Yang Jian and Sun Wukong

Yang Jian couldn't judge how long it had been raining and snowing.For the blind Yang Jian, time has lost its meaning, there is no difference between dark and daytime, the eyes are pitch black, without a ray of light.Keeping one posture for a long time caused numbness on one side of the body, a small stone on the ground pierced the right rib, impeding the flow of Qi and blood, and the severe abdominal injury before was not well recuperated, causing a dull pain.The thing Yang Jian wants to do the most is to turn over. This thing that usually seems easy has become quite difficult now.

Swimming the little remaining true energy in the body, sure enough, the body is as fragile as a newborn baby.After recovering a little bit of strength, Yang Jian turned over with great effort and lay on his back.This simple action exhausted all the strength he had gathered, Yang Jian panted heavily, raised his heavy hand, and wiped his face.

The snow fell bigger and bigger, covering Yang Jian's body.Feeling a little thirsty, I opened my mouth and ate a few snowflakes.Cultivate according to the usual way of practicing, and guide the weak true energy in the body with the mind.The operation of zhenqi has not ended, so he can only lie on the ground for the time being.The clothes were first wet by the rain, and then frozen into frost.If it wasn't for the occasional ups and downs of his chest showing his anger, people might mistake him for a dead body.

Yang Jian is not a person who wants to die when encountering some difficulties.

Suicide is the behavior of the weak due to failure, and it is an excuse for incompetent people to shirk their responsibilities. Yang Jian has always despised people who committed suicide the most.

In fact, he often felt that he couldn't bear it.He once thought about ending his life.The fearlessness of death when facing the enemy is probably largely due to the subconscious feeling that it is good to die like this.

The father died, the eldest brother died, the mother died, the third sister had a husband and no longer needed him, Chen Xiang became a judicial deity and did not need to worry about it, Monkey King left the Five Elements Mountain and forgot himself, and no one close to him was left.There are so many people in the Three Realms, but Yang Jian lives alone in this world.

His joys and sorrows are only borne by himself.Of course, in many cases, Yang Jian doesn't know whether he is happy or sad. He gradually loses his feelings and becomes numb. After thousands of years of loneliness, he is used to enjoying loneliness, and he shoulders the heavy burden amidst the cheers of everyone. , to meet people's hopes and disappointments.

This is a road with no return. He walked with a burden, heard the praise or ridicule of people on both sides of the road, walked forward without hesitation, never stopped, and never looked back.

He is the person with the highest mana besides the Tathagata. He is the Supreme Emperor Zhaohuixian Erlang who is admired by thousands of people. He is the judicial god who holds the power of life and death in the three realms.People on both sides of the road only saw Yang Jian's scenery, they did not see Yang Jian's loneliness, loneliness, sadness, contradictions and helplessness.People would rather see an omnipotent Erlang God than the real Yang Jian with human feelings.People are particularly willing to believe that Erlang God is a person who needs to be respected by all living beings, and has nothing to do with fragility.In the eyes of the world, Erlang God is a strong fortress that will never fall down.

For thousands of years, Yang Jian has walked this lonely road of life alone. He will not be afraid or apprehensive, and he has long since lost useless emotions such as sadness and discouragement. He has been walking very well. He understands superficially, but he can't help feeling tired.

Yang Jian is too tired.

Now that he is lying on the ground unable to move, he has time to think about the past and experience the feeling of "idle person".He wants to rest, he wants to sleep.He closed his eyes and felt that the snowflakes buried his body, and he felt comfortable.If you don't care about anything and just leave everything like this, it's actually pretty good. After you die, it will be over, and all your troubles will no longer exist.

The problem cannot be solved, and the only way left is to escape.There seems to be an unavoidable instinct in human nature, which is to escape from reality.

Yang Jian lay on the snow, with his invisible eyes wide open, recalling his life.

When Da Jinwu led the heavenly soldiers and generals to capture Yaoji, Yang Jian's purpose of life was to save his mother.After failing to save his mother, Yang Jian's goal is to take care of his younger sister.Later, the master said that the root cause of wanting to prevent the tragedies like Yaoji from appearing in the Three Realms is to change the rules of the sky. If he wants to fulfill his mother's last wish and protect all beings in the Three Realms, he must be a good judicial god.So Yang Jian's goal in life became to be a judicial god.Later, Monkey King was crushed on the Five Elements Mountain, and the meaning of Yang Jian's life was to rescue Monkey King.As of today, nothing has been done.

The sound of footsteps on the snow interrupted Yang Jian's thoughts.

Disorderly, stumbling footsteps came straight to him.

Who will walk in the fields in the rain and snow?

"You little villain, if I lose a bet, you won't see me. Isn't it just a tael of silver? One day, I will buy the entire Yihong Courtyard. Let's see if you dare to drive me away! Damn!" Stinky bastard!"

A rude voice cursed from far and near.Yang Jian could smell the strong smell of alcohol on his body.It seems that he is a gambler. After drinking, he was kicked out by his lover in the brothel and passed by here.

Yang Jian became vigilant, and made sure that there was absolutely no mana fluctuation on this person, he was just an ordinary person, so he was a little relieved.Secretly hoping that the drunk would not see him.Yang Jian's severely injured body cannot beat a strong mortal, not to mention that he is at a critical juncture in performing exercises, and his body cannot move at all. One thing more is worse than one thing less.

God has always been against Yang Jian. The drunk kicked Yang Jian's calf accurately and cursed loudly. After seeing Yang Jian's appearance, the cursing stopped suddenly, and he laughed lewdly, "Oh, he looks like his grandma." Jun hey! I don’t think the oirans in Yihongyuan are as good-looking as you, and the white jade master in Qingnanlou can’t compare to you.”

A dirty hand that smelled of alcohol touched Yang Jian's cheek.Accompanied by the praise of "really slippery".

Yang Jian's anger soared.

The zhenqi cannot stop running for less than a week, otherwise there will be danger of life. Yang Jian speeds up the whole body zhenqi into the Baihui acupoint, and sentenced this drunkard to death in his heart.

The smell of alcohol sprayed on his face, and the hand touched his neck.

"Hahaha, so you are blind!" The drunkard went to remove Yang Jian's armor and held down Yang Jian's leg, "I never thought that there are such high-quality goods in the wilderness, and it's cheaper for me, hahaha, don't be afraid, young man, Grandpa will love you very much."

It is a take-all for men and women.

Why do I always meet this kind of person...

The armor was pulled away, and the smell of alcohol sprayed around his neck, Yang Jian was so sick that he wanted to gag.

The moment that hand reached into the skirt and touched the skin, Yang Jian spurted out a mouthful of blood. It turned out that he was too anxious to mobilize his true energy to rush to the acupoint and was injured.All the bones in his body ached, his dantian felt like a knife was being cut, and his whole body trembled uncontrollably.Yang Jian curled up and groaned in pain.

The drunkard was taken aback. Seeing that Yang Jian was pale and speechless, and there was no threat to him, he pounced on him again.

What Yang Jian needs is time, as long as he is given enough time, he is sure to collect the chaotic zhenqi and return it to the sea of ​​qi, killing the drunkard in one fell swoop.If he broke out at this time, it would only make his injuries worse, and he would definitely die.So he has to wait, to be patient.

The skirt was opened wide, and Yang Jianyu's white upper body was exposed in the air.The legs were spread apart, and the drunkard's knees squeezed in and rubbed.Yang Jian almost gnawed his silver teeth, feeling nauseated.But it's like a nightmare, you can't escape, you can't hide, you can't even move.

Yang Jian told himself to endure.

Feeling the man get up, there was a rustling sound of undressing, and after a while, he covered up again, and his naked body was pressed against Yang Jian's body.His hands were kneading Yang Jian's chest, and his tongue was licking Yang Jian's neck like a poisonous snake's letter.The other hand has already grasped Yang Jian's fragility, playing with it wantonly...

If you are insulted by him, you might as well die!

Yang Jian was so angry that he burned his reason into dross, and almost wanted to die with this person immediately.

If you die, you will die, but Yang Jian, a dignified man, cannot die because of this kind of person.Only Sun Wukong is the only one who is qualified to take Yang Jian's life in the Three Realms!

Thinking of Monkey King, Yang Jian's anger was instantly extinguished, and reason regained control.

Be patient no matter what and look for opportunities.

Yang Jian bit his lower lip tightly to stop the nausea.

The smell of alcohol sprayed on his face, Yang Jian closed his eyes, and said softly, "What are you in a hurry for?"

This is the first time Yang Jian has spoken to this person. His voice is very soft, very different from the usual clearness. It gives off a greasy, numb and crispy feeling, with an indescribable charm, and every trace of charm flows out. come out.

The man was stunned for a moment, "You can talk? Aren't you blind and dumb?" When he said this, his hands at least stopped.

Yang Jian opened his eyes, judged the position of the man by his breath, and smiled at him, "Of course I can talk."

When the man saw this smile, half of his bones were broken, and he didn't know what year it was.He hugged Yang Jian's body and gnawed desperately.Yang Jian said: "Slow down, take it easy..." The man made more violent movements.

A moment is a moment.

Yang Jian said, "I don't know your name yet."

Sure enough, the man stopped again, "My name is Wang Erlang."

Yang Jian smiled again, "I'm also good at home." He secretly probed the true energy in his body, but he was still scurrying around, and it was impossible to listen to his own command in a short time.Fortunately, the body can move.Since the body can move, Yang Jian is not afraid.

Yang Jian stretched out his right hand and pressed Wang Erlang's chest, as if rejecting, as if flirting. "Don't be impatient, our time is long, Second Brother Wang is so brave, I'm afraid I won't be able to bear it, you have ointment..."

Wang Erlang got up unexpectedly, took out a small porcelain bottle from a pile of clothes, lay down on Yang Jian again, and couldn't stop laughing lewdly.

Yang Jian reached out to touch the porcelain bottle, but because he couldn't see it, he touched Wang Erlang's forehead.Wang Erlang smiled even more happily, and went to grab Yang Jian's hand.Yang Jian said softly: "Don't move, let me touch what you look like."

"Good brother, don't touch it, brother can't help it."

Yang Jian's hand touched his face, and his index finger and middle finger just pressed his eyes.

Yang Jian smiled from the bottom of his heart this time: "You look ugly."

Wang Erlang thought Yang Jian was joking, but just as he was about to speak, a drastic change occurred.

Yang Jian concentrated all his strength on two fingers, aiming at Wang Erlang's eye sockets, and inserted them deeply as fast as possible.

Wang Erlang screamed in pain, covered his eyes with his hands, and straightened his upper body.

After inserting his eyes, Yang Jian grasped his shoulders, fixed his body, and attacked his crotch with his left hand at a faster speed, pinching him hard, telling him to completely cut off his descendants.

Wang Erlang grabbed Yang Jian's neck and yelled, "Shoot! I'll fight you!"

Yang Jian also grabbed his neck, and the two rolled on the ground, fighting for their lives.The zhenqi in Yang Jian's body didn't obey the command at all, and it was in a mess, but killing people doesn't have to rely on zhenqi.Yang Jian pinched Wang Erlang's neck fiercely, even though he had difficulty breathing, he did not relax at all.Until the person on his body stopped breathing, Yang Jian was still pinching him.

I don't know how long it took until Wang Erlang's body was completely stiff and cold, and Yang Jian let go.Kicking him away, gasping for breath, concentrating on recuperating his body.The few traces of zhenqi in the body turned into sharp swords, cutting the body to pieces.The pain lasted too long, and Yang Jian got used to it.

Suddenly, a stranger's breath approached, awakening Yang Jian who was sitting cross-legged in meditation.

Yang Jian's first reaction was to open his eyes. After opening, he realized that he couldn't see anything, so he listened carefully.

There was no movement of people, only the sound of birds fluttering past.

Someone is standing on a cloud.is a master.

He didn't even hear the sound of breathing, it seems that this person's mana cultivation base is very high.He has a very strong immortal energy, I don't know which kind of immortal it is.Sensing the other party's scorching gaze, Yang Jian realized that after being stripped naked by Wang Erlang just now, he was only wearing a white underclothes, and he hadn't had time to wear armor in the future, which was a bit impolite.

"It's really you!" The man exclaimed, came down from the cloud, grabbed Yang Jian's shoulders, and said anxiously and worriedly, "How did you do this?"

It was him...

Yang Jian smiled wryly, as if he would meet Chen Xiang every time he was in the most embarrassing situation.