Yang Jian and Sun Wukong

Yang Jian's sky eyes emitted a golden light and shot towards the mist.

The fog shrank, and the succubus let out a shrill scream.

The edge of the fog is pitch black, in stark contrast to the white fog.Yang Jian pointed the tip of his spear at the black mass, and a little light shot out from the tip of the spear. The light gradually became brighter, and the succubus' cry became more and more miserable.

"This world was created by you. You have no body, no soul, only a desire, and you will not be hurt. And if I die in a dream, I will die in reality. It seems that you are sure to win." Yang Jian While talking, he drew strange patterns with the tip of his gun in the air.Wherever the three-pointed two-edged gun is moved, the light will shine there.The white mist has shrunk to about ten feet, and it keeps shaking to break through, but it still can't get rid of the shackles of the three-pointed and two-edged gun.Yang Jian calmly finished drawing the distribution of the Big Dipper, and the final position of the North Star was right in the middle of the fog.As long as the light is shot at the position of the North Star, the dream will be completely destroyed.

"No one is your opponent in the dream, so I will not fight you, I will only destroy your dream." Yang Jian said calmly.

"Yang Jian, are you crazy?" The Dream Demon shouted, "Once the dream is broken, everything in the dream will disappear, and you will die too!"

Yang Jian bent the corners of his mouth and smiled faintly: "What joy is there in life, what is there to fear in death!" Pointing the three-pointed and two-edged gun straight at the center of the mist, the tip of the gun emitted a sharp light, as bright as day.

At this moment, a gust of wind came from behind.

Yang Jian turned around quickly, and saw a person flying towards him—a round face, black eyes, and tight lips, revealing a clear dimple. It was Monkey King.

"Yang Jian, my old grandson is here to help you!" Sun Wukong held up the golden cudgel and attacked the dream demon with all his strength.

Why is Sun Wukong here?

Yang Jian wanted to say that you don't need your help, I pretended to destroy the dream to scare the succubus, as long as the succubus is disturbed, I can take advantage of it.Yang Jian wanted to say that you must not attack the spot where the fog is thickest in the middle, it will shatter the whole dream, and you and I will die.Yang Jian wanted to say you go away, if you don't come, I will succeed.

But in fact, Yang Jian didn't have time to say anything.

Sun Wukong's golden cudgel has hit the middle of the mist, which happens to be the position of the North Star.With Sun Wukong's eyesight, although he couldn't see that that position would destroy the dream, he could see that it was the most vulnerable point in the entire illusory world. If he wanted to attack, he would naturally attack its weak point.This incident made Yang Jian understand that he is not afraid of not knowing everything, but only half of it.

With a loud bang, the fog exploded and blood burst out.The darkness surrounding the mist expands infinitely, red lights shoot out from the position of the Big Dipper, connecting them into a line, and the dream quickly dissipates.Yang Jian was the first to bear the brunt of the blow, and was so shocked by the power of the dream monster that he spurted blood from his mouth, and blood flowed from even Tian's eyes.

The spot in the middle of the fog that was attacked by Monkey King revealed a glimmer of light, and the scene of the real world can be vaguely seen.The dream created by the succubus is broken.

Yang Jian didn't even have the time to complain, so with all his strength, he threw Monkey King out first, and then fled away by himself.

Yang Jian felt severe pain in his leg, thinking, did his upper body break out of the dream, leaving his legs inside?

The mist swept up along the legs, and the place covered by the mist turned black and lost consciousness, but Yang Jian no longer had the slightest strength to resist.Half of his body was destroyed, but he didn't die completely. Is this considered luck?But he could have retreated all over the place, but he failed because of Monkey King's disservice. How can this be considered good luck?

"Yang Jian!"

Who is calling me?Yang Jian raised his head and saw the Monkey King who was thrown out of the dream by him had returned.

"Yang Jian! Yang Jian!" The Monkey King with the face of a fifteen or sixteen-year-old boy flew back, hugged Yang Jian, and waved the golden cudgel to dispel the fog around Yang Jian.

Yang Jian noticed that Sun Wukong's right shoulder was bloody and bloody, his white bones were exposed, and half of his body was stained red with blood.With such a serious injury, he didn't have any mana to protect his body, did he use it all to protect me?Yang Jian wanted to say that you save some strength to protect yourself, otherwise you will die here and you won't be able to save me.Yang Jian wanted to say that I can move, you don't need to hug me to fly, even if you hug me, you don't need to hug me so tightly.

But once again Yang Jian didn't have time to say anything.His last thought before he fell into a coma was: If he can survive this time, he must tell Sun Wukong not to hug his neck when he hugs someone, or he will really strangle him to death...

It was still dark when Yang Jian woke up.Such a long time in the dream is only a moment in reality.Yang Jian opened his eyes, and the first thing he saw was a big round face, with two black eyes rolling around, smart and lively.

"Are you awake?" Sun Wukong came up to him, cracked a big smile, and was so excited that he lay on Yang Jian's body and hugged him tightly. "Great! Woohoo, you're not dead." Sun Wukong nuzzled Yang Jian back and forth, looking here and there.When the nose was in front of Yang Jian's face, Yang Jian hid without a trace, he is still not good at getting too close to people.

Sun Wukong saw it, and said dissatisfied: "I'm used to cuddling with those monkeys and tigers. You gods are troublesome. What's the matter if you touch me? Do you think I'm dirty?" "I don't even think you're hairless."

Yang Jian couldn't help laughing.

Sun Wukong stared blankly at Yang Jian's smile: "It's so pretty, smile again!"

Yang Jian glanced at him reproachfully, his eyes flickering.Monkey King was dumbfounded again, and murmured: "How did your eyes come into being? Why do they look like there is water in them?"

Yang Jian said seriously, "Thank you just now."

Sun Wukong slapped his chest loudly, and said proudly, "You're welcome, we are brothers all over the world."

"Since when are we brothers?"

"Right now!" Sun Wukong pursed his mouth and said with a mournful face, "You don't even know that when you didn't wake up just now, I almost thought you were dead and cried a lot." Sun Wukong pulled the quilt, "Look, look , There are still tears from crying on it. Huh? Why does this look so much like the saliva I drool when I slept before?" Sun Wukong exclaimed, "Oh, I made a mistake, that is the tear stains!" He went to pull another quilt.

Yang Jian quickly stopped Monkey King's movements, he had fully appreciated the monkey's vitality.Yang Jian noticed that his left hand was missing the fairy rope, and looked at Monkey King suspiciously.

"Brother, how can you still be tied up?" Sun Wukong said again and again, "I'm not afraid that your blood will be blocked and your injury will be affected by being tied up."

"Then what about your oath?"

"My old Sun King Kong has an indestructible body, so I am not afraid of chopping with knives and axes, and being burned by lightning."

Yang Jian found it funny again: "It turns out that the Monkey King is so cunning, he swore he was not honest." Yang Jian seemed to be infected by his good mood when he was with Monkey King.

Sun Wukong scratched his head: "Not really, in fact, I was not tied to the demon-slaying stage to be tortured, I just thought about it that way. When Master taught me spells, I said that I jumped out of the three realms and was not in the five elements. If it was so easy He died, where is his old face?"

"Who is your master?" "I can't say, the master won't let me say it, and I won't even let me call him master."

Yang Jian laughed and said, "It must be because your master is afraid that you will cause trouble and hurt him, so you are not allowed to report his name."

"Master said that he didn't teach the art of indestructibility that I wanted to learn, and said that when I go west in the future, I will meet another master in the mortal world. I thought that he must not be able to teach me, so I used this to deceive me. "

Yang Jian thought about it and thought, could it be the Patriarch Subhuti?He tentatively said: "To be able to teach a disciple like you who has great powers but does not understand the world's Taoism, your master must not be an ordinary god. The person with the highest magic power today is the first to recommend the Western Tathagata, but he is extremely strict in accepting disciples, and I am afraid he will not accept one. Little mountain monkey."

"Hmph." Sun Wukong replied while treating Yang Jian's wounds, "I don't care about being his apprentice. If he wants to teach me, I won't do it."

"Although Jin Chanzi's Taoism is high, but he questioned Tathagata's Dharma, and there are many conflicts with Tathagata's words. He has not yet understood Taoism, so he probably won't accept disciples casually."

"Jin Chanzi is very knowledgeable, but he is too wordy." Sun Wukong said, "According to the ranking, it's your turn!"

"Yang Jian is not good at Taoism, how dare he mislead his disciples? Besides, Yang Jian's low-level magic is definitely not ranked third."

Sun Wukong looked at him with a smile.

Yang Jian said: "You know me very well, did you know me before?"

Sun Wukong laughed: "I know you, I know you, but you don't know me."

"You really met me?"

Sun Wukong nodded.

"when?"

"you guess."

Yang Jian was angry.

Sun Wukong laughed loudly: "Yang Jian, you look very beautiful when you are angry... Oh, it's not beautiful, it's touching... It's not right..." Scratching his ears, he couldn't think of an adjective, "Anyway, I really like to see you angry."

Yang Jian really has nothing to do with such a monkey: "I'm not angry, I never get angry."

"Liar, you were angry with the Great Golden Crow in the dream, otherwise you wouldn't know he was fake and kill him."

Yang Jian was slightly anxious: "How much have you seen?"

"From your family singing around the wind chimes, to the end."

Yang Jian's heart was half relieved, it seemed that Sun Wukong didn't know the reason why he fell into the dream in the first place.If Sun Wukong knew that he was in a dream discussing with the god how to kill him, he would not be so kind to him now.

"How did you enter my dream?"

"You still said that I slept well, but you turned over and talked in your sleep, which woke me up. Later, I saw that something was wrong. Your sweat was dripping like running water, and your whole body was soaked, as if you were covered by something. The monster is fascinated, so I will go out of my body to see what happened."

Thinking of the danger in the dream, Yang Jian couldn't help groaning, fearing that he would reveal something he shouldn't have said, so he asked, "What nonsense did I say?"

"I called my father, mother, elder brother and third sister, oh yes, and sang a song. There is a mountain in the distance, there is a tree on the mountain, and there is a thatched hut under the tree. The family lives in the house... I can't hear it clearly." " Sun Wukong pulled Yang Jian's sleeve and begged, "Sing that song to me once."

Yang Jian was slightly dejected, lowered his head, his thoughts were not in place.

The scene in the dream is still vivid in my mind, in fact, even if I don’t dream every night, I will never forget those people, those things, those happiness blooming like flowers and the unforgettable pain.Sometimes Yang Jian thought, if he could forget, would he be happier?But those people are already dead, even their souls are gone. If I forget about them again, it will be as if they never existed.To forget is to betray.What's more, many things, even if you want to forget, you can't forget, because it has been integrated into your blood.

The family had dinner and sat around under the eaves.The wind chimes jingled.My father said that the jade on the wind chime represents each of us. In fact, our family is like this wind chime. Everyone is an integral part of the family.The mother sang softly, "There is a mountain in the distance, and there is a tree on the mountain. The family lives in the house, very, very happy..." The third sister clapped her hands and sang along with her mother, and the eldest brother ran and jumped around.At that time, the moon was full, the flowers were fragrant, the wind was blowing gently, the cicadas were buzzing, and the wind chimes under the eaves were intact, playing happy movements in the charming night.

This scene has already melted into the flesh and blood.Even without the guidance of the succubus, he would still dream.When I killed the Great Golden Crow in my dream, did I have the will to die?If I was a little weaker, if Monkey King didn't appear in the end, wouldn't I really die with the Dream Demon?

"Yang Jian, are you sad?" Sun Wukong's voice interrupted Yang Jian's thoughts.

"No." Yang Jian was satisfied that his voice was as calm as usual, "I just have a sore leg."