An Bochen's face turned slightly pale. He sat cross-legged in search of the wooden couch, took a deep breath, and then said: "It's nothing, but I found a way to restrain Xuanxian with the True Immortal Realm."

"But, you seem to be seriously injured." Sima Jin said with concern.

"After all, it is a new method. It's not very effective when I use it for the first time. After I improve it, I won't do this again." An Bochen said with a smile.

After hearing what An Bochen said, Sima Jin felt relieved: "What's going on with the True Immortal Realm to restrain Xuanxian? You just shot Wang Ziyue's head. Do you know that Wang Ziyue is the number one god general in the heavenly court in the world, and the heavenly court is beyond the reach of the three major forces in the four continents."

"Actually, it's no big deal." An Bochen smiled and gently stroked the cute turbine on Sima Jin's back: "It's just that I have mastered the power of Xuanxian Realm."

Sima Jin opened his mouth wide as if he was exaggerating: "How did you do it? Although the energy you have accumulated far exceeds that of the true immortals in the same realm, it is far from reaching the category of the mysterious immortals."

"It has nothing to do with vitality, it is just power. The purest power has nothing to do with skills, destiny, and will of heaven."

An Bochen said, stepping on the way of transforming into the heavens, every word at this time revealed infinite mystery.

Seeing Sima Jin staring at him with dissatisfaction, An Bochen smiled slightly.

He didn't want to be mysterious in front of Sima Jin, but that's the truth.

An Bochen suddenly realized that he was the Guiyi Island, and established the Heavenly Palace on the Immortal Palace. He also found a missing one in the vast Zhoutian that could restrict Xuanxian, borrowing that terrifying power from Zhoutian. He was able to borrow such an extremely powerful force because An Bochen established the way of Zhoutian with himself, and the number of Zhoutian was ninety-nine, and he himself was missing.

Such mystery cannot be clearly described in words.

An Bochen concentrated his mind and calmed his breath, took a short rest, and then stretched out his fingers to point Sima Jin's eyebrows.

Sima Jin's delicate body trembled slightly, and she felt a little cold and came in. At first, it was a bit bit boned, but gradually became comfortable and her body no longer trembled.

An Bochen's finger poured all the Zhoutian Way he realized into Sima Jin's sea of ​​consciousness. It was somewhat similar to a revelation, but it was even more dangerous than a revelation. As long as one of the two was not focused or his heart was not opened, he would be torn apart by the morality of the flooding and eroded his soul.

After about two incense sticks, An Bochen let go of his hand. He opened his eyes and looked at Sima Jin. He saw a purple light spinning in Sima Jin's eyebrows, which looked very beautiful. Soon, the purple light dissipated and disappeared, and Sima Jin also opened his eyes.

"This is your mystery, I can't understand it." Sima Jin said to look at An Bochen.

"I know. So, I'm just going to show you the interpretation." An Bochen said: "I have become the representative of Zhoutian. There is only one representative of Zhoutian below the sky. Therefore, others may be able to understand the way of Zhoutian, but they cannot understand my way."

"You are really bad. Even if others understand the way of Zhoutian, they will only make wedding clothes for you. There are thousands of ways of Zhoutian, no, they should be like the sand of the Ganges River, countless. But you are the representative of Zhoutian. You don't need to realize the truth, just accept the understanding of others." Sima Jin glared at An Bochen: "However, if you want to continue to improve on the way of Zhoutian, you must make more and more genius fellow practitioners of Zhoutian. It is far from enough for you alone."

"What do you mean?" Amberchen hesitated.

"Set up a school museum and recruit disciples." Sima Jin said.

"This is not possible." An Bochen flatly denied: "What I have learned throughout my life has never relied on a martial art or secret book, nor has he consulted half of the masters. He has sought the truth from heaven and learned it myself. In this way, how can I accept disciples and preach? This path is not suitable for me. Furthermore, the world is about to collapse. Instead of focusing on establishing a school or taking disciples, we should study the mystery of time and prepare for the near future."

Sima Jin looked at An Bochen with a slight joking look, which made An Bochen unable to bear it and turned his head away.

"Yes, there is something I forgot to tell you." Sima Jin suddenly said: "When you took me into a dream before, I accidentally saw your dream memory. There is a person you always miss, and that person may be the reason why you dare not accept disciples. I am talking about Master Yan."

An Bochen was stunned, and a bitter smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, not saying anything.

An Bochen was born in the wild, and was dull when he was young. After learning about the world, he experienced all the vicissitudes of the world. He had great experience. Therefore, it was difficult for him to meet someone who deserved respect and admiration from the bottom of his heart. However, there was a man with a strong and strong heart that convinced An Bochen during the chaos in Liujing that year. In a sense, that Master Yan was not a wise master, but his integrity and character made An Bochen feel inferior. Over time, it became a shadow deep in his heart. If Sima Jin had not mentioned it today, this shadow might have never been exposed in broad daylight.

"This person should be the inner demon in this matter." Sima Jin looked at An Bochen and said, "With your current cultivation level, it will be easy to kill this inner demon."

"Let's talk about it another day." An Bochen shook his head.

It may be easy to end some things, but people often don’t do it or even want to think about it, just because they are afraid that after it is over, they will not feel the wonderful feeling it brings.

"Well. Anyway, you will be happy one day sooner or later." Sima Jin said a little depressed.

"By the way. When you peek at my memory, what else did you see besides Master Yan?" An Bochen gently put his arms around Sima Jin's waist and asked in her ear.

"You guess." Sima Jin broke free and couldn't break free. She looked up at An Bochen and suddenly hummed: "Your Highness Lizhu's figure has always been something you miss?"

"That year was just an accident." An Bochen smiled, and when Sima Jin pretended to be annoyed, his hand also slid down: "However, this time it was not an accident."

The bright moon rises on the sea, and dual cultivation should be in time.

Another night later, An Bochen and Sima Jin merged with Yin and Yang, barely replenishing An Bochen's vitality.

The two of them were not in a hurry to go to the Netherworld Sect and continued to fiddle with their shipping business in the North Sea.

At first, they opened this short-lived trip to attract the attention of the Netherworld Sect. Now the Netherworld Sect has taken the bait, but this short-lived trip has cost two people a lot of money - the treasures collected by Sima Jin and the strange beasts that Anbochen has raised for many years, making it difficult for the two to abandon. Also, because Anbochen was in the Netherworld Sect, his record of shooting "defeated" Wang Ziyue quickly spread. More and more seamen came to the short-lived trip to sea, including spies from all walks of life. Anbochen and Sima Jin had no secrets they wanted to hide, so they just let it go.

In a blink of an eye, a month and a half passed, and the Netherworld Sect seemed to have suddenly disappeared, without any news, let alone the invitation to invite An Bochen and Sima Jin to Islam, which made the two of them a little surprised.

"Qingyi, go and catch two eelfish."

Sima Jin stood on the water pavilion, with his hands on his waist, shouting to Xiao Si, who was fishing on the boat not far away.

The servant was very clever and responded loudly, then jumped into the sea.

Nowadays, life is short. In addition to Sima Jin, the proprietress and An Bochen, there are three more servants, Qingyi, Baiyi and Redyi. The name is Sima Jin. The name is Qingyi, the person named Baiyi, the person named Baiyi, and the person named Hongyi. An Bochen often accuses Sima Jin of getting the name too casual. In this way, these three servants can only wear one color of clothes for the rest of their lives, unless they change their names. An Bochen knows very well that Sima Jin travels around the world and selects three servants with excellent bones and excellent talent to weaken their will. After all, they still want An Bochen to accept disciples. How could An Bochen easily admit defeat? So, the two were bored and fought against the three servants to see who compromised first.

The waiting days were long and endless, and An Bochen and Sima Jin could only pass the time in this way.

After a while, bubbles emerged from the water surface, and with a "slam", five celestial fish flew out of the sea.

This lemon fish is like a snake or a dragon, with five crystal clear eyes on each side of the body. Just now, the title of lemon fish is the favorite of the lemon fish. The fish is the favorite of the lemon fish. Needless to say, the fish is delicious, the soup is fragrant, the most delicious thing is their eyes. An Bochen and Sima Jin originally didn't know that lemon fish was a delicacy, but because a poor immortal came to ride it, there was no bargaining chip for lemon fish, he traveled to the deep sea and braved the storm and caught two lemon fish for An Bochen and Sima Jin. After cooking on the spot, An Bochen and Sima Jin ate it and praised it. After that, An Bochen took action personally and caught three thousand lemon fish in the shallow sea not far from the harbor. When he was in a good mood, he would be a small roast under the moon, which should be a joy for life.

"Boss, the fish is here." Qingyi laughed loudly and threw the eelfish over.

Sima Jin shook his head, put five elliptical fish in Zhukuan, and handed them to An Bochen who was watching the ancient book.

"Qingyi is free and easy by nature, but she likes to compete too much and is very competitive, which is a taboo in practicing." An Bochen took the bamboo basket and said without raising his head.

"Make fish first." Sima Jin clapped his hands.

Then An Bochen picked out two petals from the flower pot on the windowsill of the water pavilion and blew it gently. The petals swelled in the wind and turned into two pretty little chefs, but they were only the size of a palm.

"What are your instructions?" The two little chefs bowed to An Bochen Yingying.

"If you have a distinguished guest in the future, please ask two of you to have a good meal."

An Bochen smacked his lips, waved his hand, and the bamboo basket of the fish became smaller, and the fish became smaller as well, just enough for two little chefs to take care of it.

The little chef, whose petals turned into, took the bamboo basket happily and started roasting the fish. In a short while, the fragrance of fish wafted out.
Chapter completed!