(First update)

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As Sima Jin said, Mr. Yi is a very interesting person. He likes delicacies and seafood, but he hates gold and jade dishes, beauties, and also hates rouge and pink.

In Xijiang Mansion, the guest and host were seated. Amber Chen spoke several times and was laughed at by Mr. Yi.

Feilongjia didn't know where Mr. Yi was hiding. Facing Mr. Yi, who had a smile on his face, he couldn't show his strength. What's more, this was in his mansion. With his means, he must have many mechanisms. If An Bochen annoyed him, he would just be unable to take it.

His eyes fell on the plate made of Pu Su Jiangbei, and the fragrant Jiangxian was filled with the smell. Just a glance made people feel excited, but An Bochen had no appetite at this time.

After talking for a long time, Mr. Yi finally finished his "heroic deeds" of how he captured Jingwei and took off his wings. He took a sip of wine and was about to talk about how he refined bird wings for the poor wild horse king.

"Stay alive sir!"

An Bochen couldn't bear it anymore, and slapped the case a few times, suppressing the impatientness in his heart, and forced himself to smile: "If you don't give me the flying dragon, it's too late."

Sighing, Mr. Yi looked at An Bochen with a funny look, tapped the wine gourd with his fingertips, and said leisurely: "But with your current state of mind, even if you give you the flying dragon, you may not be able to rescue her."

Looking at An Bochen who was silent, after a while, Mr. Yi said: "The brave are fearless, and those who are determined to die are unstoppable. But even so, you will kill back like this, facing the tigers and wolves of the world, how far can the strong Dakuang go? What about you, do you want to show off your heroes, make a good reputation for beauty, show your ambitions by death, let her cry for seventeen or eighteen years, and finally slowly numb, forgetting your appearance. I only remember that there was a man named An Bochen who died worthlessly in order to make her cry and make her feel distressed and remembered. Or do you want to kill her at all costs and do whatever it takes to kill her sedan chair, take her away freely, and then you will laugh together for seventy or eighty years?"

Upon hearing this, An Bochen shook his body slightly, his eyes lit up, he stared at Mr. Yi tightly, and stood up and clasped his fists: "I hope Mr. teaches me!"

"Haha, I have nothing to teach you." Mr. Yi held the chopsticks and pointed at An Bochen, signaled him to sit down, took another sip of wine, and said leisurely: "Remember the question I asked you, where is the root of strength, is it God's will, destiny, or skill?"

An Bochen thought about it and heard Mr. Yi continue, "That day, you pointed to the heart with one hand and the sky with the other. I roughly understood what you mean, it was nothing more than saying that power comes from your original heart. How big and high the heart is, how far you can go?"

"Isn't it?" Amberchen looked suspicious.

After throwing the chopsticks, Mr. Yi sneered: "Only half right...a small half. The source of strength lies in the will of heaven, in destiny, and in skills. Although the original heart functions, no matter how lofty the mind is, sometimes it cannot defeat the will of heaven and destiny."

"Didn't the sir mean that everything is futile? No matter how hard you work or struggle, you will be destined to not change your destiny and will?"

An Bochen said with an unspoken face, looking at Mr. Yi, and saw him shaking his head with a smile.

"My friend An, why do you think those who practice Taoism need to practice Taoism?"

"Change your destiny?" Amberchen thought for a moment.

"What kind of fate will be changed?"

"Change...change the fate that is controlled by Yuanshou, change the fate that is controlled by the body." An Bochen replied.

Mr. Yi smiled and nodded, "After all, practicing Taoism means changing, from a mortal to a god, from a beast to a demon, and that's all, it's the same principle as Kun turns into a Peng, and cocoon turns into butterflies. Kun wants to turn into a big Peng just because it wants to fly, and the insects in the cocoon turn into flying butterflies is also because it doesn't want to live in a small cocoon anymore. To adapt to changes, no matter the will, fate, or skills, it will be different from before, and naturally can obtain the power it wants, like the butterfly flying into the sky."

Listening to Mr. Yi's mysterious words, An Bochen seemed to have some understanding, but he seemed to be confused by a layer of thin paper.

As the topic changed, Mr. Yi looked directly at An Bochen and smiled and said, "In order to gain strength, to master the fate outside of you, the will and skills, will you make such changes?"

Seeing that the mist in An Bochen's eyes gradually dissipated, Mr. Yi smiled and then said, "If you are kind and ruthless, you will become cruel and ruthless, so that you can avoid the misfortune brought to you by your kindness. If you are infatuated, you will become ruthless and righteous. You are too loving, not ruthless, but let it go for the time being, so that you can not be confused by love. If you are too worried, you will become free and unrestrained, and you will cut the mess with your fingers. If you think too much, you will only be confused by your own affairs. Why not throw it behind your head and only look at your original heart."

"The best among good, the worst among evil, the most evil among evil, the immortals follow the way of heaven, and the same is true for people living in the world. All the great ways are only between change and unchanging. In the end, as long as you remain unchanged, you can stick to your original heart. There are only a few people who can understand the mystery. If you can understand it, you will be able to gain strength from it, because at that time, no matter your destiny, heaven's will or skills, you will crawl on your feet."

After saying that, Mr. Yi picked up the wine gourd and savored the wine leisurely, not caring about An Bochen who was quietly thinking about it.

What Mr. Yi said sounds unfathomable, but in the final analysis it is just the word "means".

Those who are kind-hearted are self-righteous and disdainful to use ruthless and unrighteous means, so they are trapped by fate and will eventually find the power to break free from fate. Loyal and honest people are honest and honest, and do not know how to adapt, and few people escape misfortune. If there are more means and more flexibility, they may not be unable to follow the will of heaven and reverse their destiny.

An Bochen thought quietly, the water waves rippled around his eyes, and the past came back to his mind one by one.

It is true that over the years, Anbochen has changed a lot, no longer cowardly, no longer afraid, and no longer feels guilty when he kills the enemy, but in the end he is a little unwilling, and he lacks three points of flexibility and seven points of freedom. In fact, there is no need to be too ruthless or ruthless, although what Mr. Yi said makes sense, it is not completely suitable for Anbochen. All Anbochen wants to change is just the bit of constancy in his bones.

Practicing Taoism follows the heaven and earth, dealing with the world, adapting to the current situation, having roundness in the square, hardness and softness are used, and neither forgetting the roots nor sticking to the same pattern. Only in this way can one change the destiny and will of heaven that was born to be destined. One day, destiny will crawl at your feet.

The water waves rippled, and An Bochen's eyes gradually became softer, and the eyebrows became a little fainter.

"Thank you for your advice, sir."

Arise and bow, An Bochen said calmly.

"So, you go and get the Flying Dragon. It's not difficult to control the Flying Dragon. It's just that it consumes some energy. You can use that Flying Horse to pull the cart."

Mr. Yi smiled and waved his hand. The wooden armored puppet, which looked like a maid, walked out from behind the curtain and led An Bochen to get the flying dragon.

As soon as he walked to the door, An Bochen suddenly stopped and looked back at Mr. Yi: "Mr., he has extensive knowledge and superb skills, and has a good relationship with Hongfu. Why not go with An to save her?"

"Hahaha......"

Mr. Yi smiled and pointed at An Bochen for a while, and said, "Okay, the child can teach you, you learned so quickly. It's a pity that it's your business and her. I can only help you, otherwise..."

Mr. Yi didn't say anything further, and An Bochen didn't force himself, and followed the puppet maid to the back hall.

Withdrew his gaze, Mr. Yi shook his head and smashed his mouth.

"A seventeen-year-old boy saw through fate, will and skills, and matured so much. What a terrible thing."

"A wide range of knowledge? I have never published Dakuang in my life, I just saw too many similar stories."

After dropping the bowls and chopsticks, Mr. Yi stretched, got up, and walked to the niche in front of the hall, and moved the mechanism.

The niche seat turned upside down, and a niche cage appeared with a bronze plaque on it, engraved with the word "Tianya" and a thick stack of books was placed in the niche cage.

He took out the top book with "Da Kuang", opened it, and after skipping the long period of the year number change, he finally arrived at the article "Cricket Emperor". Mr. Yi thought for a moment, took a pen, turned over the chapter of Lu Fengqi, and wrote the word "An" on the blank page.

"Amberchen...If you don't die, you may be named after historical books in the future."

Mr. Yi murmured.

The "Cricket Emperor" chapter previously had only two names, one with the surname Zhao, one with the surname Lu, one with the lord of Dakuang, and one with the general of the heavenly country. Now he wants to write down the third name.

The pen fell into dust, paused for a long time, but it never continued.

"Forget it, let's wait until you survive first."

After closing the book and putting it back, Mr. Yi looked at the thick historical books with an inexplicable expression.

He is not a historian. He wants to record the changes in the world, big and small matters, but he doesn't have to. He just needs to write stories of one or two people occasionally. It is a little too lazy. In addition, Mr. Yi, who is used to seeing the stories of rise and fall, knows that in this era, past times, and those times that have not yet arrived, the fate of the world is often only in the hands of one or two people. Instead of writing a long and long article, it is better to write stories of these people in detail, which is both troublesome and interesting.

Therefore, there are very few people who are qualified to be included in the history books of the Eastern Realm by him. At most three or four people in each dynasty and generation are all stubborn and scattered. They use their own strength to seize the fate of heaven and earth, and the successes are among the immortals and gods, and they are proud of the heavens and the blessed land. The defeated are infamous for thousands of years, but they are ghost heroes.

"Ten years later, the immortals came to the East Realm. At that time, it might be the most volatile era in the history of the Eastern Realm. How many heroes can Dakuang produce who kill immortals and kill magic names to shake the world of the world?"

Sighing inwardly, Mr. Yi shook his head and pulled the mechanism.

"Amber Chen..."

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"Amber Chen..."

Shangjing, more than a thousand miles away, is surrounded by white marble dragon sculptures. Some people are also talking about the same name on the top of the Thousand Acres of Heroes of the Palace.

However, the emperor was angry and thunderous, and the blood sea of ​​corpse mountain.

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Chapter completed!