Chapter 633 Fish Banquet
An Bochen's face turned slightly pale. He sat down cross-legged on the wooden couch, took a deep breath, and then exhaled, "Nothing, but I found a way to restrain Xuanxian with a real fairyland."
"But you seem to be seriously injured." Simajin said with concern.
"After all, it's a new method. It's the first time to use it, and it doesn't work very well. After I'm perfect, it won't be like this again. An Bochen smiled.
Hearing what An Bochen said, Simajin was relieved: "What's the matter with restraining Xuanxian with a real fairyland? You just cut off Wang Ziyue's head with one shot. Do you know that Wang Ziyue is the first general in the heavenly court in the world. The heavenly court is not comparable to the three major forces in the four continents.
"In fact, it's not a big deal." An Bochen smiled and stroked the cute turbine on the back of Simajin's hand: "It's just that I have mastered the power of Xuanhuan Wonderland."
Simajin pretended to open his mouth exaggeratedly: "How did you do it? Although the vitality you have accumulated far exceeds the true immortals in the same realm, you are far from reaching the category of mysterious immortals.
"It has nothing to do with vitality, it's just strength. The purest power has nothing to do with skill, fate or will.
An Bochen said that when he stepped on the way of incarnating Zhou Tian, there was an infinite mystery in every sentence at this time.
Seeing Simajin staring at himself dissatisfiedly with his little mouth, An Bochen smiled.
He doesn't want to be mysterious in front of Simajin, but that's the truth.
An Bochen suddenly realized that he was on Guiyi Island, and set up Tianque on the immortal mansion. He even found the missing one that could restrict Xuanxian in the vast Zhoutian, and borrowed the terrible power from Zhoutian. Being able to borrow such a strong and unparalleled power is all because An Bochen established the way of Zhou Tian with his own body. The number of Zhou Tian is ninety-nine, and he himself is the missing one.
It's so mysterious that words can describe it clearly.
An Bochen calmed down, took a little rest, and then stretched out his finger to the eyebrows of his boss Ma Jin.
Sima Jin's delicate body trembled slightly, and she only felt a little cold and came in. At first, it was a little piercing, but gradually became comfortable, and her body no longer trembled.
An Bochen's finger poured all the way of Zhou Tian he realized into Sima Jin's sea of knowledge. Some of them are similar to the enlightenment, but they are more dangerous than the enlightenment. As long as one person between the two is inattention, or the heart is not opened, he will be torn by the sea of knowledge and eroding the soul.
After about two columns of incense, An Bochen let go of his hand. He opened his eyes and looked at Simajin. He saw that Simajin's eyebrows were spinning with blue and purple light, which was really beautiful. After a while, the blue and purple light faded away, and Simajin also opened her eyes.
"This is your mystery. I can't realize it." Looking at An Bochen, Simajin said.
"I know. So, I'm just showing you. An Bochen said, "I have become the representative of Zhou Tian. Under the sky, there will be only one representative of Zhou Tian, so others may also understand the way of Zhou Tian, but they can't understand my way."
"You are really bad. Even if others realize the way of the week, they will just make a wedding dress for you. There are thousands of ways on Sunday, no, it should be like the sand of the Ganges River, countless. But you are the representative of Sunday. You don't need to understand, just accept other people's understanding. Simajin stared at An Bochen: "However, if you want to continue to improve on the way of Zhou Tian, you must let more and more geniuses practice the way of Zhou Tian. You alone are far from enough."
"What do you mean?" An Bochen was a little hesitant.
"Insect the school, collect a wide range of disciples." Simajin said.
"This doesn't work." An Bochen categorically denied: "What I have learned in my life, I have never relied on a skill or secret book, nor have I consulted half of my master. I have asked for the way from heaven and learned it myself. In this way, how can I accept apprentices and preach? This road is not suitable for me. In addition, the world is about to collapse. Instead of focusing on establishing a school and receiving disciples, we should delve into the mystery of time and prepare for the near future.
Sima Jin stared at An Bochen, and his eyes were slightly joking. He looked directly at An Bochen a little uneasirable and turned his head.
"Yes, I forgot to tell you something." Sima Jin suddenly said, "When you took me into my dream before, you inadvertently let me see your dream memory. There is one person you never forget. That person may be the reason why you have never dared to accept an apprentice. I'm talking about Master Yan."
An Bochen was stunned, with a bitter smile at the corners of his mouth, and he didn't say anything.
An Bochen started from the recklessness. When he was young, he was stupid and blunt. After being enlightened, he experienced the world and experienced all the vicissitudes of the world. Therefore, it is difficult for him to meet a person who deserves his respect and admiration from the bottom of his heart. But there was a man with iron bones, who was convinced by An Bochen during the chaos in Liujing that year. In a sense, the old man Yan is not a master, but his integrity and character make An Bochen feel ashamed. Over time, it has become a shadow in his heart. If Sima Jin hadn't mentioned it today, this shadow might never have been exposed in broad daylight.
"This person should be a demon in this matter." Simajin looked at An Bochen and said, "It's easy to cut off this demon with your current cultivation."
"Let's talk about it another time." An Bochen shook his head.
It may be easy to end something, but people often don't do it or even want to think about it, just because they are afraid that they won't feel the wonderful feeling it brings after it is over.
"It's okay. Anyway, you will think about it sooner or later. Simajin said sullenly.
"Yes. When you peeped at my memory, what else did you see besides Mr. Yan? An Bochen took his boss Majin's waist and asked in her ear.
"Guess." Simajin broke away for a moment and couldn't get rid of it. She looked up at An Bochen and suddenly hummed, "Your Highness Lizhu's figure has always been remembered by you?"
"That year was just an accident." An Bochen smiled and saw that Sima Jin was annoyed, and his hand also slid down: "However, this time is not an accident."
From the bright moon on the sea, it is appropriate to practice the right time.
After another night, An Bochen and Simajin's yin and yang had sex, barely replenishing An Bochen's vitality.
The two were not in a hurry to go to Nether Religion and continued to play with their shipping business in the North Sea.
At first, they set up this bitter short boat trip in order to attract the attention of the underworld religion. Now the underworld religion has been hooked, but this short boat trip has cost two people a lot of money - the treasure treasured by Sima Jin, and the strange beasts that An Bochen has raised for many years, which makes it difficult for them to give up. Because of An Bochen's in the Underworld Religion, the record of killing the "defeated" Wang Ziyue quickly spread quickly. There were more and more seamen who came to sea in a short boat, including spies of all forces, and An Bochen and Sima Jin had no secrets they wanted to hide, so they let it go.
In a flash of time, a month and a half passed, the underworld religion seemed to suddenly disappear, and there was no news, let alone invited An Bochen and Simajin to return to religion, which inevitably surprised them.
"Tsing Yi, go and catch two-tailed flounder."
Simajin stood on the waterside, with his hands on his waist, and shouted to Xiaosi in blue, who was fishing on the boat not far away.
The little man was very clever and answered loudly, and then jumped into the sea.
Today's life is a short trip. In addition to Simajin, the boss's wife, and An Bochen, there are also three more maids, in blue, white and red. The name was taken by Simajin. The man in blue wears blue, the man in white wears white, and the man in red wears red. An Bochen often accuses Simajin of being too casual. In this way, the three little ones can only wear one color of clothes in their lives unless they change their name. An Bochen knew that Sima Jin traveled around the world and selected three talented little ones with strange bones to weaken his will. In the final analysis, he still wanted An Bochen to accept apprentices. An Bochen is not a person who will easily admit defeat, so the two are idle and bored, so they fight on the three little ones to see who will compromise first.
The days of waiting are long and timeless, and An Bochen and Simajin can only pass the time like this.
In a short time, bubbles appeared from the surface of the water. With a "bang", the five-eye fish flew out of the sea.
The ten-eye fish is shaped like a snake, more than ten feet long, with five crystal clear eyes on each side of the body, and has the title of ten-eye. This fish is the favorite of the gluttons. The fish is delicious and the soup is fragrant. Needless to say, the most delicious thing is their eyes. An Bochen and Sima Jin did not know that the ten-eye fish was a delicacy. Just because there was a poor fairy who came to ride it, there was no bargaining chip, so they traveled in the deep sea and braved the storm to catch two ten-eye fish for An Bochen and Sima Jin. They cooked on the spot. After eating it, An Bochen and Sima Jin were full of praise, and then An Bochen was even more intimate. Since I took action, I caught 3,000-tailed ten-eye fish and raised it in the shallow sea not far from the harbor. When I was in a good mood, it was a small smoat under the moon, which was a joy of life.
"Madam, the fish is coming." Qingyi laughed and threw the ten-eye fish over.
Simajin shook her head, put the five-eye fish in Zhu Kuang, and handed it to An Bochen, who was looking at the ancient books.
"Qingyi is free and easy by nature, but he is too happy to be strong and competitive. It is a big taboo to practice." An Bochen took the bamboo basket and said without raising his head.
"Let's make fish first." Simajin clapped her hands.
An Bochen took out two petals from the flower pot on the window sill and blew gently. The two petals rose in the wind and turned into two beautiful little chefs, but they were only the size of a palm.
"What can I do for you, sir?" The two little cooks bowed to An Bochen Yingying.
"If there are distinguished guests in the future, please have a good meal."
An Bochen squeaked his lips and waved his hand. The bamboo basket of the fish became smaller, and the fish also became smaller, which was enough for two little chefs to operate.
The little chef who changed from the petals happily took the bamboo basket and began to cook the fish. In a short time, the fish fragrance floated out.