Chapter 282 Longmen Inn

A month ago, Simajin and An Bochen died in Guannan. You don't have to think about it. This matter must have been widely spread and known all over the world. There is only one possibility for the handle named Wang Meng to say the name of An Bochen. He is a confidant of Hong Fu, and such secrets have not been hidden.

Since he didn't hide it, he asked knowingly, and most of the people who asked knowingly were not good... If Hong Fu, a confidant, is not quite a man of himself, he is provocative.

With a smile, An Bochen ignored it. He sat in the soft and comfortable carriage and looked at the fleeting scenery outside the window, and a trace of fragrance came from his nose.

"Xiao Anzi..."

Side by side, with his legs leaning against his legs, Simajin looked at An Bochen and was about to say something, but his eyes suddenly stagnated, but his fingertips moved to An Bochen's wrist and suddenly stopped.

"Your internal interest..."

His face changed. Simajin looked up at An Bochen in surprise and stopped talking.

When the cultivation reaches the realm of Tianpin, it can not only produce white fire and greatly increase vitality, but also improve the flesh and bones under the imperceptibility of skin and bones. It is not invulnerable, but ordinary people can't detect the signs of veins as Tianpin monks. Fortunately, on that day, Sima Jin crossed into the sky to regulate the meridians and collaterals for An Bochen, and had some understanding of An Bochen's internal situation. At this touch, he was shocked that he could not feel the vitality in An Bochen's body.

When he was young, Simajin frowned, but the four trends finally completed a week's operation, which was felt by Simajin.

"Xiao Anzi, what's going on?"

Sima Jin is well-known, but it is also the first time he has encountered such a situation. Emei twisted into a ball and looked at An Bochen worriedly.

"It's okay. It's just to open up a way to practice, instead of the old Sunday, but to the new Sunday.

When the words fell, An Bochen saw Wang Meng's back, who was driving in front of him, suddenly shrinking. Obviously, he was shocked after hearing his words. Wang Meng is good at Taoist skills. It is obviously unusual to be valued by Sima Jin. He knows that the line of practice is the top priority of the way of practice, and it is easy to change, otherwise he will probably go crazy. For example, An Bochen practiced all the way from the fire to Tianpin. Unexpectedly, he abandoned the previous practice route and changed it as soon as he said it. How could he not surprise Wang Meng with such lightness?

An Bochen didn't want Simajin to worry, so he wrote lightly that he did not elaborate on the inconvenience brought to him by this new Zhoutian practice method and the thousands of times the hard work he had to pay in the future. Even if he doesn't say it, Simajin can guess that although there is internal breath in the body, it does not form a cycle, which is extremely dangerous for anyone.

The worry in his eyes deepened. Sima Jin turned his head and looked out of the window for a long time before saying, "Guan Nan's death is just a stopgap measure. It must not be long before Emperor Kuang's minions will be found."

Hearing this, An Bochen nodded.

On that day, he performed a play under the wisdom of Wei Beixi in Guannan. Although there were not many flaws, after all, it was too coincidental and fooled ordinary people to muddle through. However, anyone with a little insight would be confused sooner or later, not to mention Emperor Kuang. An Bochen is from Liu, Sima Jin is from Wu, and Liu and Wu belong to the south. If the two are golden cicadas, the biggest possibility is to escape to the south of the Yangtze River. Therefore, if Emperor Kuang wants to find the two, the first one will focus on the south of the Yangtze River.

"I think you have arranged it. No matter how bad it is, at worst, you return the innocence to me, and I will kill him again.

An Bochen smiled and said, his forefinger gently tapped on the couch, and a slight streamer flashed in the air, which was fleeting.

At dawn, An Bochen realized the way. After a night of hard thinking and practicing hard, he created thirty-six strokes on Sunday, but he used four or two to beat a thousand catties to defeat the enemy with small power. Although the strength is fixed, as long as the key points are found in the week, it is impossible to destroy the mountains and rivers with thin power.

But after all, thirty-six strikes this Sunday are new, and the power is hard to say. If Emperor Kuang really sends someone to come, not only will An Bochen not be afraid, but he can also borrow Emperor Kuang's people to try his skills and kill two birds with one stone.

"I really didn't see that you are so aggressive. It's not an exaggeration for the world to call you a mad dragon.

With Simajin's understanding of An Bochen, he naturally knew that if An Bochen was not sure, he would not say such words easily. As for what kind of confidence and means he had, although Simajin was curious, he did not ask in front of Wang Meng at this time, but his heart was a little relieved.

"The General of the Crazy Dragon..."

He chewed the nickname given to him by the world in a low voice. An Bochen didn't laugh or get angry. He just felt extremely ridiculous. There are also crazy characters among the generals who met Guannan all the way. Compared with them, they are absolutely peaceful and do not deserve the word "crazy".

Time passed, and when he returned to the calm Yuanjing Village, An Bochen completely forgot all his hysteria that day. When he came to the front of the team, he was silent, but the people sitting next to him would not forget.

Looking at An Bochen with a sad face, Simajin said, "There is nothing wrong with this name... It's better than those five cats, seven dogs, thirteen horses and so on. Yes, my inn is in Guyang County. It will take about half a day to arrive.

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Guyang County is located in the south of Liujing. Although it is only a county, it is not inferior to the foreign government. Only because there is one wonderful place that other prefectures and counties, including Liujing, are not comparable - Guyang County is tax-free, so commerce and trade is prosperous, and there are many business travelers. At the same time, Guyang County is located in the mountains and is easy to defend and difficult to attack. From the end of the Tang Dynasty to the current Liu Dynasty, over time, it has become an important commercial town connecting Liuguo and Lingnan Province.

The reason why this county is exempt from tax has something to do with its county name.

The word "gu" takes the meaning of grain abundance, and "yang" takes the meaning of Shengqiang, which is taken by the ancestors of the Li family in the State of Liu. The first king of Liu was born in a famous family. In his generation, his family was in a small state. His father had offended the powerful people in the clan before his death, so he was demoted to Guyang County to be the head of the pavilion. The elder of the pavilion was actually an official of labor and served the envoys. The ancestors of the Liu Kingdom were suddenly demoted to the pavilion chief in their prime. How could they swallow this breath? They had no choice but to abandon themselves and drank all day long and did not do their job. One day, he wandered around the field and looked at the abundant rice in the field. The first king of Liu became more and more sad and drank on the field. Just as he lamented repeatedly, an old farmer passed by with a plow, stopped beside King Liu Xian, and smiled at him without saying anything. The king of Liu thought that the old farmer despised him, and he became more and more ashamed. Suddenly, he heard the old farmer say that although the rice is cheap, it is the foundation of the country. Although the pavilion is light, it is ten miles long, and it is easy to become a hero.

The former king of Liu was in a trance, half drunk and half awake. How could he understand what the old farmer said? Returning to the pavilion, I reflected all night and sighed. The words of the old farmer echoed in my ears, like the enlightenment of Daigo, and the grass suddenly opened. The next day, the king of Liu ordered his men to look for the old farmer everywhere. He didn't find it for three days. The king of Liu became more and more curious. He said that he met a fairy by chance and gave him a great wealth. After a long time, the story of King Liu Xian's encounter with immortals spread outside Liujing. From then on, King Liu Xian corrected his official duties and made friends with heroic hermits. His reputation became louder and louder, and finally it was finally heard by the families in the capital. The powerful and nobles of the Li family, who just demoted the king of Liu Xian, were seriously ill and seized power. The king of Liu Xian returned to the family and climbed to the position of patriarch step by step, and then the change of the throne sung by Zhang Guan and Li Dai in the opera.

Replace the State of Tang as the Lord of the Yangtze River. The first thing King Liu did after granting amnesty to Jiangnan was to ban the position of pavilion chief and change it to Lizheng. The second thing was to change the name of his former county to Guyang County, which is permanently exempted from tax and labor.

Hundreds of years have passed, and no one knows that the king of Liu Xian really met a fairy who turned into an old farmer. It was just a dream he had when he was drunk. There were always many strange things spread among the ancestors of the princes. Only in this way can they show their justification and the king's power.

An Bochen and Simajin talked and laughed, bypassed one prefecture and two counties, and finally came to Guyang County.

Wang Meng, who sat in front of the trench, was silent, but the car drove fast and steadily, no slower than the steed. The whip shook, and the wind was blowing, and the carriage was led forward by the long wind, fluttering.

But every time the remaining light falls on An Bochen holding Simajin's hand, Wang Meng's eyebrows can't help frowning and suppressing the displeasure in his heart.

"Master, we have arrived at the inn."

Waving the whip and dismissing the horse, Wang Meng saw that there were many people and did not salute. He bent down and bowed his hand respectfully.

The sun is in the middle of the sky. At noon, it coincides with the most lively time in the market. People come and go. The two young people in front of the restaurant compete and shout enthusiastically welcome the merchants.

Through the flying curtains, An Bochen calmly looked at the noisy and lively city outside the car, and suddenly felt like a different world.

Fighting on the barren road and running in the mountains, and Yuanjing Village is also as plain as water. An Bochen has not been to a place full of such ordinary people for a long time. At first, he came, but it seemed that a fierce beast entered the market, hidden immortals came to the dust, and swept through all kinds of people and other sentient beings. An Bochen only felt that he was out of place, and there was also a feeling of drama. In a word, he was a little confused.

"What are you thinking about, fool?"

A soft voice came from my ear, pulling An Bochen back to the world.

"Don't get out of the car yet? What's the matter? I'm going to carry you into the inn with an eight-lift sedan chair?"

He pinched An Bochen, and Simajin said andly.

His cheeks were slightly red. An Bochen opened the curtain and followed Simajin and got off the carriage.

In front of him is a withered old locust tree, and behind the locust tree is a mahogany lacquer-dyed wooden building. The wooden building has five floors and occupies a large area. In this market with developed commerce and shops, it is like a huge thing, but it is three or four points of the spirit of Moyun in those years.

"Hong Fu, it is reasonable that we should all be imperial criminals. You still make such a big noise that you are afraid that the world will not know."

An Bochen said with a smile.

"I don't know it in the morning and evening. This inn is only the first one, but it's not."

Sima Jin smiled and said meaningfully. She looked at the golden signboard on the second floor of the inn, with a touch of interest in the corners of her mouth: "Xiao Anzi, is this name elegant enough?"

There are four big characters written on the signboard. At a glance, it is from the hands of Simajin, shining in the midday sun--

- Longmen Inn.

The style is elegant. An Bochen's eyes only stopped for a moment and turned to the young man in sackcloth who appeared in front of the three-story platform of the inn.