[Journey to the West] Trees fall

The autumn wind is clear and the autumn moon is bright.

The fallen leaves gathered and scattered, and the jackdaws roosted in shock.

When do you know when you meet with lovesickness?Embarrassed at this night.

Enter my Acacia door, know that I am sad.

Long-term lovesickness is long-term lovesickness, short-term lovesickness is endless.

If I knew it was such a stumbling block, why didn't I know each other at the beginning.

——Li Bai's "Three Five Seven Words/Autumn Wind Ci"

"Xiao Jiu, you know it's impossible." Mizhen sat in front of the desk, writing on the jade slip with a pen, and said without raising her eyes.

"But this reason is too far-fetched..." Su Jiu stood alone in the middle of the empty hall, her face full of disbelief and panic, "Isn't it just a fight with Beichen, so I need to go to the demon-slaying platform?! Then I run away Go punch Beichen, and tie me to Zhuxian Terrace!"

"Xiao Jiu!" Mizhen put down his pen heavily, sighed, raised his head and advised in a gentle voice, "Would you like to live with Lao Si for a while? He has sent several letters saying that he wants to pick you up. I heard Master say You and the fourth child are the best friends, why not go and relax."

"No, senior brother and I are the best friends..." Su Jiu murmured with her nose red, "Brother, does this have to be the case... Then if I ask Bei Chen to forgive him? Is it okay? Already? Can I go now?"

Looking at the helpless person who seemed to be abandoned by the whole world, with tears in his eyes but biting his lips and clenching his fists, pretending to be tough, the words he thought of rolled and rolled on his lips, but he still swallowed them.

Mizhen got up and walked over, reached out to embrace her in front of him, and said in a deep voice, "I'm sorry, Xiao Jiu. But I assure you, his life will not be in danger."

"Really?" Su Jiu wiped her eyes carelessly with her sleeve, like a person who has been walking in the desert for several days without sleep, seeing an oasis not far away, anxiously and anxiously asking whether the consolation is true .

"Dijun Yinuo." Seeing that she was finally angry and no longer listless, Mi Zhen patted her on the head in relief.

"Can I go and see him?" Sujiu said nervously, holding the sleeve in front of her.

"No." Mizhen turned around and wanted to go back to the case.

"Brother, please, let me see him." Su Jiu earnestly hugged the existence in front of her eyes like a straw.

"Little guy who pushes forward. Forget it, I'll take you to see it, but you must not make a sound." Mizhen took her hand and led her out of the palace gate.

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The clothes made by the fourth brother are very good, and he can only judge the extreme coldness of this place by the hot air he breathes, which condenses into white frost in the air and falls to the ground.

The more you walk in, the more you feel the soaring resentment penetrating your bones.

Downhill, Sujiu followed Mizhen for a long, long time, as if she was going all the way down to the Underworld, to Wangchuan.

When both legs were about to lose feeling, Mizhen finally stopped in front of a bronze door, leaned sideways on Sujiu's forehead, and pushed the door open.

"Crack——" With the harsh friction of the copper door, a thin glimmer of light sprinkled in.

The cold golden vertical pupils appeared in the darkness.

Mizhen walked to a place and stood still, lighting the candle lamp.

Su Jiu exhausted all her strength to cover her mouth, trembling uncontrollably crazily. She felt as if her heart was being slashed by a sharp ice knife, and was forced into the bottom of the ten thousand year cold pool, and she was so cold.

Two arm-thick chains snaked down from the wall, piercing through the entire lute bone, and the dark black robe was stained with blood, and hung heavily on the ground.

Wukong pouted his head, looked straight at Mizhen without timidity or avoidance, squinted his eyes with disdain, and said hoarsely and dryly, "Despicable."

Mi Zhen was not annoyed, and said calmly: "In seven days, you will go to the Demon Slaying Stage."

"Heh." Wu Kong smiled back, his chest heaved violently, and the chains were pulled and collided with the wall, making a sound like piercing clouds and cracking stones, as if he was crying out of injustice.

Enduring the severe pain, Wukong spat out a mouthful of blood, tried his best to get up again, and asked hoarsely, "Where is she?"

Mizhen sighed and turned to leave.

"Where is she?" Wukong coughed, his voice was weak, but he still insisted, "Tell me, where is she?"

"You don't need to worry about it." Mizhen tilted his head, looked at the man who was leaning against the wall in the corner, his whole body was bent and wanted to shrink into a ball, and heaved a long sigh.

"Pa——" The water droplets splashed on the ground briefly, Wukong's eyes widened, and he looked at Mizhen as if he wanted to cut him into pieces.

"Is she here!" She turned her head away in embarrassment, trying to hide in the cold darkness without being noticed.

"Take her away, take her away quickly."

The image of the calm and upright king who was under the death penalty just now disappeared, leaving only a wounded beast sadly trying to cover itself.

At this time, Sujiu lost control of her emotions and was on the verge of collapse. She was forced to fall into a coma, and fell into Yazhen's arms, revealing her figure.

Wukong raised his head and stared at it obsessively, wanting to engrave the image he had engraved in his heart again, and said dejectedly again: "You shouldn't have brought her here."

"She wants to see you." Mizhen sent Su Jiu to him.

Wukong tried his best to raise his arms, embraced the worried person in front of him, bowed his head and kissed her tear-stained face reverently, after a long time, raised his head, and said: "I will come down from the Demon Slaying Platform alive!" , before that, help me take good care of her."

"Yeah." Mizhen nodded, took Su Jiu, turned and left straight away, "Take care of yourself."

After the bronze door was closed again, Wukong looked away, took a few deep breaths to calm down, and then began to close his eyes and silently recite the formulas taught by his master.

For a moment, the already thin aura in the dungeon suddenly circulated crazily, forming a vortex that circulated endlessly, and after turning 81 [-] times, it melted into Wukong's body.

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"Poor child, I'm afraid her heart will be broken, so let her sleep well." Hang Yuan covered Su Jiu with a quilt pitifully, turned her head and said angrily, "Husband, although I don't understand why Reason, but this child is very close to me, and she is really young, no different from our daughter. Seeing her lost her mind, I feel really uncomfortable, so you can help that Wukong."

Mizhen raised his forehead, although helpless, he could only respond, and said in a gentle voice: "I will try my best."

"One more thing." Hang Yuan thought for a moment, then said softly, "I've been thinking about my sister a lot these days, the Moon Palace is cold and bitter, and now I don't blame her anymore, so it's better to let my sister come back too."

Mizhen embraced his wife, and said with a bit of concern: "Your body is just right, but what do you want to do with these things. Although Guanghan Palace is remote, it is well-repaired, so it is most suitable for her to cultivate her body."

"I'm always uneasy. After all, my sister didn't mean it. Besides, she treats you..."

"You, you just have a soft heart." Mizhen shook her head with a smile, knowing that her wife was too kind and innocent, so she changed the subject and said, "It's hard for a little girl to interfere with political affairs today, so I just have a leisurely day and spend time with you."

"Okay." Hang Yuan slowly leaned into Mizhen's arms, stretched out her arms to hug his waist, enjoying this rare moment quietly.

The author has something to say: This chapter made me cry, but the writing really needs to be practiced, and the emotions in it cannot be described in case.

Let's make do with it.

By the way, I recommend He Yunshi's "Infatuation Division", which can be listened to with this chapter.

"The dream is not over yet, there are still cicadas in the great cold

The night comes with wind and snow calling for raindrops

The dream is not over yet

There are people who are so infatuated that they are not afraid of changes in the world

The dream is not over, the tears are still sweet

Parting is not afraid of vows in our ears

The dream is not over yet, if the journey remains the same

You can still be paranoid and drag it a few feet away.”

There will be a second update before twelve o'clock today, so stay tuned.

Also, I said before that the double shift was given to the kid who gave Big Torpedo, I remember you.

If not, watch out for me standing on the head of the bed~

Thank you for the mines of Candlelight students~ Meme~