Chapter 237 Source of Strength

(First update)

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As Sima Jin said, Mr. Yi is a very interesting person. He likes mountain and sea delicacies, but hates gold and jade dishes, likes beautiful women, and hates rouge powder.

In Xijiang Mansion, the guests were seated, and An Bochen opened his mouth several times and was opened by Mr. Yi with a smile.

Feilong drove and didn't know where he was hidden by Mr. Yi. In the face of Mr. Yi with a smile, An Bochen really couldn't be strong. What's more, this was in his house. With his means, there must be a lot of organs. If An Bochen annoyed him, he would only be unable to eat.

The eyes fell on the plate made of simple Jiangbei, with the fragrant Jiang Xian. Just a glance makes people's fingers move, but An Bochen has no appetite at this time.

After talking for a long time, Mr. Yi finally finished the "heroic deeds" of how he captured Jingwei and took off his wings. He took a sip of wine and was about to talk about how he refined bird wings for the poor Mustang king.

"Sir, stay!"

An Bochen couldn't stand it. He suddenly slapped a few cases, suppressed the impatience in his heart, and forced a smile, "If you don't drive the flying dragon to me, it will be late."

With a sigh, Mr. Yi looked at An Bochen funnyly, tapped the wine gourd with his fingertips, and said leisurely, "But in your current state of mind, even if you drive the flying dragon to you, you may not be able to save her."

looked at An Bochen, who was silent. For a long time, Mr. Yi said, "The brave are fearless, and those who have the will to die can't stop it. But even so, how far can you go in the face of the world's tigers and wolves and the strong in the face of the world? As for you, you want to be a hero and get a reputation for being angry. With death, you let her cry for seventeen or eight years. Finally, you slowly numb and forget your appearance. I only remember that there was a person named An Bochen who died worthless in order to make her cry and make her feel sad to remember. Or do you want to kill her in front of her sedan chair at all costs and by all means, take her away freely, and then you laugh together for 70 or 80 years?

Hearing the words, An Bochen's body shook slightly and his eyes were bright. He stared at Mr. Yi closely and got up and held his fist: "I hope you can teach me!"

"Haha, I have nothing to teach you." Mr. Yi held his chopsticks, pointed to An Bochen, motioned him to sit down, took a sip of wine, and said leisurely, "Do you still remember the question I asked you, where is the root of power? Is it God's will, fate, or skill?"

As if An Bochen thought about it, he heard Mr. Yi continue to say, "On that day, you pointed to the heart and the sky. I roughly understood what you mean. It's nothing more than saying that the power comes from your heart. How big and how high your heart is, how far can you go?"

"Isn't it?" An Bochen looked suspicious.

Dropling down his chopsticks, Mr. Yi smiled and said, "It's only half right... A small half. The source of power lies in God's will, fate, and skill. Although the heart works, no matter how ambitious it is, sometimes it can't beat God's will and fate.

"Isn't that what you mean by saying that everything is in vain? No matter how hard you work and how hard you struggle, you are doomed not to change your fate and God's will?

An Bochen looked at Mr. Yi and shook his head with a smile.

"An Xiaoyou, why do you think monks want to practice Taoism?"

"Change your fate?" An Bochen thought for a moment.

"What kind of fate will be changed?"

"Change... Change the fate of being subject to Yuanshou, and change the fate of being subject to the flesh. An Bochen replied.

Mr. Yi smiled and said, "In the end, monism is change, from mortals to immortals, from beasts to demons, that's all. It's the same as Kunhuapeng and cocoon into butterflies. The place of Kun wants to turn into a roc, just because it wants to fly to the sky, and the place where the insects in the cocoon wants to turn into a flying butterfly is also because it doesn't want to live in a small cocoon anymore. In order to adapt to the change, whether it is God's will, fate or skill, it will be different from before. Naturally, you can get the power you want, such as Pengdie flying in the sky.

Listening to Mr. Yi's mysterious and mysterious words, An Bochen seemed to be ignorant through a thin layer of paper.

Turning the conversation, Mr. Yi looked directly at An Bochen and said with a smile, "In order to gain strength, in order to master the fate, will and skills other than you, will you make such a change again?"

Seeing the fog in An Bochen's eyes gradually dissipated, Mr. Yi smiled and then said, "If you are kind-hearted, make yourself cruel, so that you can avoid the bad luck brought to you because of your kindness. If you are infatuated, you will make yourself ruthless, too forgetful, not ruthless, just let it go for the time being, so that you will not be confused by love. If you worry too much, you will make yourself free and unrestrained. If you think too much about many things, you will only mess up your feet. Why don't you forget it and just look at your heart?

"The best is the best in the good, and the most evil in the evil. Those who cultivate immortals follow the way of heaven, and it is the same for people to live in the world. All avenues are only between change and invariance. Change to the end, as long as you remain unchanged and stick to your heart. There are few people who can understand this mystery. If you can understand it, you can gain strength from it, because at that time, whether it is fate, will or skill, it will crawl under your feet.

After saying that, Mr. Yi picked up the wine gourd, tasted the wine in a good time, and did not care about An Bochen, who was quietly thinking.

What Mr. Yi said sounds unfathomable, but in the final analysis, the word "means".

People who are kind by nature are self-righteous and disdain to use those ruthless means. Therefore, they are trapped by fate and it is difficult to get the power to break free from fate. Loyal and honest people are straightforward, do not know how to be trut, and there are few people who escape bad luck. If there are more means and more changes, it is impossible to conform to God's will and reverse the fate.

An Bochen thought quietly, the water waves rippled in his eyes, and the past came back to his mind one by one.

Admittedly, over the years, An Bochen has changed a lot. He is no longer cowardly, no longer afraid, and no longer feels guilty when killing the enemy, but after all, he can't let go. He lacks three points of tact, and lacks seven points of free and easy. In fact, there is no need to be too cruel, and there is no need to be ruthless. Although what Mr. Yi said is reasonable, it is not completely suitable for An Bochen. What An Bochen wants to change is just a little stickiness in his bones.

Cultivation conforms to heaven and earth, and the world conforms to the current situation. There is a circle in the square, which is both strong and soft. It does not forget the original or stick to a rigid style. In this way, it can change the fate and will of nature. One day, fate will crawl under its own feet.

The water rippled, and An Bochen's eyes gradually softened, and his eyebrows faded a little.

"Thank you for your advice."

He got up and arched his hand, An Bochen said calmly.

"So, you go and get the flying dragon drive. It's not difficult to control the flying dragon, but it consumes some vitality. You can use that Pegasus to pull the car.

Mr. Yi smiled and waved his hand. The wooden armored puppet, who looked like a maid, came out from behind the curtain and led An Bochen to pick up the flying dragon.

As soon as he got to the door, An Bochen suddenly stopped and looked back at Mr. Yi: "Sir, you have a wide range of knowledge, superb means, and have a good relationship with Hong Fu. Why don't you go with An to save her?"

"Hahaha..."

Mr. Yi smiled and pointed to An Bochen for a long time before saying, "Okay, I can teach you. I learned it so soon. Unfortunately, that's your and her business. I can only help here, otherwise..."

Mr. Yi didn't go on, and An Bochen didn't force himself any more. He followed the puppet maid to the back hall.

Withdrawing his eyes, Mr. Yi shook his head and hit his mouth.

"What a terrible thing it will be for a 17-year-old young man to see through fate, God's will and skills and be so mature."

"A wide range of knowledge? I've never had a big deal in my life. I'm just reading too many similar stories.

Dropped the bowls and chopsticks, Mr. Yi stretched out and got up. Shi Shiran walked to the niche seat in front of the hall and dialed the mechanism.

When the niche seat was reversed, a niche cage appeared, with a bronze medal on it, engraved with the word "Tianya", and a thick pile of books was placed in the niche cage.

Take out the top scroll with "Da Kuang" written on it, opened it, skipped the long change of years, and finally arrived at the article "Emperor". Mr. Yi thought for a moment, took the pen, lifted the chapter of Lv Fengqi, and wrote the word "An" on the blank page.

"An Bochen... If you don't die, you may be famous in history books in the future.

Mr. Yi muttered.

Before the "Emperor of the crifly", there were only two names, one surnamed Zhao, the other surnamed Lv, the lord of Da Kuang, and the other a God-given general. Now he wants to write down the third name.

The pen fell into the dust, paused for a long time, and finally did not continue.

"That's all. Let's wait until you survive first."

He closed the scroll and put it back. Mr. Yi looked at the thick history book with an inexplicable look.

He is not a historian. The historian wants to record the changes and trivial things in the world, but he doesn't need it. He just needs to write the stories of one or two people occasionally. Too lazy is a point. In addition, Mr. Yi, who is used to the stories of rise and fall, knows that in this era, the past era, and those that have not yet come, the rise and fall of the world and the fate of the world are often only in the hands of one or two people. Instead of being long, it is better to write down the stories of these people in detail, which is both convenient and interesting.

Therefore, there are very few people who are qualified to be recorded in the history books of the Eastern World. There are at most three or four people in each dynasty, most of whom are in each dynasty. With their own strength, they seize the life of heaven and earth, and drive the fate of life. The successful people are among the immortals and gods. They are proud of heaven and blessed. The losers have been stinking for thousands of years, but they are ghosts and heroes.

"Ten years later, immortals will be in the eastern world. At that time, it may be the most ever-changing era in the history of the eastern world, and how many heroes can Da Kuang kill immortals and kill demons?"

With a secret sigh, Mr. Yi shook his head and pulled the mechanism.

"An Bochen..."

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"An Bochen..."

Thousands of miles away in Beijing, surrounded by white jade and dragon carvings, and some people are chanting the same name on the top of the Wanqing Xiong Palace.

It's just that the emperor is angry, the thunder is fierce, and the sea of blood is dead.

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(After finishing the equipment, get ready to go, ask for Christmas red tickets~)