Chapter 156 The Secret of Master Yan

After taking off his wet blue shirt, An Bochen changed into a dark wide robe, lit incense, and opened the package.

Sima Fang said three secrets in a row, one of which was dispensable for Zhang Bushi and Wuhua, but An Bochen was slightly surprised. It turned out that the "ancestor" that Sima Jin often mentioned was also a divine master, and she was the only woman among the divine masters. An Bochen could not guess her identity. It was the wind fairy that taught him how to "make bad" in his dream when An Bochen first time.

With these handles in hand, I think Sima Fang will abide by his promise. Even if he doesn't hand over the opportunity he has mastered, it will be difficult to have evil intentions.

He may not be reconciled, but there is nothing he can do.

His hands were folded, and his hamstrings were also broken by An Bochen. He had no hands and no feet. Even if he could climb back to Sima's house, he could come down thousands of miles. I'm afraid that his hands and legs would be useless. Even if he could be healed in the future, it would be difficult to lift heavy things.

The green smoke wrapped around, brushed the young man's stretched eyebrows, cleaned up his anger, and turned back to the indifferent little servant.

Tonight's complete defeat of Sima Fang, the changes that happened to An Bochen could no longer be covered up. He was able to see Zhang Bushi and Wuhua, but he himself did not notice it.

Sima Fang's legs and feet were broken. From then on, Sima Fang was a useless person. An Bochen didn't dare to think about such a cruel thing in the past, but now he didn't blink his eyes. He made a decision immediately and made a decisive decision. He only felt reasonable.

Naturally, there is Simajin's reason, but most of it is due to this endless way of practice like green smoke.

Experience in the world is like a drop floating in the furnace. Over time, through the wind and mulberry, you can see through a lot, and it will naturally change. Nowadays, although An Bochen has stopped 70 miles away from Liujing, there are many killings in Liujing, with endless adventures, all kinds of people, and all kinds of circumstances. With An Bochen stepping on Liujing a month and a half ago, he swarmed in. If the world is a big melting pot, the 70-li Liujing is like a small melting pot, grinding the original simple and stupid An Bochen. With the obsession of practice as a sharp weapon, it floats in the small furnace 70 miles away. In just a month and a half, An Bochen has been reborn, and the hesitation and weakness in his heart have been burned empty. Under his indifferent eyebrows, hidden It's a heart that gradually becomes hard.

"I don't know if Hongfu will be surprised to see Sima Fang."

Blowing away the blue eyes that covered his eyes, An Bochen smiled and muttered to himself.

He didn't know that Simajin was the only one who was shocked. The whole Sima door valve was shaken by his two shots. Sima Fang was so hard that he could not say that it was done by An Bochen. Sima door valve only knew about this matter Simajin and Liu Laoxiu, who was shocked.

Taking a deep breath, An Bochen restrained his heart, took out the shrine in the package, and looked at it in the palm of his hand.

This Longjun shrine is only the size of a palm. Although the sparrow is small and has all the internal organs, the dragon king in the niche is lifelike, very much like the one in Xuande Dongtian. An Bochen knew that it must have been created by Sima Jin.

After playing for two times, An Bochen stuffed the shrine into his arms, and the afterglow fell on the package. There was also a letter sealed with cowhide.

Picking up the letter and opening it, the familiar regular characters fell into sight, and An Bochen's heart warmed up.

There is not much politeness in the letter, and there is no need for arous gift between the two. There is only one thing written in the letter, about Mr. Yan's life.

"Is it possible that Master Yan is also a tall person who does not show his appearance?"

Thinking of the situation when the old man grabbed the cgi and "chasing" himself, An Bochen only felt funny and touched the letter, which was full of four or five pages. An Bochen was curious.

If there is nothing important, Simajin will never pay so much attention to it. Anyway, she can't sleep tonight. The situation in Liujing is dead again. Just take a look at Mr. Yan's great achievements when he was young.

An Bochen said in his heart, filled the tea cup, sat cross-legged on the couch, and whispered, "Mr. Yan has no fame and no cultivation, but he is a great blessing. When he was young, his family was poor, and his biological father died early. There were only three fruit trees in the family. From the age of ten, Yan Fuzi picked fruit and sold them in the market to support his mother. At the age of thirteen, he was drunk and secretly picked the fruit. Master Yan was furious and argued with him. He was dragged to see the officials. The county officials each hit 30 boards and wanted to calm down. Unexpectedly, he turned back to his home, but his mother hanged himself. Yan Fuzi suspected that it was caused by skin splashing revenge. He suffered from complaint and had no way to sue, so he sold the house and fruit tree to bury his mother. Unexpectedly, there were ten taels of gold hidden under the fruit tree. After getting the gold, Yan Fuzi went to the neighboring county to study. He wanted to be a good official in the future to benefit the people. On the way, he saw a woman inserting and selling his son to treat her husband. Yan Fuzi couldn't bear it, so he helped him with ten taels of gold. The passers-by laughed at their stupidity, but it was the mother and son who cheated for a living and cheated the outsiders. When Yan Fuzi frowned, an extraordinary middle-aged man suddenly appeared. Yan Fuzi was simple and virtuous. He was a piece of jade. He asked him to go with him. When he arrived at a big mansion, Master Yan knew that the middle-aged man was actually a government official. Because he cherished Master Yan's character, he wanted to study in the government..."

After reading half a page, An Bochen shook his head with a wry smile. His heart was full of misfortune and blessings. Sure enough, it was this reason. Mr. Yan was also good luck, and he always saved danger at a critical moment.

Thinking like this in his heart, An Bochen continued to read.

"For three years of government study, Yan Fuzi tried to win the first place the next year, and everyone said that his future was boundless. Unexpectedly, the government official who provided him suddenly suffered an accident and was involved in the court dispute. He was ordered to copy his family and be exiled to Mobei. After hearing this, Mr. Yan immediately abandoned his studies and accompanied the official all the way to take care of his family. Everyone in the world was strict and had great virtue. Ten years later, the government official's family couldn't stand the bad weather in Mobei and died one after another, and only he survived. The grass burial family, Yan Fuzi had no choice but to go back to the house. It took him two years to walk slowly back to Beijing from Mobei. That year, Yan Fuzi was 28 years old, and in that year, Emperor Kuang followed the example of the virtuous virtues of the previous dynasty. As soon as Yan Fuzi returned to Beijing, he was chosen by a confused man. He was almost kidnapped into the palace to see Emperor Kuang. The rest of the "virtuous" were afraid of the dragon's face and were respectful, but he suddenly jumped up and asked Emperor Kuang why he harmed Zhongliang on the spot. The ministers were stunned, and the "virtuous" were frightened, and the official who recommended Yan Fuzi fainted on the spot. The late emperor had a good temper. In the face of the Yan Master who jumped up and down, he just smiled faintly, and then asked him how to judge whether the officials were good or bad. If a corrupt official ruled the people, it was good or bad. If a clean official treated the chaos, he was a good official or a bad official. Yan Fuzi was speechless on the spot and didn't match. He was familiar with the National Rites, but after all, he had never experienced the eunuch scene, so he naturally didn't know how to evaluate it. Emperor Kuang turned his smile into anger and scolded Yan Fuzi as a corrupt Confucian. He ordered him to go to death row and never hire him. Just when everyone thought that Emperor Kuang was going to kill Master Yan, unexpectedly, Emperor Kuang seemed to have forgotten about it and kept silent. Yan Fuzi stayed on death row for three years. Three years later, he was released and sent to the emperor. Emperor Kuang asked Master Yan if he had figured it out. Mr. Yan shook his head honestly. Emperor Kuang was so angry that he picked up the ink platform and smashed it on the spot. He scolded the corrupt Confucian and incompetent. The palace people around him were scared and couldn't kneel down one after another. Only Master Yan held his head high and said nothing. Emperor Kuang turned his anger into a smile and pointed to Mr. Yan for a long time. It took him a long time to be ordered to drive him out of the palace. The front foot just came out of the palace, and the back foot had an internal servant's decree. Although the Taoist eight liang did not eat in ancient times, he had a righteous spirit. Although he did not give him an official, he made him the first teacher in the world, preached education on behalf of the king, and spread the national etiquette... In this way, Master Yan got into the carriage confusedly, held the emperor's festival, and traveled around the thirteen princes to preach education.

Sima Jin's pen is witty and writes in letters, but it seems to tell a story with An Bochen face to face. Thinking that when Yan Fuzi was young, everything was turned into a blessing by mistake, An Bochen couldn't help but be relieved.

After reading most of the letter, An Bochen stretched out and looked at the drowsy night, feeling a little sleepy. He wanted to blow out the candlelight and take a nap for a while, but he was reluctant to give up Simajin's handwritten biography and rubbed his face. An Bochen continued to look down. Yan, who was over thirty years old, not only traveled around the countries, but also went to the southern wilderness to fight with the army. At this time, An Bochen's eyes fell to the period circled by Simajin, and was suddenly stunned.

"Yan Fuzi fought with the army in the southern wilderness and lectured in the rear army. Unexpectedly, the enemy raided and scattered the rear army, and Yan Fuzi disappeared... The sergeant's search was fruitless. He was about to give up when he saw a double-headed snake coming out of the river and carried Yanfuzi to the shore. The sergeant all said that Yanfuzi felt the southern demons and became more respectful..."

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Under the candlelight, An Bochen's face was full of surprise. He sighed for a long time and leaned on the back of the couch with an inexplicable look.

"The pious woman has something to do with Li Zuo, and Master Yan also has to be rescued from Zuo... Is it possible that Yan Fuzi is also an ally of the second demon? Impossible..."

After reading the letter, An Bochen was confused, and he only felt that his ideas that were gradually clear were entangled together.

Looking up, An Bochen looked at the sky. It was still early before the day, and there was still a day and a half left before the fifth day of the twelfth lunar month... No longer hesitating, An Bochen sat cross-legged, held his breath, his eyes closed slightly, and a dark light came out of his right eye.

Out of Moyun Tower, holding Tianlei in one bite, An Bochen did not stop and went straight to Longquanfang. When he arrived at the White Fox Academy, An Bochen turned around the rockery stream and soon entered a bamboo house. In the bamboo house, Yan Fuzi lay on his back and forked, snoring, and there was no sleeping salute with his ears in the National Ritual.

An Bochen shook his head with a wry smile, looked at the whirlpool between Yan's eyes, and fluttered into it.

......

Dreaming of Master Yan and looking around, An Bochen only felt that the tip of his nose was sore.

The fruit trees all over the mountains spread out from the soles of An Bochen's feet, layer by layer, and spread straight into the distance.

Even if he is 100 years old now, Yan Fuzi still does not forget the fruit tree at home. Thinking of the fruit tree, he can think of his mother who pulled him up. Yan Fuzi is really a filial person.

And how long has it been since I went home...

The tip of his nose was sore, and Lin Feng came to his face. An Bochen calmed down and walked forward.