Chapter 687 There is Mo Xilai on
Leaving the Lu family's sister and brother, An Bochen came to Sanxian Peak. At the head of Sanxian Peak, the white skirt danced in the wind. Simajin looked back at An Bochen, who was walking in the void.
"There is no need to blame yourself. It's not your fault. It's just wishful thinking." Sima Jin came closer and said with relief, "As early as in the ring, I could see that Qiu Jin was determined to die. Even if you save him, he would not live alone."
Hearing this, An Bochen smiled.
"Do you think I'm blaming myself? I'm just thinking about one thing. Why do I need to compromise when I reach this height and have today's power?
"Compromise?" Simajin shook her head and said, "This is not a compromise, but just a part of your layout. Don't think I don't know. You know from beginning to end that Qiu will die.
An Bochen was silent, with his back to the blue-gray Sanxian Peak. His face was also like undulating mountains, lingering with a dark color.
"It's true." An Bochen suddenly smiled, and the dark clouds shrouded high in the mountains floated back, letting the sun shine on An Bochen's cheeks: "But you have a wrong sentence. What I'm really good at is not layout, but demolition. See the bureau to dismantle the bureau, dismantle it back and again, for my own use, just like this game.
"Well, it's just a slip of the tongue." Sima Jin curled her lips. She walked to An Bochen and said with her back, "Now that Qin Yu, the god of lightless swords manipulated by Jiu Chenjun, should have turned to the heavenly court. Even if the people in the heavenly court have doubts, Qin Yu's identity was exposed in front of so many people, and he killed Qiu in anger. I forgive Wang Zishan's cunning again. I can't find any flaws. I'm just curious why you killed the fake Qin Yu three days ago.
"Guess." An Bochen smiled.
Sima Jin stared at An Bochen and frowned and thought about it.
"I can't guess." For a moment, Simajin spread out his hand.
An Bochen shook his head with a smile: "It's not for anything else. It's just that I'm not angry with Jiu Chenjun's despicable means. Qin Yu did what he did by any means. He just wanted to kill him to relieve his anger."
Simajin was stunned. She looked at An Bochen in a little astonishment, and her beautiful eyes gradually became happy.
"So, the gun lead you've been wanting has finally been found?"
An Bochen's Zhou Tiansi Elephant Magic Gun has not been completed yet. What is missing is only the gun - the blood in the cavity. However, all immortals who have cultivated until the age of 300 have become worldly wisdom. The immortal realm is forgotten about the mortal world, and the true fairyland is beyond the world. How can such a fairy have a cavity of blood? But An Bochen's gunway pays attention to the beginning and again. In the end of his practice, he always returns to the beginning. Therefore, if he wants to achieve the four elephants of the week, he must ignite the blood in the cavity and be as excited as when he was a teenager.
"None yet." An Bochen shook his head and said, "There is still a little bit of heat, and it can't be completely aroused."
Simajin didn't say a word and looked silently at the green mountains in the distance. I don't know what he was thinking.
"What are you thinking about?" An Bochen asked.
"It suddenly occurred to me that your current process of pursuing blood is like looking for the lost years and wanting to repeat your youth." Simajin raised her head and said.
Hearing the words, An Bochen's heart moved.
He suddenly remembered the isolated island of the gentleman's country that year. The skill stone tablets on the island without exception exuded the smell of ancient vicissitudes. People with clear eyes can know at a glance that these stone tablets have a long history. Only a stone tablet is not like that. There is no faint breath from it. It always maintains a peaceful and detached breath, as if it will never grow old. There are only two words written on the stone tablet, reincarnation.
The reincarnation of the three snake palms in the gentleman's country is also the legacy of the founder of the gentleman's country. Now the identity of that person has gradually become clear. He is the strongest man surnamed Zhou, the man in the history who created the first family of heaven and earth at the end of ancient times.
"If I am a chess piece and they are chess players, then everything should be placed on their chessboard, from the beginning to the end. When I arrive at the Kingdom of the Gentleman, is it also a predestined thing to see the ancient skills? And I shot..."
"What are you talking to yourself?" Simajin asked.
"Nothing, I just figured out something else." An Bochen calmed down, his heart was exhausted, and he said lightly.
With a long-sleeved trembling, a virtual figure appeared in front of An Bochen, who was the yuan god of old Qiu.
"The innocent brother is really a great power to save my yuan god under the sword of the lightless sword god." Lao Qiu sighed with a sigh of self-deprecating in his tone: "Thinking about it, there are only a few real immortals in the world who can despise the lightless sword so much. In those years, the silver gun across the Tianhe River didn't expect to walk with Lao Qiu for so many days, which is not in vain."
The body is dead, and the yuan spirit is potent. It is not beyond An Bochen's expectation that Lao Qiu can come up with the identity of An Bochen.
"Lao Qiu, since you have a big revenge, you should have no regrets in this life. Now that the body has been destroyed, do you want to be reincarnated, or do you want to disappear? An Bochen didn't say hello and asked directly.
Simajin, who was beside him, looked at An Bochen and moved his mouth, but said nothing.
The culprit who killed Lao Qiu's comrade-in-arms is Jiu Chenjun. As for Qin Yu, he is just a puppet. An Bochen doesn't want to tell Lao Qiu the truth. Although Sima Jin can understand, he inevitably has a trace of strange emotions in his heart.
Qiu hit the seal and was silent. As Simajin said, he did not intend to leave Longbei Mountain alive. Now that the great revenge has been avenged, his heart is even more empty. As soon as the mountain that pressed him for many years collapsed, he was a little at a loss.
He had always felt guilty of abandoning Wu Hao and running for his life. He wanted to die completely, but after being saved by An Bochen, he was a little reluctant.
It was not a fear of death, but a kind of enlightenment after experiencing from birth to death and from death to life, which made him suddenly cherish the hard-won fresh air and warm sunshine.
At the peak of the Three Immortals, the sun is shining and the wind is gentle.
An Bochen stared at Qiu's changing vicisine, and suddenly stroked his palm and said, "It's not like this. I have a palace and a lack of a gatekeeper. If you can't figure it out for a while, you might as well go to my palace for a while. First, to reflect, second, my palace is the same as the magic array I laid for you before, which can transform time and be used for practice.
When you go to the fairyland and the real fairyland, practice is almost cost-effective. Even if Lao Qiu's body was dead and there was only the yuan god left, he was still stunned when he heard the second half of An Bochen's words, and then he smiled bitterly.
"It's good."
Lao Qiu's yuan god bowed to An Bochen. An Bochen didn't say much. He raised his arm and recruited Lao Qiu into the Zhou Tian Palace.
"It's really not regular for you to find the gatekeeper of Zhou Tiangong. The previous Wang Ping is a sinister villain, and this Qiu Yin is an open and righteous person. The only thing that the two have in common is that they only have the yuan god... Old Qiu, do you want to refine him into a Taoist soldier? Simajin asked.
"Of course not." An Bochen said.
"Do you really choose the gatekeeper of Zhou Tiangong only by chance rather than their own ability?" Simajin shook An Bochen's arm and asked persistently. To this day, the situation has turned back a little. It is no longer Sima Qin who is selling things, but often An Bochen.
An Bochen smiled and said nothing. He looked at the sky until it was almost evening in the afternoon.
"Let's go. The real fairy race is about to begin.
Sima Jin knew that he could not pry open An Bochen's mouth today, so he had to give up.
The two strolled a few steps on the Sanxian Peak, and then flew to the square in front of the hall.
An Bochen is still thinking about the relationship between reincarnation and his Zhou Tian's four elephant magic guns, and Sima Jin is looking forward to the next real fairy competition while thinking about the relationship between An Bochen's chosen gatekeeper for Zhou Tiangong.
Neither of them noticed that with their backs to their west, the sky suddenly turned red.
Before the evening comes, there should be no red haze, and it is strange that there is still a little blood smell in the red haze. The West is the holy place of the Buddha's spiritual mountain. The only quiet place in this era should not be stained with blood.