Chapter 183 Long Gate Seduction and Innocence, Riding alone for thousands of miles 4

At night, the tide rolled over the waves and rushed to the reef on the shore.

Whether it is the reef or the sea, it is dark and deep, which makes people panic.

On a reef near the seaside, the teenager sat in thin clothes, and the blood-stained innocently inserted straight behind him, outlining a touch of silver white in the dark picture scroll, slightly dazzling.

"So, Changmen also attacked me in order to attract innocent predecessors?"

"Yes."

"It's so ridiculous. The whereabouts of the innocent predecessors are erratic. The dragon can't see the beginning and no end. Today, he put the dragon ball behind the Moyun Tower and disappeared. How can it be so easy to lead it out?"

facing the dark sea, An Bochen said with a smile. The man standing behind him only heard laughter, but he could not see the bitterness at the corners of An Bochen's mouth.

His eyes fell on the teenager who integrated his body and the boulder, and a strange color flashed in Mr. Yi's eyes.

After experiencing the great disaster, I am still calm and calm. There are few people who have such a mood at a young age. No wonder they will be favored by Simajin... But he may not know that this disaster is just the beginning.

Shaking his head, Mr. Yi looked at the sea with a relaxed face. He stepped on the soft gravel and looked at the sea. While playing with two dragon balls, a satisfied smile appeared on his face.

After a long time, Mr. Yi said, "If you get the Dragon Ball, you won't go back on your word. I think the innocent man will find An Xiaoyou in the future. Three days later, Yi will send the gold first. As for the flying dragon driver, he will wait for the first half of the year."

"An doesn't want gold."

Hearing this, Mr. Yi was stunned and looked at An Bochen's back. His face was slightly strange. For a long time, he seemed to suddenly realize, but he was also a little puzzled.

"Don't want gold, what do you want?"

"The gentleman is so capable that a carriage can send An to the East China Sea outside the country of Liu, which is really amazing. An is now a traitor and can't return to Liu. He is afraid that his parents will be threatened. He wants to ask his husband to use strange tricks so that others can't find that place.

When he got up, An Bochen turned to Mr. Yi and bowed respectfully.

He looked deeply at An Bochen. Mr. Yi twisted his eyebrows into Sichuan characters, just like glass beads. He vaguely guessed something from An Bochen's words, but he felt unbelievable.

The more he looks at An Bochen, the more strange Mr. Yi feels. However, he is indifferent and does not like to explore other people's secrets. If An Bochen doesn't want gold, it doesn't matter if he gives his family peace.

smiled, and Mr. Yi nodded and said, "It's okay."

"Thank you, Mr. Yi."

An Bochen arched his hand.

"So, Yi said goodbye first."

The middle-aged man dressed in cloth smiled and returned the gift.

After putting on his clothes, Mr. Yi stepped out of the beach and took five steps. He stopped again, as if he had something to say.

Turning around, Mr. Yi looked at An Bochen with a smile and suddenly said, "I don't know where An Xiaoyou thinks that the power of us mortals comes from... Is it fate, God's will, or skill?

An Bochen was stunned and meditated. When he raised his head, there was only a shallow footprint on the beach, and the mysterious and carefree Mr. Yi was gone.

"Where does the power come from?"

Turning around, An Bochen stood on the dark reef, looking at the tight line of the sea and sky from afar, muttering to himself.

God's will is unpredictable, the fate is changeable, and the skill is empty.

Mr. Yi seems to have no cultivation, but he can send An Bochen out of the State of Liu in a flick. What kind of power does he have?

Is it just a skill...

Sitting on his knees cross-legged, An Bochen looked at the distant sky in confusion. For the first time in his life, he was so close to the endless East China Sea. Once 70 miles of Liujing is out, the sea is wide and the fish leaps. Even if the road before carrying the traitor is worrying, An Bochen feels unprecedented relaxation. There are no such fetters and troubles. He is really as free as this continuous sea breeze. Every pore in his body is breathing soundly and immersed in the joy of freedom. In the middle.

The tide rose and fell, and the moon gradually sank. An Bochen looked at it quietly. After watching it for a long time, he couldn't help but be a little crazy.

The power in the world is either strong or weak, or Taoist skills, or Taoism, or from Taoist charms. There are also mysterious and mysterious forces like Mr. Yi, and I don't know the so-called power. But where is the root of power, fate, God's will, skill... Or not?

The line between the sea and the sky turned from black to white, and the tide rolled east. A fire red rose at the end of the wave. The morning sun was soaked in the sea overnight and swelled up on the sea. It seemed to be blown by the sea breeze. Looking through the vast smoke waves, it swayed up.

From the end of the East China Sea, the world changes from night to day, from yin to yang, but unlike what An Bochen saw in Moyun Tower, the day and night alternates in an instant, but gradually, the night peels off layer by layer, and the day is born inch by inch.

The endless mysterious ao flies between the sea and the sky, from micro to huge, from refinement to deep.

An Bochen looked at this rare day and night alternation with great interest, as if thinking.

From micro to deep, step by step, everything in the world is the same. Although it is triggered by the time of heaven, it is also the truth of all kinds of roads - the power of mortals is the same. Whether it comes from fate, God's will, or perhaps because of skill, it needs to go through a process. This process can be long or short, long and long, and short is like alternating day and night. No matter where it comes from, these three steps are inevitable - see, understand, and master.

Instead of worrying about where the source of power is, it is better to leave the shackles, look carefully, understand with heart, and strive to master... Although the source of power is unpredictable, they are always where mortals can see.

Facing the sea, An Bochen only felt that his mind had become vast with the magnificent tide. The indescribable lightness and joy rose from his heart and turned into a tide to drown him.

Looking at the sea and sky in the distance, An Bochen secretly read the six-character formula, and the whale swallowed a long breath.

The qi of Taiyin changes from prosperity to decline, and the sun changes from decline to prosperity, but it is rare to coexist between heaven and earth at this moment.

"Boom!"

The Taiyin sun made a sensation and swarmed down, like two entangled long dragons, sweeping to An Bochen.

The sea breeze rushed to his face, setting off the young man's long hair. At this moment of alternating day and night, An Bochen's heart moved and swallowed the two qi of the Taiyin sun, but he was determined to see all kinds of power in the world. The two qi of Taiyin and the sun fell from the sky and did not fall into An Bochen's mouth, but poured into his eyes.

The soul enters and exits the right eye, which attracts the qi of Taiyin, and the qi of the sun naturally penetrates into the left eye.

"Boom!"

There was a buzzing in his mind, and there was a sharp pain in his eyes, like a knife cut. An Bochen opened his eyes wide, but he could no longer see a scene, as if he was blind.

At first, An Bochen was flustered, but with the warm sea breeze blowing, the wind of yin and yang poured up from Dantian, overflowing from every pore around An Bochen's body, facing the sea breeze. Although An Bochen was " blind", he felt that he was melting in the wind.

Gradually, An Bochen's heart was calm, and after a while, the severe pain in his eyes no longer existed, but the body and soul were peeled away. Looking back, An Bochen smiled faintly. I don't know when he had wandered out of his mind. His body sat on the east coast, and his soul swayed among the waves.

exerting the magic power of the soul body, An Bochen looked down on a hundred miles of heaven and earth. At dawn, there were few people. Only a few dozen miles away, fishermen had just anchored and went to sea. It was safe to throw their bodies there.

The soul body shook up. An Bochen looked at the body that was meditating and refining the yin and yang two qi by himself, and looked at the line of the sea and sky separated day and night, and sighed secretly.

Previously, An Bochen could feel the rootless power hidden in the mystery of heaven and earth, but most of them were not in Da Kuang.

Thunder fell in the daytime. An Bochen swallowed a few mouthfuls of thunder casually. The soul body was extremely imperceptible and strong. An Bochen couldn't help but be confused.

The body travels around the world, and the soul travels to the fairyland. The cultivation method of the body has been determined. It is nothing more than practicing the three trends of water, fire and wind in the meridians of the Zhoutian, occasionally swallowing the qi of heaven and earth, and exercising muscles and bones and flesh. But An Bochen, the practice of the soul body, has no clue, just swallowing the thunder? It's too simple.

If the body of practice has a realm division, does the soul body also have a realm? If so, how should its realm be divided? What is the difference between each realm?

An Bochen does not want to be completely out of the world, nor does he want to be bound by the world. For any practitioner, An Bochen's idea is a fantasy. The fairyland. He can only choose one of the two, give up the other, and no one can get both.

However, An Bochen cultivates the soul body in a realm that does not belong to him. He is not free from vulgarity and insatiable. He does not want to give up the fun of the world, but also wants to go forward in the way of monism. Under his imagination, he comes up with the method of human and soul cultivation.

But it's just an idea. An Bochen is at a loss about how to practice.

There is only An Bochen who has been left behind on this road. If he becomes successful, he will establish a school and create a generation of legends. If he fails, he will be irreparable.

Today's An Bochen obviously does not know all the consequences. He travels around the East China Sea and does whatever he wants, but he secretly combines the practice of Taoism.

"Da Kuang does not have the method of practicing the soul body, but it may not be available elsewhere. There are countless boundaries in addition to Da Kuang, and there are also caves and blessed places above Da Kuang..."

An Bochen muttered to himself. At this time, the day and night had not dissipated. His eyes were extremely upward. An Bochen's heart moved. In an instant, he was actually swept up by an unknown wind and swayed up, like a roc, but when he waited in the sky and clouds, he suddenly turned into a white light and penetrated into the void.

In "Da Kuang God Monster Talk", An Bochen has read the story of the man surnamed Zhao. He was empty in the temple, and he was sleepy. He was sucked by the shrine in a daze. His soul body flew into the cave, practiced the golden elixir road first, and then practiced the art of qi. After twists and turns, he returned to Da Kuang and became a fairy... An Bochen didn't have much idea about Jindan Avenue, and he was not very interested in the art of qi refining. All he wanted was the method of soul practice.

As soon as his heart moved, An Bochen was swept away by the nameless wind, and a few voids in an instant.

When he fell to the ground, stood firmly on his feet, and looked up, the fairy clouds were winding, the wind was blowing, the green mountains were far away, the waterfalls were leaking, and the scenery of a fairy family's treasure.