Emperor of the Immortal Dynasty

"Bochen, what are you thinking?"

Li Xiaopang looked suspiciously at the silent An Bochen, the autumn night was very cold, with the cold wind blowing, Li Xiaopang couldn't help shaking his body, and said timidly.

"Anwazi...you won't remember the past..."

"before?"

An Bochen was stunned, but in a blink of an eye he realized that the scene when Li Xiaopang bullied him in Yuanjing Village in the past gradually came to mind, but if he didn't think about it deliberately, he would almost forget it.Yuanjing Village is so small, compared with the sky-high city in front of him, the people and things there are nothing, even compared with what happened to me tonight, all the things at that time are nothing That's not worth mentioning.

When escaping from the secret room, he also had the idea of ​​abandoning this nasty little fat man, but he was thrown into a corner in a blink of an eye.Although Li Yuanwai is the richest man in Yuanjing Village, he behaves well on weekdays and does not bully others. He is also good to tenants including his own family.If Li Xiaopang died and went back alone, it would be difficult for not only himself, but also his parents to stay in the village.

"Little officer, you are overthinking. Go quickly. If the horse runs fast, maybe you can rush back to the village tomorrow evening and have a meal of warm white rice."

"That's good, I'll startle the little officer."

Seeing that Anwazi ignored the past, Li Xiaopang patted his chest and let out a long sigh of relief.

"What am I afraid of?"

"Anwa... Bochen, you don't know, you talked to that wicked woman just now, tsk tsk, you are so polite and imposing, just like in a play."

Li Xiaopang said with spit flying all over the place, but he didn't notice that the young man beside him was slightly startled, and then he tightened the rein suddenly.

Li Xiaoche didn't react until he walked a long way.

Turning around, he saw a young man in light blue cloth standing beside the official road, with his head lowered, staring blankly at the mottled moon shadow.

For no reason, Li Xiaopang's heart tightened. He didn't know what he was nervous about, but when he saw An Bochen stopped in the middle of the road and stopped moving forward, he couldn't help feeling nervous.

"Anwazi, let's go home!"

Li Xiaopang shouted.

But the young man in the Tao didn't say a word.Inexplicable loss enveloped his heart, Li Xiaopang only felt the tip of his nose sore, and muttered.

"Anwazi, you don't mean to..."

After a long time, An Bochen raised his head, glanced at Li Xiaopang, and said calmly.

"Little officer, you go back first."

He can't just leave.

Returning to Yuanjing Village with regrets, he faced his father who was silently smoking a pipe, and his mother who knew that her son would not be as successful as the villagers were making a fuss about, but still couldn't help being disappointed.With his back to the loess and his face to the sky, he saved money to marry a girl he knew in the village, and then had a baby.Repeating my father's life, maybe occasionally I will think of what happened tonight, like a bizarre story like a drama, but there is only a beginning and no end.

Is my play really that short?

When staying with the young master, what An Bochen looked forward to most was to go to the theater with him.

The stage is very high, but the actors and actresses are very close.The son always said that life is like a play, and play is like life.But An Bochen doesn't think so. There will always be countless bizarre stories of heroes, beauties, gold and iron horses in the drama on stage.But in Yuanjing Village, there are only rice fields full of oily yellow, and a small river flowing quietly, day after day, year after year, never changing.A teenager has a dream, even a tenant son who is used to swallowing his anger.For An Bochen, the stage is the only place where he can find his dream, and watching it always makes his palms sweat and he feels excited.

After leaving the theater, he turned back into an ordinary little servant boy.

But tonight, just now, as Li Xiaopang said, he actually became the protagonist in the play.

After defeating the enemy chieftain, he rode his horse back, a young man in green shirt, full of vigor and vigor.

Although he still felt a little dazed, An Bochen knew clearly that all this happened for real.Life is like a play, and a play is like life. A play full of quirks is behind me, but I will miss it for the rest of my life...

Lifting his head suddenly, An Bochen looked at the little fat man not far away, and shouted with all his strength.

"Little officer, do me a favor and tell my father and mother not to worry about Anwazi. Everything is fine in the capital, and I will go home after a while!"

"well."

Li Xiaopang nodded hurriedly, his clothes were wet with inexplicable tears, he was a little disappointed and a little excited.

"I'll tell Father and Aunt An that Wazi An was spotted by the young master and sent to the shop as an apprentice... Don't worry, my son, I will let the old man take good care of your parents. I. …”

Looking at Li Xiaopang, who had a runny nose and tears, An Bochen smiled.

Is this what is sung in the play?

An Bochen thought so, he smiled and pulled the rein, turned the horse's head, and rushed into the city under the night.

The young man's heart seems to be very big, but in fact it is as small as a palm, so there is no room for so much hatred.

Looking at the back of An Bochen gradually disappearing in the night, Li Xiaopang cried heavily, choked up, opened his mouth, but couldn't say a word.

He really wanted to kowtow to Amber Chen, who saved his life, as in the play, and then say goodbye to each other with respect.But looking at the tall city in front of him and the lights on the other side, he suddenly felt that the capital and An Wazi, who was determined to enter the capital, were extremely far away, so far away that it made him panic.

"Crazy, crazy, Anwazi, you are really crazy!"

Whispering to wipe away his tears, and watching for a long time, Li Xiaopang turned his horse and walked towards Yuanjing Village.

......

Although the capital in the south of the Yangtze River is prosperous, there are also depressions other than prosperity, such as the west of the city.Even the gates of the city were sloppy, with the gates ajar, and the soldiers guarding the city leaning on their guns in disarray, sleeping soundly.

An Bochen rode his horse and whipped his whip, and rode fast. The whistling wind and whispers slid past his ears, making him feel more exhilarated than ever before.

The west of the city leads to the densely packed small mountain villages on the outskirts. Naturally, the most ordinary people live here. The streets are dim and deserted, only young men in green clothes galloping on horseback.

A kind of unrestrained smooth flow in the heart, as light as the wind around the eyelashes.

He was still in the city during the day, and it took only half a day to leave, but when he returned to the capital, An Bochen felt as if he had just arrived, and he was a little nervous. After all, the son was dead, and it would be inappropriate to go back to Yunmolou.But An Bochen had no time to think about those headaches at this time, he had been exhausted all night, and now he just wanted to go to the river with painted boats and fireworks to lie quietly for the night.It's good to be able to fall asleep, if not, at least you can sleep comfortably all night listening to the singing of the actors.As for the future livelihood, the young master's quatrains reminded me that as long as you find the puppet inlaid with gold and jade, with the young master's reputation, you will be able to sell it for a good price. Come to Beijing to enjoy the happiness.

"Jiuchen Jun..."

The young man murmured in a low voice, the puppet that came alive in the hands of the actor flashed in his mind, his eyes were slightly complicated.

Is there really any fairy secrets?

If so, why doesn't the young master practice by himself?Not to mention the secrets of the immortal family, even the "Cultural Fire Cultivation Technique", I have never seen the young master practice it, not only does he not practice it himself, but also strictly prohibits the servants around him from practicing it.

"Civil and Martial Fire Cultivation Technique" is not a secret in Liu country. You can buy a copy for three copper coins in the study, but the method of cultivation alone is not enough. You need an expert to plant gentle fire or Wuhuo, so unless they are the children of aristocratic families or Taoist disciples, ordinary people can rarely succeed in cultivation.However, such stories often appear in dramas. The orphan who bears the bloody feud is hunted down by the enemy and falls off the cliff. The orphan walked out of the cliff, turned himself into a peerless master, killed his enemies, avenged blood and blood, and became famous.

There were too many stories like this, so it was false. The young master smiled and said nothing, but An Bochen always watched it with great interest, hoping in his heart how good it would be if that adventure happened to him.

The moonlight shone like quicksilver on the narrow and quiet streets of Xicheng. The young man was galloping his horse while thinking about his thoughts in a mess. After an unknown amount of time, he raised his head subconsciously, and saw in the road a hundred steps away, with his hands behind his back. And stood a thin Taoist.

The stars are dotted, spreading around, the moonlight is like water, and the robes are full, at first glance, it really looks like that kind of extraterrestrial expert, flying like a fairy, although he just stands with his hands behind his back, but his whole body exudes an extraordinary temperament .

For no reason, An Bochen's heart jumped up.

Come whatever you think in your heart, is it really like in the play, if you survive a catastrophe, you will have a future blessing, just after I escaped the disaster of killing, I met an expert?

"You, do you want to learn Taoism?"

When a slightly hoarse voice came, An Bochen felt his head "boom" and his face was dull. At this moment, there was nothing but excitement and ecstasy in his heart.

Ten steps away, An Bochen stopped his horse and looked nervously at the Taoist.

There was silence. It took a long time for An Bochen to react. He hurriedly rolled off the saddle, hesitated for a while, and instead of kneeling down, he bowed to the Taoist.

"Disciple An Bochen, it is a great honor to meet senior."

Having watched a lot of dramas, this is naturally easy to say, An Bochen said respectfully.

But after waiting for a long time, the Taoist still didn't speak.

Could it be that I offended him because I didn't kneel down?

An Bochen's eyelids twitched, and he hesitated, but for some reason, after a bloody night, his knees that were usually easy to bend resisted, not wanting to bend down easily.

Sweating profusely on his brow, An Bochen peeked at the tall man, only to see his body shaking slightly, like an exaggerated actor on the stage who is so embarrassed.