Yang Jian and Sun Wukong

If the snail spirit wanted to tell Sun Wukong about the past at first, then after hearing what Sun Wukong said, he absolutely gave up.

Actions always speak louder than words.

The snail spirit puts his left hand on the top and his right hand on the bottom, clasping his hands together in front of his chest.

"Back then you were really powerful, and there were few opponents in the Three Realms, but now your magic power is imprisoned, and you can release less than half of it. Do you think you can defeat me?" With a split of both hands, a huge ball of light appeared In the middle of the palm, "Sun Wukong, I want you to pay with blood today! Pay back Amin's life!"

Monkey King jumped high without fear.The golden cudgel turned into a yellow awn, and cut towards the snail spirit.

All of a sudden, the ray of light shot straight towards Xiaohan.Sun Wukong and the snail spirit were so shocked by each other's power that they flew out involuntarily.The snail spirit took three steps back and stood still.Monkey King retreated five steps in a row, and finally couldn't stand still, and fell to the ground.

Seeing this, the snail spirit looked up to the sky and laughed, but tears flowed from his eyes.

Sun Wukong stood up tremblingly leaning on the golden cudgel.There was a red light in front of his eyes, and he looked at things as if they were covered with a layer of red veil.The most worrying thing happened, he suffered from a headache.The only thing he could do was to hold on to the golden cudgel so that he wouldn't get a headache in front of the snail spirit and roll over on the ground like a dog.

The snail spirit was still laughing, with tears streaming down his face, as if he had gone crazy.

Sun Wukong's body trembled more and more, his back was sweating, and his right temple hurt like a needle prick.No one can come to help him, and Monkey King is not willing to be helped.He is the one with the highest magic power among the four on the west side.If he was injured, those three guys might gloat and be very happy, why would they take the initiative to lend a helping hand?They would be sorry for a while if he died, but perhaps it was because they had no one to protect them from now on.Sun Wukong never believed that there would be no one in the world who would truly love himself without selfishness.Sun Wukong also didn't believe that the snail spirit said that his magic power was less than half of the original, and he never had such a thing in his memory.But there is no doubt that you can't beat the snail spirit.This cognition made him resentful and unacceptable.He bit the tip of his tongue to maintain his sanity and stood up straight.

"Sun Wukong, look at what you look like now! You can't even beat me! You are so weak and vulnerable, what are you talking about learning from the West?" The snail stopped laughing and said, "I want you to kneel on the ground In front of the grave, beg me for mercy!"

Monkey King sneered, too lazy to speak.

This complete disregard made the snail furious.He walked towards Sun Wukong, the palms of his hands glowing white, ready for the final blow.

At this critical moment, a red light fell between the snail spirit and Monkey King, and then the fog rose, and nothing could be seen in the surrounding whiteness.

Sun Wukong was swept up by a strong force, feeling that he was constantly rising, but he was unable to regain control of his body.It was as if there was an invisible net covering him, preventing him from moving an inch, and he could only be at the mercy of those who cast the net.All five senses are lost. After a while, I feel my feet are on the ground, and I can see the scene again.

The fog faded away, revealing the bright blue sky, green mountains and green waters.

The snail spirit is gone.

"Hehe..." There was a laugh like a silver bell.

Sun Wukong turned his head quickly, and saw a teenage girl standing on the grass, with a sweet smile and picturesque features, looking at him charmingly.

"You saved me?" Sun Wukong guessed that he was transported here by her teleportation technique.

This little girl was wearing a silver-white armor and a black cloak on her back. She was tall and slender, with a bit of heroism in her delicate beauty.

Sun Wukong was taken aback: Why is her attire so familiar?

The pain in the right temple suddenly spread to the whole head, as if something was hooping the head, strangled tightly.Monkey King yelled "ah", threw the golden cudgel and fell to the ground.The little girl's exclamation seemed to be far away.Sun Wukong held his head in his hands, rolled around in pain, turned halfway through somersaults, and fell in mid-air.The moment he passed out from the pain, he felt a pair of women's hands supporting him, and then he didn't know anything.

Monkey King had a dream, he often dreamed.

He was walking in his dream, running towards the big red sun, walking along the stone steps for a while, jumping up the tree and galloping for a while, turning somersaults for a while, and riding the clouds for a while.

Jump up a cliff.

Behind him was a large scarlet flag, fluttering in the wind.Don't ask him why he knew there was a big banner behind him, he just knew it.He stood on the edge of the cliff, the clouds were at his feet, the sun slowly sank into the sea below the cliff, and a golden-red halo spread across the sea, he patted his chest and howled loudly: "Aw... ow..." All over the mountains and plains echoed the howls of various animals.

Someone is beside him.Silver and white armor, black dragon cloak, tall and straight.

Sun Wukong glanced at him with a smile, and his heart was filled with an inexplicable feeling.It's not happy, it's not joyful, it's... very down-to-earth.

Sun Wukong opened his hands and made a gesture of embracing the sun. "Sun, here I come! Aww..."

The person next to him seemed to think he was naughty, so he hit his head with a fan.

Sun Wukong rubbed the place where he was knocked, grinningly stuck to him, stretched out his arms to hug him, and rubbed his face back and forth between his neck.The man took a step back, "Don't... someone..." Sun Wukong narrowed his eyes, "If there is someone, there will be someone! Do you care what other people think of you?"

"No, but I care what other people think of you."

Monkey King laughed, "I can do whatever I want, who dares to talk too much!"

The man didn't speak, and after a while, he finally hugged Monkey King instead.

Sun Wukong's blood surged.Just embracing each other, I feel that there is nothing I want in this life, as if no matter what I do, he will support, no matter what I say, he will understand, even if I don’t say anything, he can understand his own mind, language is in this person It is even the biggest obstacle to communication.Don't ask Sun Wukong why he thinks this way, he just dares to be so sure.

The sun sank more than half in the sea.The clouds in the western sky were layer upon layer, and all of them turned red, as magnificent as jade, emitting a dazzling light.Monkey King jumped and shouted: "Look, the sunset is so beautiful!"

The man looked west with him.

Sun Wukong stood shoulder to shoulder with him, facing the sea, and said: "Ah, I want to compose a poem, praising the sunset! Ah, the sea..."

The man knocked on his head again, this time he didn't use a fan, but his hands. After knocking, he directly turned Monkey King's head over and held him in his arms.

Monkey King emerged from his arms.As long as he stood up straight, he would be as tall as that person, and he couldn't hold back.A little nostalgic for the feeling of being pampered like this, so she lowered her head again, arched in his arms, breathing on his neck.He is wearing armor, with a high collar, fully armed, only a small section of white neck is exposed, tempting Monkey King.There is a special smell on his body. I can't tell what it is. He is the only one who has this kind of lost smell.Sun Wukong raised his eyes secretly, and saw that he was concentrating on admiring the beauty of the sunset. He didn't want to disturb him, and felt that he was in his arms, but he didn't look at him. It was tolerable or unbearable. This person should be perfect. You are right.So he aimed at his Adam's apple and bit down.

He was really startled: "Don't make trouble, can't you be quiet for a while?"

Sun Wukong went to kiss him, but he avoided it: "Didn't you say you wanted to take me to watch the sunset?"

It’s okay not to mention it, but when Sun Wukong was mentioned, he became angry: “I meant to take you to watch the sunset, I didn’t say to watch it with so many people!”

Sun Wukong waved his hand back, and the group of monsters stood neatly behind them. Although they were ten feet away, they were still in full view of everyone.The afterglow of the setting sun sprinkled on the armors of the monsters, and the armors were all golden, which was so unsightly.

Sun Wukong waved his hands to the brothers behind him like chasing flies: "Everyone is rolling..."

A voice came from the queue: "Shitou, I have been waiting for your order for a long time, you can't just care about me and me, you have to discuss something serious, when will we attack the heaven?"

Sun Wukong turned his head.

A tiger appeared behind him, yellow-haired, strong, with a shy smile in its eyes.Before Sun Wukong could say anything, the tiger suddenly spewed blood from its mouth, and its limbs twitched and fell down.

"A Ming!" Sun Wukong yelled, jumping up from the ground more than ten feet high.

Open your eyes.

Blue sky, white clouds, green hills, green grass.No Armin.

After a moment of stupefaction, Monkey King woke up completely.

Recall carefully, just like every dream in the past, I can't remember anything.The situation in the dream is like a gust of wind, which disappears when it blows past.

Dizzy, the scene in front of him swayed back and forth, so that Sun Wukong wished to destroy the whole world-it would be clean if it was destroyed.

It was dusk, and the afterglow of the setting sun reminded Sun Wukong of something.

As if in a dream, saw the sunset?Golden red?Really sunset?While thinking deeply, the right temple twitched again.Sun Wukong quickly stopped thinking.If Monkey King, who is not afraid of anything, is also afraid of things, then it is afraid of headaches.As long as he doesn't get a headache, let alone not thinking deeply about the things in the dream, he is willing to do anything.

The little girl who stood by and took care of Sun Wukong handed him the handkerchief.

Monkey King only noticed her, and at the same time noticed the sweat on his head. "Did you hear me talking in my sleep?"

The little girl nodded.

Monkey King asked anxiously, "What did I say?"

"Shouted two words, it seems to be...Amin..."

Sun Wukong smiled wryly: "I really know him..." His expression changed, and he said to himself again, "No! It must be a conspiracy of monsters. I call him by his name just because I feel guilty, but it doesn't mean that I know him." Monkey King Convinced by himself, he let go of his worries and said to the little girl, "How long have I been unconscious?"

The little girl looked at the setting sun in the west and said, "I'm afraid it will be two or three hours, and it will almost be dark."

After Sun Wukong wiped his sweat, he handed out the handkerchief. His eyes fell on the sweat stains on the handkerchief. Feeling a little embarrassed, he turned his wrist and put the handkerchief into his arms. "I'll pay you back after washing."

The little girl had changed into a red dress long ago, but the armor familiar to Sun Wukong was gone. The red dress in front of her was even more soft and beautiful. Layers of red gauze floated up and then fell leisurely. Sun Wukong was fascinated by it——this The color reminded him of a sunset.

"Why did you save me?"

The little girl smiled mischievously: "Do you remember? You lived in an ancient temple last month. The ancient temple was in disrepair for a long time, and it was full of spider webs everywhere. Drifting wanted to clean it, but you stopped him. One of the spiders was me. The real body of my great-grandmother. She was obsessed with kung fu and could only maintain the form of a spider. Fortunately, you saved me. The kindness of receiving water from others should be repaid with springs. I just caught up with you and saw you and the snail The spirits are fighting each other, so I rescued you."

Sun Wukong said coldly: "Blame me for meddling in my own business back then."

"What do you mean?" The little girl was puzzled.

"It means, I don't want you to save me. Sun Wukong fights with others, no matter whether he is enemy or not, he has never run away from the battle."

The little girl said: "You obviously can't beat..."

Monkey King shouted: "If you can't beat it, then die!" Monkey King's eyes widened, his eyes were fierce.

The little girl took a step back from his fright, and put her hand on her heart: "Why are you so fierce..."

Sun Wukong frowned and turned his head to look at the western sky. "I'm going back to find them. You do what you want." Seeing the little girl reaching out to hold his arm, Monkey King turned sideways to avoid it.

"I... I'll go with you, and I also want to thank Tang Sanzang." The little girl retracted her hand in embarrassment.

Sun Wukong ignored her and flew towards the place where Tang Seng was.

The little girl followed closely behind.

"Are you a spider spirit?" Sun Wukong asked without squinting.

"I'm Pansi Immortal! In fact, sometimes I feel that I'm not a spider spirit, but an illusion of clouds in the sky." The little girl replied with a smile.

"What's your name?"

"My name is Zixia!" Her red dress fluttered in the wind.

Sun Wukong glanced at her.

With bright eyes and bright teeth, and a sweet smile, the red dress on her body always reminds Sun Wukong of the sunset in the western sky. She really lives up to her name. Sun Wukong has to admit that she is the most beautiful woman he has ever seen.

With a flash of red shadow, Zixia flew in front of Monkey King.

The sunset in the western sky is beautiful.The fuchsia handkerchief embroidered with clouds pattern exudes a seductive fragrance in Monkey King's arms.Zixia in front of her didn't know what interesting things she saw, and laughed like silver bells all the way.The grass below stretches its tender green leaves in the gentle wind, and the hills undulate like yellow-green waves.

I don't know where the cat was meowing, and Monkey King heard a few sounds as he flew through the air.

spring is coming……