dark battle

Standing still, I saw another Yang Jian hugging Chang'e under the luxuriant jade tree. I couldn't help being shocked, and in the blink of an eye, Yang Jian who was hugging Chang'e scattered into mist. Throwing towards Yang Jian's real body.

Meeting without a word, a hibiscus bears autumn rain.

She stretched out her jade hand to him, as if calling him to come to her side, she looked at him secretly, her eyes were filled with unspeakable love, and her delicate lips were slightly curved, like an unopened peach blossom.How clean it is, the autumn chrysanthemum is covered with frost; how divine it is, the moon shoots the cold river.

Knowing that it was an illusion, Yang Jian's heart was still shaking, and he couldn't help but approached her.

Outside the illusion, the Queen Mother looked at the scene in the painting with cold eyes, and the wind chimes on the painting scroll swayed slightly, making a pleasant sound of broken jade.

The long eyelashes that were close at hand trembled and half drooped, and the creamy cheeks were faintly flushed, "Yang Jian, do you like me?"

"It's just an illusion."

"No, it's true." Chang'e looked up at his eyebrows in the illusion, and said emotionally, "As long as you can give up what you are doing, all this will become true."

Yang Jian didn't answer, but sneered secretly in his heart——although the illusion could imitate her appearance, it couldn't imitate her cold and alienated disposition. The real Chang'e would never say such words.

"Before I came in, do you still remember what the Queen Mother said? Sometimes giving up means getting it. As long as you give up what you are doing, you can get me."

Yang Jian looked away from her, "I remember that it was also in this place. The fairy once said that as a judicial god, one should do what the judicial god should do. Yang Jian has always remembered this sentence and has been doing it all the time."

"What is the job of a judicial god?"

"Maintain the order of the heavenly court, supervise the heavenly rules, and maintain the justice and majesty of the heavenly rules."

The illusioned Chang'e approached him and asked in a low voice: "So, in your heart, is maintaining the justice and majesty of the rules of heaven more important than me?"

Yang Jian looked at the illusioned Chang'e, and couldn't help being caught in her watery eyes. After hiding for a long time, he didn't dare to blurt out his thoughts to the real Chang'e: "The court of heaven needs order, and Yang Jian, as a god of justice, can't see it." With the chaos in the heavenly court, it is my responsibility to maintain the order of the heavenly court. For this responsibility, I have paid too much, and it is not easy to let go of it."

"Responsibility? It's really nice to say that you are actually doing it for your black hat, for your status, for future generations to remember you, and for your name to go down in history."

Yang Jian was slightly stunned, and heard the familiar words in his ears, as if he had returned to the moonlit night after the Danyang Grand Meeting. She went to the Zhenjun Temple and forced him to release Zhu Bajie.When he realized that he had sunk a bit, he quickly changed the subject: "Yang Jian certainly hopes to have a high status and be famous in history, but all of this seems too insignificant compared to you, fairy. "

"Since that's the case, why are you hesitating? Are you afraid that the Heavenly Court will blame you?"

The wind chimes on the painting scroll trembled violently, making messy noises.

"You can get me if you give up your responsibility, have you decided?"

Yang Jian estimated that the foreshadowing was sufficient, so he pretended to have no regrets and deliberately forced himself to be distracted, "Yes, I have decided."

The queen mother saw that the thin threads of the green jade wind chime were trembling and intertwined, and the anger in her heart rose faintly. When she saw that Yang Jian was about to reach out to embrace Chang'e, she yelled angrily: "Get out of me, you worthless thing!"

Yang Jian didn't dare to trust her, so he pretended to shout to the sky: "Mother, please allow Yang Jian to resign from the post of judicial god and spend his life with Chang'e!"

"It's a good idea, look back!"

Yang Jian looked at the transformed Chang'e, there was no beauty there, only a standing skeleton, the skeleton shook for a while, and disappeared like water mist.

"If you had met her just now, it would be like this!" The Queen Mother pulled Yang Jian out of the scroll with her magic power, put the scroll in her palm, and said angrily at Yang Jian, "I finally heard you from the truth."

"Yang Jian was confused, and hoped that his mother would forgive him."

Yang Jian knew that he had successfully deceived the Queen Mother, but he still couldn't help but be afraid. Xumi's strength should not be underestimated. Just now he almost fell into it several times. If Xumi hadn't reminded him in advance that those pictures were all from his heart, He almost believed it.

"Is the order of my heavenly court so insignificant compared to Chang'e?" Although the Queen Mother didn't really love this nephew, she couldn't help but teach, "You give up your responsibilities for the sake of beauty, and your soul will be destroyed." You have lost not only Chang'e, but also your soul!" She slapped the scroll on the table and sat down, "But then again, it can make you hide, I call it What is the magic weapon? In your opinion, with Chen Xiang's mentality, can he escape this disaster?"

Yang Jian frowned secretly, and prevaricated: "As long as he has desires, he can't hide from them."

"Then how do you plan to let him enter the illusory realm?" Seeing that Yang Jian didn't answer, the Queen Mother didn't press her, "I have a suggestion, arrest Liu Yanchang and Ding Xiang, and lie to him that he has been sent to the illusory realm .”

"But Liu Yanchang and Ding Xiang are mortals, last time the little god was because..."

"I didn't know about it last time, but this time I instructed you to do it. But it's better not to let others know about it, because it's not very bright after all."

That being the case, Yang Jian had nothing to say for a while, so he had to embrace his orders.

"I'll teach you a few more formulas, remember the formulas, and you can talk to the person in the illusory world and walk into his heart."

Yang Jian memorized the mantra, returned to the Zhenjun Temple, put the painting scroll and the lotus lamp that had run out of lamp oil into the copper frame in the secret room, and hurriedly summoned the Meishan brothers to the main hall to form an army, without noticing that a pink moth was always trailing behind him.

"Chen Xiang will go to Jilei Mountain to help Nezha, so he will never take Liu Yanchang and Ding Xiang with him. Your mission is to catch them." Yang Jian caught a glimpse of Boss Kang's unhappy expression and asked knowingly: "Boss, what do you want to say?" ?"

"Even the Jade Emperor said that if Chen Xiang does meritorious deeds, he can pardon the Three Holy Mothers, but we want to dismantle Chen Xiang's backstage. Doing so is not only inhumane, but even disloyal!"

"This is the Queen Mother's will. Do you think I am willing to do this? Our way is indeed not bright enough, but it is also for the majesty of the heavenly rules and the order of the heavenly court. I think what the Queen Mother said is right. Otherwise, it will be difficult to stop The wind of thinking."

Fourth Yao hurriedly came out to smooth things over again: "Brother, Second Master's move is also very helpless."

Yang Jian wanted to suppress Boss Kang and force him into Chen Xiang's camp, and said coldly: "Fourth, if anyone dares to disobey your order, they will be dealt with according to the family law."

"...Yes." Yao Lao Si glanced at Boss Kang's ugly face, fearing that he would say something against Yang Jian, and hurriedly said: "Second Master, you should recover from your injuries first, and leave the matter here to us. "Watching Yang Jian's back leaving abruptly, he ordered Xiao Tiangou to go down to the realm immediately to inquire about the news.

Back in the bedroom, the Immortal Doctor was still waiting for Yang Jian, diagnosed Yang Jian's pulse and prescribed a prescription for him to take the medicine before leaving.Yang Jian was suffering from a blood loss, and went to Yaochi to fall into the illusory world. At this time, he was exhausted physically and mentally, and he just wanted to enter the clean secret room to rest for a while.

Sitting down on the Luohan bed, he heard Ao Hong's voice floating from the three-legged silver altar: "The lotus lantern and the illusory realm have been stolen."

Yang Jian stood up abruptly, glanced at the copper frame, and saw that it was empty, "Who stole it?"

"The little fox of Wanku Mountain."

He got up too hastily, his eyes darkened and he fell back to his seat, "...the Queen Mother will never let me go lightly this time."

"Are you injured?" Ao Hong had heard their brothers concerned about Yang Jian's injury in the outer bedroom. Just now, she saw Yang Jian hastily put down the treasure, knowing that he still had something to do, so she didn't dare to disturb him. The room floated from the altar. When I came out, I saw that he was slightly haggard, and I couldn't help feeling heartache and self-blame, "The little fox only showed up after you went out just now, I'm sorry, I should have seen her earlier. No, why don't you go and confess to the Queen Mother? It's better than something will happen then."

……

The Huashan Secret Prison is quiet and cold, let the flowers bloom and fall in front of the court, let the clouds roll and the clouds outside, I don’t know how many lonely years have been quietly let go, but it is still the same, as if it will not change even if it goes on for thousands of years.

Xiaoyu sat on the rock with her knees hugged, staring straight at the ripples on the water: "If it wasn't for revenge, I had already burned the Illusionary Realm, and I kept it to deal with Monkey King. I didn't do it to help Chen Xiang, just I don't want him to die at the hands of others."

"But you can't go down and kill him."

"I can! He is your son. If he dies, you must feel more uncomfortable than dying yourself."

Yang Chan sighed softly: "Then why don't you feel the same uncomfortable?"

Chunxin does not spend a lot of time fighting for hair, every inch of lovesickness and an inch of gray.

Xiaoyu stubbornly looked at a pool of lava like a pool of cold lava, and clenched the cold scabbard tightly: "I won't feel uncomfortable, even if I feel uncomfortable, I won't know."

Over the years, Yang Chan has spent more time with Xiaoyu than he has spent with his son, and he knows that she is very kind and simple in nature, and treats her like his own daughter.

"Did you know? For this matter, there is actually a better ending that you didn't expect..." Yang Chan stroked the incision in the palm of her left hand with her right finger, and the bizarre nightmare appeared in front of her eyes, and tears gradually appeared in her eyes ——That terrible dream, if it is true...if in the future I will really kill my brother with my own hands...Even if there is only a one-ten-thousandth possibility...

"You help Chen Xiang get through this difficult time and save Fairy Baihua, I will kill myself in front of you!"