When the golden cudgel becomes a gong [Journey to the West]

In the quiet forest, the dense treetops overhead shone with light, illuminating the supposedly dark space.But this strange and unreasonable picture reveals a strange beauty.

As if in a dream.

He was in a trance for a moment, and after being touched by a fallen leaf on his head, a slight movement brought Monkey King back to his senses.

Sun Wukong looked expressionlessly at his right side - where Cai Yixing was standing just now.

The golden cudgel in his hand had been held warm by himself.The slightly hot touch spread out from the palm of the hand, and gradually spread throughout the whole body through the veins.

They all disappeared.

The steps under his feet also became heavier.After being absent-minded for a long time, Monkey King slowly stood up straight.Then he opened his golden eyes, turned his head and scanned the surroundings, not letting go of a corner.

It took another tens of breaths before Sun Wukong looked away, and there was still no major emotional change on his face.It's just that his brows were wrinkled, and the coldness in his eyes became colder and colder.

Can't see anything.What is it that traps them, or is this a dream again?

Monkey King looked down at his hand holding the golden cudgel.As the wind blew past, the fur on his hand seemed to follow the direction of the wind and was pressed to the side.

This feeling is so real, so real that even Monkey King can't deny this so-called dream idea.

Here, is reality.

On the ground, shoes rustled against fallen dead leaves.Those shoes were sewn by Tang Sanzang himself.Tang Sanzang sewed a pair for each of his four apprentices at the beginning, saying that none of them could be left behind.

The surrounding area was eerily quiet. At first when they came in, they could hear birds chirping, but now there was nothing.Next to it is a picture of the wind blowing, and the leaves are blown to one side, swaying in the wind.

But in my ears, I didn't hear the sound of the wind.

Sun Wukong had to wonder if his whole body had been shielded by these things.There is an invisible barrier that separates him from the outside world.

Although he couldn't hear it, Monkey King could clearly see the direction in which they were blowing.Those winds seem to have an appointment, and they flock to one place one by one.

The footsteps are not in a hurry or slow to the place where the wind is going.

The sight in front of him suddenly became hazy.Sun Wukong squinted his eyes, casually carried the golden cudgel on his shoulders, and then he quickened his pace and walked forward.

I don't know when, there was a lot of fog in front of, behind, and around.The mist floated slowly, and then spread to every corner little by little.

The line of sight also became brighter, and Monkey King blinked.When he opened it again, the mist had already spewed over, and then a glare of light forced him to close his eyes again.

In a place with beautiful mountains and clear waters, the edge of Qingshuitan is full of blooming flowers and plants.Little bees and butterflies are frolicking around it.The whole small valley seems to be filled with a faint fragrance.

Next to the water pool is a small wooden house, stepping up gently, the wooden steps make rhythmic sounds.It seems to form a tune with the sound of water.

Suddenly a gust of breeze blew slowly, accompanied by a light laugh.

The extremely familiar and recognizable voice stopped the steps that Monkey King was about to step on.He stood still, holding the golden cudgel and froze for a moment.

Yi Xing?

Just dazed for a moment, Sun Wukong shook his head to wake himself up.

Then, Monkey King followed the sound and slowly approached the place where the sound came out.

On the wooden house, the door is not closed, it is open, it should be to let the light shine in, so that the whole room becomes brighter.

Monkey King frowned, his feet seemed to be disobedient, and he had to spend a lot of effort to walk up the short stairs.

In the wooden house, everything was arranged neatly and neatly, it didn't look like it should have been in that era at all.

On the wooden table exuding an ancient taste, some small knives were randomly placed, as well as fine sawdust scattered beside it.

And sitting next to the table was a man in a white long gown.Her waist-length black hair was tied up with a belt.

He lowered his head and carefully carved the wood with the short knife in the other hand, as if he was carving something.

When Sun Wukong saw it, he no longer knew what he was looking at and who he should focus on.

Is it the strange Yi Xing, or is it the wood that has already taken shape in his hand.Or... the man standing by the window.

A strange man in black, he also lowered his head, just like himself, he didn't know whether to look at that person or the wood.

Sun Wukong's heart seemed to be crushed by something extremely heavy.The chest became heavy, and the breath could no longer reach the nose.Even the throat became dry, and the hot feeling made the whole throat tingle.

"Did you see it?" Yi Xing said softly, keeping his eyes on the thing in his hand.

As soon as the words fell, the young man in black by the window moved. He wanted to poke his neck to take a look, but his feet didn't move.

Yi Xing didn't care that the young man didn't pay attention to his own affairs, his movements were very light, but every cut was very powerful.

Another fine sawdust was blown onto the table.

Neither of them spoke, one was handling the wood, and the other was watching with a cold face while holding hands.Fragments of sunlight shone into every corner of the room through the windows and open doors.It also brightened the figures of the two of them, looking at them, they felt dazzling.

After a moment of silence, Yixing finally stopped what he was doing, and he raised his masterpiece towards the young man in black.Then he frowned and smiled softly, "Look."

The young man in black poked his neck again, the expression on his face remained unchanged, and he stayed quiet for a few breaths.He watched Yi Xing's unchanging movement of holding the wood, and then he hummed lightly.

"Did you see it?" Yi Xing repeated the first question just now.

"What?" said the young man.

Yi Xing took the wood back, put the wood on the table, and looked down at them.

"I heard from Huang Sui that the human race likes to carve things they like, then put them up, and offer them as gods."

As soon as the words fell, the young man's expression finally changed slightly, and he couldn't help but burst out laughing.

"You majestic ancestor of the demon race, like human gadgets?"

Yi Xing raised his chin slightly, and then his eyes were full of pride, "I think it's good."

The smile on the young man's face became stronger, he lowered his head and smiled lightly, then looked up at the things that Yixing had been working on for a long time.

"What do you like?"

"En." Yixing stood up, put his hands behind his back, and looked down at his masterpiece.

"Does it look familiar?"

"En." The young man nodded slightly.

Yi Xing raised the corner of his mouth, then looked away, and then his eyes fell on the young man.

After a few glances, Yixing tutted and shook his head, "Unfortunately, we met too late, otherwise you might know what it is as soon as you see it."

The young man raised his eyebrows, he let go, and changed another posture.His face couldn't help but turned out of the window, and then he simply turned his back to Yixing.

Yi Xing didn't speak, he watched the figure silently, with a gentle look in his eyes, and a gentler smile on his face.

Sun Wukong couldn't help holding the golden cudgel harder.He took a deep breath, trying to calm down his inexplicable emotions.

But the heart lost control, and the inexplicable pain gradually came from the heart.He raised his head slightly, and saw that Yi Xing had already walked behind the young man.

"I heard the voice again." The young man's voice came.

"En." Yi Xing stood behind him and responded softly.

"Yi Xing, I believe that one day, I will see the things in my dreams, and all of them will appear in front of my eyes." The young man said slowly, as if he was stating what he saw, with confusion and puzzlement in his tone.

"The sky and the earth will become dark, and I won't be able to see anything..." The young man's voice paused, and he raised his head slightly in surprise.

But he was embraced by the people behind him, and he covered his eyes with his hands.The young man laughed a little. This time, without waiting for the scene in the dream, he saw the darkness in front of his eyes.

Yi Xing's other hand went around the young man's body, and then put it on the young man's shoulder.With this posture, he was completely able to embrace this frail young man into his arms.

"Are you still afraid?" If there is darkness in the future, then you will also remember that I am right behind you in the darkness, holding you tightly.

The young man pursed his lips and did not answer Yi Xing's words.He gripped the window sill tightly, his hands seemed to be trembling.

"I didn't say I was afraid."

Yi Xing responded casually, "Oh."

That inexplicable feeling came from the heart again, as if it had completely stopped beating, leaving only strangeness and panic.

Sun Wukong frowned and looked at the backs of the two men. He really wanted to go over and see what the young man in black looked like.But his footsteps have been stopped there, unable to move.

That person must be Yi Xing's favorite person.Monkey King didn't know what mood he was using to say this sentence in his mind.

But what is strange is that this is the second time I have seen the young man, but every time, I always forget his appearance.

Sun Wukong took a deep breath, hugged the golden cudgel tightly, and then continued to stare at the legendary sweetheart expressionlessly.

The sound of the waterfall outside the window, the water splashing on the water surface, like a rhythm, one after another.

A place so illusory that it is unbelievable to be real, but it brings an inexplicable sense of indulging.

It seems that I don't want to leave here.

Sun Wukong stretched out his hand suddenly, like Yi Xing, he raised his hand to cover his eyes.It was really dark in front of my eyes, but I seemed to be able to see the light.

The attention of the whole body seems to be covered with eyes, and the sight of seeing is attracted.He seemed to be standing in the dark, and even his spirit became sensitive.

Monkey King was about to take his eyes away, but he heard Yixing's voice again.

"Little five."

Sun Wukong's body froze suddenly, he opened his eyes, and his hands naturally dropped.He stared blankly, there was nothing beside the window.