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"Your Majesty asked, why don't you answer?"

The shouts of important officials from Liuguo came from the pavilion.

An Bochen was still silent, but his five fingers holding the handle of the gun became tighter and tighter.

It’s not that he doesn’t want to answer, but that he doesn’t know how to answer.

Regardless of whether they faced the challenge, An Bochen and Mo Yunlou behind him would fall into a dangerous and dangerous state. Perhaps there were three Li Xiaoguan who had just arrived. The safety of the six people was pressing on An Bochen's back at this time, as if a mountain was heavy, which almost made him breathless.

The hot wind blew, and An Bochen's heartbeat couldn't help but speed up. He could not hear any other sound except the sound of the wind.

There was a silence inside and outside the martial arts stadium, and the people looked at the silent boy, wondering.

Could it be that this amazing Mo Yunlou An Bochen, who was rumored to be a magical one, wouldn't fight?

In a blink of an eye, the same thoughts arose in everyone's minds, and then looked at An Bochen. His original enthusiasm gradually became colder, his expression was inexplicable. Some people shook their heads and smiled bitterly, some people were full of regrets, and some people showed sarcasm.

The "power" that originally belonged to Amber Chen disappeared in an instant.

The so-called "momentum" sounds mysterious, but it is just what people want. Those with smart minds can more or less detect it, and both hostile sides in the battle circle can feel it clearly, as long as they are not fools.

The hand holding the gun was already trembling slightly. It felt that Sima Jin had been running around for several days and the power of the human harmony was gradually fading away. An Bochen's face turned pale and his forehead was covered with sweat.

"Amberchen, are you fighting?"

A few angry voices came from the pavilion in its majesty, but it seemed as if thunder suddenly dropped and exploded in Amberchen's ears.

His body shook violently, and An Bochen gritted his teeth. At this moment, he felt that the Wuxie gun in his hand was as heavy as a thousand pounds.

Since returning to Liujing, he has become a puppet. His appearance is beautiful, but in fact he is grabbed by an invisible hand. Wherever the rod is pointed, he will run away, running and exhausted. Although there have been constant adventures in the past ten days, he has seen many wonderful things beyond his imagination, just like the protagonists in the plays he envied in the past.

However, all this was not what he wanted.

All he wants is enough money for his family to live a lifelong worry-free way, a way to practice the dreams of young people, and then return to the quiet village, respect his parents, and continue to live his peaceful and stable life.

That's all.

But he went further and further away from control, and fell deeper and deeper. Now, he is carrying a heavy pressure and is facing a difficult situation in the eyes of everyone.

In the past, An Bochen envied those who were so popular, heroes and heroes, admired by thousands of people. Now it was his turn that he realized that those were just his wishful thinking. How many people could withstand the pressure of the glory in their true places?

My heart was thumping, An Bochen was sweating profusely, his face was ashes, and the little servant who was trembling in the secret room ten days ago seemed to be back.

The young man traveled to the capital for ten days, practiced the clouds, practiced Taoism, and traveled at night. He was even more bizarre than the stories in the play, but he was defeated back to his original form in today's martial arts field. Even if there were many adventures, I was just the son of a tenant family and a mere servant.

An Bochen thought numbly, his arms trembled, and his five fingers could not hold on to the Wuxie Gun, and it would fall in a blink of an eye.

A sigh came from behind.

An Bochen subconsciously turned his head to look, and the girl's face was full of disappointment. Perhaps it was not only disappointment, but also a hint of despair.

Seeing An Bochen looking at him, the girl was stunned at first, then forced a smile and shook her head.

Is she signaling me to give up this battle?

An Bochen thought to himself.

For some reason, his five fingers suddenly tightened.

The girl's tightly pursed lips and the unwillingness in her eyes gradually evoked An Bochen's memories for the past ten days.

If I give up like this, I can never do it again.

The ten days of Liujing were thrilling, exciting, bitter, and regretful, but more so that Amber Chen had never enjoyed pleasure. If he hadn't experienced it, he wouldn't force it, but once he had experienced it, he didn't want to let go so easily.

He wanted to leave this city and return to Yuanjing Village, but the person he didn't want to go back was him ten days ago.

An Bochen vaguely felt that, like ten days ago, he seemed to have reached a fork in the road. However, this time, he went back to his original form. Although it was a cliff forward, he was still the same as him now. Now holding the Wuxie Gun, he experienced a series of adventures and was walking towards another fate.

How can I take my destiny into my own hands?

That day, An Bochen asked Xiao Hou and Sima Jin. Today, he was in the martial arts fair in Liujing. An Bochen asked him silently.

Suddenly, Wuxie in his hand began to shake, making a roar that only An Bochen could hear, as if he was talking, and as if he was responding to something.

"Fight or not?"

Liu Jun asked again, and even the people gathered at the gate could hear the anger and impatientness in their words.

The warm weather turned into a heat wave and rushed towards Amberchen, lifting up his robe and flew away.

The spear in his hand roared and whimpered.

At this moment, An Bochen finally understood what Wuxie was talking about. It was unwillingness, its unwillingness, Sima Jin's unwillingness, and An Bochen's unwillingness.

He was like a puppet and was pushed to the edge of a cliff. How could he be willing to be a servant who was as small as an ant?

Taking a deep breath, Amberchen slowly raised his head, looked at the king on the shelf, and took a heavy step.

The people were excited, the ministers were surprised, and the Lord Liu's face was as deep as water.

"Some, Amber Chen, take the challenge."

The young man looked at Liujun, stood with a gun, and said neither humble nor arrogantly.

After a brief silence, the martial arts venue was boiling again, and the good show was about to begin. The people who had been waiting for five days were naturally excited and cheered.

But only the girl standing behind An Bochen looked at the not-tall figure in a daze, pursing her lips tightly, with a complicated expression.

"So, let's start."

Without looking at An Bochen more, Liujun returned to the seat with expressionless face and announced.

He only hoped that Li Lin could return with great victory and took the first step on the way to replace Duke Li, but the boy beside him stared at An Bochen without blinking.

Li Xuan didn't know why his father was angry with him, why he was so cold to him, and why he met him three or four months later, but he could feel the disappointment that his father looked at him. In order to make his father no longer disappointed, he always studied hard and rarely played. He had to copy an article at least ten times, and he was sure that he would not forget it again before he stopped. Even so, he still couldn't change his disappointed gaze. The last time his father smiled at him seemed to have happened a long time ago, and his mother was still there at that time...

Perhaps only if you guessed it and the boy named An won, will your father notice him and will not be disappointed in him anymore.

The boy thought simply, a slight smile appeared on his face, he pinched the corner of his clothes with both hands, and looked at An Bochen again, and couldn't help but feel a little nervous.

Li Lin on the opposite side had already stepped on the horse. As soon as An Bochen turned around, he heard the neighing sound. The Qin horse that had been with him for ten days was slapped on the back of the buttocks by Sima Jin and ran towards him in pain.

The dust rose and drifted in the sunlight, passing through the mottled and messy dust. An Bochen saw Sima Jin looking at him with a smile. His sweet smile as always was mixed with a look that An Bochen had never seen before.

The fierce horse ran towards him, and the dark horse body cut off the two of them's entangled eyes.

He grabbed the reins suddenly and lifted the gun to stomp. Amberchen turned over the horse. The horse stepped onto the agile steps, step by step into the martial arts field with thunderous calls.

"Sir, Li Lin."

Across fifty steps, the tall young master of the Li family picked up his maces and shouted.

This is a war etiquette and is also a prelude to the battle on the battlefield since ancient times, so it is impossible to neglect.

Wuxie was in his hand, the warm wind blew through his eyes, the white water and fire rushed towards each other, An Bochen faced Li Lin and clasped his fists.

"Some, Amber Chen!"

After two sounds, the competition begins.

The noise and cheers echoing up and down the teachings gradually became lower, and in the end, there was silence, and everyone was quietly waiting for the two of them to charge for the first time. Anyone with a little knowledge knew that the first time was crucial, and the winner's morale and confidence increased greatly, and even if the inferior did not recover, they would gradually fall into a disadvantage.

As he rode his horse around, An Bochen crawled slightly, clasped Wuxie tightly, staring firmly at the man and riding on the opposite side.

The fire-like battle wind blew towards her, making An Bochen breathe rapidly, a little nervous, and a little excited.

The previous worries were swept away. Will Ma Zhan no longer be able to interfere with An Bochen's determination? At this moment, all he thought about was the shot he had been practicing hard for five days and shot down the bronze maces.

Is there any kind of kings, princes, generals and ministers?

When Mr. Xiao is worried about whether he has anything to do or not, he always likes to come to him and mutters with a sarcastic look on his face.

An Bochen didn't want to be a prince, nor did he want to be entangled in this intriguing Liujing. What he wanted was to seize his own destiny and no longer become a puppet who went with the flow, that's all.

The two forces of water and fire rushed between the meridians in the body, flowing into the gun body along the palm of the hand. Feeling the gradually getting hot handle of the gun. An Bochen only felt that the blood flowing all over his body gradually became hot.

If you want to seize your own destiny, you may need to do a lot, such as power struggle and cultivation, but what you need to do now is to use the innocent gun in your hand to win this battle.

Inadvertently, the scene of Sima Jin handing Wuxie to him that day was about to look tired.

When his heart moved, An Bochen turned his eyes and looked.

It was already past noon, the sun was quietly deviating, the dust floated in the sunlight, and the young and girl looked at each other silently.

In just a moment, An Bochen turned around, slapped his horse's buttocks, facing the scorching sun, and grabbed Wuxie and rushed towards Li Lin fifty steps away.

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Chapter completed!