent him back to Moyun Tower, and he also came forward to help An Bochen lie.

No matter what the purpose is, the glass beads can be said to be very good for An Bochen.

Thinking of snudging his warm jade-like fragrance before he fell into a coma, An Bochen's face turned slightly red and his mood became more and more complicated.

He went up the stairs, and soon An Bochen came to Princess Lizhu's bed.

Without the veil covering the face in the daytime and the cold white skirt, the slender body is concave and convex under the quilt, and the face of the sinking fish and falling geese is more and more activating at the moment of sleep.

That year's Lizhu was a famous beauty in the world. The royal and nobles who pursued her could line up from the gate to the front of the palace. When she resolutely met her brother on her behalf, the world was shocked. In the drama of the library, she was described as a beautiful woman like a fairy.

But it's just a dream of death. Seven years of smoke and clouds, flowers bloom and fall. The girl sitting by Wangjun Lake is completely different from seven years ago. The beauty is not reduced, especially more prosperous, but it is no longer the lovely and touching Princess Lizhu in the blooming season.

Seven years ago, after opening the kit, what happened?

Looking at the beautiful woman who frowned slightly in her sleep, An Bochen had no reason for a trace of pity. He hesitated for a moment and got into the whirlpool in the middle of his eyebrows.

The palaces are one after another, covered with darkness like dark clouds, which is suffocating...

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(About the update... It hasn't broken out, so I haven't been embarrassed to ask for votes, so I thank you for voting every day. I have to go out at the end of the month. My brother's lifelong event is estimated to be busy for a week. I have been desperately saving manuscripts these days, and it is difficult to explode. I may have to travel in December. I don't know how many days I will stay... But try to break out a few times when you come back at the end of this month... My cousin is about to get married, and I have to continue to celebrate Singles' Day year after year. I always feel that there is a faint pain =. =)