Chapter 290 Red Fu Jiexin Demon

The Taoist who appeared on the mountain road was still young and looked less than 20 years old. The long hair is drooping down the waist, the figure is long, the figure is thin, but it looks like a good skin. If the jade face is powdered, the bridge of the nose is high, the eyes are condensed like a sword, and the whole body is full of cold smell that is not close to people. The Taoist robe is full of dust.

A few months ago, in Liujing, An Bochen met this person three times, which took the upper hand one after another.

"Hong Fu, do you also recognize him?"

Seeing Simajin looking at the Taoist who was fighting and retreating, and his eyes flashed, An Bochen couldn't help asking.

"Nature. How can I not know the famous talent?

Simajin said thoughtfully, "It is said that this talented man is good at poetry and songs, and is more good at medicine. At the end of last year, I happened to meet the victims of Nanling in Liuguo. I went all the way with the disaster victims and treated them for medical treatment and relief. When I arrived in Liujing, I had the name of wonderful hands and benevolence. She gave all the entanglement to the victims. She had no money to live in the store and sold pairs on the street. No one came out for half a month, and then she became famous. Then she was promoted by Li Xuan and entered the White Fox Academy. Speaking of which, her experience is somewhat similar to yours in some places... Xiao Anzi, what are you in a daze?"

“...... Nothing."

An Bochen said with a strong smile. While covering up the loneliness on his face, he suppressed the complexity in his heart.

The young Taoist is cold and cold. He came from Changmen. He came to Liujing more than three months ago and was defeated by An Bochen. By the way, he broke through the realm of local products as a stepping stone. More than a hundred days later, An Bochen reunited with him on Liunan Mountain Road. Feng Xiao Leng is still the realm of the earth, but An Bochen has broken through the heavenly quality, but his incommodity can only hide behind the woman, which is not as happy as the wind and coldness of the earth's realm against demons.

Although An Bochen's cultivation has been frustrated, he has not lost his eyesight these days. How can he see that the wind is cold and fighting and retreating is to lure away the demons hiding behind the black smoke. I think there must be an ambush or magic array not far from here.

As soon as his heart moved, An Bochen turned his head and looked around the mountain road. Just as he was about to open his left eye, a wry smile appeared on his face.

He has his heavenly cultivation and his proud record of fighting tigers and wolves all over the world, but his real ability is not even comparable to that of a fiery monk. The biggest irony in the world is this. In addition to the imperfect thirty-six strokes on Sunday, An Bochen could no longer feel the feeling of clenching his hands in the past. The power reached his peak all the way to Guannan. After that, he turned straight and gradually faded away, but the death of power took away not only the power itself, but also others.

"This talented man is also interesting, but it's a pity that he doesn't have a chance to make friends."

Looking at the cold wind that led the monster into the distance, Simajin's eyes flashed.

Having said that, just like the purple dragon girl who wanted to dedicate her to Emperor Kuang, even if Simajin appreciates it again, the two were doomed not to stand in the same camp from the beginning.

Hearing the words, An Bochen looked at Simajin strangely, and his heart was slightly sore. He subconsciously said, "That Feng Xiao Leng is a person in the long door."

"I know. She is not just a person in Changmen. Her status in Changmen is extraordinary. If I guess correctly, the so-called people in the south have nothing to do with Changmen and Feng Xiao.

Sima Jin stood in front of An Bochen and did not notice the abnormality of An Bochen. She said to herself, "She happened to appear before the chaos invaded the Liu Kingdom, and she followed the disaster victims all the way. It's a coincidence. After you left Liuguo, she turned back to Liujing. Xiao Anzi, you said..."

As soon as his voice stagnated, Sima Jin frowned and turned around, and saw An Bochen staring at his hands, his eyes were blank and dim.

It has been a long time since I saw such an expression on An Bochen's face. Like this, Sima Jin only saw it once. It was more than three years ago that Mr. Li took his servants on an outing, but he was surrounded by the sudden iron horse of the Wang family. Wang Xiner raised her sword and cut off the "Li Gongzi" in front of the carriage. The blood spewed out seven feet high. The servants accompanying him were scared, cried, and knelt down and begged for mercy. But only one person did not cry. Simajin, who was hidden in the iron horse, peeked at it and found that the only little servant who did not cry stood still, stunned like a wooden chicken, with confusion, fear and a trace of despair on his face. He was not bold, but scared and dumbfounded. Simajin smiled and withdrew her eyes. She didn't look at the dull little servant anymore. It was not until the servant named An Bochen restrained Wang Xiner with his backhand and escaped from the shocked eyes of everyone, including Simajin, that Simajin became interested.

Only once. In Simajin's memory for more than three years, she only saw a complete despair in An Bochen, and it was still when An Bochen had not spread its wings. Since then, An Bochen has never despaired. He has never struggled in the killing game of nine deaths, but he did not expect that the situation is gradually bright today...

I don't know when the invisible charm failed. The figures of the two gradually appeared. They stood on the desolate left one after the other. The mountain wind blew, and the long grass was rolling. There was no sound other than that, and the silence made Sima's heart cold.

What she likes is the honest little Anzi who will unconsciously make a big red face. She also likes the indifferent little Anzi when she came out of Yuanjing Village yesterday. What she can't forget most is that she limped and walked to the front of thousands of troops a month ago and found her little Anzi at first glance... But now this desperate and lost person is really the person he knows?

The mountain wind roared endlessly. Simajin looked down at his toes, and his eyes were slightly condensed, as if he was thinking about something.

"Hong Fu, the situation of my meridians on Sunday is worse than what I said last night. Not surprisingly, my cultivation has stopped from heaven, and I am still a half-waste.

After holding it for a long time, An Bochen finally couldn't help saying it to Sima Jin. His heart was light, as if he had piled down a huge stone.

But as the stone fell, his heart suddenly became empty, and even a trace of air could not be grasped or retained.

Raising his head, An Bochen looked at Sima Jin, took a deep breath, forced himself to calm down, squeezed out a smile and said, "I never thought that I had become your burden..."

An Bochen wanted to say more, but he was interrupted by the laughter in front of him.

"I said Xiao Anzi, it's a big deal, and you're going to be stupid. Do you remember the origin of the name Hong Fu that I told you at the beginning?

With a light smile, Simajin asked An Bochen.

"You said it was from your Wu State's play." An Bochen said without thinking.

"Exactly, the play is called Hongfu Night Run, and it tells the story of a girl named Hongfu who picks a man. She only fell in favor with a man in her life. With only one glance, she ran away with him without hesitation. Then..."

On the mountainside, the wind and clouds are light. The girl sometimes looks at the distant sky and sometimes smiles inexplicably, but she is telling the distant story with the teenager beside her.

It is said that the beautiful woman in troubled times can recognize real heroes. However, most of the time, if there is no acquaintance of a beautiful woman, there is no hero creation. In that period of legend, heroes always occupy a long story, but they can peel off all this and look back. If it were not for the thrilling glimpse of countless years ago, without the beauty when the hero was depressed, how could there be so many bullshit heroes?

History is like a wheel, spinning over and over again. In the final analysis, there has never been a so-called new thing in the world. All stories can find their source from the passing time. It's just a different time and place.

"So... Well, do you know why I want to tell this story?

Finally, she finished this lengthy story. Simajin's mouth was dry. When she raised her head, she saw An Bochen also looking at her. Her eyes were hot, and she saw two touch of pink glow on Simajin's face.

In fact, there is no need to say anything more after the story is told. If you don't even have this, Simajin will immediately pat her buttocks and leave.

Looking at An Bochen, he saw that although his mental state was much better than before and he was no longer full of despair, there was still two points of melancholy and sadness between his eyebrows. Simajin couldn't help sighing.

"It turned out to be a demon."

In the final analysis, practice is just stealing the way of heaven and earth. The parents of heaven and earth are the biggest. If they do something wrong to heaven, they will more or less give birth to heart demons. However, the heart demons born today by An Bochen is a little special. Even if Sima Jin does not hesitate to make "sacrifice" to appease him, if An Bochen himself can't make it out, the heart demon will never It will leave completely.

"Well, come with me. I'll take you to solve this demon."

He couldn't help but drag An Bochen's arm. Simajin jumped and summoned the dragon in mid-air, and stepped in with An Bochen.

The wild horse king hasn't seen An Bochen for a long time. Just as he was about to sell his shy face, he was hit by Simajin's buttocks with a whip, so he had to pat his face and fly south.

Not long after the two left, the wind blew the grass and leaves, and a robe slowly fell down...

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