Qi is located west of Dakuang, with Chen and Ping above and below. The Xijiang River runs through the border, with developed water transportation and prosperous trade, and Qi becomes rich. Because of this, the thieves in the West River claim that they are surnamed He gathered people to rebel, attack cities and plunder land, and gathered the wishes of the people. They often retreated in time before the official army comes. Until today, the king of Qi was furious and sent troops to occupy the Xijiang River and cut off the waterways in the southeast, west and north. The two countries of Chen and Ping have been intimidating for a long time and have suffered. Qin and Luoyun Province on the south bank of the West River naturally refused to protest. The border of Chen's army was unsuccessful. If the battle starts, the first one will be Chen and Ping. With these two countries as barriers, Qi is not afraid. He does his own way and does not give any face to that country and province.

The situation in the Xijiang River Basin is tense and there are often conflicts, but it is only about a thousand people. There are constant small battles, but it has never really started.

The two of them went upstream, and there were willows floating on both sides of the West River. Through the dense shade of willows, you could vaguely see the quiet but bonfire-burning tent. Occasionally, war horses ran out, scaring away a forest of night birds.

"A mere water bamboo can disrupt the pattern of four countries and one province, which is probably the first time in Dakuang's history."

Sitting opposite the bamboo raft, Amber Chen swept across the roads on both sides.

He said that when Emperor Kuang ordered Qi to pay tribute to the water bamboo, Qi chaos arose, and the current situation was inseparable from this matter. However, Qi was strong and strong, and its national strength was firmly ranked among the top three in Dakuan. A mere water thieves could even drive in and see the official army as nothing. Those with a little vision could see the tricks, let alone An Bochen.

The world is prosperous and prosperous for profit. The princes compete for power and do whatever they want to use, but they are not the greatest interests of the world.

"My friend An is such a bad word. There are so many absurd things from ancient times to the present. When the emperor is ridiculous, the world will also become ridiculous. Take three hundred years ago for example..."

Mr. Yi sat facing An Bochen, playing with the bird cage while smiling, "Do you know what the scholar is doing?"

An Bochen likes to read legends of gods and monsters. He has not finished reading half of the volume of "National Rites" and is not familiar with Dakuang's past history.

Seeing An Bochen's face revealing inquiry, Mr. Yi shook his head and looked at it: "That emperor is also a strange man, with endless fantasy ideas. Sanqian beauties in the harem were tired of seeing it, and he actually made a unique idea and ordered the harem to change to scholarly clothes. Later, warrior clothes, monk robes, Taoist clothes... all kinds of people asked the harem to change to wear. Women's men's clothing were unique, and he had a lot of fun. Unexpectedly, the women of the folk also agreed with their preferences and changed to men's clothing, but it was not

Everyone had a common habit of him, and the public was resentful. Emperor Kuang was furious in the palace and ordered that the people's women should be strictly prohibited from changing to men's clothing. He also ordered the prisoners in various places to be inspected. If a woman was tearing her clothes to make her clothes a warning to her, but the palace was endless, so how could the people be able to be? Even if her clothes were torn and her clothes were full of ugly appearances, they would still be banned. That year, Dakuang glanced at him and was all wearing men's clothing, and it was difficult to find a trace of women. Later generations sighed absurdly and did not stop until Emperor Kuang died."

"There are all men in the country, so wouldn't it become a man's country?"

An Bochen smiled and said, a figure with red hair floating in his gray sermon robe appeared in his mind. In his memory, the moonlight on that night had never been charming, reflected her tall figure on the ground, as slender and beautiful as the moonlight, and then pretended to be unfathomable, asking, do you want to learn Taoism...

"Women are tolerant to those who please themselves, but most of them are poor. After all, it is not because men are heartless."

Going upstream, the wind gushed, Mr. Yi on the opposite side sighed, and suddenly changed his voice and looked directly at An Bochen: "You probably haven't seen her true face yet."

Upon hearing this, An Bochen remained silent, and his heartbeat could not help but be a little faster.

Who else would she have in Mr. Yi’s mouth, but how did he guess?

He looked at Bo Chen with a sarcasm. Mr. Yi took out a fine wine pot carved with gold and jade from the bamboo box, took a sip on his own, and said quietly: "If you have seen her true appearance, you will definitely not want to see her again."

My heart suddenly became tight, and An Bochen felt a little annoyed for no reason, and endured the deep curiosity and doubts-or nervousness, turning his head to the other side, turning his ears to the other side.

It has been three years since An Bochen, but she has never seen her true face. Although she is also wandering around Dakuang, Sima Jin's soul is just a vague phantom, and it is difficult to distinguish her appearance.

I won't want to take a second look...

An Bochen tried his best not to think about it, but he could never get rid of this long-lasting words in his ears.

If her face hidden under the veil all day long is as Mr. Yi said, why was the Sima family used as a tool for marriage with the royal family? Because of disguise? But...

The cold wind blows from both sides, rolling up a bright white halo and sprinting among the willow forest roads. Time flies, and the bright light flows, weaving into fragmented but light songs, dyeing the night river green and bright.

An Bochen listened quietly and watched quietly, his long hair floated in his hair, and gradually, the complexity in his eyes disappeared, and passed away with the wind.

Looking at An Bochen, who turned back to the clouds and winds, and a shallow arc was raised at the corner of his mouth. He didn't know what he was recalling, Mr. Yi raised his eyebrows, looked surprised, and then he returned to his original state.

"It is better to not meet each other than to know each other. It is better to not meet each other than to meet each other. Unfortunately, there are too few people in this world who can understand it."

Mr. Yi sighed with a deep sigh of remembrance flashed in his eyes, regardless of Amber Chen who was thinking of Yiren.

An Bochen looked at the wind and moon on both sides of the Taiwan Straits and ignored the middle-aged man opposite him. If it weren't for the flying dragon, An Bochen would have kicked this annoying Mr. Yi down from the Xijiang River and left.

......Women are good at thinking and have their own actions. They are willing to be more innocent and crazy. I walk in the wild, and I am so arrogant that I control the country. Who is anxious because of whom? A gentleman has no self, but what I think is not as good as what I think...

An Bochen chewed softly, she liked poetry the most, with sadness in the excitement, but endless loneliness in the sadness.

What Baier thought was not as good as what I did...

An Bochen was reciting Sima Jin's poem. Mr. Yi looked at the slight river water and thought about his own thoughts. No one noticed that the bird in the cage that had been making trouble all the way gradually became quiet. The bird's beak aimed at the cage column and was also waiting.

The willow road on both sides retreats, and the white apes cry in the mountain stream.

After more than half an hour, the two of them and the no longer angry bird finally arrived at the Jiangkou. The mountain on the left bank of the river entrance was full of the sky gate, towering and tall, hanging under the cliff, something vaguely written on it.

"arrive."

Mr. Yi stopped the bamboo raft, looked at An Bochen and said, "From now on, I will go into the water a hundred feet across the stone formation, and half a mile will be my residence in Qi State."

Amberchen nodded without saying anything.

With an inexplicable smile, Mr. Yi shook his head and reached into the bamboo box, looking for something.

At this moment, a harsh voice came from the two, as if the bones were sharpened at the tip of a knife.

Under the moonlight is a white bird that breaks the bird's beak and flaps its wings and flys high under the moonlight. The blood dyes its beak red, which is shocking and hides in its charming spirit.

Mr. Yi is a strange man in the world. This ordinary bird cage contains ancient restrictions, which weakens the vitality of the monster. But he forgot one thing. Although he is a monster, his original body is a bird with a hard beak. At the critical moment of life and death, ants still cherish their lives, let alone monsters from the cave. The vitality is limited, and the bird's beak is especially there, and even if the bird's beak is abandoned, he has to fight. Mr. Yi came in a hurry, and he is determined to be afraid of the demon's power, but he neglected the original body, which allowed the monster to escape from the sky.

The white bird hovered in the air, staring at the two of them hatefully and chirping. Just as he was about to pounce, he saw Mr. Yi take out the demon mirror again, his body trembled slightly, hesitated for a moment, and turned his head and ran away.

"My friend An waits for a few more days, and when Yi catches the Jingwei bird, he will lead you to see the flying dragon.

Mr. Yi seemed to attach great importance to the escaped Jingwei bird, with a look of annoyance on his face, and said hurriedly, took out the Fenglei feather from the bamboo box and inserted it behind him, spread his wings and flew high, chasing Jingwei, and disappeared in a blink of an eye.

The night was very heavy. An Bochen looked at the Xiongshan Mountain on the left bank, rolled up the wind of yin and yang to pull the bamboo raft to the shore, and led the Wild Horse King to the shore.

"Bang!"

The oil paper bag fell from his arms, and An Bochen bent over and picked it up.

I couldn't see the flying dragon for a while, and An Bochen had no time to wait for Mr. Yi to come back, so naturally I went to Qin to find Wuhua first.

"Yes, Yun'er gave me this marching map. What's the point?"

Tickling his head, Amberchen smiled and opened the package, his brows suddenly frowned.

There is a marching map in the oil paper bag, but there is a piece of cloth sandwiched in the marching map, which says: "You will still be the stepping stone chosen by the legendary master in the next round. Be careful."

Huo Chuanyun didn't want An Bochen to know who was helping him, but he couldn't help but give it to him personally, so he used the marching pictures that he brought to her. Who would have thought that An Bochen was like him and didn't care at all, and did not discover the mystery until then.

He raised his head and put the oil paper into his arms, raised his eyebrows, and Wuxie was in his hand.

In the dark and deep night, the laughter of the wovens came from the distant shore, scattering the night birds in the forest.

An Bochen's expression gradually became cold, his eyes were like a cold pool, looking into the distant mountains, his arms crossed the afterimage, and his silver spear hit the ground.

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Chapter completed!