Journey to the West: I went up to the mountains to herd cattle and met Sun Wukong

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Yang Hong looked at the somewhat autistic Sun Wukong who was asked, and understood that it was enough, and he also had to understand the world through Sun Wukong.

Although he has a clear memory of the plot of Journey to the West, he has now come to this world, and many things in books can only be referred to and cannot be copied.

Otherwise, you don't know how to die, the plot is not reality, the plot is just a fragment record, and reality can have countless changes.

He turned around and took out the spice bag to familiarize himself with the operation, the roast meat was only a part, and by the way, he fried some greens and other things.

He also set up a kettle, and Sun Wukong drank wine with meat, and made some tea for himself.

Sun Wukong kept repeating in his mind at this time: Is he a monkey?

Yes, is he a monkey?

Is this monkey simple?

It's not easy! Lao Sun is a natural saint.

The fairy stone that gave birth to himself, at the Optimus Prime of the Hundred Rivers Club, the root of the earth is immovable, and it is on the top of that mountain.

Three feet six feet five inches high, two feet four feet circumference, three feet six feet five inches high, according to the week of 365 degrees, two feet four feet circumference.

According to the twenty-four qi, there are nine tips and eight holes, and according to the nine palace eight trigrams.

His grandmother's, isn't this the size of the gossip alchemy furnace of Taishang Laojun.

No wonder that at the moment of life and death in the Bagua Alchemy Furnace, Lao Sun instinctively reacted to the Xunfeng trigram position, and only then did he have that glimmer of life.

There are few caves in the three realms of heaven and earth like this water curtain cave, why can they sit on it? Or did you have no cultivation at all?

The key is that you have a good possession when you go in, is this normal?

It is not normal.

His grandmother's, how did he not find these problems before.

Sun Wukong looked at Yang Hong with a serious face at this time, he was skillfully busy grilling.

Is this kid really his own chance?

"Kid, who taught you to sing that song from before?"

"I wrote my own songs, where I need someone to teach."

"What? Kid, you're bragging again. You're afraid you don't even know the words and can write songs. "

Sun Wukong's tone was dissatisfied, this broken child he bragged himself, and he took it for granted.

What Lao Sun said, the complaining is bragging, this double standard is too much.

At this moment, he really wanted to be able to collapse, wear a purple gold cloak and stand in the sky, and become the majestic Qi Heavenly Great Saint Sun Wukong.

Shocked this broken child to the point of gaffe.

Yang Hong's face was full of pride when he heard this, poured a glass of wine for Sun Wukong, and said contemptuously: "Isn't this kind of thing a song with hands?" Do I need to brag?

Monkey, if you want to learn, I'll teach you. "

When Sun Wukong heard this, his nose was almost crooked.

You want to learn this sentence, I'll teach you, how to listen to how awkward.

Lao Sun is gifted and smart, he will listen to it once, do you want to teach it?

Stinky boy, too arrogant, how can you be more proud than Lao Sun.

"If you don't learn, you won't learn, these vulgar songs will not fall into your ears."

"Monkey, this is what is wrong with you, I don't dislike you for being stupid and can't learn, you dislike my song vulgarity."

Come, come, sing with me. To the clouds, over the mountain..."

Yang Hong sang it without saying a word, he knew how brainwashed this song was, and began to sing the first few sentences repeatedly.

While singing and spicing the rabbits, all kinds of ingredients are soaked, and a special aroma overflows the space.

Sun Wukong looked disdainful at first, and when Yang Hong sang for the sixth time, he couldn't help but hum along.

Yang Hong, who was busy on the side, had long noticed his abnormality, the corners of his mouth couldn't help but flutter, and his singing voice was more rhythmic.

"Sun Dasheng. Sing when you're happy, we have no outsiders here.

Eating barbecue while drinking is such a pleasant thing. "

Sun Wukong pouted, this broken child called him for the fifth time: Sun Dasheng, then give him a face.

One person and one monkey sang happily, and the tacit understanding between the two became higher and higher, and the song resounded in the sky.

A quarter of an hour later.

"Break the child, rabbit leg to the old grandson!! Give the wine to your grandson and pour it yourself. "

"Stinky monkey, shut up, I've only eaten a few bites, you almost eat half of the rabbit meat."

"To be a man is to be true to his word, yesterday you said to invite me to eat."

"I am a child's mouth, don't take it seriously."

Sun Wukong ate the rabbit meat in one bite, sucked the wine, and complained: "Who made your whole food so delicious." "

Yang Hong still put the rabbit leg meat on the animal skin, with an incredulous expression.

"What? Do you blame me for this? "

"That's right, blame you, blame you. Drink together, drink what tea. "

Sun Wukong enjoyed the barbecue, and he did not notice the subtle change in his tone when he spoke to Yang Hong.

He swore that he really didn't think that mortal barbecue was so delicious, and he had traveled to Nanzhan Buzhou to eat that kind of barbecue before, or it was a broken child.

"Listen, is this human language? I'm a kid and you let me drink? "

"Lao Sun is not a person, he speaks monkey words. That's right, just a jug of wine you don't drink. "

......

Yang Hong was speechless, this stinky monkey learned his own way of speaking, and it seemed to have obtained the essence.

"Monkey, do you want spicy meat?"

"Come on, come on. Squeak~Spicy!! "

"Haha! Look, you're still gluttonous. "

"Ha, ha, spicy, addictive, wine, wine!!"

One hour.

Sun Wukong burped in satisfaction, and he glanced at Yang Hong, who was leisurely drinking tea next to him, this broken child was like a little old man.

His sensitive nose smelled this tea extraordinary, and the fragrance was a bit like a spiritual object in the mountains.

He rolled his eyes and thought that children's things were delicious.

He was very dissatisfied and shouted: "Child, Lao Sun wants tea." "

When Yang Hong heard this, Xingyun flowed a cup of Kung Fu tea, and put it in front of Sun Wukong unhurriedly.

In his previous life, as a Chaoshan man, he was accustomed to drinking tea to this day, which was the tea tree he deliberately found up the mountain.

Now he understands that why this tea is so delicious, not because of the good environment in ancient times, but because it belongs to the world of the immortal Buddha.

That tea tree is estimated to be thousands of years, the tea tree grows in a very good environment, only 5 hours a day in the sun, often fog covers it.

It's strange that such tea is not delicious.

Sun Wukong drank tea with a straw, and a special tea aroma filled his entire mouth and ran down his throat.

This is different from the aroma of wine, this tea aroma makes him shake his spirits, an unprecedented experience.

Sure enough, this tea is a good thing.

The broken child actually did not give it to Lao Sun at the first time, it was too much.

Yang Hong licked a cup of tea for Sun Wukong again, and said lightly: "Tea is like life, walking with mountains and seas." Life is like tea, fried with time. "

"Old autumn is strong, a child is like a little old man."

"Monkeys, the world comes and goes, the red dust is hot and cool, only by drinking tea and tranquility can we do the deepest in life."

Sun Wukong Balabala mouthed the aroma of tea, pondering Yang Hong's words, and felt it.

"Child, what kind of people are your parents, how to teach you such children."

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