Chapter 467 Longfu Deep Mountain

When I returned to the Wangxinzong, the maple leaves were red all over the mountain.

There are also four seasons, but I don't know why spring and autumn are long, and winter and summer are short.

In the two months since An Bochen left, everyone was anxious and anxious. Liu Jun Li Jizong had a serious illness because of this. Although Raven Taoist, Yan Xiaodao and others were practitioners, they could not be cured. Fortunately, even if An Bochen came back with Li Xian and saw that his son was safe and sound, Li Jizong seemed to have taken a perfect tonic and gradually recovered, but his health was not good. A serious illness ruined him, and he could no longer see the appearance of the gentle gentleman in the past.

"It's not too late to practice now. At worst, I'll help you wash the marrow, and it won't be a problem to live another 40 or 50 years."

On the bamboo building, An Bochen turned his back to Li Jizong and said lightly.

"General An doesn't need to bother any more. My fate has long been doomed. Not this year, even the immortals will not be saved."

Li Jizong said with a forced smile.

Li Xian wiped his tears on the bedside. Although he was a little nervous, he was not heartless.

"Xian'er, you go out first." Touching Li Xian's head, Li Jizong said.

"I..."

Li Xian's face was full of displealuctance. He looked up at An Bochen and saw An Bochen nodding to him before he walked out of the room.

"Xian'er respects General An very much." Li Jizong laughed. He was happy to see the situation just now: "Xian'er has told me all the overseas events, which bothered General An."

"After the old man, it should be like this." An Bochen said calmly.

Hearing this, Li Jizong smiled bitterly: "General An still doesn't want to assist Xian'er? Are you dissatisfied with Xian'er?

"The general trend is gone, and it can't be saved by human power." An Bochen said.

"Do you really think so in General An's heart?"

Li Jizong stared at An Bochen, and his pale face stimulated a trace of blush, as if it were plum blossoms blooming in winter, but bleak but persistent.

An Bochen was silent.

He didn't want to turn the tide and restore the eastern world. When he explained the meaning to Kuangqi, he had already revealed his heart. But the longer a person lives, the more he thinks about it. An Bochen personally experienced the power of the real immortal. A real immortal is so horrible. There is also a Xuanxian on the real immortal. No one knows what monsters are on the Xuanxian. Even if An Bochen can break through to the mysterious fairyland one day, An Bochen is not sure how many mysterious immortals there are in the endless world in the three dynasties opposite.

If you want to restore the eastern boundary, you can complete it not only by An Bochen, but also by a few people.

An Bochen is sometimes curious that Li Jizong, a mortal, even a king, is also the king in trouble on earth. Where on earth did he get such a strong belief, which is stronger than himself, just because of the derivation and divination technique he explored?

"I can understand General An."

The morbid blush on Li Jizong's face gradually faded, and he met An Bochen's questioning eyes. He smiled and said, "After all, that matter is still very far away, and I don't know how long it will be. Maybe a hundred years later, maybe a thousand years later, I can't figure it out. All I know is that when that day is coming, even if General An wants to stay out of it, it is possible.

"Maybe."

An Bochen said in a low voice. Seeing that Li Jizong was short of breath, An Bochen did not say much. He gently brushed his sleeves and made Li Jizong fall asleep.

Li Jizong is middle-aged, but he is already in a state of life. An Bochen can save him, but Li Jizong himself may not be happy.

An Bochen knew what he had in mind. He just wanted to use his death to win An Bochen's sympathy, which is often said in the world.

"A mortal king, but his heart is bigger than mine."

Shaking his head, An Bochen said in his heart.

Wake up from a hundred and eighty years of sleep, An Bochen has been confused. Admittedly, he has made a lot of arrangements. For example, rescuing Da Kuang's deceased, such as making friends with the gods overseas, can be more because of his habits than the arrangement. He is no longer the young monk at the beginning. He knows what the general trend is and what is irreversible, just like the current situation.

Save the people of the old Liu, because he was born in Si, he didn't want to leave any regrets.

In more than two months in hundreds of overseas countries, An Bochen and the gods fought hotly, and he also knew that most of them were involved in the Penglai fairyland behind them. An Bochen could enter Penglai through their relationship and see Wuhua and others.

An Bochen didn't do that.

What can you do when you see them? They are all fugitives who are far away from their hometowns. The only difference is that they escape farther away, and An Bochen escapes closer. An Bochen doesn't know what to say after seeing them.

Anarrative of the past? They are all brothers and comrades-in-arms who break out of life and death. No matter how far away they are, their feelings will not fade.

Did you say what you have done before? What are the benefits of making them surprised, admired and grateful? What's more, Wuhua has long seen that he can't hold it with his previous nature.

Rebuild the Kuangqi and create a great cause together? This is even more a joke. With a few of them, as well as those bottomless monks who have not grown up, what they can do. No territory, no strength, no magic weapons, no elixir, everything is empty talk.

I can't even see a glimmer of hope.

Penglai is a good place, and they can stay there safely.

As for An Bochen's own expectations... Living in seclusion is a blessing in heaven and earth, at least he can practice honestly. After so many years, An Bochen does not seem to have practiced wholeheartedly.

There was a smile at the corners of his mouth, and An Bochen pushed the door out.

Outside the bamboo building, Li Xiaoguan, Yan Xiaodao and Lizhu are all there.

Seeing An Bochen, no one said anything, but there was expectation in his eyes, including Lizhu.

"Bochen, does what you said when you came back count?"

Li Xiaoguan smiled strangely and broke the silence. Others are more or less in awe of An Bochen, but he is still used to smiling with An Bochen as he did more than a hundred years ago... To be precise, it's shameless.

Fortunately, there is a Li Xiaoguan who doesn't regard An Bochen as a fairy. An Bochen is not so lonely.

"Of course." An Bochen nodded and then glanced at everyone: "Are you all willing?"

In addition to the "high-level" of Liu, Li Feixue, a descendant of Li Yan, and more than 20 teenagers, there were also crow Taoist masters and apprentices.

An Bochen glanced at the Raven Taoist and saw that his face was blue and red, which was particularly embarrassing.

It turned out that the Raven Taoist master and apprentice did not know what had happened. They saw everyone gathered outside the wooden building to wait for An Bochen, so they also came to join in the fun. When he heard about An Bochen's plan, he regretted it and was about to leave when he met An Bochen coming out of the wooden building.

"Crow Taoist friends, we set up our sect. You just need to watch the ceremony."

An Bochen said with a smile.

The crow Taoist breathed a long sigh of relief and flattered, "Why don't I invite a few familiar suzerains to watch the ceremony? It's so lively."

"Well, the same subordinate suzerain as you? Forget it."

Li Xiaoguan snorted coldly.

He pulled the tiger's skin and pulled the flag. Even if there was only the cultivation of the divine master's realm, the crow Taoist did not dare to do anything to him, and most of the time he had to pay for a smile. Xiaobao beside him opened his eyes wide and looked at the majestic Li Xiaoguan, admiring as always.

"Thank you for your kindness, no need. Our sect is a hidden sect, so we don't need to let other sects know.

An Bochen said.

As soon as he finished speaking, Li Xiaoguan, with an excited face, hurriedly bowed and said, "See the suzerain."

Everyone looked at each other and was about to visit, but was stopped by An Bochen.

"This suzerain, I won't do it."

Everyone was stunned when they heard the words.

Lizhu is the one who wants to practice most among everyone. Although the hope of breaking through the next realm is extremely slim, she still wants to work hard. Hearing what An Bochen said, she was suddenly angry. After the veil, she showed a slightly angry face and scolded in her heart. Isn't this Zen's accession to the throne? Doesn't it need to be pushed three times in a row?

Unexpectedly, An Bochen listened to Li Xiaoguan's suggestion to establish a sect in order to deepen the atmosphere of practice and to make the Liu Kingdom last for a long time. Anyway, in this barren mountain, instead of doing nothing, it's better for everyone to practice together. If people have no foresight, they must have immediate worries. No matter what his future is, they should practice together first and cultivate more immortals.

The reason why he doesn't want to be a suzerain is that An Bochen is afraid of fatigue and boredom.

It's not easy to get out of those complex situations, and An Bochen is willing to bear the burden again.

His eyes fell on Li Xiaoguan, and An Bochen was full of deep affection and smiled without saying anything.

For a moment, Qiu Lengshan was quiet, and everyone slowly turned their heads and looked at Li Xiaoguan, who opened his mouth, with an idea in his mind at the same time.

No way?