Emperor of the Immortal Dynasty

His shyness may be regarded as a kind of flattery.

Out of the corner of her eye, she looked at the flushed An Bochen, and Sima Jin raised the corners of her mouth, thinking to herself.

Hasty footsteps came from the bottom of the building, and after a while, Xiao Hou's slender figure appeared at the stairs.

"You two got up really early."

Putting down the pastry, Xiao Hou sat down carelessly, poured a cup of tea by himself, glanced at An Bochen and said.

"Bo Chen, you're going to the martial arts arena tomorrow, are you sure?"

"Fifty percent."

After thinking about it, An Bochen replied.

"Fifty percent... With the support of those relatives and friends and businesses tomorrow, it should be able to increase to [-]%. Sixty percent, so-so."

Xiao Hou took a sip of his tea, said quietly, and glanced at the girl standing next to the building from time to time, with an inexplicable look on his face.

Like An Bochen, as time spent with Sima Jin grew longer, Xiao Hou felt more and more that this girl with long cherry red hair was extraordinary.On the surface, she looks innocent, but in fact, her scheming has already surpassed many adults who have been immersed in this way for more than ten years, and her whimsy and whimsy are endless.Take this time as an example, not only did they recruit a group of so-called "friends and relatives", but they also recruited many owners of teahouses and theaters to build up momentum for An Bochen, exaggerating his ordinary identity and background countless times, and talking about it to the guests. , One pass ten, ten pass one hundred, now in Liujing, almost everyone knows Mr. Li's most proud "student", Moyunlou Anbochen.

To lead an army to win a battle, one must gain momentum first, and the same is true in the teaching field competition.

Xiao Hou and Sima Jin were very clear about An Bochen's abilities. He had only learned guns for less than ten days. Although he was talented and hardworking, he was only a first-time brother after all, and the battle with Li Lin was really difficult.

Liu Jun or Zuo Xiang would also create momentum for Li Lin, but they would never create momentum to the extent of Sima Jin. Comparing the two, An Bochen was definitely superior in terms of momentum.

As long as he can still unleash the shot from the Temple of the Night, with the help of his momentum, he will definitely be able to catch Young Master Li by surprise. As for whether he can control the battle in the end, it depends on An Bochen himself.

Sipping his tea, shaking his head and brain, Xiao Hou had already started to imagine the crowds empty alleyway tomorrow, his eyes fell on Sima Jin intentionally or unintentionally, Xiao Hou stroked his beard, his eyes flickered.

Winning this battle and relieving the immediate crisis of Mo Yunlou is just the first step in his strategy of Liujing.He was really curious about what tomorrow's battle would be like for this girl whose identity is still a mystery.

The morning breeze was cold, and the three people in the building were thinking about their own thoughts. At this moment, Sima Jin frowned slightly, turned her head to look at the stairs, and let out a low drink.

"Who's here?"

"Report to Miss Hongfu, servant girl Yunxiang."

The timid voice came from down the stairs, Xiaohou looked gloomy, glanced at Sima Jin, and didn't speak.

On the seventh floor of Moyun, only Mr. Li and his personal servants are qualified to come. An Bochen and Hong Funu are fine here, but he showed up on the seventh floor early in the morning. If the servants in the building find out, he will inevitably fall People's words are suspicious.

Sima Jin understood, walked to the stairs, blocked Xiao Hou's figure, and said indifferently.

"It's so early in the morning, Rue Xiang, why are you sneaking here?"

"Servant...servant is ready to serve the young master to wash his face and mouth."

There was a hint of panic in the voice, and even An Bochen felt that something was wrong.

"Young master has not woken up yet, even if you wake up, you will be served by Hongfu, you should step back, without a message from Steward Xiao, it is strictly forbidden to come here."

Shouting back the maid who was hiding at the top of the stairs on the sixth floor, Sima Jin turned around, sat down at the round table, and said in silence for a while.

"Have these servants ever acted presumptuously before?"

"never had."

With a cold snort, Xiao Hou's face became more and more gloomy.

"Young Master Li said that he was not sick, but in the eyes of those people, he showed weakness, and actually put his hand into the Moyun Tower."

"It's nothing, I think the servants who came to Moyun Tower know more or less about the relationship between Mr. Li and Mr. Huo. Mr. Huo betrayed the king and died, the mansion was raided, and the python robes and seals were found, as well as the letters secretly communicated with the foreign officials. , this matter has already been rumored, the city is full of wind and rain, and people are in panic. The Duke of the State had frequent contacts with Mr. Li, and now the servants in the building are naturally worried that they will be involved. .”

"What Miss Hongfu said is absolutely true."

Xiao Hou nodded, looked at An Bochen who was still unable to get in the way, and said with a smile.

"As the saying goes, the monkeys scatter when the trees fall, but most of the time, before the trees fall, the hozens jumping up and down will show their feet early. The reason why the hundreds of feet of trees will fall is not unrelated to their obedience and yin. .”

Seeing Xiao Hou preaching to An Bochen in secret again, Sima Jin pouted helplessly and interrupted.

"Old Xiao, if the servants don't keep their peace of mind, they may see flaws in the long run."

After taking a sip of tea, Xiao Hou nodded, deeply convinced.

"Although we won't all have disagreements, we don't have the time to identify them one by one right now. In this way, I will find an excuse to dismiss them all at noon. Anyway, we don't need to be served by others. Since those people think that Mo Yunlou is showing weakness, so show weakness to the end."

After a pause, Xiao Hou frowned and said hesitantly.

"I have my own way to manage the shops under Mr. Li's name. As long as Bochen's battle tomorrow is safe, no matter how worried the left minister is about Mr. Li, he will not attack Mo Yunlou. But there are only three of us in Moyunlou. If there are not a few people who run errands, there are still some shortages."

Xiao Hou has been helping Young Master Li to run the business for so many years, and he is considered to be well-informed in Liujing, but now it is different from the past, if he wants to choose another servant for Mo Yunlou, he must not recruit people in Liujing.Not to mention Sima Jin, although she can call the wind and rain in Wu country, she is a foreigner from Liujing.

The two of them fell silent at the moment, and then they heard An Bochen who was on the side suddenly speak.

"How many people will be recruited?"

"Four or five diligent servants will do."

Xiao Hou looked at An Bochen thoughtfully, and replied.

"Maybe, I can find a few people to come."

Looking out over the building and falling to the west, An Bochen murmured inexplicably.

Hearing the words of Xiaohou and Sima Jin, An Bochen also knew the scruples in their hearts. The "Mr. Li" who was standing in the corner and smiling silly was their biggest trump card. Once those restless servants found the flaw ,The consequences could be disastrous.Therefore, two conditions must be met to find a servant from the building, one is to be familiar, and the other is to be loyal.

To this day, An Bochen is still a little servant boy, so naturally he doesn't know where to find such a servant, but he knows that there is someone who can help.

But, should I call him back... As the manager of Mo Yunlou on the surface, I seem to be in a good position, but in fact I am in danger... But as long as tomorrow's battle can be won, the future Life should be fine.

Maybe it was because of his soul wandering last night, he had seen those people standing on the top of the Great Kuang, and he could still talk and laugh happily with them, and he could advance and retreat with a certain amount of time, not to mention that he didn't even reach the level of Li Lin.

It is true that An Bochen's cultivation level is not as high as the ground grade, and his strength is somewhat weaker than Li Lin's, but after all the previous events, his state of mind and confidence have already far exceeded the current cultivation level.Although he is not sure about tomorrow's battle, he does not have the slightest fear. In the eyes of Xiao Hou and Sima Jin, he only thinks that An Bochen has a plan in his chest.

After thinking for a moment, An Bochen walked to the desk by the window, studied the ink, licked the pen, and wrote without haste.

After finishing the book, An Bochen sealed it with letterhead, turned around and handed it to Xiaohou.

"Mr. Xiao, please send someone you trust to deliver this letter to Li Yuanwai's home in Yuanjing Village."

After receiving the letter, Xiao Hou nodded, looked at An Bochen in relief, and asked suddenly.

"Can you send some gold and silver home?"

Hearing this, An Bochen's body trembled slightly, his back was facing Xiao Hou, and he didn't know what he was thinking.

After a long time, An Bochen spoke.

"It's too conspicuous to send too much, lest it cause trouble, just two or three taels of silver."

Holding Wuxie tightly, An Bochen took a deep breath and looked westward with an inexplicable expression.

.......

Wearing a green cassock, the young monk walked slowly on the old Tang road.

As noon approached, the streets were crowded with people, and there was a cloud of traffic. Seeing the handsome monks, everyone would cast curious eyes, let alone those ladies.

There is always a faint smile on the face of the monk, calm and peaceful, which is incompatible with the bustling and noisy long street. The more so, the more attention is drawn.

Not long after, he had come to Wangjun Lake.

The painted boats are connected to the shore, colorful and overwhelming, which is really beautiful.

He doesn't know why he came here. He is a Buddhist who is destined to abide by the rules and precepts all his life. He observes the five precepts, and all appearances are born in the heart and scattered in the heart.

"Mo Yunlou An Bochen, the disciple of Young Master Hermit Li of the Liu Kingdom...I didn't expect him to be quite famous in Liu Jing."

Looking at the misty Changhu Lake, the young monk smiled inexplicably, shouted the Buddha's name, and said leisurely.

"The benefactor has followed the little monk for almost a street. If he doesn't show up again, the little monk will be impatient."

"I heard that the monks of Qin State are the most patient, let alone the famous Master Wuhua. If he didn't have that patience, the master would not have stayed in the Qin State Temple for more than ten years."

Hearing that someone pronounced his name as "Wuhua" on purpose, a trace of sullenness flashed in Wuhua's eyes, and then disappeared in an instant, and his brows frowned slightly.

Since he said that, he must have been there when he confronted An Bochen in front of the Moyun Building... He followed him for more than one street, maybe since he first entered Liujing, he has been surrounded by him eye on.

Brows stretched, Wuhua turned around unhurriedly, clasped his palms together, and looked at the man with a smile.

The one who caught my eye was a boy of seventeen or eighteen years old, dressed in gray cloth and linen shoes, with a simple and gloomy face, and when I looked closely, there seemed to be an infinite smile on my brow.