The Monkey King

  Yang Chan smiled and looked at Yang Jian with tears in her eyes, as if she was praying.

  Yang Jian grabbed Yang Chan's hand but clenched it tighter and tighter, as if he was using all his strength.

   At this moment, Yang Jian's heart was broken.

  Because he knows that he has no ability to change anything.

  Even if you become a Golden Immortal of the Great Luo, even if you gain the reputation of the God of War in the Three Realms, even if you become a prince who supports troops and rushes to the mouth of the river, everything seems to be no different from that time a thousand years ago.

   As long as he let go, it was goodbye.

   He can bear all the sufferings in the world alone, but he is unwilling to bear the pain of losing a loved one.

   "Is that okay? Second brother." Yang Chan lowered her head and pinched his fingers carefully. Tears fell on the back of Yang Jian's hand, and the hand didn't move.

   "Can you?" she kept asking.

  Yang Jian stood blankly, staring blankly at his sister.

   After a long time, he trembled slightly and said, "Are you... worth it? He... he ran away for another woman at the wedding, are you still worth it?"

   "Love, is it worth it?" Yang Chan asked rhetorically.

  Yang Jian was stunned.

   "You're right, the second brother is superficial."

   The corners of his mouth twitched slightly, he wanted to smile as elegantly as usual, but he couldn't.

   That hand still held Yang Chan tightly.

   Master Yuding was stunned when he saw it.

   The three of them stood silently, and the Roaring Dog and Aotian Ying had already shrunk to one side.

   The roar of the sky continued. The fire rain scattered from Nantianmen burned the entire sky red, and wave after wave of shocks swept across the earth.

  …

   In the raging firelight, the monkey was still struggling and roaring frantically, and the figure flashed back and forth like a bright star. It's so close that you can't tell where you really are.

But the anger of heaven and earth can always be accurately found, and all the anger is sprayed at him. In the bombardment again and again, the body seems to have been fragmented, and the consciousness has gradually blurred, leaving only the instinct of fighting and revenge. Supporting him, he constantly swept around the shield.

   And that magic circle. But it is stronger than before.

  …

   Nezha and the Four Heavenly Kings stared wide-eyed as they patrolled back and forth among the heavenly generals. Wufang Jie Di had to put away all the movements.

   In the light of the red talisman, Li Jing, who was sweating profusely, finally showed a smile on his tired face, and breathed slowly: "Stop..."

   As long as all external disturbances are eliminated, the unrivaled defensive power of Nantianmen can be brought into full play. If the robbery directly attacks the array, it may not be able to hold, but relying on the robbery to chase the monkeys will spread. It is impossible to cause fatal damage to the magic circle at all.

   "Should...should win." He gritted his teeth and sighed softly.

   At this moment, in the sky and the ground, everyone opened their eyes wide, waiting to see this ignorant demon monkey being torn into powder by the robbery.

  …

   In the dazzling light like the sun, the monkey was once again penetrated by the force spit out by the catastrophe, and its body was swaying like a kite with a broken string.

   Everyone craned their necks in anticipation.

  The gust of wind blew past his ears, and the howling skyfire blew past him, and his eyes that had long lost their focus wandered between heaven and earth.

   But as if deliberately not letting everyone get their wish, the next moment, this crazy monkey opened his mouth slowly. Baring his fangs, a hoarse roar erupted in an instant, waving the golden cudgel and sprinting again.

   That voice spread wildly in the air, spreading all over the Three Realms.

   fell into Yang Chan's ears, like a helpless soul howling.

   She bit her lip, tears streaming down her face uncontrollably, her hand clenched tightly. The fingernails were already digging into the flesh.

  Bright red blood dripped on the blue bricks under his feet, splashing flowers.

  The leaves on the branches trembled slightly, the green grass undulated like waves, and Yang Chan's long skirt quivered in the wind.

   For a long time, she slowly lowered her head, her long hair hanging down covering her face.

"Second brother, let me go. If I don't go, I will regret it for the rest of my life. Maybe it's... the last time. I should die with him instead of staying and build him a corpseless building like father and eldest brother. grave…"

"I'll regret letting you go, too." Yang Jian slowly released her hand, stepped back, but raised it casually, pouring out a little spiritual power to draw a circle around Yang Chan, trapping her in the Among them: "I can't lose my last family member again. No matter what method I use, I will keep you. It doesn't matter if you think he is more important than me as a brother."

  Yang Chan raised her head, opened her eyes slowly, looked at Yang Jian, watched the Three Realms God of War pursed her lips and smiled, watching his eyes gradually become wet.

Looking at Yang Chan in a daze, Yang Jian opened his mouth with trembling slightly, and said in a low voice, "I have never had a chance to talk to you, to be honest, you are really willful, you have been willful since childhood, I have always let you, everything Whatever you want, whatever you want, as long as I can do it, I will give it to you. Because you are my only sister, my only relative. If I…” He clenched his fists and gritted his teeth: “There are many, many I never told you about it, because I think I can handle it alone. My father and mother are gone. As my second brother, even if the sky falls, I will help you to bear it. Because...because you are My little sister, the only little sister. But this time it really won't work..."

   "This time...it really won't work..."

"I don't understand his love, and I don't understand yours, but I understand my own. For me, love is to let everyone live well, not to die... As long as everyone lives well, there is still hope for everything... Do you think I don't want to slaughter that **** uncle? Do you think I don't want to fight him to death? I cultivate the Tao of the Walker, not the Tao of the Enlightenment. I don't have such a broad mind, and I can't control the well-being of the world."

   "I wanted to kill him in my dreams... Really, I wanted to kill him in my dreams. But I held back. I looked forward and backward and swallowed my breath, for fear of being caught and hurting my feet..."

"why?"

   "Because there is another you in this world, understand? Because there is another you—!"

   In the roar, the surrounding leaves were shaking slightly. The guards outside the door, the Seven Sages of Meishan also rushed over, but they were all frightened by Yang Jian's expression.

   Yang Chan stood with her head lowered like a child who made a mistake, holding the scabbard tightly in one hand.

   "Second brother, I'm sorry...but I..."

  Yang Jian pointed at Yang Chan and said, "You are not allowed to go, understand? I won't let you go."

   "But I have to go! If not..."

   "You are not allowed to go, I will go!" Yang Jian stepped back step by step with a three-pointed two-edged knife, gritted his teeth and said, "If you go, it will only be a burden."

  Yang Chan looked at Yang Jian in horror.

"Regardless of life or death, I will bring him back. But I have a condition. You have to go to Huashan to serve as your mountain god. I will press you directly under Huashan and seal it. This condition, no matter what you do. Whether you agree or not, you have to accept it. This time, I won't let you be willful any more. Even if you want to hate me... that's all you can do."

  Yang Chan stared blankly at Yang Jian, unable to say a word.

   looked sideways at Master Yuding, Yang Jian whispered: "Master, if the disciple can't come back, in the future, Chan'er will ask you."

   "Eh...eh." Master Yuding nodded dumbly.

   "Roaring Dog, Aotian Eagle, and Seven Saints of Meishan!"

"exist!"

   "Follow me to Nantianmen."

   "No!"

   turned around, Yang Jian swung the three-pointed two-edged sword, turning into a golden light and whistling away in the direction of Nantianmen.

   Howling Dog, Ao Tianying, and the Seven Saints of Meishan also quickly followed one by one.

  …

   The fire is burning in the sky and the wind is howling.

   Tree shadows sway in the courtyard.

   stared blankly at the direction where everyone was going, Yang Chan trembled slightly, slumped on the ground, covered her face and wept.

  …

  Between the staggered light and shadow, Yang Jian moved forward at a rapid pace with a grim expression on his face.

  The Seven Sages of Meishan slowly followed, Yuan Hong frowned and said, "True Monarch, in this case, I'm afraid we should go..."

"Don't get too close." Yang Jian said lightly: "If Yang Jian is unfortunate enough to die, I have to trouble you brothers to send Yang Jian's body back to Taoshan for burial... Then say to Cun Xin on behalf of Yang Jian, I'm sorry... Thank you." (Unfinished To be continued~^~)

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