Yang Jian and Sun Wukong

Chapter 104

The so-called not doing business properly is doing a lot of work in the wild for the sake of heaven and earth—of course Monkey King wants to do this.Before his sinful little flame had time to make waves, Yang Jian shot him in the eye, and the shot stopped in a blink of an eye.So Monkey King had no choice but to settle for the next best thing, celebrating Yang Jian's birthday in the best way he thought possible.

What is the best way?

First of all, for Sun Wukong, this matter should not be too simple, it is best if it has never been successful before, then Yang Jian will be moved after he did this for Yang Jian.Secondly, this matter should not be too complicated, otherwise it will not be completed in a short period of time, and the war will be delayed, and the gain will not be worth the loss.In the end, this incident had to be unexpected by Yang Jian, so as to surprise him.

There is only one thing that meets the above three conditions: cook for Yang Jian.

How good it is to cook a loving meal for your lover on his birthday.

Full of longing, he will do what he says, Sun Wukong has always been a man of action.

Ever since he set up the stove with stones, Yang Jian has been quietly retreating.

After Sun Wukong had finished all the preparations, when he turned his head, Yang Jian withdrew two feet away.

Monkey King figured it out immediately, and shouted: "Do you dare to try?"

Yang Jian stood still, walked away from him, and said, "I'm actually not hungry."

"Come here." Sun Wukong said, "Oh, there is a good thing, come here."

It's just a fool to go there, it's too close, if you can't run fast and burn the corner of your clothes or something, it will be bad.Yang Jian looked for a place to hide.

Sun Wukong is a person who will never give up in doing things. It is said that if there are difficulties, you must go up, and if there are no difficulties, you must go up if you create difficulties. Whatever Sun Wukong wants to do, no matter what others say, he will not give up halfway.Say I can't?I want to do it!The temper of not admitting defeat came up, and Monkey King insisted on making a delicious meal for Yang Jian.He started to wash the rice, but the storage bag in his arms still contained rice, and he didn't know how long he had been preparing it.

Yang Jian sat casually on the grass, propped his hands back on the ground, tilted his head, and looked at Monkey King.Under the afterglow of the setting sun, there are flowers blooming enthusiastically. After so many years, Sun Wukong still looks like a boy. That boy is fighting against rice in a field of flowers, red willows and green. This is the most tenacious enemy he has encountered in this life, and the hope of defeating the enemy is very slim .

The wind blew gently, Yang Jian closed his eyes and smelled it.

Well, sure enough, it was burnt.

But he smiled again.

If it is burnt, it will be burnt.At least the busy guy is happy.

Yang Jian grabbed a blade of grass from the nearby grass, put it to his lips, and played it.

The burnt smell of the rice, accompanied by the melodious music, spread unrestrainedly to the surroundings.The scent of flowers and burnt rice are mixed together into a pleasant taste that has no reason at all.Looking at the big sun in the sky, it seems that even the sun has a pleasant fragrance that seems to be absent.

Under the golden sunlight, there is a serious and serious boy fanning the fire fiercely, and a man watching the boy with a smile while blowing grass leaves.Two people, together with the blue sky and white clouds, green hills and red flowers, constitute a beautiful picture.

After Sun Wukong finished his work, he served a bowl of rice and handed it to Yang Jian with a smile.

Yang Jian held the bowl with his left hand, took a mouthful of rice with his right hand, and put it into his mouth.

Sun Wukong looked at Yang Jian nervously.

Yang Jian's expression was always calm.

After chewing it a few times, swallowing it, with a smile, "Hmm..." Yang Jian nodded, waves of surprise and admiration appeared on his stagnant face, and he handed the bowl and chopsticks in his hand to Monkey King, "Try it."

This was the first time Yang Jian smiled when he ate the food he cooked. Sun Wukong was so happy that he couldn't find his way out. After taking a bite of the rice, the muscles on his face froze. I don't taste good at all!"

Yang Jian showed an innocent look and said, "What did I lie to you? Did I say it was delicious?"

Monkey King was furious, and then showed a sad look, put down the bowl and chopsticks, and sat down on the ground, looking downcast.

Yang Jian sat beside him, picked up the bowl, and ate.

Sun Wukong looked at Yang Jian suspiciously, "Don't eat if you don't want to eat, am I such a fragile person? Do you need such comfort?"

While eating, Yang Jian said, "It's quite unpalatable, but I can eat it."

Sun Wukong's face was ugly, "Hey, if it tastes bad, don't eat it."

"For a long time, almost 200 years, I basically didn't eat much, which caused me to vomit whatever I ate. No matter what delicacies I saw, I was disgusted at the first sight. So it's not about whether the food is good or not, it's just about Can I eat it? If I can eat it, this food is good enough for me." Yang Jian picked up the bowl to the bottom.

Sun Wukong seemed to understand something, "During that time, was it when I was crushed on the Five Elements Mountain?"

"It seems so."

Sun Wukong didn't know what to say.

Yang Jian raised his head and laughed: "Look at you! What's the matter? Now that I can tell you, it means that these things are over." Yang Jian cleaned up the rice, put down the bowl, and squeezed Pinch Sun Wukong's shoulders, then put his head on his shoulders, and said softly, "No matter what, let's win this battle first. If Yang Jian is lucky enough to survive the battle...it seems very difficult to have such a fluke, I am sure will die..."

Sun Wukong intertwined his fingers and squeezed his hand hard, "If you die, you will die, but if you dare to die before me, I will not let you go as a ghost. Don't forget, the debt between us Not counting yet."

Yang Jian leaned on Sun Wukong and didn't remind him that once he died, his soul would die and he wouldn't be a ghost.Fortunately, even if they die, they will die together.What a rare happiness to be born in the same quilt and die in the same hole.Wouldn't it be better to die together in the battle between gods and demons than to kill each other?If it is a kind of calculation to lead Sun Wukong into the mysterious mirror, then Yang Jian is willing to use all his energy to calculate how to get Sun Wukong and keep him.For the time being, his calculations are quite successful, anyway, the people who are being calculated are willing.

In summer, when the sun sets late, I linger in the mountains reluctantly, with a small red head, and sprinkle the orange-red light on the world.

Sun Wukong arched his right shoulder and said to Yang Jian, "Someone is watching us."

Yang Jian didn't even bother to move, still leaning on Sun Wukong's right shoulder, leaning half of his body, said: "You finally know that your subordinates are watching us when they are fine?"

"No, I mean, now."

Yang Jian sat up straight and looked around, "Where is it?"

Sun Wukong pointed to the red color in the mountains to the west, and said seriously: "Little Golden Crow has been looking at it for a long time."

Only then did Yang Jian realize that he had been tricked, so he glanced at him helplessly.

Sun Wukong laughed and hugged Yang Jian.

Yang Jian broke free from his arms and hugged him instead.

"Hey, can you stop and let me hug you for a while? Yang Jian!" Monkey King stretched out his arms to hug Yang Jian again.It's clear that he prefers cuddling other people to being cuddled.Being held in his arms will make Sun Wukong feel like a woman, but unfortunately, Yang Jian also thinks so.And so the contradiction arises.

Yang Jian pulled Monkey King to stand up, "Stand up straight."

"Why?" Sun Wukong stood up obediently.

Yang Jian took his hand and said, "Did you find out?" Yang Jian stood upright, "I'm taller than you."

"No wow." Sun Wukong carefully compared, "Oh, it seems to be less than half an inch tall." Looking down at Yang Jian's feet, "Oh, your soles are thick."

"I'm taller than you." Yang Jian repeated again, insisting that Monkey King admit it.

"Well, taller than me, so what?"

"So, in the future..." Yang Jian said seriously, "I want to hug you, not you hug me. Only in this way can we look harmonious together."

Monkey King was stunned for a moment, then jumped up and shouted, "Why!"

Yang Jian stood there, standing upright like a poplar tree.

Sun Wukong said: "When I first met you, you weren't so naive and boring. Where did that expressionless, serious and cold Erlang God go?" Sun Wukong shook Yang Jian's hand and called, "Give him back to me."

Yang Jian let him sway without moving, "If you are close to Zhu, you will be red and if you are close to ink, you will be black. If I change, it is not my responsibility."

Monkey King said: "I won't let you hug me, so what can you do?"

Yang Jian thought for a while and said, "I'm so angry that I vomit blood."

Sun Wukong couldn't hold back his face anymore, and laughed loudly, "Okay, okay, vomit blood for me." Suddenly seeing Yang Jian's complexion changed drastically, he squatted down covering his heart.

Sun Wukong hurriedly squatted down with him, "What's wrong?"

Pain appeared on Yang Jian's face, a trace of blood flowed from the corner of his mouth, and cold sweat came out one by one on his forehead.The sudden pain made him tremble uncontrollably.

Sun Wukong took out a red elixir from his arms, fed it to Yang Jian, put his hand on his back heart, and channeled his true energy.

It took a long time before Yang Jian's complexion returned to normal.

Sun Wukong helped Yang Jian to sit on the grass again, and he was no longer in the mood for bickering and joking.

"The talisman is onset early again." Monkey King said, "How much of the painkiller Ksitigarbha gave you is left?"

"Ten."

Sun Wukong was anxious when he heard the words: "Didn't there be more than 100 before?"

"I rewarded 52 gods who fought against the sky with us, and I gave [-] as favors."

"Send me a favor? The gods in heaven belong to the Tathagata!"

Yang Jian sighed: "If you can't use someone to pay someone else, it will be too late. If you give a favor now, as long as he is willing to accept it, you can make a fuss about it in the future. Even if he accepts our gift and doesn't do things for us, we can do it." Spread rumors and arouse Tathagata's suspicion. These things, Wukong, you have to learn."

"I know what you are doing is right, you are always right, and always so reasonable!" Sun Wukong said desperately, "Then you only have ten left, how long can you survive?"

"I've figured it out, how can I survive the battle with Hua Yanlai this time?"

Monkey King stood up: "I will go to the underworld, and you will lead the army tomorrow."

Yang Jian held him back: "You can't go to Ksitigarbha."

Sun Wukong waved Yang Jian away and insisted on leaving.

Yang Jian shouted: "Sun Wukong, have you forgotten what you told me when you became the demon king again?"

Monkey King stopped and looked back at Yang Jian, "I said, although our army is called 'Qi Army', the actual leader is Yang Jian."

"A team must have only one coach. Since you let me be the actual commander, I order you now not to leave."

Monkey King stomped his feet, but he didn't leave, and kicked the grass hard.

Yang Jian took off a blade of grass and played it again.

The music is melodious, a bit like Jiangnan ditties, but it is completely different when you listen carefully. This music reminds Monkey King of a rainy alley.If the sound of music is a paintbrush, then Monkey King slowly unfolds a strange picture scroll in front of his eyes.A black-clothed alley, a man in Tsing Yi walked on the bluestone road with an umbrella, the sound of water ticking, the sound of footsteps, the sky was gray, and the rain flowed down from the eaves, forming a river of lovesickness.This person left the world with a back as tall and straight as a gun. He walked without haste, but without hesitation.

The music became cheerful, so Sun Wukong saw that the surroundings of the man in Tsing Yi were no longer the oppressive eaves, but turned into a wide field.The green grass and trees stretch out their leaves, stretching as far as the eye can see, and the bright red flowers are blooming presumptuously, in full swing.The man in Tsing Yi put away his umbrella and walked forward firmly. On the way he walked, the grass grew and warblers flew, and everything grew at a speed visible to the naked eye, and a new world grew in the blink of an eye.

As the sound of the music changes, the tune becomes lower, like a lover whispering in the ear.He wanted to hear clearly, but felt that it was enough just to feel his breath blowing over him. Words became redundant at this moment. If his eyes had already clearly expressed his thoughts, then words were really cumbersome.

The music gradually became inaudible.

Sun Wukong closed his eyes and savored carefully.

The tune became softer and softer, and there seemed to be a clear water in front of Sun Wukong, with fine ripples swaying over it, it was not water waves, but Yang Jian's eyes.

Opening his eyes, he was facing Yang Jian's bright black eyes, the waves in his eyes were more like water than water.

"Crack", "crack", "crack", Monkey King clapped his hands three times, "When did you create a new spell? It can control people's mind." Monkey King praised sincerely, "It's amazing."

"It's a pity that it's still not as good as Jin Chanzi's 'Spring Breeze'." Yang Jian crushed the grass leaves and said, "This spell has loopholes, and it's not as attractive as Jin Chanzi's Spring Breeze Smile."

Sun Wukong said: "A bald man can attract people's attention only because of his bald head!" After speaking, he immediately added, "You must never shave your head again!"

Yang Jian couldn't help but smiled, and picked another blade of grass.

Sun Wukong also took off a blade of grass and asked Yang Jian, "What's the name of this grass?"

Yang Jian touched the leaves of grass and said, "It doesn't have a name yet, I call it Lirenlei."

"Why is it called Li Ren Lei?"

"Look at the shape of the blade of grass, doesn't it look like tears?"

The leaves are opposite, sharp near the stem, and the edges are oval. Sun Wukong looked over and over, curled his lips, "Cut, just call it water drops. What kind of tears are polite. If you want me to say it, call it water drop grass." A question, "Does the piece you played just now have a name?"

"The spell I just mastered today, I played it casually, without a name."

"That's just right, I'll get one for you." Sun Wukong racked his brains, paced back and forth, thought for a long time, and said, "If you think of it, let's call it 'Wukong Song', hahaha!"

Yang Jian sighed and said, "Talking about poetry, books, rituals and music with you is really playing the piano with you."

The sky darkened, a full moon rose, and the stars were sparse.Yang Jian and Sun Wukong decided to go back. The two flew into the sky one after the other, and suddenly stopped together.They looked at each other with shock in their eyes.

They all felt the evil spirit.

The huge and astonishing soaring demon energy quickly approached them.

At this time, there are only two people who can have such a huge team of monsters. One is hiding in Fengming Mountain and is waiting for the rescue of Sun and Yang. It cannot be him. The other is Sun Wukong. Several times, they are besieging Fengming Mountain, waiting for a decisive battle with Fengming Mountain's troops tomorrow.

"Huayan is coming?" Sun Wukong asked Yang Jian.

Yang Jian nodded solemnly.

"He came to us? Who leaked the secret?"

Yang Jian shook his head slightly, "It's not necessarily for us. Those little monsters don't know about our going to save Hua Shi'er. In order to keep it secret, the route we set is to go to Yeyu Mountain first, and then turn to Fengming Mountain halfway. It's hard for anyone to guess what we're doing."

"Is that a coincidence?"

Yang Jian's expression became more serious, "Have you forgotten? The place we are now is the only way to attack Fengming Mountain from the rear."

Monkey King said in shock, "You mean?"

"That's right, I'm afraid Hua Yanlai launched an early attack on Fengming Mountain, and he wants to sneak attack!" Yang Jian winked at Monkey King, "Go back and form a team, let's go!"

Yang Jian and Sun Wukong didn't delay any longer, and galloped with all their might.

A dark cloud covered the moon, and the sky was completely dark.The storm is coming.