"ah......"

At dawn, a harsh scream came from Zhuque Street, and hundreds of roosters in Liujing were pressed down on the dawn.

Zhuque Street, the seventh floor of Moyun Building.

The girl blushed and covered her mouth tightly. The boy with her upper body opposite her looked at her in confusion, as if she didn't recognize her.

There was silence inside the building, and the needle could be heard. The young girl stared at her big eyes.

After a long time, An Bochen realized that he was about to speak, but he felt something abnormal in his lower abdomen. Looking down, he saw a thing that he had never seen before standing tall, wet his clothes and clear outline. An Bochen was suddenly stunned. Thinking of the scene the girl saw when she came in, her face turned red and fell down from the bathtub with a "thump".

This fall completely shattered the once-in-a-lifetime opportunity that Anbochen had found. Not only that, he even threw away the fetal breathing method. He thrust three or four times in the bathtub and choked five or six saliva. Then Anbochen struggled to stretch out his head.

But he only dared to show his head, his body was huddled in the bathtub, and An Bochen's face turned red and his eyes were wandering.

The morning breeze blew across the wind chimes hanging on the eaves, making a "rake" sound. In addition, the seven-story building is silent.

The young man curled up in the bathtub, looking out the window with clouds flying and cold water pouring on his head, and his consciousness gradually became clear.

The scene in the dream flew across his eyes, but An Bochen knew that it was not a simple dream, it was clearly a dispute between water and fire in his body. The immortal man sighed in the immortal man, and he didn't know that he was the immortal man. The time seemed to be much longer than in reality. Duke Huo's white fire was injected last night, but the white-haired old man said that it was attacked last year, and the essence fire of Liu's family was preserved at noon yesterday, but it was said that the old man surnamed Jing was five years ago, and the invisible water was obtained by taking elixirs four years ago. The beautiful water god said that she had been here for 15,000 years ago...

After a rough calculation, An Bochen realized that one hour in reality corresponds to a year of mountains and rivers in his body.

Taking a deep breath, An Bochen dissipated the trance in his mind and couldn't help but recall everything he encountered today. It seemed like his great luck and successfully obtained the opportunity to embark on the road of cultivation - the innate fire, which is no different from the adventure scenes in the play, but in fact it is thrilling step by step.

If it weren't for the essence fire left by Liu in the Shenque acupoint, how could he keep the Shenque acupoint in Duke Huo? If it weren't for Duke Huo to destroy the white fire of his Shenque acupoint, how could he compete with the invisible water and bring himself into the unexplained feeling that he still didn't understand. But if Master Li wanted to refine himself into a human pill and swallow it and quietly implant it into the invisible water, how could he leave those two strands of essence fire in the Zhuque Martial Arts Hall yesterday?

Everything seems irrelevant, but it is linked together. As long as the previous section is missing, even if you have a certain amount of innate fire, you will be unable to protect your life.

As she thought about it, An Bochen felt a little scared in his heart, his eyes flashed, and a faint fire flashed in his eyes...

An Bochen was as dazed as before, but he didn't know that falling into the eyes of the girl opposite her, but her mood was turbulent and it was difficult to calm down for a long time.

In that scene just now, even though half of the incense stick had passed, the "Red Fu Nu" could not erase it from her mind. What shocked her was naturally not the thing that the young man stood up, but the illusion that the young man floated on the water like nothing, and when his eyes were soaking, she suffocated.

At that moment, Hongfu Nu clearly saw the light of the morning light spreading on the boy, as if she wanted to isolate him from the world. And three feet above the boy's head, something seemed to be trembling and shaking, just as recorded in ancient books - "There are gods three feet above the head, breaking the great way of gods cultivating."

An Bochen didn't understand all this, but the "Hongfu Nu" who came from the first family of Wu Kingdom knew that scenes like An Bochen's previous one would only happen to the top-notch monks, such as the ancestor who had lived for countless years.

The ancestor once told her that there may be countless paths to divine masters in the world, but only two have succeeded.

One is to go step by step like her and work hard to make a living. The other one, the ancestors did not say in detail, only said that it was a dangerous and dangerous shortcut, which can be as short as day and night, and it will last for decades, but it is always in danger of life and is banned by the five great masters of Dakuang. Once discovered, it will be killed.

Looking at An Bochen in a daze, Hong Funu was in a complicated mood. She vaguely felt that if she hadn't called that, just now, the little servant boy about the same age as her might have been able to break the three-foot god and become a divine master. Although it was a bit incredible, the infinite mysterious feeling at that moment made her believe it.

The little servant I picked up casually almost became a master in just five days... Could it be that I really have the fate of being a popular girl?

Shaking his head and smiling, the girl threw this inexplicable thought behind her and looked at the dawn outside the window with a calm expression.

silence.

The young and girl began to think about their own thoughts again, and no one spoke again.

I don’t know how long it took, but the long silence was finally broken.

"Why are you doing nothing to come and drink my bath water?"

"Where did you go last night?"

......

The two looked up and asked each other at the same time, and then their faces turned red.

"You have the nerve to say that I have told you before, asking you not to come to the Zangyu Hall. Humph, when I came back early in the morning, I actually saw you drinking my bath water. It was so embarrassing..."

"Hongfu Nu" joked half-true and half-falsely as usual, but before he could finish his words, he was interrupted.

"Why leave?"

Hearing this, the girl was stunned and then became silent.

There was a trace of anger and suspicion in An Bochen's question, which had almost never happened a few days ago. Of course, An Bochen had doubts, doubting the girl's life experience and her purpose, but he had never questioned mercilessly like today. The honest and honest servant could no longer see any shadow. In the morning light, although the young man sat in the water, his eyes were full of vitality, as sharp as a sword that had been buried for more than ten years, which made the girl feel a little uncomfortable.

In just a moment, the girl was bored. If another woman had seen this change in An Bochen, she might be curious and then develop a good impression, but she would never.

"Just pretend I was wrong."

The girl said expressionlessly, with a cold expression on her face, quietly hiding the object in her hand in her belt, and then smiled faintly.

"But it doesn't matter. From today on, you will be officially embarking on the road of cultivation. Let's go, take out your thousand taels of gold, and then hand over the secret book of the immortal to me. This play will be considered a performance. Let's leave."

The girl's laughter was as gentle as ever, but the estrangement and indifference inside made An Bochen stunned, and the indignation on her face faded, and she turned into the harmless little servant.

An Bochen was gentle in nature, and after a sudden fetal breathing, he became increasingly unsuspecting. However, seeing Hong Funnv who returned early in the morning, he couldn't help but feel annoyed. He didn't know whether it was because she saw her, because she had seen her, because she had practiced the fire, or because of the life and death disaster that almost made him desperate last night.

But now seeing the girl's unfamiliar eyes and the unconcealable indifference, An Bochen suddenly felt lost.

What are you upset about?

I have embarked on the road of cultivation and will get a thousand taels of gold. Everything is so wonderful... Could it be that I can't bear to leave her?

It turned out that I was angry just now because she left without saying goodbye last night...

The corners of his mouth were bitter, and An Bochen hesitated and did not explain. He swallowed the extremely thrilling experience last night.

It was originally a sky and an underground, she was a flying swan, and I was a frog by the river. In the words of my father, hehe, never let me get involved with those nobles. They would give you a cake, and you wouldn't be able to bear it.

Although my father's words are simple, they are full of truth.

I can meet her and get everything I want, and I have to ask for anything else.

"I'll take you to find the secret book of immortals now."

To calm his mind, as calm as water, An Bochen whispered.

The red-haired girl nodded and did not speak anymore. She just stared at the three-inch-long hole in the window frame and frowned.

That hole was caused by the white air that An Bochen spit out when he woke up.

The jade hall is about twenty feet wide and long, and Anbo Chen is about ten feet away from the window. The white air that exhaled casually penetrated the solid iron window into a hole, and no cracks were produced, which was enough to show that the white air was extremely fast and had enough force, even the heavenly cultivator was beyond the reach of the dust.

But when An Bochen did it again, it was almost impossible to achieve it. What he didn't know was that the white air did not dissipate after it penetrated the window frame.

......

The capital of Daqin, Fahua Temple.

Ten thousand monks all beat wooden fish together, and their voices were loud and the Buddha's name became stronger.

Qin State was located in the northwest of Dakuang. In ancient times, he lived by water and grass. Men were good at riding and fighting, tall and strong in body. After establishing the capital of Xianyang, they suddenly promoted Buddhism and were known as "one city, one hall, three hundred temples" among the Kuang Dynasty countries.

The monks in Fahua Temple debated the Dharma, which was very lively, with pilgrims shoulder to shoulder, people coming and going, but the backyard was deserted. In the backyard of the temple, there was a small Buddhist temple, and an old monk sat in the temple, which was ordinary and not astonishing.

"The country of Liu has changes."

After a long time, he spoke.

"Could that Duke Huo plays some tricks again?"

The old monk sat at the head of the monk, wearing a snow-white monk's robe, gracefully and outstanding. With the faint smile on his handsome face, he made him look more romantic and suave.

For the daughters of the Qin family, the first regret in their life was this young man who sat alone in front of the Buddha and recited scriptures with a smile all day long.

A ascetic monk in front of the Buddha, who had to let you down in his previous life, if he had the court of worship, the man with a long hair and a white head.

"No, although Duke Huo is strong, he is too old to achieve success. Just now, the divine master of Liuguo was born."

The old monk said this, and the young monk still smiled.

"So, Master wants me to go and check it out?"

"That's right, just when you're the first trial."

"I have been guarding the Buddha for 16 years and finally letting my disciples go out of the temple to try. Could it be that the world is going to be in chaos?"

With three steps in one word, the Buddhist son's mind was filled with wisdom, but the old monk sitting cross-legged face was as usual, as if he had already become accustomed to it.

"Go, don't commit murder. Amitabha..."

"good."

The young monk stood up, raised his robe, shaking off a thick pile of dust.

Just as he was about to step out of the threshold, he suddenly stopped and turned around. He looked up at the ten-foot golden Buddha behind the old monk.

The golden Buddha looked down, his eyes seemed to be open and closed, and a hundred feet of golden light was like a sky robe.

Suddenly, a gap was cracked from the young monk's forehead, as if he was open, and a vertical eye was exposed, looking directly at the Buddha.

"Okay, don't kill anyone."

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(A person's personality will always change with his growth experience, and so do Amberchen, so don't worry that he will be weak. Mid-Autumn Festival is coming soon, so one more chapter will be updated on Sunday night.)
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