After completing four thousand guns, he practiced the seven methods of collapse, pointing, piercing, splitting, circle, picking, and pulling according to the key points in "Talking about Guns". When Amberchen carried the gun and returned to the seventh floor exhausted, it was already late.

For the past three days, An Bochen has been practicing shooting skills day and night, and Sima Jin has not been idle either. He holds "Talking about Guns" and circles it. A thick book is compiled into three pages in half a day. Even Xiao Hou praised it very much. He said that Sima Jin is so smart that he has such knowledge at a young age. You must know how to summarize the content of a book into a few pages. It not only requires a good reading of the classics and history, but also a superlative knowledge.

An Bochen has long been accustomed to Sima Jin's various magical aspects and has not thought too much about it. The battle with Li Lin is imminent, and Mo Yunlou and the other two have also agreed to it. In this battle, An Bochen is not allowed to win or lose, just as An Bochen himself said, it is not defeated.

The winner is easy. As long as the strength is enough, it is easier for the loser to win. He will pretend to be unable to continue his strength and give up.

Only this unbeaten draw is the most difficult to deal with.

Only unless the two are really equal in strength, it will be difficult to achieve even if they are only one line away.

When fighting for life and death, how can we keep benevolent? Once we make a move, not only will our momentum fall sharply, but we will also reveal many flaws to the other party. Therefore, if we want to be invincible, we can only take the situation into our own hands from beginning to end.

That night, although An Bochen defeated Li Lin twice, he was lucky enough to put away his slightest scrutiny and fight with all his might. Even An Bochen would only end up with a crushing defeat. Two days later, facing the Li family's son who was doing his best, he would not talk about controlling the situation. I am afraid that it would be difficult and difficult to save his life.

Standing at the window, standing with his hands behind his back, Amberchen's face was calm, but the worries in his heart had not diminished by half.

"Xiao Anzi, I'm in a daze again!"

Sima Jin was slightly tired from his ears. An Bochen turned around and looked up. The girl in a green training suit climbed up the steps, carrying a silver spear in her hand.

"I spent more than half a day on this gun, and I personally ordered someone to make it. You will use it to fight the day after tomorrow."

After taking the gun, An Bochen felt that his hand had sunk. The gun was much heavier than the gun he had used, but he was extremely good at holding it. An Bochen danced a gun and vaguely found that something seemed to be flowing in the gun, but it was just a moment of feeling, fleeting.

"Indecent?"

As his eyes fell to the two words "Flying Dragon and Phoenix" at the gun barrel, An Bochen frowned and whispered.

"Why, don't you like this name?"

Sima Jin looked tired and his lips were slightly white, as if he had just had a serious illness. At this time, he had no strength to tease An Bochen as he did on weekdays. After a while, he looked at An Bochen and said.

"This battle must be accomplished."

His eyes fell to Sima Jin, and when he saw her looking forward, An Bochen felt a little sad, but he nodded.

For this battle, Sima Jin accompanied An Bochen to practice guns and cast weapons. Even her favorite osmanthus cake was not enough to buy it, which was enough to show her importance. An Bo knew that all she wanted was the reward. Although the winner could only ask Liujun for rewards, if An Bochen deliberately gave in and left enough face to Liujun after taking advantage, the reward should be obtained.

The reward Sima Jin wanted was nothing more than Jiuchenjun. An Bochen knew that after obtaining Jiuchenjun, they would part. Judging from their status and status, they might not meet again.

Deep in his heart, An Bochen was still a little reluctant to let go, but this was what he owed Sima Jin, so he would do his best no matter what.

His eyes fell on Sima Jin's white lips, and the situation in the lake that day floated into An Bochen's heart without realizing it. His eyes touched each other. The two were stunned at the same time, and then they quickly separated.

"Okay, I'm going to sleep...I'm not allowed to come in secret!"

After stretching, Sima Jin did not look at An Bochen anymore and turned around and walked into the jade hall.

An Bochen withdrew his gaze, smiled, flicked his fingers over the silver spear, stayed at the "Wuxie" place for a while, then put down the spear, sat in front of the window, and looked at Liu Jingye in a daze.

His body was very tired. It was fine before, but when he was idle, he felt that his whole body was sore and swollen, his muscles were stiff, and he felt pain as soon as he moved. On the contrary, he was in good spirits. Perhaps because he guided the two forces of water and fire to move into the meridians in his body during the gun practice, the water and fire had not increased in the past three days, but the fire had become a little more vigorous. This feeling of growth in vitality was very strange. An Bochen could clearly feel the activity of the spirit in his body, and his thoughts were frequent, which made him unable to sleep even if he wanted to sleep.

It’s not enough to sleep or practice guns, so it’s a big deal to waste it.

Yu Guangzhong, An Bochen saw more than ten books scattered at the foot of the table, but it was disrupted when Duke Huo came to visit that day, and it was not enough to clean up until today.

The tea in the cup was already cold, and An Bochen was not careful. He picked up a volume, sipped herbal tea, and read it to the moon.

Coincidentally, this book is "The Strange Talk of the Great Kuang God". The book contains theories of ghosts and gods, which is exactly what he likes.

After reading several articles in succession, the stories described in it were either monsters or humans turned into monsters. After reading too much, An Bochen gradually felt bored, so he skipped the monsters and looked back. "In the past, there was a man named Zhao, who was born in poverty and humbleness, but he often told the people that his ancestors were branches of the royal family. He cheated him and could get some wine and food, and he was very satisfied. One day, he cheated him and had a drink and food, but he found a temple to eat on a rainy day. Seeing the walls of the temple empty, he thought that he was wasting his years, and he still had nothing to accomplish in his fifties, and he couldn't help but feel his heart

Repentance, all his thoughts were gone, so he threw the wine and meat into the mud and committed suicide by going on a hunger strike. Three days later, Zhao was hungry and wanted to go out of the temple to find food, but when he looked around, everyone outside the temple looked at it coldly, smiled bitterly, and lay down under the statue of the god. Three days later, Zhao's face was pale and thin, and his anger was as if he was wandering. In a trance, he saw the statue of the god above his head smiling as if he opened his eyes. Zhao was furious and cursed, and then he cursed a few words. He felt that the mountains and rivers were shattered, the earth was flat and the body was lighter, and his whole person flew into the statue of the god..."

An Bochen recited softly, and became more and more out of control.

"...The sky is dizzy and the sky is spinning. When Zhao opened his eyes, he found himself in a high mountain flowing water. Looking up, the sky is as clear as the sky is, the mountains and rivers are undulating, and at first glance, there is no end. After touching his belly, he felt no more hungry. Zhao said secretly that he was strange and walked forward. He met a Taoist priest who stopped him. He looked at him for a while. He only thought that the two had a fate, so he accepted him as his disciple and told Zhao that this mountain is Hexu Mountain, which is a blessing in the world. Zhao was confused and did not know why, and he practiced with the Taoist for more than 20 years, achieving the Golden Pill Avenue and being able to fly

The sky escapes from the earth, and water and fire are not invaded. Zhao is content with his heart, but unexpectedly he is involved in the battle between the blessings of the cave. Although he is seriously injured, he saves his life and falls to an island. After several years of incognito, Zhao gradually discovered that the cultivators here are very different from Hexushan’s practice methods, but they take Qi training as the foundation. Zhao was curious and could not hold back, so he sneaked into the sect in the island and practiced secretly. After a few years, Zhao barely broke through to refining essence into Qi, and felt his head buzzing, and his body floated upwards uncontrollably, just like the experience thirty years ago..."

"When he opened his eyes again, he found that he was still in the temple and had a spider web on his body. The dream was still in his mind, as if yesterday, Zhao was filled with emotion. He stood up and flew out of the temple. When he asked the passers-by, he realized that more than thirty days had passed. Everyone saw that he was safe and sound for more than thirty days without eating or drinking. Zhao told the truth, and everyone laughed, but none of them believed it... This matter came to Emperor Kuang's ears. Emperor Kuang suspected that he was a hidden real person, so he ordered someone to invite him, but he searched all over the prefecture and had not obtained anything for three years..."

......

After a while, An Bochen closed the book and shook his head.

"The story in this book is even more absurd and bizarre than in the play. I can survive without eating or drinking for thirty days, and I have learned a lot of skills.

The candlelight was faintly reflected on An Bochen's eyes. Just an article, the fragrance remained.

After looking at the sky, it was already past, An Bochen blew out the candlelight and walked towards the couch.

Lying on the couch, An Bochen tossed and turned, but could not fall asleep for a long time. Sometimes he thought of the battle two days later, sometimes he thought of the soon-to-be parted with Sima Jin, and sometimes the stories in the book emerged. Tossing and turning, An Bochen sighed for a long time, sat up, looked out the dark night outside the window, his eyes were dim.

"Whether this battle is win or defeat, or a draw, it has nothing to do with me."

Rubbing his sore arms, Amberchen murmured.

What Sima Jin wanted was the secret book of immortals, and what Xiao Hou wanted was Mo Yunlou. For them, Anbochen's battle was crucial, but not what Anbochen wanted. At this moment, what Anbochen wanted most was to be able to leave Liujing and return to Yuanjing Village. If he wanted to go home, he had to cultivate Qinghuo and crack the Taoist talisman in his mind. The victory or defeat of that battle was just to relieve Mo Yunlou's crisis and to be able to settle down in the capital. In the long run, it was indeed important, but that "long-term" was not what Anbochen wanted.

"I don't know when I will go home."

Sighing softly, the young man put on his clothes, walked to the window, and looked west.

Moyun Tower is very high, except for the royal palace, which is enough to overlook the entire capital, but the capital is very large and the night is dark. An Bochen did his best, but he could not even see the west part of the city.

An inexplicable sadness surged into my heart, and at this moment, an unexpected change occurred to An Bochen.

As An Bochen looked at him, he felt a "buzzing" sound in his mind, and a strong suction force came from the upper dantian, disrupting the original running route of the two forces of water and fire. In a blink of an eye, the two forces of water and fire were uncontrolled, and went up from the lower dantian, crossed the middle dantian, and rushed towards the upper dantian along the meridians of the circumference.
Chapter completed!