Wu Jian becomes empty

Since that day, a full 100 years have passed, and Yang Jian has disappeared from this world for a full 100 years.

However, in the past 100 years, no one can forget the person named Yang Jian.

Perhaps the Jade Emperor really understood how important he had lost. He gently touched the long-preserved handwriting with his finger, and said softly in that direction: "I seem to really regret it..."

The people there didn't seem to be very happy when they heard this sentence, and they didn't have much other emotions, so they didn't say a word.

Continue to listen to the Jade Emperor saying: "The Kunlun Mirror has always been in my hands, you must have known it all the time, so you didn't move a little in those 100 years."

"I can't change the past, and neither can you. You will give me the Kunlun mirror."

After the voice over there was silent for a long time, the Jade Emperor sent Tian Nu to come in and deliver a message: "Tian Nu."

"The slave is here."

"Go and tell that Sun Wukong came to see me and said that I have a treasure for him."

"Yes."

Tiannu passed the words of the Jade Emperor to Sun Wukong, and Sun Wukong finally showed the only smile in the past hundred years, without waiting for Tiannu, he rushed directly to the heaven and arrived at the place of the Jade Emperor.

"Are you finally willing to hand it over?"

The Jade Emperor asked a little strangely: "You knew from the very beginning that the Kunlun Mirror is here, why didn't you come here to grab it?"

Sun Wukong said with some pride: "Yang Jian told me a long time ago that if you want something in your hand, you can't grab it, you can only give it to yourself."

The Jade Emperor laughed out loud, Yang Jian...

The Jade Emperor pointed to the back of the curtain and gave him a look. Sun Wukong walked over and opened the curtain, and saw the Kunlun mirror, and took out a small bag to put the Kunlun mirror in it.

"Farewell."

After Sun Wukong left, the Jade Emperor shook the wind chime in his hand and muttered: "If the Kunlun Mirror could change something, the three worlds would have been messed up..."

The wind chime made a crisp sound, and the Jade Emperor took off the single wind chime, separated it from the remaining four, and shook it in his hand: "Yang Jian counted you as the winner in the last round, and I can't let you go...haha!! "

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Sun Wukong went to his former cave, put the Kunlun mirror in a very hidden place, and set up formations around it to prevent outsiders from entering casually. He turned the Kunlun mirror and walked in slowly...

A group of children were playing happily under the tree, and suddenly a person came out from a tree trunk without gaps.

Several children yelled at the "monster" and ran away in fear. Only one little boy stopped his cheerful steps and didn't run away. He just quietly looked at the big brother who came out of the tree.

After Sun Wukong entered this place from the Kunlun mirror, he looked around the surrounding environment, feeling strange and familiar.

After watching for a long time, he lowered his head and glanced at his little brother who had been staring at him.

After the little boy realized that his eyes were on him, he asked curiously, "Are you a monster?"

Monkey King smiled playfully: "What is a monster to you?"

"Bad man."

Monkey King didn't continue to ask this question, but asked another question: "Is this Guanjiangkou?"

The boy nodded: "This is indeed Guanjiangkou."

"Then do you know Yang Jian?"

The boy frowned and nodded reluctantly.

Sun Wukong said anxiously, "Can you take me to him?"

The boy's expression became serious: "What are you looking for with Yang Jian?"

Sun Wukong smiled mysteriously: "Of course I want to give him a good thing."

The boy turned around and left in a temper: "I don't believe you."

Not far away, another older boy yelled: "Yang Jian, Mom and Dad are calling you to go home and have dinner!"

The kid named Yang Jian ran faster, as if he was afraid that the monster behind would know that his name was Yang Jian and catch him.

But Sun Wukong didn't dare to move at all, for fear that the little Yang Jian would disappear again.

Yang Jian... 100 years...

The author has something to say: very short... I know (T_T)