Chapter 274 Return of the wanderer

It's another long, long dream, no beginning and no end, only vague pictures.

At first, it was a tall city, with a dark night, two young people who cherished each other, and the starlight and wind on the other side. Next is a gorgeous attic with a total of seven floors. The girl came out with a smile with cherry blossoms in her arms, and the teenager went to the pavilion to talk. Old Tang Dynasty Ancient Road, Wangjun Lake, Liu Palace, Wu State, Langfang, Kanto Daughter Country... The familiar places appeared in the picture scroll, and it seemed that it had been splashed with a bucket of water. The ink quickly faded, and it became blurred and difficult to distinguish in a blink of an eye, and gradually flew away.

An Bochen stretched out his hand, but his whole body was stiff and he couldn't move. He could only watch a picture roll into the dark abyss.

The soles of his feet slipped, and An Bochen suddenly fell forward...

"Wake up, wake up!"

"Anwazi finally woke up!"

......

There was a noisy sound in his ear. An Bochen's mouth was dry and his head was swollen. He opened his eyes in a daze, but he saw faces of surprise or joy surrounding him. He hadn't seen those faces for a long time. Except for the two closest, he would not forget them no matter how far away the years were.

"Dad... "Mother?"

An Bochen subconsciously shouted, and his mind was blank.

It's strange, why are my parents here? Where am I again? Is it...

Without waiting for An Bochen to continue to think about it, the happy woman hugged him and burst into tears. The group of village women who watched also "sympathized" and twisted their cuffs to wipe their tears.

What the hell is going on...

An Bochen subconsciously touched the mattress. His hands were empty, and An Bochen's heart suddenly hung up.

"Mom, where's my gun?"

After swallowing his saliva, An Bochen took a lot of effort to help his mother up and asked nervously.

When the voice fell, not only the An family, but also the onlookers were stunned. Look at me, I look at you, and my face is confused.

"What's the stinky boy thinking? What kind of gun do you have?"

A pipe was coldly killed in the oblique thorn, which hit An Bochen's forehead, but An Bochen's father looked up and down at Fan An Bochen, knocked on the pipe, and said in a muffled voice.

There was kind laughter around, but Anshi stared at his man and complained in a low voice, "What are you doing? The baby is still sick!"

At this moment, he heard An Bochen shout again.

"Where is my bead chain? Who took my bead chain?

Inadvertently touched his wrist, which was empty. An Bochen panicked and shouted loudly regardless of the strange eyes of the people around him.

An Bochen said nonsense twice in a row, not only the villagers who came to Anjia to see the fun, but also the An family and his family looked sad and frowned.

"This baby is crazy..."

"Where did he get the bead chain and gun? He must be crazy!"

......

The villagers chattered, and An grabbed An Bochen's hand worriedly, then touched An Bochen's forehead, turned around and asked his man, "Father, do you think the child is confused?"

Father An took a deep sip of dry smoke and frowned at An Bochen. A trace of sadness appeared in his deep eyes: "I'm afraid it's not bad. Damn it, take time to invite Zhang Daxian tomorrow."

"That's a good idea."

An turned her worries into joy, nodded repeatedly, and the three aunts and six women beside her also came forward one after another and came up with some ideas that could not be more bad. Hearing this, An Bochen smiled bitterly, and the bitterness at the corners of his mouth had not yet come out, and An Bochen's expression was stiff again.

When he just woke up, An Bochen didn't pay attention to it. After a little relaxation, he suddenly found that his body was a little different from before.

Where is the vitality... It's strange that I can't feel the meridian acupuncture points.

His face turned pale, and An Bochen's heart beat fast. With the cultivation of heaven, he couldn't look inside and explore the four vitality.

The gasp gradually became heavy. In the shocked eyes of the people in the room, An Bochen pinched the seal and shouted in a low voice, "It's urgent as a law, and the ghost is like the wind!"

He drank it three times in a row and there was no response. An Bochen's heart fell to the bottom inch by inch.

How can it be... This is impossible.

There was a look of disbelief in his eyes. An Bochen took a deep breath, pinched out the King Kong's seal, and shouted, "Come!"

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"Binger!"

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"Fight!"

......

I have read each word three or four times, but there is still no response.

An Bochen's eyes are getting dimer and dim, and his face is like dust. Not only can he not notice his cultivation, but he can't even stimulate his vitality... Is the whole cultivation gone like this? Or... Never.

There was a low whimper in my ear. As far as I could see, my mother was already crying, and An Bochen's heart ached. Looking at the people around him, except for his father, the rest of them either showed sympathy, laughter secretly, or sarcasm. In short, there was everything, but the situation regarded An Bochen as a complete madness.

"Is it really a big dream? So it's all just my dream?"

Looking at the beam of the house in a staking, An Bochen muttered that he did not pinch the spell again. He knew that if he continued to be "crazy" like this, even his parents would become crazy.

Is all this really fake? Never happened?

There seemed to be a boulder in his heart, which was so heavy that it was difficult for An Bochen to accept.

When he was in the south of the gorge and the north of Wei, An Bochen was physically and mentally exhausted. He just wanted to put all this down and become an ordinary mountain man. But when An Bochen really lost everything: the cultivation of the realm of heaven, all kinds of magical powers existing in the legend, the power that overwhelms the world's tigers and wolves... And with her, An Bochen suddenly found that he didn't know how to continue to live.

Owning and losing are always so contradictory, because they can never exist at the same time, so when you have it, you will never know the pain of losing, wishful envy, and it is often too late to regret when you really lose.

"Msister An, that lady is here!"

“...... Is that the young lady?"

"Shh... In a low voice, don't let people see jokes.

As a carriage approached, there was a noise outside the door. The three aunts and six women who were blocked at the door began to whisper again. From time to time, they looked at An Bochen lying on the couch and the An family with envy.

"Ah, she's here."

An Shi in the room was also shocked to hear the hustle and bustle outside. He quickly wiped away his tears, looked at An Bochen in a complicated way, got up and walked out of the door.

As soon as she took two steps, a figure came down from the carriage and walked into the room in a blink of an eye.

"Girl, why are you here again? I haven't finished eating the two fish the day before yesterday..."

Anshi wiped his hands clean and greeted him enthusiastically.

Across his parents, An Bochen saw the long hair as light as cherry blossoms in the dream, and the eyes that always like to stare at him when he was on the Moyun Building... She came back when she was in Liujing.

An Bochen looked at Simajin, who was busy greeting his parents, and his panicked heart was finally taken back. However, the next moment, a strange feeling came from the bottom of An Bochen's heart, which was indescribable, and he only vaguely felt that something was wrong.

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(It's not good to write in the first volume. Now I'm back to the novice village. Let's have more relaxed and happy)