Taking off his wet blue shirt, Amberchen changed into a black wide robe, lit incense, and opened the package.

Sima Fang Lian told three secrets, one of which was optional to Zhang Bushi and Wuhua, but it surprised An Bochen slightly. It turned out that the "ancestor" that Sima Jin often mentioned was also a divine master, and he was the only woman among the divine masters. An Bochen could not guess her identity. It was the fairy Feng who taught him how to "make bad" in his dream when An Bochen first wandered out of his body.

With these handles in hand, I think Sima Fang will definitely keep his promise. Even if he doesn't hand over the secret he has to Sima Jin, it will be difficult to be malicious.

He may be unwilling to give up, but he can do nothing.

Both hands were broken, and the tendons of the feet were swept off by An Bochen. He had no hands or feet. Even if he could climb back to Sima's house, his hands and legs would probably be destroyed so that they could no longer be scrapped. Even if he could be cured in the future, it would be difficult to lift heavy objects.

The blue smoke lingered, brushing the boy's unfolded eyebrows, purifying his anger, and then turning back to the little servant with a calm face.

The complete defeat of Sima Fang tonight, and the changes that happened to An Bochen could no longer be concealed. Zhang Bushi and Wuhua were all seen, but he himself did not notice it.

After breaking Sima Fang's legs and feet, Sima Fang has been a useless person from now on. An Bochen once dared not think about such a cruel thing, but now he has no blink of an eye. He makes a quick decision and makes decisive moves, and only feels that it is natural.

Of course, there is Sima Jin, but most of it is caused by this endless path of practice like blue smoke.

Experienced in the world is like a grain of rice floating in the furnace. Over time, after experiencing Fengsang and seeing through many things, it will naturally change. Although An Bochen has stopped at the 70-mile Liujing, there are many killings in the Liujing, and there are constant adventures, and all kinds of people, and various situations. As An Bochen set foot in the Liujing a month and a half ago, he flocked to him. If the world is a melting pot, then the seventy-mile Liujing will be like a small furnace, sharpening the originally silly An Bochen, using the obsession with practice as a weapon, floating in the small furnace of seventy-mile Liujing. In just one and a half months, An Bochen has been reborn, and the hesitation and weakness in his heart are burned away. Under his calm eyebrows, there is a heart that has gradually become hardened.

"I don't know if Hongfu would be surprised to see Sima Fang."

Blowing away the blue eyes that covered their eyes, Amberchen smiled and murmured to himself.

But he didn't know that Sima Jin was not the only one who was shocked. The entire Sima family was shocked by his two shots. Sima Fang was worried about the handle and could not tell that it was An Bochen's actions. The Sima family only knew about this and Liu Laoxiu, who was shocked to fall.

Taking a deep breath, Amberchen calmed down, took out the shrine in the package, and held it in the palm of his hand to look up and down.

This Dragon Lord's shrine is only the size of a palm. Although the sparrow is small and complete with all the organs, the Dragon Lord in the niche is lifelike, just like the one who is Xuande Cave Heaven. An Bochen knew that it must have been created by Sima Jin after painting it.

After playing for a few times, Amberchen stuffed the shrine into his arms, and the light fell to the package, and he saw a letter sealed in cowhide.

When I picked up the letter and opened it, the familiar regular characters were invisible, and An Bochen felt warm in his heart.

There was not much politeness in the letter, and there was no need for rituals between the two. The letter only wrote one thing about Master Yan's life and deeds.

"Is Master Yan also a master who doesn't show his appearance?"

Thinking of the old master grabbing the clogs and "chasing" him, An Bochen felt funny and touched the letter, which was four or five pages. An Bochen was curious.

If there was nothing important, Sima Jin would never pay so much attention. It would be fine, since he couldn't sleep tonight, and the situation in Liujing was a dead end. So he just took a look at Master Yan's great achievements when he was young.

An Bochen thought to himself, and filled the teacup, sat cross-legged on the couch, and whispered: "Master Yan has no merits and no cultivation, but is a great blessing. When he was young, his family was poor, and his biological father died early. There were only three fruit trees in his family. From the age of ten, Master Yan picked fruits in the market to sell them to his mother. At the age of thirteen, Master Yan stole the fruits and snatched the fruits. Master Yan was furious and argued with him. He was defiled by the thirty years old and dragged them to see the officials. The county officials beat the thirty-year-old, wanting to settle the matter, but he turned back to his home and his mother hanged herself. Master Yan suspected that it was caused by the thirty revenge, and he had no choice but to sue for complaints, so he sold the fruit trees in the house and buried his mother, but he did not expect the fruits.

There was a 10 taels of gold hidden under the tree. After Master Yan got the gold, he went to study in a neighboring county. He wanted to get the exam and become a good official in the future to benefit the people. On the way, he saw a woman selling her husband for her husband. Master Yan felt unbearable, so he used 10 taels of gold to pay for it. Passers-by laughed at him as he was foolish, but it was the mother and son who cheated on him and cheated on his fellow villagers. When Master Yan was frowning, a middle-aged man suddenly appeared. He said that Master Yan was simple and virtuous, and he was a piece of uncensored jade, so he asked him to go with him. When he arrived at a large mansion, Master Yan realized that the middle-aged man was actually a government official. Because he cherished Master Yan's behavior, he wanted to offer him to study in the palace..."

After reading half of the page, An Bochen shook his head with a bitter smile, saying that misfortune is the blessing of good fortune and the misfortune is the burden of misfortune. It turns out that this is true. Master Yan is also considered to be lucky and always escapes danger at a critical moment.

Thinking of this in his heart, An Bochen continued to recite.

"After three years of study in the palace, Master Yan won the championship every year, and everyone said that his future was promising. Unexpectedly, the official who provided him was suddenly in trouble, got involved in the court struggle, and was ordered to be confiscated and exiled to Mobei. After hearing this, Master Yan immediately gave up his studies and followed the official to take care of his family. Everyone said that Yan Baliang had great virtues. Ten years later, the official family could not stand the harsh climate in Mobei and died one after another, and only he survived. The official family of Master Yan had no choice but to go back to the mansion. It took two years to walk back to Shangjing from Mobei that year. Master Yan was twenty-eight years old, and then he was the only one who survived.

In that year, Emperor Kuang followed the example of the previous dynasty to promote virtuous virtues. As soon as Master Yan returned to Shangjing, he was chosen in a confused manner and was almost kidnapped into the palace to meet Emperor Kuang. The other "virtuous" were afraid of the dragon's face and respectfully, but he suddenly jumped up and asked Emperor Kuang on the spot why he harmed loyal and kindness. The ministers were stunned, and the "virtuous" were worried. The official who recommended Master Yan was even more scared to the spot. The late emperor had a good temper. Facing Master Yan who was jumping up and down, he just smiled faintly, and then asked him how to judge whether the officials were good or bad. If corrupt officials governed the people, it was good or bad. The clean officials were honest.

If the rule is in chaos, then he is a good official or a bad official. Master Yan was speechless on the spot and could not speak. He was familiar with the "National Relics", but after all, he had never experienced the officialdom, so he naturally didn't know how to judge. Emperor Kuang turned his laughter and scolded Master Yan as a corrupt scholar, and ordered him to be sent to death prison and never hired him. Just when everyone thought that Emperor Kuang was about to execute Master Yan, he seemed to have forgotten about this and kept silent about Master Yan. Master Yan stayed in the death prison for three years. Three years later, he was pardoned by the world and was released and sent to the front of the emperor. Emperor Kuang asked Master Yan if he understood it, Master Yan shook his head honestly.

I was so angry that Emperor Kuang picked up the motai and smashed it on the spot, cursing the corrupt scholars incompetent. The palace people around him were scared and knelt down one after another. Only Master Yan raised his head and said nothing. Emperor Kuang turned anger and laughed, pointing at Master Yan for a long time without saying anything. It took a long time to order people to drive him out of the palace. As soon as he left the palace, an eunuch passed the imperial edict after his feet. Although Yan Baliang had not been transformed in ancient times, he had a spirit of integrity. Although he did not give an official position, he named him the first master in the world, to promote education on behalf of the king and spread the state ceremony... Just like that, Master Yan was confused and sat in a carriage, holding the Emperor's Day, and traveling around the thirteen princes to promote education."

Sima Jin was humorous in writing and wrote in a letter, but it seemed like he was telling stories to An Bochen face to face. Thinking of Master Yan's reckless things when he was young, An Bochen couldn't help but smile.

Having been reciting most of the letter, An Bochen stretched his waist and looked at the groggy night, feeling a little sleepy. He wanted to blow out the candlelight and take a nap, but he was reluctant to let Sima Jin pass the letter in person. After rubbing his face, An Bochen continued to look down, looking ten lines at a glance. Master Yan, who was over thirty, not only traveled around the countries, but also went to the southern desert to fight with the army. At this moment, An Bochen's eyes fell for a period of time that was surrounded by Sima Jin, and he was suddenly stunned.

"Master Yan fought in the Southern Wilderness with the army and gave lectures in the rear army. Unexpectedly, the enemy stormed the rear army and disappeared. Master Yan disappeared... The soldiers searched for nothing and were about to give up when they saw a two-headed snake coming out of the river and carrying Master Yan ashore. The soldiers all said that Master Yan was influencing the demons in the Southern Wilderness and became more and more respectful..."

......

Under the candlelight, An Bochen looked surprised, and sighed for a long time, leaning on the back of the couch, looking inexplicably.

"The Qian Po is related to Li Zuo, and Master Yan must also save Li Zuo... Could it be that Master Yan is also an ally of the two demons? It is impossible..."

After reading the letter, An Bochen felt confused and felt that his original clear ideas were entangled together again.

He raised his head and looked at the sky. It was still early in the daytime and there was still one and a half days left before the fifth day of the twelfth lunar month... No longer hesitated, An Bochen sat cross-legged, held his breath and concentrated, his eyes slightly closed, and a black light came out from his right eye.

After leaving Moyun Tower, he held the sky thunder with one mouthful. An Bochen did not stop and went straight to Longquanfang. When he arrived at the White Fox Academy, An Bochen walked across the rockery stream and soon entered a bamboo house. In the bamboo house, Master Yan lay on his back, snoring, without any sleeping ceremony of Tol lying on his side in the "National Talisman".

An Bochen smiled bitterly and shook his head, looked at the whirlpool between Master Yan's eyes, and penetrated into it flutteringly.

......

When he dreamed of Master Yan, he looked up and looked around. An Bochen felt the tip of his nose sore.

The fruit trees all over the mountains spread out from the soles of Anbochen's feet, layer by layer, spreading straight to the distance.

Even though he is a hundred years old, Master Yan still does not forget the fruit trees at home. When he thinks of the fruit trees, he can think of his mother who pulled him up. Master Yan is truly the most affectionate and filial person.

And how long has it been since I got home...

The tip of his nose was sore, Lin Feng rushed towards him, An Bochen calmed down and shook his feet and walked forward.
Chapter completed!