Repugnant Gateway

In the next few days, Anzheng lived a quiet and extreme day. It seemed that An Jiechen had specifically instructed his brothers and sisters not to disturb him, even Du Shou was entangled in the practice every day. There are very few opportunities to meet An An.

The older brother came to see him every day, but he never entered the room, just walked to the door and stood for a minute. It seems that he has a precise clock in his body, and he turns immediately after sixty seconds, and it is not worse than one second.

An Zheng knew what it meant to stay for sixty seconds and was urging.

Water is a magical thing, not just a necessity for human survival. There are a lot of former wise men who are observing and experiencing the characteristics of water to enter the Tao. Water is the source of everything, covering everything and being imperceptible.

An Zheng entered the Tao from Yang Lake and felt the water, first of all, the water is something outside the water. Never from Yanghu to Baisheng College, from Baisheng College to Yancheng.

The greater and greater perception makes An Zheng's experience deeper and deeper. Ning Xiaolou said that his improvement in perception is the pure power of the fiercely advancing demon, but An Zheng knows that everything is still his own.

He closed his eyes, but raised his head, it seemed that he could see the universe sky through his eyelids and the thick roof.

If practitioners can melt into all things, it is a natural way.

Anzheng sat cross-legged in the room like this, and the consciousness had no idea where he had gone. He just wanted to work harder and harder to go higher and further, higher and farther.

I don't know why, An Zheng felt that he saw the stars during the day. Moreover, the stars seem to be getting bigger and bigger. He always thought that the stars were small things, and they hung in the sky to radiate light. But everything that is being felt tells An Zheng that the previous feeling is just a subjective illusion.

The stars are not small.

An Zheng felt that he flew up, passed through the thick clouds, and then became hotter and hotter. Then he hit a layer of invisible but extremely strong barrier. He tried one shock at a time, but no matter how hard he tried, the shock was meaningless. That layer of barriers is simply impossible to break through, and it is even a force that cannot be perceived by security.

This layer of barrier seems to have infinite thickness, even if the contention turns into an arrow, it will not pass through. But this barrier did not have the power to engulf in shock, but only blocked the consciousness of An Zheng from allowing him to continue outward.

The barriers are transparent, so even if Anzheng is blocked, he still sees things that cannot be seen on the ground. He saw a gigantic sphere with potholes on the surface, which seemed to have no breath of life.

The place was barren to the extreme, emitting a faint white light.

What is this huge sphere?

Suddenly, a force from the barriers pressed Anzheng's consciousness back. Anzheng felt that he had fallen straight from the middle of the air, which was an indescribable terror. It fell from a height of tens of thousands of meters and was completely out of control.

boom!

An Zhengming was sitting in the room, but the room he was in was instantly pressed into powder by some invisible force. An Zheng was still sitting there, but there was a stream of blood at the corner of his mouth.

In less than a second, Master Brother An, an adjudicator, appeared in front of An Zheng, looked at An Zheng's pale face, and frowned, pulling An Zheng up, flashing, and disappeared.

With a bang, An Zheng was thrown into Weiyang Lake by the An Chen.

"Before the ground is fully sensed, covet it?"

An Jiechen shook his head slightly: "It has been a blessing among misfortunes without dying you."

For another three days, An Zhengcai was never fished out of Yang Lake by the An Chen. An Zheng seemed to have died once, and the whole person was in an extremely weak state. He was awkward and didn't know anything, as if his soul had been sucked away.

It took another five days for Anzheng to regain some vitality, and began to eat and drink, but spit it out.

In another seven days, An Zheng could walk slowly in the yard, as if he were a dying old man.

Chunsheng Nuan Restaurant.

Tang Shuang, the first disciple of the Academy's teachings, and the second disciple Zhang Cuizhu took An Jiechen to drink. An Jiechen was not a good wine person, and he didn't like to communicate. Halfway along, Tang Shuang and Zhang Cuizhu were dragged and met. He was gentle and hard to refuse.

After three rounds of drinking, the seemingly casual chat was transferred to An Zheng.

"Brother, you are the newcomer in the Gaze Pavilion. It is said that the young talent with amazing talents has not seen him recently. I am very curious. I have always wanted to find him to learn about things about talents. You know, we Baisheng Academy 'S disciples actually don't obey anyone. "

An Jiechen drank a few glasses of wine, his face slightly reddish, and he quickly waved his hand: "Younger brother was a little bit more anxious to practice in the past few days. He was hurt and is still recovering. At least half a month later, he can barely resume the practice. These days Very weak, I am afraid that even an ordinary person can't beat it. You are a brother, and the strength of the first-class disciples is also in the forefront. Don't bully him. "

"Hahahaha, I have long heard that your brother is gentle and pure, so it is true. You can rest assured that since the younger brother has been injured, how can we go to him. After returning home, you should take good care of him and wait for him to recover and then discuss. Besides, I ’m a brother or a first-class disciple, I wo n’t do anything even if I ’m learning, it ’s better than talent. ”

Zhang Cuizhu took a sip of wine and asked, "Brother, is he really hurt so badly?"

An Jiechen is a gentleman who can't lie. Zheng Se replied: "The younger brother is indeed very seriously injured. A few days ago he couldn't even drink rice porridge and vomited. But he forced himself to drink and forced himself to eat, this I'm afraid it hurts the root cause. "

Zhang Cuizhu glanced at Tang Shuang indifferently, Tang Shuang coughed and said, "Since that is the case, then we will not delay you. After returning, we will also ask Mr. to reward some medicine, and give it to Brother later. In the past, it was forwarded to Junior Brother An Zheng on our behalf. "

An Jiechen quickly stood up and clenched his fists: "Thank you."

He and Tang Shuang Zhang Cuizhu said goodbye, and when he walked out of the spring, the sky was slightly darkened. He was a little anxious to think that the medicine he had just brought back to repair the Yuanshen had not been given to An Zheng.

At this time, he saw a very unusual girl.

Wearing a cotton dress, the style is slightly thicker, but there is no sense of weight on her. This girl's figure should be very good, although the long skirt is generous and plain, not splendid, but it gives people a sense of beauty. She wore a pair of boots on her feet, and there was a beast face embroidered with silver thread on it, but she couldn't tell the monster.

She carried a bow behind her, and an arrow pot hung by her waist. The bow is almost as long as her, but the arrow pot is empty. Seemingly seeing An Jiechen looking at her, the girl hesitated and walked towards An Jiechen.

"Senior, I want to ask you for someone."

Hearing the word senior, An Jiechen was slightly sad.

"I ... not old, I ... me, and I am not a senior."

I don't know what happened, and the calm mood of the original 33 years suddenly made waves. Suddenly, An Jiechen found himself a little nervous, his fingers trembling slightly.

"Who do you want to ask?"

His voice trembled slightly.

In fact, the girl in front of him was not the kind of stunning beauty, but it touched the softness that An Jiechen thought he had never existed.

"A man named An Zheng."

The young lady's answer made An Jiechen feel a little hurt.

"Oh ... why are you looking for him?"

"I owe him a life, I will pay it back."

Hearing this answer, An Jiechen relaxed for no reason. It turned out that I owed him a life, not a love. Then An Jiechen scolded himself ... An Jiechen, how can you be so nasty!

"An Zheng is now a disciple of Baisheng College, and is now practicing. Baisheng College is quite strict. You ... can't see him for the time being."

"Oh, it's good to know where he is. I find a place to live nearby."

The girl was Du Ruo, the princess of the Ling clan, thanking An Jiechen slightly, turned around and prepared to leave, and then stopped, not looking back, and said a little embarrassedly: "That ... I don't have any money, nothing, so If you ca n’t live in an inn, where can you stay for free? Whether it ’s a sect, a temple, or a residential house. "

An Jiechen made a very irrational decision at this moment.

"You go with me."

Feeling embarrassed after he finished speaking, he quickly explained: "I mean follow me back to the college, and I ... also belong to Baisheng College."

At the same time, Baisheng College.

The lesson looked at Nuan and Tang Shuang and Zhang Cuizhu who hurried back: "Are you sure that An Zheng was seriously injured?"

"Sir, An Jiechen is a fool, he will not lie."

"Ok……"

Qu Xiangnuan was silent for a while and then said: "In a few days it will be the day of the promotion of the college. The disciples will only be promoted once every two months. An Zheng is now a third-level disciple. It is impossible to miss the three promotion in the next six months. If it is missed, he will not be able to complete the bet with Lord Shangshang within six months. Therefore, even if he is seriously injured, he will not give up promotion. Choose the battle of second-level disciples. "

"What did you tell me?"

"I don't like this contention."

Qu Xiangnuan leaned back, somewhat depressed.

"It's as if I have always disliked Fang Tanzhi ... When you participated in the election of a first-class disciple, you lost to An Jiechen, right? You also said at the time that An Jiechen was an idiot. He was stupid and blunt, and he was not suitable for practice at all, but he was defeated and humiliated by others. Zhang Cuizhu, when you participated in the election of a first-level disciple last year, was you defeated by the prosperity? "

Tang Shuang and Zhang Cuizhu bowed their heads at the same time, and both felt a little ashamed.

"You have always been humiliated by Fang Tanzhi's disciples, I have been humiliated by Fang Tanzhi ... I will not allow my disciples, and I will be humiliated by Fang Tanzhi's disciples for the third time. The election battle a few days later, If I ca n’t even fight a serious injury, then I have no face to continue teaching at Baisheng College. "

"Mr. rest assured, we will talk to a few candidates, and we will never let that secure a successful election."

"Next time? After he recovers?"

Qu Xiangnuan curled up, seeming a little cold: "Could there be another time?"

Tang Shuang and Zhang Cuizhu glanced at each other, then bowed their heads at the same time: "Disciples understand."

Qu Xiangnuan waved his hand: "Go, I'm a sir. I can't drink some of the disciples' words, but you can. The disciples are stupid, and you two have to be reminded as brothers."