Chapter 344 The end of the drama

When the sun sets, the dusk in the southern wilderness presents a rare orange yellow color. The five elements are scattered in all directions, but it washes the gloomy sky in the southern wilderness all year round. It has never been so clean and bright for thousands of years.

At the top of Dongshan Mountain, the gravel bricks and tiles have been scattered, and a exhausted teenager sat in the middle of the broken wall.

It took nearly two hours. An Bochen almost dug three feet, but until now he has not found Sima Jin's figure.

There was no blood stain on the body, no skirt, and no sign of being associated with her, as if she had disappeared out of thin air.

"What did you see at that time?"

Staring at the pitted ground, An Bochen asked, with a chill in his voice.

Feng Xiao, who stood behind him, shuddered coldly and lowered her eyebrows and said, "General, at that time, the temple tower collapsed, and Miss Simajin took me and Princess Yilong to leave, but somehow she suddenly turned her head and ran in, and then..."

"What are the signs?"

Feng Xiao thought coldly for a moment, and suddenly was stunned: "Signs... Yes, there is. At the moment when the witch temple collapsed, a strange voice sounded. I was flustered and didn't hear it clearly.

Strange sound?

An Bochen frowned and got up to look at Feng Xiao Leng. Although she looked afraid, her eyes were very clear, not like she was lying.

"You are from Changmen. Is there any means to reproduce the situation at that time? Where is your gossip mirror?

"Did the general forget? Before leaving the temple, most of my magic charms were taken away by Miss Sima.

Hearing this, An Bochen couldn't help laughing bitterly.

Looking at Yilong, who was cold and sleeping beside him, An Bochen said, "You will send Yilong back to Liu, and you will also live in Liu, so that no one can subdue Yilong when he has an attack."

"Yes." Feng Xiao frowned coldly and said, and he didn't feel inappropriate about An Bochen's order.

Feng Xiao Leng rode the carp with the memory dragon. An Bochen was still standing in the ruins. Even though the night fell, there were few people on the top of the mountain, and he had no intention of leaving.

"If you want to find her, there is a way."

A voice came not far away. An Bochen looked up, but Huo Chuanyun had not left and was walking towards him with a smile.

"What's the way?" An Bochen asked.

"When did your memory become so bad?"

Standing beside An Bochen, Huo Chuanyun sighed and patted An Bochen on the shoulder and said, "Have you forgotten your original purpose of coming here?"

"You mean, that Taiji moral furnace?" A light flashed in An Bochen's eyes.

"Taiji Moral Furnace... It turned out to be the name. Huo Chuayun chewed in a low voice and then smiled: "Exactly. That baby is said to be very mysterious and has the power to turn things around. If you get it, you may be able to find her.

With a moment of joy in his heart, An Bochen pulled out his long gun and was about to leave. His eyes flashed over Huo Chuanyun, and his footsteps stagnated.

"Cunyun, aren't you going to have that stove?"

"That's the end of the matter, and I'm going to have a great baby."

Huo Chuanyun shrugged his shoulders and pretended to be relaxed.

Seeing An Bochen's grateful face, Huo Chuanyun smiled and patted An Bochen on the shoulder again: "Don't be sentimental. I'm not for you, but because the opportunity to seize the treasure has passed. Forget it, I can't explain it to you for a while.

After meditating for a long time, An Bochen finally asked what he had always been curious about: "Yes, why did you turn to Emperor Kuang?"

Rubbing his nose, Huo Chuanyun avoided An Bochen's eyes and smiled and said, "Do you know where the gods of all generations have gone after breaking the void?"

An Bochen shook his head.

"They all go..."

Huo Chuanyun whispered to An Bochen. An Bochen's face was still calm at first. After hearing it, a strong shock appeared on his face.

"It turned out that they knew that the fairy would come to the east ten years later."

"Yes, who would like to see their home fall and their brothers and sisters as slaves. My old and unscrupulous master often said that the stronger the strength, the greater the responsibility to be.

It seems to recall the bits and pieces of Mount Tai. A trace of remembrance flashed in Huo Chuanyun's bronze eyes and dissipated in an instant: "Let's talk about the rest later. Go ahead. I have to go back and have to communicate with your majesty.

Looking at Huo Chuanyun, An Bochen smiled faintly and patted him on the shoulder: "So, cherish it."

"You are the same."

With a smile, Huo Chuanyun left An Bochen and strode down the mountain.

People went to the mountains and the sky. As early as when An Bochen turned over the ruins, the Southern Emperor and a group of witches had left, not to mention the purple dragon girl and the first Wang Feng who were thinking about the treasure furnace.

On the other side, the war on the hill is also over.

Master Moyun, wearing an khaki long shirt, used Taoism to defeat one against three, not only did he not fall behind, but also became more and more brave. Unexpectedly, later, he was washed away by the flying five elements of the fog he arranged, and his body was exposed. He was cut down the hill by Guan Yunyi. He didn't know whether to live or die.

Guan Yunyi is busy treating Yinxin, but no longer cares about the Taiji moral furnace.

Guan Yunyi is a forbidden soldier, not a ruthless and cold-blooded vegetation. The trip to the southern wilderness has formed a friendship with Yin Xin. How can he not be saved? On the other side, Zhang Bushi thought about how to use the five elements of Lingyun to treat Wuhua's "strange disease", while Wuhua was dejected. He thought that he had been killing here enough, but the cook was still robbed of the limelight by An Bochen.

Withdrawing his eyes, An Bochen squeezed out a smile from the corners of his mouth. He vaguely guessed the purpose of Zhang Bushi and Wuhua to come here. However, since everyone was well, he was not in a hurry to meet each other.

Shen You is out of his mind. An Bochen overlooks a hundred miles of land. When he was young, he found the old man in red robe in a dwarf forest in the southwest.

......

In the dark dense forest, the chirping of sparrows came from time to time.

The old man in a big red robe rubbed his hands and looked at the two tangled figures in the tent.

There is a furnace twisting the universe in Dongshan, and the golden boy saint is collecting together.

This poem has been widely known, but there are only a few people who know how to pick it. Obviously, Jiu Chenjun is one of the few insiders.

"It's almost an hour. Why haven't you finished yet..."

Jiu Chenjun paced back and forth, with a burning face.

He has lived for more than a hundred years, with intelligence like a demon and magical means. But at present, no matter how high his ability is, there is nothing he can do. There are some things in the world that can't be urged.

The sound of footsteps sounded from the edge of the forest, and Jiu Chenjun's body stiffened. He slowly turned his head and looked at An Bochen, who was standing with a gun.

For a moment, neither of them spoke.

The night wind dances gently, wrapped in the breaths and whispers of men and women echoed in the woods, indescendable.

"You are just lucky."

Jiu Chenjun suddenly smiled and said.

"This is not luck."

An Bochen shook his head.

"Ghost Shadow Skills" was bought by him from Longjun at the cost of killing two snakes. Although the final ending was different from the idea, after all, An Bochen once fought with his life. Moreover, if it hadn't been for An Bochen's persistence and heart refining again and again, he would not have been able to support his semi-waste body until today. Once he swallowed the five elements of Lingyun and regained his cultivation, An Bochen's strength has reached the peak of Tianpin. Perhaps it is slightly inferior to Lv Fengqi, but he is already a strong man in Da Kuang.

Now An Bochen is standing in front of Jiu Chenjun. No matter how many conspiracies and tricks Jiu Chenjun has, he is not the enemy of An Bochen.

With an inexplicable smile, Jiu Chenjun shook his head: "Whether it's luck or fate, in short, you can't kill me now."

"Why not."

An Bochen's eyes were cold, and the silver gun burst out, pointing straight to Jiu Chenjun.

"You also know, the birth of the treasure furnace requires two people to complete the sex. Although Jin Tong and the saint have fallen in love with each other, they are both young people. They are awkward and embarrassed. Therefore, I gave the golden child an emotional worm. The mother worm is in my hand. With just a gentle press, the golden child will be eaten to death by the child's heart.

A proud smile appeared on his face, and Jiu Chenjun ridiculed, "Do you want to watch your friend die, or are you willing to agree to me a trivial request? When the furnace is born, you just need to allow me to ask it a word, and then the furnace belongs to you, and I will also give you the mother. If you give him the mother, he will be safe and sound.

After a pause, Jiu Chenjun looked at An Bochen with ease: "I don't know what you think?"

An Bochen was silent, and his innocent hand tightened slightly.

The two were more than ten steps apart. An Bochen was not sure to kill him before Jiu Chenjun crushed his mother.

Seeing that An Bochen's eyes were cold but powerless, the smile at the corners of Jiu Chenjun's mouth gradually spread.

The scream of black magpie came from the depths of the dense forest. The black magpie flew high and scattered the leaves of the forest. Jiu Chenjun subconsciously glanced away with the corner of his eyes. At this moment, a white light rose from his side, but it was a sharp sword.

The boy with the sword in his hand was an angry boy, and even An Bochen could not find out how he appeared beside Jiu Chenjun.

The high-flying head was full of regret, and when he was young, he was flattened by the blood spewed out of his neck.

An Bochen's eyes were fast, and he stepped forward with an arrow. Before the body of the old man in the red robe fell, he gently caught the mother.

"The evil will die!"

The boy next to him stared coldly at the body of the old man in red robe, with anger, reluctance and a trace of heartache on his face. In a blink of an eye, he took out the wine gourd from his arms and patted it gently. Purple flame spewed out from the mouth of the gourd, which burned the ten steps around the old man's body.

An Bochen's right eye is magical, and he looks at it carefully. After a long time, he clenched his innocent hand and finally loosened it.

"The extreme purple fire can burn all evil things. The demon who took away should be dead."

After saying that, the old man Xiji put away the wine gourd, turned around and walked out of the forest.

After five steps, the old man in the West Pole stopped again.

"Thank you very much."

"Thank you for what?" An Bochen asked.

smiled. The old man Xiji did not explain, but walked into the depths of the dense forest and gradually disappeared.

During the day, Jiu Chenjun relied on the identity of the old man in red robe and a group of aliens to attack Dongshan, but when the two sides were anxious, he killed them from behind and shot down a group of aliens down the mountain. Fortunately, the old man Xiji had been on guard for a long time and only suffered minor injuries. Most of the rest of the aliens were dying. Fortunately, there were five spirits falling from the sky, which saved nearly half of the aliens. The old man in the West Pole recovered the fastest. He and Hongpao had been friends for a hundred years, so he hated Jiuchenjun to the bone. He immediately found him and killed him angrily.

Of course, An Bochen did not know about these things. All he knew was that Jiu Chenjun was finally dead.

This man, who changes the world's situation with his own strength and tries to challenge the fate of God's will, is a little cowardly when he dies, and is not worthy of his life. However, not every hero can die decently, and more often even more cowardly than Jiu Chenjun.

An Bochen shook his head and looked at the tent not far away.

Li Xiaoguan is still "fighting" with vitality, which may be related to the gold of the five elements in his body. If Shangguan Waner is allowed to see the power of Xiaoguan one day, I don't know what will happen... According to Hongfu, the ninth princess named Duoduo was very beautiful and touching, and she was also a little official.

From time to time, one or two strange thoughts flashed in his mind. An Bochen stood still and waited quietly.

After another half an hour, the moon has climbed up the treetops and covered the not lush low woods.

From the tent bathed in the moonlight, a man and a woman shouted hoarsely, and a battle that took an hour and a half was finally over.

An Bochen closed his eyes, and in the dark, he could feel an unusual breath being conceived. The breath is not strong, but it is as vigorous as a newborn baby. In addition to the vigor, you can feel a trace of vicissitudes and simplicity, which is very strange.

There is a furnace twisting the universe in Dongshan, and the golden boy saint picks together...

The eyelids trembled slightly and suddenly opened. In An Bochen's sight, there was a pillar of white light flying to the night sky.

The milky white halo shot out of the tent, as if a fountain gushed out, and a black and white furnace tripod could be faintly captured inside.

"Taiji Moral Furnace?"

An Bochen said in a low voice. As soon as the voice fell, the furnace tripod flew faster.

Purple thunder flashed across the sky, and a thunder-shaped big hand appeared in the sky. He grabbed the furnace tripod that wanted to escape and withdrew it in a blink of an eye.

Unable to grasp the rocking furnace tripod and wanting to break free, An Bochen broke his finger and sprinkled blood.

A reluctant cry came from the furnace tripod. Gradually, the furnace tripod calmed down and twitched once or twice from time to time, but no longer wanted to escape.

It is also thanks to the fact that this baby has just been born and its vitality is weak, so it is so easy to be subdued by An Bochen. If you give it more time, absorb the spirit of heaven and earth, and gradually restore the previous rank, how can this ancient treasure be subdued by today's An Bochen? Surrender does not mean subduing. If you want to completely accept this treasure, An Bochen needs to spend some more time refining it.

"Bochen!"

The hoarse voice came from not far away, but the naked Li Xiaoguan got out of the tent, gasping for breath and looking at An Bochen with a surprised face.

After a "battle" for half a night, Li Xiaoguan was exhausted, his speech was short, and his voice was much smaller than usual.

"Bochen, are you all right?"

"It's okay." An Bochen smiled faintly, and his smile was mixed with a little loneliness.

Li Xiaoguan swept around and hesitated, "Your... What about her?"

An Bochen forced a smile and didn't say anything.

Seeing this, Li Xiaoguan's face stiffened and lowered his head.

At this moment, a small white hand stretched out from the tent, with a "pop", and the crisp slap echoed in the night.

Li Xiaoguan turned his head and looked at the ninth princess, who had already cried.

The ninth princess was originally a virgin. She was robbed of the red pills by Li Xiaoguan and tossed around for half a night. Only she knew the pain. But after that, Li Xiaoguan patted his buttocks and came out. He talked to the people outside the tent like nothing. Of course, the ninth princess was angry and hateful.

"This, this... It's none of my business!"

Li Xiaoguan was confused and shook his head repeatedly.

As soon as she said this, the ninth princess looked at Li Xiaoguan in a daze like a thunder. For a long time, she grabbed Li Xiaoguan's arm and took a bite, and then wrapped her skirt and ran out without looking back.

Li Xiaoguan shouted in pain and wink at An Bochen: "Bochen, I haven't seen you for many days. Xiaoguan, my charm has risen, hasn't it?"

"Yes, not only did she capture the Southern Wilderness Princess, but even the witch Zhu secretly promised you."

An Bochen smiled and said, as soon as he finished speaking, he frowned slightly.

Yes, why didn't you see that Wu Zhuqi?

"Bochen, what are you thinking about?"

"Nothing." An Bochen raised his head and stared at Li Xiaoguan: "Why are you stunned? Why don't you go after her!"

Li Xiaoguan laughed and blushed. Then he jumped up and quickly chased the ninth princess.

For Li Xiaoguan, the trip to the southern wilderness can be said to be a disaster-prone adventure that can end a wonderfully in the end. How can he know how important the role he plays in this good play is?

"Can you really turn things around?"

Looking at the small tripod in the palm of his hand, An Bochen said silently, "You don't need to change anything, just help me find her."

Another group of crows flew out, the leaves were flying, and the moonlight went to the forest.

......

The clerk yawned and opened the door bolt. There were two people standing outside the door. Both of them were wrapped in a thick bag, one tall and one short, and they couldn't see their appearance clearly.

"Do you two want to stay in the hotel?"

The man asked, and then scolded himself for talking too much.

It's almost morning, and these two strange guests naturally come to stay.

"Inside, inside, inside, please."

Although the buddy was disturbed by his dream, he was still full of smiles. You know, it is not easy to do a business in this ruined county inn where birds don't shit. The county seat is located in the southernmost part of Nanling Province. Relying on the southern wilderness, few guests come. If it hadn't been for the county official's financial support, the inn would not have opened long ago.

"Bang!"

There was a sound in his ear. The clerk quickly lowered his head and saw a palm-sized puppet lying on the ground. The puppet was wearing a strange old red robe. In addition, the craftsmanship was very exquisite and lifelike.

"Dear guest, something has been dropped." The man reminded.

The shorter guest glanced at the puppet on the ground and didn't pick it up.

"If you like it, I'll send it to you."

The talking guest was a woman. After the clerk picked up the puppet, he inevitably looked at her a few more times. The tall guest next to her seemed to be drunk and was carried away by her all the time. Seeing this, the warm-hearted guy took a step forward and wanted to give him a hand.

"Get out of here."

The clerk paused and opened his mouth to look at the woman who showed his eyes from the big place. He only felt that his scalp was numb and he didn't say much. He hurriedly sent the two into the guest room, and then went back to the room and continued to sleep.

In the guest room, Aqi carefully placed the fainted Master Moyun on the bed, glanced around her eyes vigilantly, took out several things from her arms, and surrounded herself and Master Moyun in a circle.

After arranging the stinging array, A Qi lit a column of incense, and then sat cross-legged in front of the bed.

As soon as she sat down, the eyebrows of Master Moyun jumped, and then she grinned, as if she were fighting with people in her sleep.

Just after the time of a column of incense, the body of Master Moyun trembled. When he was young, he regained his composure and slowly opened his eyes.

That is a pair of eyes full of wisdom and cunning. Although there are some contradictions, they can only be described in this way.

As soon as he opened his eyes, Aqi opposite collapsed on the bed.

"It is worthy of being the king of Mobei's hardships, which consumes a column of incense."

The corners of Moyun's mouth were slightly upturned.

He sat up, got out of bed tremblingly, and looked south with a smile.

"Whether it's luck or fate, this game is regarded as a draw. However, there will always be a chance to see you again..."

......

I don't know when An Bochen fell in love with drinking upstairs.

Fortunately, the pavilion of Longmen Inn is high enough to see the whole county. The night sky at the end of summer is so deep, and the stars and moon are bright. An Bochen sits for a night, which is not boring.

The green smoke curled up from the black and white furnace tripod, and its charming eyes were in front of the pavilion.

The Taiji moral furnace, which makes people all over the world, is actually used as an ordinary incense burner by An Bochen. Those who hear this news all smile bitterly. The magic of the Taiji moral furnace has been confirmed by the first Wang Feng. With the help of the treasure furnace, the first Wang Feng finally knew that it was Emperor Kuang who imprisoned Yue Qingqing, and since then, the act of making a big scene in the capital has been even more popular.

The first Wang Feng has nothing to do with An Bochen.

Even if people all over the world regard the Taiji moral furnace as a treasure, but in An Bochen's eyes, it is just a pile of scrap metal.

This so-called treasure furnace can help the first Wang Feng find Yue Qingqing, but it can't help An Bochen find Simajin. As for the reason, it has one.

"Because she is not from this world... What's the reason?"

An Bochen chewed in a low voice, looked up at the night sky, and his eyes wandered.

To this day, he has not figured out this sentence, and he doesn't know where Simajin is, whether it is life or death.

The wine cup will run out, and An Bochen habitually groped for the bead chain.

These days, An Bochen uses a glazed bottle to send letters late at night, looking forward to hearing from her.

I hope at night, but I failed at night. An Bochen did not give up, but it was just a little numb.

However, this time, as soon as An Bochen's fingertips touched the bead chain, his body suddenly shook. In an instant, there was a strong joy in his eyes.

Quickly taking out the glazed bottle, An Bochen saw the familiar line of handwriting-

Cheng Jun's promise will live up to this life. If you are not in a hurry, wait for ten years.

......

The wine cup was empty. An Bochen took back the glass bottle and got up. He looked at the huge city where thousands of lights were not sleeping in the distance. The past was like a cloud of smoke, and a song echoed faintly in his ear.

Exactly: ninety-nine pavilions are obsessed with smoke and dust, and thousands of buildings are left behind. I hope you will miss each other slowly, and I will know my concubine's heart in the coming year.

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(At the end of the juvenile chapter, the next is the emperor's chapter. I will try my best to write better, the cultivation system will be more clearly planned, and the protagonist's temperament and identity will be slightly changed.)