The sky was blushing, as if the night clouds were burning.

An Bochen opened his eyes, stood in front of the cliff of the mountain, looking at the huge waterfall that was flowing down three thousand feet, and stood with his hands behind his back.

His expression was extremely calm, his eyes were as calm as water, the wind tucked his long gown, and his heart was gone without any trace.

After a long time, he turned to the two gods standing in the distance and asked in a low voice.

"But is there any way to let me go to the Immortal Palace freely, and stay as long as I want?"

After the words came, the Fire God was about to speak, but the Water God took the lead.

"Diet years ago, Shui'er told the lay Buddhist that if you want to enter and exit the gods' palaces freely, you need to achieve the perfection of fetal breathing."

Upon hearing this, An Bochen frowned and asked again while thinking.

“So, how can we increase the length of each stay?”

"Since the layman already has an idea, why ask more questions?"

With beautiful eyes, the enchanting and beautiful water god said with a smile.

Without asking questions, Amber Chen looked at the waterfall in a blink of an eye, looking inexplicably.

This time I entered the Immortal Palace again, unlike the previous few times. An Bochen only felt that his mind was much clearer. Although the things outside the palace were still confused, there was something that always lingered in his heart and lasted for a long time, that was to quickly improve his practice and practice fire.

An Bochen knew that the Immortal Palace was a good place to practice, but he also knew that it could not stay here for too long, so he asked the Water God, but he did not get the answer he wanted.

Frowning, An Bochen thought carefully about the reason, but the deeper he thought, the more headache he had, the more chaotic he felt in his mind, as if the heaven and earth in the mansion that could not be seen at the end were only left to seize the idea of ​​time to practice, and there was nothing else.

Shaking his head, An Bochen was about to sit cross-legged when he heard the voice of the Water God coming from behind him.

"If a layman wants to save time, why not practice shooting skills here?"

“That’s right.”

The Fire God Interview.

"Just meditating cross-legged, I can only practice Taoism. If a lay Buddhist practices shooting skills, he can practice Taoism skills and the two powers of water and fire, and improve Taoism, wouldn't it be the best of both worlds?"

An Bochen nodded with understanding. Today, he is very different from his honest and honest appearance in the past. He stands calmly, has a clear expression and a clear eyes. A thought came out of his mind subconsciously. An Bochen raised his eyes, looked at the sky, and shouted.

"The gun is coming!"

In a blink of an eye, a silver spear actually fell from the sky and fell into An Bochen's hands.

Seeing this, the Water God looked shocked. He glanced at the same shocked God of Fire. His eyebrows frowned, and a strange color flashed in his eyes. He dissipated in an instant. He walked slowly to Amberchen who was lowering his head and ponderingly, and said with a smile.

"Why do lay Buddhists become idle again? You need to know that time is precious and difficult to obtain. Since the gun has been obtained, the lay Buddhists still do not practice guns, so when will they wait?"

"Miss Water is giving it."

An Bochen nodded. Although he was a little confused, he thought that the time for practice was tight, so he didn't care about so much and immediately spoke.

"Bo Chen is practicing guns here, and I hope the two of you will help you to practice the two powers of water and fire."

"Don't worry, layman."

The two kings of water and fire bowed at the same time.

There are four-level guns, flat top of the head, flat shoulders, flat feet, and flat guns. There are also three-pointed tips, which means that when holding a gun, the tip of the gun is reflected in the middle, the tip of the nose, and the toes of the feet are reflected in the bottom. The three-point tips must be kept in a straight line and facing straight in front. In this way, you can resist the enemy from the tip of the gun, and it can also ensure the accuracy of the gun.

An Bochen didn't know why he thought of these things. He held the gun in his hand and was calm, and these thoughts naturally came to his mind.

At that moment, An Bochen held four levels and shone against the three sharp points, shouted lowly, his stick straight, his arms straight, connected to a line, and stabbed him hard towards the opposite cliff.

He stabbed out with a shot, and although he was quite good, An Bochen felt something was wrong.

Nearly a hundred shots were stabbed out in succession, and An Bochen put his gun away and looked at the cliff from afar.

The mountain wind was ups and downs, and she blinked through her eyes. An Bochen thought, but suddenly remembered that this shot was not the one he asked for.

What kind of shot is it that I ask for?

With his eyes closed, An Bochen stood with a gun in his arms and stood quietly on the edge of the cliff. I don’t know how long it took, a wooden stick crossed his eyes. Although the stick was rough, it was as powerful as a tiger coming out of the cage, as fast as a poisonous snake drilling holes, and it was constantly changing. Although each change was different, it could be connected with the next change, and advance layer by layer. At the last blow, there were three changes frequently, which made the gun's momentum become more and more bizarre.

The most basic technique of marksmanship is to stab the gun. The person who stabs the gun should be unstoppable and move forward without any progress. He cannot tolerate so many changes, but because of the instantaneous fusion of the two forces of water and fire, these changes are generated with softness and the help of water to continue the subsequent force.

Opening his eyes, An Bochen nodded thoughtfully, looked at the two kings of water and fire who were rushing in the distance but were walking their own ways, and called out loudly.

"Two people will go hand in hand first to help Bo Chen achieve this gun."

As he looked at the eyes, the two kings of water and fire hesitated a little, and then each brought the two forces of water and fire behind them, and walked in the mountains and gorges.

Retracting his gaze, An Bochen took a deep breath, and a "gun" flashed through his mind like a poisonous dragon crawling into the mountain. His eyes were lowered, his four fingers were clenched, his index fingers supported him, and his fists slowly turned.

He raised his head and a red and white light flashed in his eyes. An Bochen raised his arm flat, took a step forward suddenly, holding a silver spear in his hand and stabbed the crooked old tree at the edge of the opposite cliff.

The gun was so powerful that it was fierce, but it was still halfway through, the gun rod kept trembling slightly, left and right, making people unable to understand. At the end of the way, the gun was about to use old power, but it suddenly accelerated. The tip of the gun slid through an arc, but it was faster than a straight line. In a blink of an eye, three changes emerged, and they were completed in one go, piercing the old tree opposite from the air.

After stabbing with one shot, An Bochen obviously felt the old branch and leaf swaying twenty steps away. He knew in his heart that this gun must have the two forces of water and fire, and its power was so great that it caused the gun to reach twenty steps away.

A faint joy flashed across my heart, looking at the dark sky, and the day was about to pass, and An Bochen didn't know how long he could stay here, but he knew that the opportunity was gone and never returned, so he had no time to think about it, pick up the silver spear and continue practicing.

An Bochen only knows this shot, but he can only practice this shot. If he does not stop for an hour, he can stab more than a thousand guns, and in a day there will be more than 12,000 guns.

The moon sounded and the sun set, the moon rose, and An Bochen was practicing hard day and night. Ten days passed, and An Bochen's shot was more than a thousand times. Ten days later, he shot more than 120,000 times in total. A row of two-inch thick footprints had been polished out on the cliff.

The cold wind fell, and the two forces of water and fire flowed between the mountains and valleys. Although it was not very harmonious, it was not resisting. An Bochen obviously noticed that the fire seemed to be a little stronger than ten days ago, but the water still was.

An Bochen felt a little relieved, but had no time to think about it. Looking at the old tree on the opposite cliff, An Bochen breathed a long breath, tightened his gun, and was about to stab the 127,700th gun.

The image of water and fire flashed in his eyes. He drew his gun, raised his arm, took a step, and stabbed it out. An Bochen completed it in one go. The change of this gun was much more than ten days ago. At the end of the gun, seven changes were produced. The first six changes were practiced countless times before, but this seventh change was just realized.

After a shot was stabbed out, six changes, and the last change came to the last change, the two forces of water and fire suddenly became violent. Fire rushed up with the water and rushed up, faintly jumping out of the mountain gorge. An Bochen felt that the tip of the spear was carried by huge force and was eager to rush forward. He was caught off guard. An Bochen slipped his palm and the spear flew out of nowhere. After twenty steps, he broke the old tree by the cliff and penetrated deeply into the cliff. In a blink of an eye, he could only see the handle of the spear that was about to reach inch.

An Bochen was stunned. At this moment, he felt the sky was spinning, and the mountains and rivers in the immortal palace were trembling and shaking, as if familiar.

The next moment, the cliff under my feet cracked and Amber Chen fell into the abyss...

......

The sky became darker and gray, like a sign of the arrival of heavy rain.

An Bochen opened his eyes and looked at the western suburbs with thoughtfulness. This time he returned to the "Immortal Palace" this time, just like the previous times, but there were a few differences.

The Water God said earlier that it was difficult and difficult for Anbochen to enter the Immortal Palace in the future, and he could only stay for three or four days at a time, but this time he stayed for ten days. And Anbochen vaguely felt that if he hadn't stabbed the shot beyond his ability at the last moment, he could have continued to stay.

But why is this?

After returning to reality, An Bochen could recall everything that happened in the Immortal Palace, but in the Immortal Palace, he seemed to have entered a dream. Although it was not a daze, it was extremely difficult to remember what happened in reality.

This time it was a little different. From the moment An Bochen stepped into the Immortal Palace, he had only one thought in his mind - practice. Only by practicing the blue fire can he break the Taoist talisman in his forehead and let him walk out of the cage of Liujing.

This happened in reality, but was taken into the immortal palace that looked like a dream. The subsequent "Second Guns with a Gun and Three Points" was also the gun recorded in Duke Huo's "Talking about Guns". The one he practiced hard for ten days was even more a trick in the temple last night.

Suddenly, An Bochen was slightly stunned.

Could it be that the way to increase the time stuck in the immortal palace is to remember things in reality?

If you can remember things in reality, and the reality and dreams are integrated, the "Amber Chen" in the immortal palace and the me in reality are completely alone... But if this is true, why did the two gods of Water and Fire not mention me, and look at their appearance and seem to know something, but they want to speak but stop.

His brows frowned and stretched out again, and a deep sense of joy arose in An Bochen's heart.

If you can stay in the Immortal Palace at will, in reality, one hour is equivalent to one year in the Immortal Palace. If you are late in the Immortal Palace, you will have a few days to practice for decades, but your cultivation will improve by leaps and bounds, and you can easily gain blue fire.

No, I have to go to the Immortal Palace for another trip.
Chapter completed!