As soon as Sima Jin left, the An family and his wife returned to the house, closed the door without saying a word, and blocked the villagers who were talking nonsense.

Three years ago, An Bochen's family was a tenant of Mr. Li. They lived in a wooden house with only two or three bricks and tiles. Although it was not considered as leaking, it was also cramped and simple. Now the windows are bright and the bricks and tiles are brand new. It is not very good, but it is also clean and comfortable. At least it is considered a top-notch family in Yuanjing Village.

Even so, An Bochen was still a little dissatisfied. When he was in Liujing, he sent home enough money to buy a Yuanjing village. But his parents just renovated his house and purchased a few pigs and cows, but they didn't even spend one tenth of them. They didn't know what gold and silver they kept for.

Fortunately, the dragon meat I sent them seemed to have eaten a lot.

Looking at her parents who looked rosy and looked much better than the rest of the villagers, An Bochen felt relieved and a happy smile appeared on her cheeks.

"Baby, how are you not doing to the shopkeeper?"

He glanced at An Bochen who was "silly" and the more he looked at him, the more he felt something was wrong, and he said anxiously: "Baby, the girl is born handsome, but... but after all, she is a girl from the city and a rich man who runs inns, and our family..."

Before An finished speaking, he was interrupted by a middle-aged man shaking a cigarette pole on the side: "You woman are talking crazy again. Our child has been in Beijing for more than three years and has been a shopkeeper at a young age. How many can he have in our Yuanjing Village? His child has his own plans, and you don't have to worry about it. Besides, hehe..."

Dad An looked at An Bochen with a frown, took a deep breath of cigarettes, and said, "I see that girl is more or less interested in our children. Otherwise, how could she come to our house every now and then, and she still brings gifts every time."

"You're so beautiful, they're called affection and righteousness. Alas, they're a good girl, but unfortunately they came from the city..."

Seeing his parents quarrel endlessly, An Bochen curled his lips helplessly. Although he was beaten up, he also heard An Bochen's mixed feelings.

My mother is a native of Yuanjing Village. Her mother's surname is Hu. She is a typical villager. She emphasizes the idea of ​​being a good family. She has some cowardice and inferiority in her bones. An Bochen once had it. Her father was an outsider, whose real name was An Taiping, and she was known as An Laoyan. In the early years, she was forced to escape from Liuxi due to famine in her hometown. After finding two or three acres of land from Li Yuanwai, she took her mother. At that time, my father was in his thirties and was much older than my mother. Her knowledge and experience were also extraordinary, at least in Yuanjing Village.

An Bochen had imagined the scene when he returned home a long time ago, riding a tall horse with bright armor, followed by a group of tiger men, returning home in great honor. No matter how badly he was, he had to hire a few good carriages, bringing silk, satin, gold, silver and treasures, and returning home in a glorious manner. However, he never expected that in the end he would return to his hometown as a mere friend, without any possessions, and even "crazy" in front of the villagers, thinking that he would inevitably be laughed at behind his back.

Losing cultivation, losing fame and status, and being beaten back to its original form when you wake up, your life is nothing more than the ups and downs.

Shaking his head and looking out the window with sunny weather, An Bochen's frown gradually stretched out, and a trace of light appeared between his eyebrows.

There are countless examples of gain and gain on the way, and there are countless cases of gaining and gaining again. As long as it is still there, it is no big deal.

Thinking of the revenge Sima Jin said before leaving, An Bochen felt warm. He was a little confused before, but now he reacted. With Hongfu's temperament, Emperor Kuang accidentally made such a trick. He would not give up anything, but more people seemed to want to avenge him.

A strong sense of warmth rose from the bottom of my heart and spread all over my body. Suddenly, Anbochen's back trembled slightly, and a hint of joy flashed in his eyes, but he found something was about to move somewhere in his body. Although it was very weak, as if grass leaves were budding, it made Anbochen vaguely smell a breath of power.

What is the root of power? Mr. Yi asked An Bochen repeatedly. An Bochen had also thought about it over and over again, and now there is a new answer.

"Why did this kid smile foolishly again?"

As soon as he turned around, he saw An Bochen looking out the window with a smile. An sighed, touched An Bochen's forehead, and his face was full of worry.

An Bochen couldn't do anything, so he had to comfort him.

Apart from picking up some porridge in the middle, An Bochen spent the whole afternoon talking with his parents. The villagers in Liujing area were not eating after lunch, that is, they only had two meals a day to rest early. Except for spring and autumn harvest or during festivals, they hardly ate dinner. Before the evening arrived, An Bochen persuaded his parents to go back to the inner room. After the quietness was around, An Bochen lifted up his quilt and slowly went down to the ground. He moved his muscles and bones, his limbs were stiff and sore, but there was no pain.

"In the story made up by Hongfu, I was injured by a bandit a month ago. So I have been sleeping for a month and I don't know where I am..."

With deep thought on his face, An Bochen did not continue to say anything, and rubbed his palms tightly against his limbs and slowly rubbed along the meridians around the sky to activate the meridians and blood vessels.

After about half an hour, Anbochen's muscles gradually regained their vitality, and the blood flowing under the skin became hot, and his body was much more relaxed and sensitive than when he first got out of bed. Although Anbochen had not learned the guidance technique, he could understand the way of practice, and Anbochen knew the physical body as well. Although he temporarily lost his cultivation, he also knew how to restore the strength of the physical body as much as possible.

The afterglow of the sunset quietly enveloped Yuanjing Village, with beautiful mountains and rivers, slightly dyed by the orange sunlight. This calm village seemed to be covered with a soft felt blanket, with a warm atmosphere everywhere.

An Bochen exuded the turbid air in his lungs, sat cross-legged onto the bed, facing the sunset outside the window, his eyes slightly closed, leaving only a thread.

If he could still enter fetal breathing, An Bochen would be sure to recover his cultivation in a very short time. Although he could not observe the meridians in his body, An Bochen could feel that the meridians of the heavens were intact and were not destroyed in the fierce battle of Guannan Huangdao. He abused his true essence and released the nine heavens of thunder. Not to mention the meridians of the heavens, even the upper, middle and lower dantians may be damaged. It is really an incredible miracle to be able to preserve the root of practice now.

But with her there, it seems nothing incredible.

The corners of her mouth were slightly raised, and An Bochen knew that there must be Hong Fu's contribution. As for how she did it, she could only wait until later to ask. The most urgent task is to open up the fetal breath and regain her cultivation.

Inhale a breath of clean air, and then slowly exhale it. The breath is deep and deep. An Bochen quietly waits for the moment when the night falls and the day is born, and he is inevitably a little nervous.

If you cannot enter the fetal breath, An Bochen will have to start practicing from scratch, fire, earth, heavenly grades... and without the Immortal Palace, it will take decades to recover from the cultivation level.

Time passes quietly, as slow as three autumns.

Finally, the sky above Yuanhui Village was no longer so bright and soft. The sunset was setting at the foot of the mountain, the day fell, and the night fell.

An Bochen's heartbeat was faster, his nerves were tense, and fine beads of sweat emerged from his forehead.

Three years of success or failure only depends on today’s night!

"clang!"

A crisp and pleasant sound suddenly sounded, as if it was jumping from the head, and as if it was flowing out of the lower abdomen.

The lower abdomen trembled first, then it burst out with infinite vitality and slowly rose and fell.

The corners of his mouth were raised high, and An Bochen suddenly opened his eyes, his eyes full of joy.

Under the gentle moonlight, the colors of any scenery in the village are particularly vivid and layered. Every leaf swings with the wind, and every wisp of wheat ears dances clearly in An Bochen's eyes. Close his eyes, An Bochen listened to the singing of every insect in the grass in the distance. The wind penetrated the slightest sound from the cracks of the rocks and the leaves, and the swimming fish chased and played... In the end, every pore in the body could hear the sound of air flowing, and the feeling of feeling when sensing the heaven and earth came back, and it was clearer than before. It was not just a five-await investigation, but more like observing the world where An Bochen lived from all angles.

All cultivation was lost, and the way of fetal breathing did not retreat but advanced, because at this moment, An Bochen, who had no trace of vitality in his body, truly replayed the state of the baby's mother and fetus.
Chapter completed!