Not long after the carriage left, a man stood up from the tea stall opposite the Zhuque Martial Arts Hall, wearing a long black jacket and a small round hat, looking like an ordinary old man. At this time, he was looking at the carriage away in confusion, with a pair of triangular eyes brightly.

"The young master is getting more and more wrong. He doesn't care about business or go to drink tea early in the morning, so he actually brought the two little kids to the Zhuque Martial Arts Hall, staying there all morning."

The old man muttered, and the scene of the scene when he left the young master yesterday was rising. He looked unsatisfied. He nodded with him and took An Bochen upstairs. In the past, when the young master returned from a trip, he would always ask about business matters first, and then drink a pot of good tea, and finally climb the house to spend gold. He had already put the brewed musk tea at the entrance of the hall, but the young master ignored it.

In addition, there are many strange things. This time, the young master brought four children and nearly twenty guards, but only An Bochen came back together, and even the carriage was missing. In this regard, An Bochen explained that the coachman accidentally drove the carriage into the river pond. The young master was angry and drove away the guards and servants, leaving him alone to call him.

Only a little servant can make up such a lie with loopholes.

The most bizarre girl was the red-haired girl. The eyeliner in the building said that she had never seen her before. She seemed to appear from the ground and suddenly appeared in Liujing, holding up the cherry blossoms and being noticed by the young master at first sight. But from beginning to end, the young master never asked for the five hundred golds from him, and she also stayed beside the young master, and lived on the seventh floor like An Bochen.

Judging from her skillfulness in holding cherry blossoms in her hand and bypassing the pillars as if she was familiar with the road, it is definitely not the first time she walked to Moyun Tower...

As he thought about it, the old man frowned deeper, let go of his sleeves, shook off three copper pieces, and no longer hesitated, and was about to walk towards the martial arts hall. As soon as he took a step, the next moment, he suddenly stopped. Within his eyes, a man in a regular dress quietly walked into the Zhuque martial arts hall.

"Huo Xiaosan?"

The man who walked into the martial arts hall was not unfamiliar with Mr. Xiao. He had a close relationship with Mr. Huo. Most of them were asked for Mr. Huo. The one who passed the letter was this Mr. Huo's confidant family general.

"Can the Duke be suspicious? This is fine, so I won't go and investigate."

With a sneer, Xiao Hou drooped his eyelids, hummed a small song, and walked leisurely towards Mo Yunlou.

Prince Li was a famous scholar from Liujing and even the Liu Kingdom. Although he was white, his family was rich. The ink-font-name Yaozhuang and Yun-name teahouse were all over the country. He also had a secret relationship with the ministers in the court. He was also a guest of honor for the emperor. If he had a few shortcomings, it would not be impossible to cause turmoil in the court. Not only did An Bochen not tell the news about his death, he also made a fake Prince Li with the daughter of the Wu family, which made him more obvious.

If someone notices it and is punished by Shangguan, it will at least be a crime to implicate the nine clans!

But at this time, An Bochen devoted himself to "The Art of Fire Practice of Civil and Martial Arts", so he didn't care about these things. Who knew that a wise man would make a mistake in a thousand thoughts, and more importantly, this was just a temporary solution that the mysterious girl from Wu Kingdom came up with. No matter how magical the Taoist talisman was, it could not replace a living Mr. Li. The more he dragged it back, the more flaws it would reveal.

As night fell, the hustle and bustle of the day gradually drifted away. On the Moyun Tower, a young man sat next to the low couch at the window, with a stack of books beside him.

The young master did not mention practice on weekdays, but in his study there was a thick stack of books about "The Art of Practice of Civil and Military Fire", mostly notes from his predecessors.

"What a strange young man."

Shaking his head, An Bochen sighed inwardly.

With his wealth, it is easy to ask a monk to build fire for one day. With the secret books he has collected, it is not difficult to become a master. Unfortunately, the young master is lazy by nature and has only a treasure mountain but does not know how to use it. In the end, he was killed by Wang Xiner and abandoned his corpse in the wilderness. These secret books also fell into his hands.

Subconsciously glanced at the smiling "Young Master Li" behind him. An Bochen couldn't help but be stunned, but suddenly realized that the death of Young Master Li was not just a secret book, but as long as he thought, he could get these seven-story molos and the big business of Young Master.

My heart pounded rapidly, and the cold wind sank into the window frame, gradually soothing the boy's restless heart.

"It was already unimaginable to be able to get a thousand taels of gold and practice. My father said that he was content and happiness, but being too greedy would not end well."

Taking a deep breath, Amber Chen murmured, as he inhaled in one breath, the lower abdomen burned again, and a trace of white fire flashed in his eyes.

If Hongfu Nu or Liu were here, they would be surprised to see An Bochen's appearance, and the white fire in his eyes was the mark of the heavenly monk.

An Bochen is naturally not a cultivator of the heavenly grade. How could the bloody plots in the play happen again and again? As Liu said in the daytime, An Bochen failed to build fire, but Liu didn't know that the two rays of essence he ingested did not dissipate as he thought, but remained in An Bochen's body, and was slowly wandering in the Shenque acupoint on the navel.

If the essence fire is used to build fire, it will gradually dissipate regardless of success or failure. This is the principle of cultivation. The consensus among practitioners over thousands of years has been broken by An Bochen, an ordinary servant. If everyone knows it, they will be stunned.

Just now, An Bochen took a deep breath, but he blew the essence fire in the Shenque acupoint, flashing out the Naruto, reflected in his pupils. Whenever he inhale, he could always feel that there was still a part of the navel that was hot. Although it was not as good as the essence fire left by Liu Jia, it made him feel refreshed and his whole body was relaxed.

An Bochen couldn't guess that it was his own innate fire, but he could only stay in the Shenque acupoint and could not be drawn out.

No one told An Bochen about this. Since his mind was opened, looking back at the four years he stayed with the young master, he always felt something was wrong, but he couldn't describe it. At this time, this strange thing happened again, and An Bochen subconsciously became a little alert.

"Since it is a secret book treasured by the young master, maybe I will find a solution."

An Bochen said to himself, lifting up a green candle lamp, sitting by the window lattice of the high building, and starting to read the books beside him.

"Theory of Dragon and Tiger Meridians..."

When he picked up the first book, An Bochen opened it curiously. A large quotation made him dizzy, but the next few pages were the meridian diagram of his body.

After a long time, An Bochen gradually realized that there were countless meridians in the human body, composed of meridians and collaterals. The meridians were divided into two categories: twelve main meridians and eight extraordinary meridians. Two of the eight extraordinary meridians seem to be very important. They were marked in red by the young master, called the Ren meridian and Du meridian respectively. The Ren meridian is in front of the chest and the Du meridian is behind the body, but they are not connected to each other.

"It seems that there is no solution."

An Bochen said in secret, putting "Theory of Dragon and Tiger Meridians" aside, and then turning on another book. This book is about the acupoints of the human body. An Bochen turned on half of it, then put it down, and grabbed it to the third book...

The night was long and the night was sad. The young man sat alone in front of the window. He had already read most of the books in front of him, but he still couldn't find the answer he wanted.

Most of the green candlelight was burning. An Bochen felt heavy eyelids, and he felt sleepy. He opened his mouth and yawned. He was about to take a nap at his desk, but at this moment, a gust of night wind roared and made a "scroll" sound, invading the building, but opened the book in front of An Bochen's hand.

As the pages flew, An Bochen saw his name in a trance. His heart moved and his sleepiness disappeared. He reached out to pick up the book and saw five words written on the cover - "The Strange Talk of the Great Kuang God".

"Things of gods and ghosts?"

An Bochen frowned, but he still turned on the page of the book and a piece of ink-colored letter appeared on the bottom of his hand.

There were four names written on the letter, which were the four servants around Li Gongzi. An Bochen was naturally among them. He wrote the word "water" under his name, while Li Xiaoguan's name was written with gold, and the other two people wrote with wood and earth respectively.

"Gold, wood, water, earth..."

Looking at the four words on the letter, An Bochen felt a little familiar. Suddenly, his eyes lit up, but he remembered that in the past three years, the young master had taught them to swallow elixirs and refine medicines. The elixir was taken once a month, and everyone's elixirs were different. The elixirs written on the elixirs obtained by An Bochen were just the word "water". But it only lasted for three years. At the end of last year, for some reason, the young master no longer asked them to take elixirs.

"Is it related to those elixirs today? Why did the young master ask us to take elixirs for?"

An Bochen was excited, but he flipped the letter back and forth several times, and except for the names of the four, he had no words.

His eyes fell to the page with the letter, and An Bochen thought in his heart, was it the secret hidden in the book?

Without hesitation, Amberchen began to recite in a low voice with the dim candlelight.

"In the year of Emperor Kuangqi, a scholar named Zhang was a scholar who was happy with Taoism and did not love affairs in the room. His wife hated him, so she led Zhang Sheng to a deep cave outside the suburbs and said that this cave was strange. Zhang Sheng was surprised and looked at him. His wife pushed him hard, and Zhang Sheng fell into the cave. Zhang was worried that the gods would blame him, so he threw himself into the cooked chicken and sheep to pay tribute to his husband. Zhang Sheng woke up and was hungry, but fortunately there was cooked meat to fill his hunger. After eating the chicken and sheep, he had some strength. Zhang Sheng found a way out, but found a cave on the sole of his feet. Zhang Sheng leaned over and climbed in. The cave was winding and narrow and wet. After climbing for dozens of miles, the cave became wider and a glimmer of light came. Zhang Sheng walked straight, feeling that the dust under his feet was like the fragrance of rice, so he picked it up and swallowed it, no longer hungry, and walked dozens of miles before him, and there was a high mountain flowing water standing on the mountain..."

An Bochen read it happily, suddenly, and suddenly felt a chill behind him.

Tickling his head, An Bochen didn't care and continued to look down.

The cold wind blew and the candlelight blew. The young man was relish and was full of energy, and he didn't realize the strangeness in the room at all.

Until a low voice sounded.

"How many days have you been dead?"

"Four......."

An Bochen replied casually, but before he finished speaking, he suddenly realized that there was a "buzzing" sound in his mind, his face full of incredible feelings, and the book in his hand fell to the ground with a "splash" sound, and his whole body felt like he fell into an ice cave.
Chapter completed!