In just a few days in the Southern Wilderness, An Bochen saw a very strange man, Jiuchenjun, who had a finger-blinking layout technique, perhaps he could also be called an "old acquaintance" who had never lived in his life.

After entering the game and breaking the situation, An Bochen's mental strategy improved rapidly. Perhaps it was better to play Jiuchen's master in his palm, but he had a deeper understanding of Jiuchen's methods.

The blinking technique is not only an extension of time, but also a horizontal direction. Every time Jiuchenjun makes a move, every inadvertent move is meaningful. In other words, he is used to killing three birds with one stone, or even more.

The old man with red robe was seized by the old man in the red robe. Jiuchen made a clever plan, so General Kuang and the monk Mobei were seriously injured and completely destroyed. On the surface, he had achieved his goal and was perfect. No one could find any problem, but An Bochen always felt that he had a deeper purpose in doing this.

Throwing a stone and destroying the two enemies may be a proud thing for others, but for Jiuchenjun, it can only be considered an err.

"Xiao Anzi, you're thinking too much. No matter how powerful Jiuchenjun is, he is just a mortal. It's a last resort to take over the old man in red robe. The chess game he has set has been disrupted by us. What can we do now is just taking one step at a time and dealing with it when we see it."

Sima Jin weighed the matter, and she also vaguely felt that what An Bochen said made sense, but she and An Bochen were in the upper hand now and the situation was very good. She didn't want to disrupt the rhythm of the two because of Jiuchenjun's attack this time and regenerate bolan.

Seeing that An Bochen was still thinking, Sima Jin frowned slightly and shook An Bochen's arm: "Don't think about it. If you are not at ease, you can continue to stare at him. The enemy is obvious and I am secret. It seems that no one will come to this witch temple again. We just need to be a good orchid."

"That's right." An Bochen smiled and nodded.

The moonlight shone from the dome, and was snatched by the mercury trough, reflecting it in all directions. The Wu Temple also became crystal clear, with silver light dots, adding a little bit of beauty that the two had never noticed before.

Until tonight, the busy trip to the Southern Wilderness seemed to have a chance to breathe. The overall situation was in control and everything was done step by step, and An Bochen and Sima Jin also felt relieved.

The eyes of each other inadvertently touched each other, and both of them were stunned. They were so close that they could hear each other's heartbeats.

Looking at the girl who was so close to her, An Bochen suddenly felt dry mouth and tongue, and a throbbing that he had never experienced before, and his eyes became chaotic.

"Stop thinking about it, I can't relax these days. I'll go to sleep for a while."

With a light cough, Sima Jin avoided An Bochen's gaze and walked towards the east side of the temple hall as if nothing had happened.

Yu Guangzhong saw An Bochen still standing stupidly. Sima Jin held back his smile with a tense face. However, the next moment, a trace of complexity flashed in her eyes.

The hero tomb in the Gentle Country, whether Xiao Anzi is a hero or not, but when he is with him, it seems that there is no good thing. On the contrary, after he is separated from him, he has made many amazing moves. Liujing broke through the situation and eliminated the two demons, fled thousands of miles away and lost in a hundred battles but failed, and one person and one shot to kill the wild path. His cultivation level also broke through from the original fire to the heavenly grade. Now that the two are together again, Xiao Anzi lost his cultivation level, and he is trapped in the Southern Wilderness. Why did he become like this?

Sima Jin did not believe in fate, nor did he believe in anything destined or not, but when these things happened to An Bochen by chance, Sima Jin couldn't help but remember what his ancestors said to her that Fireworks Festival.

Until three years ago, Sima Jin never cared about those words, but now she can't help but think of them, which always makes her feel upset.

Fortunately, she is not the kind of woman who is so pretentious that she has nothing to do to bury flowers.

With a long sigh, Sima Jin looked at An Bochen, who was sitting cross-legged, smiled faintly, and withdrew his gaze.

The next day was very peaceful. After each step back, the Nandi and Wu Temple had already been in peace. Li Xiaoguan knew that his fate was difficult to break, and he stopped making trouble. He pretended to be a charlatan to cheat food and drink. However, occasionally he would think of the princess Duoduo who was unknown where he was. Princess Yilong was wandering around the Dongshan area like a headless fly. Zhang Bushi and Wuhua continued to quarrel. Guan Yunyi and Yin Xin were raising their energy, while Jiuchenjun and the strange people also stopped, as if they wanted to spend the last two days safely.

However, just as An Bochen had expected, Jiuchen did not disappoint him in the end, with at least three birds per stone, and the third bird had settled, not in the southern wilderness, but in the distant north.

There is a desert in the north, and there are many heroic children in the vast sea. Of course, this is just a joke in the storytelling.

The real desert north has only the scorching sun, the hot wind and sand, and the thirst of the traveler and the camel horse in the vast sea - now they have turned into white bones, and perhaps they also have bizarre stories, but they have nothing to do with the romantic jokes of heroes and children.

Dakuang has five provinces, Lingnan, Dongyuan, Zhongdu, Luoyun and Mobei. The governors of each province can be called uncrowned kings. Although their status is not as good as those of the princes, their power is not much worse. And being an official in a province is much more comfortable than in Shangjing or the vassal states. There is not so much red tape, and there are no princes and grandchildren who do not take them seriously. What many young officials most want is to move to the province to serve as a half-office. But among the five provinces, there is only one exception. Officials would rather live in the vassal states with their tails than go there, the Mobei province that drives a large number of officials crazy every year.

It is not so much a province as a long pass.

The original intention of establishing the Mobei Province was to prevent the alien races in the north. The fundamental purpose of the province was to support the border army. In order to make the Mobei Province self-sufficient, Dakuang migrated to many families every year. Who would willingly go there in the bitter and hot places in the Mobei Province? Later, it turned into the retaliatory offenders of exile. Just like the family of Master Yan's benefactors in the past, only half of the people who were moved to Mobei could survive. Although they could survive, they could not return to the Central Plains. They had to take root in Mobei year after year, get married and have children. Gradually, the Mobei Province became more and more decent.

The people of Mobei who live in such an environment are naturally fierce. What makes the officials headache is not only the residents of Mobei, but also those alien races, but the bandits in Mobei who are ruthless in the name of alien races. These are those who are cruel and ruthless in regards to human lives. If there are more than a thousand troops, the Mobei Province can still send troops to encircle and suppress them. If there are fewer than a thousand people, riding a flying camel while riding a wind and sand, they will really come and go without a trace. The Mobei army often cannot even catch half of the shadow.

Fortunately, there are not only bandits in the desert, but also ascetic monks.

There are two types of asceticism in Mobei. One is from Kuangmin, the other is from a foreign race, and the more is from a mixed race between Kuang and foreign races.

No matter which one is, they are the nemesis of the bandits. Thanks to their actions, the Mobei Province can survive and breathe, day after day, year after year, serving as the gateway to the northern end of the empire.

The strong wind swept across the desert, and a handful of dark red gravel was turned into more than a hundred big hands in a moment, attacking the scattered bandits.

The eyes were filled with fear, the bandits roared shrillly and ran desperately. This was just an instinctive action, and their hearts were already filled with despair.

They never expected that this person would suddenly appear in front of the nest. He seemed to be here to kill people. For no reason, he would kill people when he saw them. There was nothing else on his cold and hard face except indifference.

Blood splashed everywhere and a large area of ​​gravel dyed red. At almost the same time, more than a hundred bandits fell off their hunchbacks, and there was no sound after a "thump".

The flowing wind scattered from the middle-aged man's breath, whirling the sand and gravel, bit by bit, as if time was passing.

The middle-aged man stood quietly on the edge of the oasis. He looked up at the sky, his whole body as if he was a sculpture. Behind him was the messy bandit nest, with more than 500 incomplete corpses lying. This was the seventh bandit nest he wiped out in one morning. He had never known the hiding place of the bandits in the desert, but he had never caused trouble. For him, the existence of bandits was a very meaningful thing. It could not only hurt the vitality of the Mobei Province, but also force officials from Dakuang to practice hard and respectful to Mobei, but also hone the young monks. They kill two birds with one stone. Just like a big rat in the granary, it is useful, so why do you need to kill them all?

But just last night, eighteen oil lamps in the cave were extinguished at the same time, including the brightest one in front of the seat.

Amid the panic-eyed eyes of the disciples, he sat motionless all night. After a night, most of his hair turned white.

Three hundred disciples prostrated themselves with tears, but they saw shocking blood stains.

Coughing blood, he looked at the white sky and stood up. He walked out of the cave for the first time in three years. Before leaving, he looked back and saw the oil lamp on the central main seat shaking, but was blown by a gust of wind from nowhere.

After a glance, he no longer nostalgic. He stepped on the morning light and successively pulled down seven bandit nests to vent his sadness and anger.

He lost his son in his prime, and even his heart of Tao was once as hard as a rock on the Mo Peak, he has now become vulnerable.

Walking all the way, killing all the bandits. The Mobei army who rushed over to hear the news looked at it from afar, but no one dared to get close.

If the Governor of Mobei is the uncrowned king of Mobei Province, then Venerable Moyun is the king of Mobei asceticism.

Looking up at the sun that had risen to the center, Venerable Moyun bent down and scooped a handful of water and poured it on his face. A face of Kuangren reflected in the spring, but it was much thicker and darker than that of Kuangren.

"Southern Wilderness"

I have never spoken the scriptures for many years. At this time, even Venerable Mo Yun himself felt extremely unfamiliar.
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