Yang Jian and Sun Wukong

Yang Jian's legs could no longer be called legs, the meridians were broken, and the bones and flesh were all shattered, no different from two scorched wooden stakes.After Sun Wukong healed Yang Jian, he covered him with a quilt, tucked the four corners, and covered him tightly.

"When will your legs get better?"

"It can be as fast as five months, and as slow as eight months."

"So serious?" Sun Wukong was surprised, "Aren't you famous for your physical strength?"

Unlike most gods who cultivate the primordial spirit, Yang Jian cultivates a physical body.Most gods give up their bodies and become immortals with their primordial spirit, but Yang Jian is sanctified in the flesh, full of brute force, extremely tyrannical, and his body is his strongest weapon.Of course, since the mastery of spells, Yang Jian's confrontation with others can be solved with a three-pointed and two-edged gun, basically without using his body.

Yang Jian thought to himself, if it was an ordinary person, his whole body would be destroyed in the dream.As soon as the dream is broken, the person in the dream disappears. I only have a pair of legs destroyed, which is lucky.The monkey didn't know that he was doing a disservice, so he felt guilty, so don't tell him.

Yang Jian asked, "Why did you come back to save me after you came out of the dream?"

Sun Wukong was bandaging Yang Jian's leg, so busy that he didn't even lift his head: "Then why did you throw me out first instead of running away by yourself?" Monkey King finished his work and moved closer to Yang Jian, "Why don't you talk? Those big black eyes stared straight at Yang Jian.

Yang Jian turned his eyes away: "Yang Jian has never talked much."

"Liar, I talked so much when I was young, but I saw it in a dream."

There was faint anger brewing between Yang Jian's brows: "Can you not always mention my past? If you can, I really hope you never know about those things."

"If it's possible..." Sun Wukong hugged Yang Jian suddenly, "I really hope you have never experienced those things. I feel distressed when you look like you in the dream."

Distressed?What's wrong with this monkey?Are we familiar with this?Hugging people at every turn, are all animals in the mountains like this?Sun Wukong's embrace is very warm, and the sound of his heartbeat is very steady, "bang bang", "bang bang"... one sound, very loud.Sun Wukong's arms were tightly wrapped around himself, and his right hand was even stroking his shoulder.

Yang Jian stretched out his hand to push Sun Wukong away, but he happened to see the wound on his right shoulder, the wound caused by the three-pointed double-edged gun, the wound dripping with blood when he broke the dream.Yang Jian was stunned for a moment, and his hands stopped.

Fortunately, Sun Wukong let go after hugging for a while, which didn't make Yang Jian too embarrassed.

Sun Wukong and Yang Jian packed their clothes, made their beds, and healed their wounds.Yang Jian put away the natal lock that bound Monkey King, and the two of them no longer had to be tied together to eat and walk together.In this way, he lived in a farmer's house.

After jointly fighting against the Dream Demon, Yang Jian and Sun Wukong's views on each other have changed.

Yang Jian admired Sun Wukong's personality of helping others and being loyal, and thought to himself that if it weren't for the opposing identities, such friends would really be worth making.Sun Wukong has seen the lonely and sad Yang Jian in the dream, completely different from the sinister and vicious judicial god that is said by everyone, and he feels that Yang Jian has many pains and hardships that outsiders don't know, and he is quite fond of Yang Jian's forbearing and strong character. Appreciate.The two temporarily truce, turned enemies into friends, and decided to return to Huaguo Mountain to continue the unfinished battle after recovering from their injuries.

Sun Wukong's shoulder injury was torn again when breaking the dream, but it was not a serious problem. The more troublesome one was Yang Jian's leg injury.Yang Jian repaired his legs by relying on his powerful mana, and the destroyed muscles were successfully reshaped in three days, but the recovery of the broken meridians did not happen overnight.

With the leg injured like this, it is natural that no one can see it.Sun Wukong pretended that his second uncle caught wind and cold at night, so he refused to visit him, and drove Wang Wu to live in his brother-in-law's house.

Yang Jian couldn't get out of bed, and Sun Wukong took care of everything.Yang Jian originally thought that this monkey who is used to jumping around must not be able to bear the life of taking care of people. Unexpectedly, Sun Wukong thought everything into consideration and took good care of Yang Jian, which is impressive.

A problem arose early the next morning when Yang Jian woke up.

At that time, Monkey King had just driven away the elder brother and sister-in-law who came to visit, and Yang Jian discovered a very serious problem: people have three urgencies.The hut is in the courtyard, and to go there, one has to pass Brother Wang's house. With his appearance, he must be suspicious when he sees him, how can he not be discovered by him?The legs can't stand, and the cloud-climbing technique can't be used; the invisibility technique can't hide the scorched legs that have been invaded by magic.Yang Jian sifted through the Taoism he had learned in his mind, and there was nothing left after the sifting. No Taoism could solve this problem.

Monkey King solved it with one sentence: "I will carry you on my back!"

"I'll carry you on your back, and you can go wherever you want. Let's go to the clouds today, and go invisible tomorrow. The day after tomorrow I will turn you into a bird and fly over, and the day after tomorrow I will turn you into a mouse and drill through holes."

"I'm not used to being carried."

"Then you have to get used to it in the future, who hasn't got an injury, hasn't his leg been hurt before?"

"I was hurt, but I took care of myself." Yang Jian thought about it, "When you don't know magic, you have to take care of your sister, and you don't dare to get sick and injured; after you know magic, there are more things. Speaking of it, I haven’t been recited by anyone.”

"Then it will be cheaper for me this first time." Sun Wukong squatted down, and stretched out his hand with his back to Yang Jian, "If you grind again, you will be a bitch."

Yang Jian smiled: "No, I don't need help from others."

"Am I someone else?" Sun Wukong turned to look at Yang Jian, "Besides, you have never been helped by others? Did your companion help you when you were injured before?"

"Yang Jian has never had a companion."

Sun Wukong laughed: "How is that possible!" Seeing that Yang Jian didn't look like a lie, he felt a little sad.

The person in front of him was extremely handsome, with a cold and ruthless demeanor, his magic power shone through the three worlds, and his status was unattainable.He is the god of justice in the heaven, he is the ruthless god Erlang in the population, he is Yang Jian who was invited by the heaven to catch demons, but why does he always show his fragile and helpless side inadvertently?The more he talks about his loneliness in a calm tone, the more distressing it is.Sun Wukong seemed to see the Yang Jian in the dream again, who watched the tragic death of his father and brother with empty eyes and expressionless face.How much suffering does this powerful god in the eyes of others have in his heart?

"What was it like when you were with everyone in Huaguo Mountain?" Yang Jian became curious about the life of living in groups.

Sun Wukong scratched his head: "It's not very interesting. They drink and fight every day. When they drink too much, they get drunk and vomit. I clean up. After lifting this and that, I'm the only one left sober. They still ruin me Huaguoshan is the treasure of Huaguoshan. The old cow spits fire when he is drunk. The Muxiao flowers in Huaguoshan were originally pink, but after being burned by his Sanwei real fire, they turned black and purple, and then the flowers withered automatically when they saw him. The most ruthless is the six-eared macaque, who catches people and kisses them when they drink too much, and kisses whatever they meet. After kissing the crocodile that time, the mouth was swollen for three days."

"Hehe." Yang Jian laughed.

"And King Dapeng is not a good bird. Oh, Dapeng used to have a name called Xiaoben. He pissed everywhere when he was drunk, saying that all places with his urine traces were his territory. As a result, once Sprinkled a bubble on the white tiger's head."

"Hahaha." Yang Jian laughed out loud.Gently stroked Sun Wukong's head, the soft hair, he was reluctant to let go of his hand after touching it. "How drunk are you?"

"I'm rarely drunk."

"Me too, you can drink so well, someday we will have a competition?" Yang Jian became interested.

"I'm not drunk because I can't drink enough." Sun Wukong enjoyed Yang Jian touching his head very much. "I'm famous for pouring three cups, and no one drinks with me, saying it's not challenging."

"Then...you won the battle, what should you do to celebrate?"

"Hey, hey, is Zhenjun going to spy on the military situation?" Sun Wukong jumped and shouted.

Yang Jian nodded solemnly on purpose.With this little monkey, he seems to be many years younger, and he has a playful mentality.

Sun Wukong also thought seriously on purpose, touched his chin with his left hand, and looked up at Yang Jian. "Well, well, my old grandson will tell you reluctantly." Sun Wukong took out a small wine gourd from his body and shook it, "This is specially made by Lao Niu and Dapeng, and it just holds two and a half cups. They allow me to take a sip of the wine when I am too hungry." Monkey King put away the wine gourd, his face full of grief and indignation. "I think Sun Wukong is the king of demons, commanding the heroes, and even drinking alcohol is controlled by others, what kind of world is this!"

Yang Jian said: "Someday I will drink with you, and you will never get drunk."

Sun Wukong's eyes lit up: "Is this true?"

"Yang Jian never lies."

"It's useless for you to lie, I take it seriously, and I will force you to drink."

Yang Jian smiled and jumped on Monkey King's back: "I'll drink with you, and you carry me to the latrine." "Didn't you say that you will never be carried by others?" "Didn't you say that you are not someone else?" Monkey King laughed, She reached out to wrap her arms around Yang Jian's leg, and squeezed a magic spell: "Get up!" She carried Yang Jian on her back and flew away.

Yang Jian and Monkey King gradually became acquainted.Sun Wukong usually sees rough and uninhibited monsters in Huaguo Mountain. There is really no such elegant, learned and personable person as Yang Jian.Yang Jian is an official in the Heavenly Court, and most of the people he associates with are solemn and dignified gods. It is also rare for people like Monkey King to escape from wantonness.Leaving aside the interference of their positions, the two have a feeling of hating each other, and they both respect each other's mana, which makes them even more sympathetic to each other.In this farmhouse, Monkey King is not the demon king, and Yang Jian is not the god of justice. Temporarily removing the halo of identity and the responsibilities on his shoulders, the two became closer.

Yang Jian's leg injury healed quickly under Sun Wukong's meticulous care. After two months, he could barely walk on the ground. Afraid of being suspicious, Yang Jian appeared in front of the Wang family brothers as usual.The consequence of being brave is repeated leg injuries, good and bad.When the pain is severe, Monkey King will give Yang Jian a massage.

On this day, Sun Wukong massaged Yang Jian's legs as usual.Pressing and pressing will cause trouble, and the hand rushes to press the most vulnerable thing between the man's legs.

Yang Jian didn't pay attention when Sun Wukong pressed it for the first time, but when he pressed it for the second time, Yang Jian stretched out his hand and firmly grasped Sun Wukong's wrist, but he couldn't really get angry at that smiling round face.

The process of healing has turned into a fight, and then into a play among men.

In the end, Yang Jian rode on Monkey King, pinned the back of Monkey King's neck and shouted, "Are you convinced?"

Sun Wukong's face sank into the quilt, and the muffled voice still carried the inherent arrogance: "I won't accept it even if I'm beaten to death!"

Yang Jian gave Sun Wukong a body fixation technique and scratched his armpit.Sun Wukong was out of breath from laughing, couldn't move, tears came out, and he kept shouting: "I'm convinced, I'm done, please spare my grandson, I won't dare again."

"Just now I said that I would not accept death."

"That's right, if you can't beat me to death, I will accept it." Sun Wukong said confidently, "In the future, whoever kills me, I will not obey him!"

Yang Jian withdrew his spell.

Sun Wukong turned over and suppressed Yang Jian, using his own way to treat him, pinching Yang Jian's throat and laughing: "Yang Jian, Yang Jian, you also have today!"

Yang Jian was pressed under Sun Wukong, his clothes were disheveled, revealing his white neck, the shape of his collarbone was very beautiful, his Adam's apple rose and fell, and his chest also rose and fell.There is a happy smile on the face, the water in the eyes is flowing, and the starlight all over the sky falls into these eyes.Yang Jian's body is close to Monkey King, and Monkey King can feel the heat of this body, and even feel the state of blood rushing in this body.

Sun Wukong's heart moved and his breathing became disordered.

Yang Jian was still laughing, he hadn't played around like this with anyone for thousands of years.The people he came into contact with were all unsmiling and serious gods.Living alone for so many years has almost made him forget how to play around with others wantonly.When facing Sun Wukong, a monkey who is used to being wild and heartless, all those scenes of playing with the big brother when he was young came back.It turns out that I still remember.It turns out that deep down in everyone's heart, they yearn for relaxation and laughter.

Sun Wukong's legs were attached to Yang Jian's, and his upper body was slowly attached.Yang Jian didn't move, just looked at him and smiled.

"Don't laugh like that...it's unbearable to laugh like that..." Sun Wukong touched Yang Jian's cheek, and the eyes that were clear to the bottom in the past were stained with lust and no longer pure.

Yang Jian felt something was wrong: "You..." He felt that a certain part of Sun Wukong's body had changed - something that shouldn't have happened, a very indecent change...