Wu Jian becomes empty

The Lantern Festival just passed away, which made him a little bit sad, just like this smoke, when the wind blows, there is nothing, leaving only a little memory.

The bustling sounds outside and the lights all over the city at night made this rainy joy like a bridal chamber wedding night for mortal couples.

In the early morning of the next day, Yang Jian touched the Lotus Lantern for a while before saying, "Let's begin."

The beginning sometimes means the end...

"Okay." Restoring mana is only good for Yang Jian. He thinks so. He can't bear to see Yang Jian who is crumbling without any mana. He is so distressed, so he is eager for Yang Jian to restore his mana. He is as brave as before He can rest assured that no one can knock him down.

The two sat cross-legged facing each other, put the Lotus Lantern in the middle, and slowly floated in mid-air under the help of Sun Wukong. Yang Jian sucked that spiritual power, lit the Lotus Lantern, and his soul slowly attached to the Lotus In the lotus flower, with the help of the divine power of the lotus lamp body, the spiritual power hidden in his body is recovered.

As the lotus lantern gradually lost its light, the spiritual power in Yang Jian's body also slowly poured out, until the lotus lantern was completely darkened, Yang Jian's soul returned to its place, and the lotus lantern in midair fell heavily to the ground.

After a long time, Sun Wukong saw Yang Jian opened his eyes and asked, "How do you feel?"

Yang Jian stood up and moved his body, picked up the lotus lantern that fell on the ground and said, "It's recovered well, but it's a pity that this lantern is lost."

"It's just a lamp." Sun Wukong glanced at the lotus lamp in Yang Jian's hand, and asked again, "What's your plan next?"

Yang Jian raised the corners of his lips, with a sly smile in his eyes: "Take the last step."

"Oh?"

"Do you know what is under Huashan Mountain?" Yang Jian glanced at Sun Wukong and replied, "Five-colored stones."

Sun Wukong frowned when he heard this: "The five-colored stone can change and rewrite the rules of heaven, what do you want to write?"

Yang Jian raised his lips and smiled: "It depends on Chen Xiang."

Sun Wukong frowned even more when he heard the name: "Why don't you train Chen Xiang to split the mountain and take the colorful stones?"

"Everything has a cause and effect. The cause is to save the mother, and the result is to get the colorful stone to change the rules of heaven. There is no cause, and the result is to be taken out for others to eat."

"So you use yourself to train Chen Xiang like this!"

"Isn't my ability all forced out? I was forced by hatred. If no one forces him, I will do it." Yang Jian asked tenderly, "What about you?"

"Strength and movement, movement becomes strength, love, hatred, love, hatred, life and death can all become motivation, why do you have to choose this one?"

"Yeah." Yang Jian paused and said again, "But...no love, no hate, no love, no enmity, isn't it just life and death?"

"..."

"You haven't answered me yet, what's your motivation?"

"It's you." Sun Wukong held him in his arms and emphasized again, "It's you...because I wanted to stand side by side with you one day."

Yang Jian also hugged him: "You did it, and you are better than me."

"Do you need my help?"

"Help me take care of Third Sister and Chen Xiang."

"Okay." Sun Wukong asked again worriedly, "Is that all, I will do it if you don't say it."

"Hmm... Let's go back to Huaguo Mountain when you have time to have a look. There are many peach blossoms replanted there."

Monkey King was stunned. He had seen it more than once, and there was no way to plant anything.

Yang Jian got out of his embrace, turned around and left, and said to the people inside: "We should say goodbye."

……

The Jade Emperor lightly caressed a few handsome and powerful characters on the Kongming lantern laid flat on the table, with an unknown smile on the corner of his mouth.

If someone else wrote such words, he might make that person disappear from now on, but he was so happy instead of Yang Jian, without any anger.

The Jade Emperor looked at the handwriting on the other side, and felt that it was an eyesore. He tore off the other half of the Kongming Lantern. The half of the Monkey King took a look and smiled mockingly: "The handwriting of the Monkey King is comparable to that in the old days." What Tathagata left in his hand looks much better."

Just one glance, throwing it into the fire, it instantly disappeared into nothingness.

Looking at the incomplete six characters on the table, the Jade Emperor took up a pen to fill them in——and so do you.

If you live a miserable life...

So are you.

desolate.

The Jade Emperor put away the paper, and seeing Tian Nu coming in a hurry, he frowned inadvertently: "What's the matter, tell me!"

"Your Majesty...Your Majesty, Chen Xiang and his gang have declared war on the Heavenly Court. Your Majesty, look..."

Chen Xiang, the seedling cultivated by Yang Jian, who gave him the courage to make him so proud, the Jade Emperor raised his lips and said, "Has Yang Jian returned?"

"came back."

If Sun Wukong hadn't helped Yang Jian recover his mana ahead of time, he wouldn't have seen the next good show, and told Tian Nu lightly: "Then send Yang Jian there."

"Your Majesty, this..."

The Jade Emperor looked at him with a smile: "Why, dare to have doubts?!"

"No, no... dare not." Tian Nu replied tremblingly, planning to look for Yang Jian, but found that his legs could not stand up, and he hadn't seen Jade Emperor like this for a long time. , On the contrary, the imperial aura of death is vicious and tyrannical...

"What? Not going yet."

"Yes, yes, my servant will let Yang Jian fight." Tian Nu gradually regained his legs and ran out limping.

The author has something to say: Sorry, it took so long to update, because of the college entrance examination (??д?), now that the exam is over, there should be enough time, as long as there is no major event, it will be updated every day, and I plan to post another article, basically The friend said anxiously (??д?), and the friend kept complaining about my writing speed.