Chapter 429 The King Without the King's Life
When I saw Liu Jun, he was on a simple wooden building.
An Bochen's movements were light, and his feet were always half an inch away from the ground, but then An Bochen found that he was too much. The man with his back to him had no breath of a practitioner.
The man was wearing a gray robe, with some gray hair casually draped behind his shoulders, holding a signature tube in his hand.
Just when An Bochen appeared, a signature popped up from the tube.
"There is a lucky star coming out of the Big Dipper, and the nobleman is coming."
The man smiled, and then turned around and arched his hand to An Bochen: "I've been looking forward to General An's name for a long time. I'm really lucky to be here today."
An Bochen frowned. Although the man opposite him was Liu Jun, he did not have the temperament of being a king. On the contrary, he was like a mysterious fortune teller. He really didn't like An Bochen.
Out of courtesy, An Bochen still arched his hand and called him the king. He felt more and more sorry for the glass beads in his heart. He actually regarded such an incompetuable king as a life-saving straw, which was really sad.
There are also many kings that An Bochen has seen. In the early years, the obscure Liujun, the overturned Emperor Kuang, the wandering Longjun, and the unfathomable Dongyue King. Although their status and strength are very different, they have one thing in common. They are speechless or have the temperament of swallowing mountains and rivers, or make people feel like mountains. Stop, it is the breath gathered from the ambitions in the king's chest. When it is forbearance, it is like a mud dragon in the pool, and when it is flaunting, it is like a dragon in the world.
Unfortunately, An Bochen can't see it in this generation of Liu Jun.
"I don't know what your ambition is." An Bochen asked.
"I only want the people to live and work in peace and contentment." Liu Jun is neither humble nor arrogant.
Hearing this, An Bochen was a little disappointed again and was relieved.
"However, the arrival of Elder An today is in line with my first hexagram ten years ago. With Elder An here, it's just a while for me to return to the eastern border. Liu Jundao.
An Bochen laughed hoarsely, stopped, and looked at Liu Jun up and down: "What you mean is that you can predict the budget in the future?"
"Exact" Liu Jundao.
"But you are not a monk."
An Bochen felt ridiculous. He was an old man in the State of Liu. The road of practice began in Liujing, and then he came to see the contemporary Liujun. If Liu Jun was just a mediocre person, An Bochen would not be too surprised. At most, he smiled, but now Liu Jun is not only mediocre, but also a boastful liar. An Bochen has been extremely disappointed.
"Why can only practitioners predict the future, and why can't mortals master the power in your hands?"
Just as An Bochen was about to walk out of the wooden building, Liu Jun's unwilling voice came to his ear.
After a pause, An Bochen thought for a moment and turned around.
I saw Liu Jun clenching his fists, blushing on his face, and there was sadness and indignation in his eyes and loss. From the mouth of the glass beads, An Bochen knew that Liu Jun was forty-eight years old, and he was in his prime, but his eyes were a little cloudy, the corners of his eyes were full of wrinkles, his temples were white, and he looked like he was in his fifties.
The fate of the king of Liu seems to have long been doomed to be bumpy, and one generation is better than the other.
An Bochen sighed in his heart, stared at Liu Jun, who had calmed down, and whispered, "This is because what you have paid in practice is far from what you can imagine. Thousands of people pay, and one person will be rewarded. That's all."
"How did General An know that I didn't pay? Isn't it enough for me to use my life to ignite the future glory of Liu?
Liu Jun stared at the signature box in his hand and whispered.
"Maybe it's not enough." An Bochen didn't want to hit Liu Jun, and then the truth was in front of him. He didn't want Liu Jun or even Lizhu to have meaningless illusions.
"You said that you know divination and calculations, so you can calculate your own fate. Do you have the life of the emperor?" An Bochen asked coldly.
"No."
Unexpectedly, Liu Jun smiled faintly: "But I can calculate the future of my Liu Kingdom. As long as General An is here, my Liu Kingdom will definitely be prosperous."
Crazy, this Liujun must be crazy.
An Bochen said secretly in his heart.
As a mortal, how can he master the art of divination? The art of divination is unfathomable, but it is a secret that even An Bochen can't get involved, not to mention Liu Jun who fell to the border. What else is possible except for what he fantasizes about all this? It's just that An Bochen never thought that Lizhu would believe it.
"How did you learn to calculate? Don't tell me, it's a fairy dream."
An Bochen didn't want to be entangled and said casually.
"Exactly, it was taught by a different person in my dream when I was a child." Liu Jun said seriously.
An Bochen was stunned, and his eyes had fallen to the exit.
"However, the alien did not directly teach me the art of divination." Liu Jun continued, "The magic he taught me is called finger layout, but I have never been able to learn it. Later, I found that since I can achieve the future layout, I can also predict the future through this method. I have been devoting arithmetic for more than 30 years, studying day and night, and finally made small achievements ten years ago. I can budget for the future and choose the most likely future from it.
Liu Jun spoke quickly and quickly. When he looked at An Bochen again, he found that he was motionless and his eyes were always bright and dark.
The past is like smoke. After so many years, An Bochen actually heard the five words of finger layout. To his surprise, Jiu Chenjun was still alive. In this way, An Bochen and Sima Jin did not win the duel in the Southern Wilderness.
"It turned out to be him."
An Bochen muttered, looking at Liu Jun with a little strangeness in his eyes.
The bullet-finger layout technique is unfathomable. When An Bochen fought with Jiu Chenjun, he also secretly stole the teacher, but there are many unique skills in the world that he can't fully understand. For the bullet-finger layout, An Bochen only mastered 60% or 70%. It was used by An Bochen in Dongyue that year, but unfortunately it didn't work, so he was put to death by the King of Dongyue.
According to this generation of Liu Jun, he has developed the art of divination on the basis of finger layout. Although it is a little whimsic, it is not impossible to think about it carefully.
If he really does it, he can be called a genius. If he is in the world of practice, he can also become a person who founded the sect.
For a while, An Bochen became interested.
He looked at the middle-aged man in front of him carefully and said with a smile, "Dare to ask what you call him."
"Li Jizong." Liu Jundao.
"Then you can show An your divination. Choose a thing recently and make a proof.
"Good." Li Jizong nodded.
He picked up the signature tube, shook it gently, and fell out of the tube in a blink of an eye.
An Bochen looked around and saw that Li Jizong stacked the dozen sticks into a strange pattern, and then took out the pen and wrote them on the paper. The symbol he used was unprecedented for An Bochen, but he vaguely felt that it had something to do with the thirteen signatures. He wrote about half a column of incense. Liu Jun breathed a sigh of relief, wiped the sweat on his forehead, and then turned to An Bochen and said solemnly, "There will be a big thing in the Yin Dynasty."
An Bochen was stunned, but suddenly remembered Simajin's biography. She was also ordinary, saying that there would be major events in the near future.
"What's the matter?" An Bochen asked.
"This matter is about the old friend of General An. About five days later, at the junction of the Yin Dynasty and the Jie Dynasty, the gossip elephant is very fierce." After the wooden signature was collected, Liu Jun whispered.
The old man...
Several figures appeared in An Bochen's mind, and his heart was mixed with joys and sorrows.
Looking deeply at Liu Jun, An Bochen said, "Can only calculate so much?"
"I'm ashamed."
"So, An said goodbye first." With that, An Bochen turned around.
"Can General An come back again?" Liu Jun asked behind him.
An Bochen smiled and did not answer. Yu Guang swept to the room on the other side of the wooden building, and then disappeared.
Looking at the place where An Bochen disappeared, Li Jizong was silent. At this moment, a short figure ran out of the room on the other side, but it was a seven or eight-year-old boy.
"Father, has that person left?"
"Hmm." Holding the boy in his arms, Li Jizong's face showed pity.
"Well, he is rude to his father. When he comes again next time, his father will definitely treat him with great disrespect."
The boy shouted with some dissatisfaction.
"Xian'er, don't talk nonsense. You forgot that your father told you before that there is a noble man in your life. As long as you have him, Xian'er will live a long life and establish a unified dynasty. Unfortunately, my father can't wait for that day.
He said with a smile that Liu Jun's eyes became far-reaching and long, and something seemed to be burning in his eyes.
He is a king without the fate of a king. Perhaps as he said, his mission in his life is to turn into firewood and ignite the hope for the future of the mortal dynasty.