Emperor of the Immortal Dynasty

Looking at the girl's pretty back, An Bochen hesitated for a long time, but still couldn't muster up the courage to speak.

She spent a lot of trouble, and she didn't hesitate to use a sixth-grade Taoist talisman to transform into an incomparably lifelike Mr. Li, with flesh and blood, and his demeanor and behavior are lifelike, just for the secret book of immortals.But even An Bochen didn't know if there were any immortal secrets hidden in the belly of the doll studded with gold and jade.

With red hair like cherry blossoms, he appeared on the long street of Xijing under the hazy moonlight, and his speech and behavior were all mysterious. After one night, he led An Bochen into this wonderful drama... Until now, Amber Chen still felt a little unreal.

With her status as a son of the Wu family, the endless stream of Dao talismans could threaten her like Wang Xin'er did, but she made this deal with herself because of unnecessary actions.The young master often said that the powerful families are like ligers and tigers, and the common people are like lambs. How can ligers and tigers feed on lambs, so how can they have compassion, but she seems to be a little different.

The sea breeze swept across the prefectures and counties, and the wind chimes on the eaves of the building jingled, and inadvertently lifted the boy's forehead hair.

Standing beside the smiling young master, An Bochen looked out from the building, the streets and shops of Liujing, Jinli shops, and pedestrians and tourists all became as small as a date stone.

"Although the capital city is good, I feel a little flustered when I stand high. After I get a thousand taels of gold and succeed in cultivation, I'd better go back to Yuanjing Village to buy dozens of acres of land and become a big householder...but I won't Can't see her anymore."

If the "Red Fu Girl" was still there at this time, she would be shocked to see An Bochen's appearance.

The dull look on the young man's face was blown away by the sea breeze, revealing the same indifferent and calm expression as "Mr. Li" beside him. There was a hint of book smell lingering between his brows, and his green shirt was fluttering in the wind. Standing by the window, he seemed A sea dongqing picking its feathers in the wind, leisurely and contentedly looking down at the seventy li Liujing below it.

An Bochen came from a peaceful small mountain village. He followed the gentle and elegant Li Gongzi. Since childhood, he developed an indomitable temperament that is easy to deal with, but it is hidden under his timid and numb appearance. However, what happened in the past three days is like a firestorm. , suddenly got up, burning his cowardice and inertia to ashes.However, perhaps because he was too impressed with the story of the field frog, An Bochen always felt that he was still in Liujing, and he was still a foolish little servant boy before, even in front of his ally "Red Fu Girl".

It has nothing to do with scheming, and An Bochen, who is still a blank sheet of paper, doesn't know how to intrigue, but this can make him feel more secure.

At this moment, a cold gaze shot from below, and An Bochen's heart skipped a beat. Looking around, he saw a bad old man with double triangular eyes standing beside Mo Yun's downstairs corridor. to him.

The old man's gaze was intense, like a jackal in the dark night, staring at Amberchen's back with chills, and subconsciously took half a step back.But after a while, the old man drooped his eyelids, looked back, rolled up his sleeves again, and leaned against the pillar in the sun, humming his ditty.

"Could he have found out?"

Glancing at "Young Master Li" beside him who kept laughing as if he had suffered a stroke, An Bochen frowned and muttered to himself.

The old man downstairs, An Bochen, is very familiar. His surname is Xiao, and his name is Hou. Long before An Bochen followed Mr. Li, he was the chief housekeeper of Moyun Tower.There are seven floors in the Moyun Building, and the uppermost floor is where the young master leans on the railing to drink. Except for the four children of An Bochen, no one is allowed to set foot without the young master's warrant.The third to sixth floors are the meeting place for the son, the regulars on the third floor, the wealthy customers on the fourth floor, the distinguished guests on the fifth floor, and the rare customers on the sixth floor.Further down is the place where servants and maidservants live. Ordinary servants can only live on the bottom floor, but Housekeeper Xiao occupies the second floor. This alone is enough to see his status in the young master's mind.

However, he is ugly, dressed in sloppy clothes, and usually does his own way. The young master's subordinates, including An Bochen, hate him very much.

At that time, he thought so, but today An Bochen looked at Xiao Hou again, and he had another thought in his heart.

If he didn't have a skill, how could he be able to get into the eyes of the young master, and he could be rewarded with Mo Yun's first floor, which is definitely not something that can be exchanged by flattery.He pretended to be like this in front of people, but it was a wise move to protect himself, just like another field frog.

Once the demonic barrier in his heart was broken, An Bochen's mind became more and more agile. Although he could see the details at a moment's notice in the past, he didn't know how to deliberate and use them.After a bloody night, in just three days, earth-shaking changes took place in this young man who walked out of a small mountain village, but he himself did not even notice it.

Putting away his deep thoughts, An Bochen turned back into that seemingly dull boy again, sat back beside Young Master Li, looked out the window at the clouds and clouds, the wind was sunny, and not long after, his eyelids gradually faded. There were low snores.

......

"Check it out?"

"Yes. An Bochen was originally named Anwazi. He was born in a small village twenty miles west of the city. His parents were both tenants. He was selected by Mr. Li four years ago and brought into the capital. The eldest son of the householder Li's family also came with him. But scouts Lang said, however, that the son of the head of household Li suddenly returned two days ago, and when others asked why, he did not mention a word..."

The little school who was half kneeling on the ground hadn't finished speaking when he felt a gust of fiery wind rushing towards his face, and his body shrank back uncontrollably. The little school raised his head in surprise, and saw the eyes of the people in the hall who were originally closed suddenly suddenly closed. Opening a gap, a frightening silver light flashed at first, and disappeared after a while.

The man looked about 50 or 40 years old, but his white hair was over his shoulders and his forehead was wrinkled. His actual age was already close to a hundred. The reason why he looked young was that he practiced white fire at the age of [-] and set foot on the sky in one fell swoop. Goods, just to stay beautiful.

His eyebrows were thick and dense, like two plain knives fighting each other, but at this moment they were strangled together, which made the little school in the hall fearful.He has been with the father-in-law for nearly 20 years, but he has only seen this expression twice. The first time was when he was on an expedition to Nanman with the army. I saw my father-in-law standing in front of the school field with his hands behind his back, staring at the ten-foot sand table expressionlessly.That was the first time he saw the father-in-law frowning, as if two long knives were striking each other, and there was a faint atmosphere of brutal fighting.The next day, the reinforcements from the Ryukyu Kingdom smashed through the Nanman, beheaded more than a thousand heads, and floated in a line on the Nanyu River.

The second time, during the palace change 14 years ago, the eldest son-in-law relied on [-] iron cavalry to hide the secret from the former king, and closed the palace gate, intending to make his son king privately.Half a month ago, the Yulin Army was dispatched to practice ten miles away from the outskirts of the city by a strange secret decree. The Jinwu Guards have always been timid and fearful. They all looked towards the direction of the palace with pale faces, until a fierce horse as black as cold coal appeared.

"300 people."

Riding on horseback, Huo Guogong looked down at the soldiers of the Jinwu Guard and said expressionlessly.

The voice fell, and no one answered.

"To a certain 300 men."

Huo Guogong said it again.

Looking at Huo Guogong, who had a trace of murderous look between his brows, the general of the Jinwu Guard had already been frightened, squeaked, and couldn't say a word for a long time.

His eyebrows were like knives, before the camp at the edge of the city, Huo Guogong turned his horse and drove forward slowly. The sound of the horse's hooves sounded like a hammer hitting the hearts of the Jinwu guards.

Suddenly, Huo Guogong pulled up the reins, raised his horse's feet high, and pulled out a five-foot-long sword from his waist. He wrote five big characters, facing the moonlight and pointing directly at the palace.

"A certain person wants to hunt down a thief, and he will work hard for my king and help the country. It is tonight to make a contribution, who wants to go with me!"

After the words fell, Huo Guogong did not stop, and took the lead, rushing towards the palace like a gust of fire.

Seeing Huo Guogong leave, General Jin Wuwei heaved a sigh of relief, but in a blink of an eye, his face suddenly changed, and he saw a horse riding out from the garrison, but it was a bowman who was usually unknown, but now his face was flushed , there was a hint of madness looming in his eyes.

"It's tonight to make great achievements, and I'm willing to go with you!"

In a blink of an eye, three more riders galloped out, shouting the same slogan, and charged towards the palace.In just half a stick of incense time, there were 800 Jinwu Guards who violated the order and went to battle, following in the footsteps of the God in their hearts, King Qin left.

That night, Huo Guogong, who was in the unemployed family, led [-] cavalry to defeat the [-] rebels, from the outer city of the palace, to the depths of the palace, blood flowed into rivers, and heads were everywhere. Under the sword.The following year, Huo Guogong welcomed the new emperor to inherit the great power, and he himself was restored to his original post, becoming the right minister of the Ryu Kingdom for the third time.

As soon as the general raised his arms and shouted, eight hundred sons came out, and walked to Liujing in the night, the first skill in the ages.

The deeds of Huo Guogong's attack on King Qin at night were talked about by the common people, and some even wrote poems to praise him, but how many people knew that when Huo Guogong was killed in the main hall of Liuguo, there were only three of the eight hundred sons who followed him.

It has always been like this, when Huo Guogong frowned his knife-like eyebrows, it seemed that many, many people were destined to die,

"Little San, step back."

The little school was lost in thought, when the people in the hall suddenly spoke.

"The Yuanjing Village is already under control..."

The small principal hesitated, but did not get up in a hurry.

"Scatter everyone."

The deep voice sounded again.

Hearing this, Xiaoxiao was taken aback for a moment, and peeked at the expressionless Huo Guogong, but he didn't dare to say anything, got up and walked out of the hall.

"Also, don't speculate on my mind in the future."

Just half a foot over the threshold, a deep voice came from the ear, the little principal's expression changed slightly, he sneaked into the night, and disappeared in a blink of an eye.

When the night wind blew, Huo Guogong walked to the window and glanced at the young man who was still practicing boxing in the backyard.The young man was wearing unlined clothes, with disheveled hair, punching all the way down, a white air swirled above his head, densely rising.

Nodding his head and shaking his head again, Huo Guogong raised his eyes to look at the moon and star-sparse night sky. After a while, a hint of meaning appeared in the corner of his mouth.

"Amber dust..."