The Monkey King

In the cold cave, Yang Chan was dressed in white and plain clothes, sitting quietly, like a stone statue, her eyes were so dim that there was no trace of brilliance.

"Nezha, will you help?"

There is no wind in the cave, and there is nothing here except the circulating magic circle. Everything, even time, seemed to stand still.

He dipped his fingertips into the cool tea in the cup and placed it on the smooth stone table.

The tea stain slowly faded away.

"Yes or no?" She tilted her head and thought for a long time, but couldn't think of a reason.

More than six hundred years have not left many traces on her body, but everything in her memory has gradually faded away.

The whole world became hazy, leaving only pure waiting. And whether this waiting is meaningful, at this moment, I'm afraid even she herself can't tell clearly.

For a long time, she pursed her lips and smiled lightly.

"Even if Nezha is willing to help, will he come?"

After more than six hundred years, the tears that had been shed for a long time now filled my eyes again.

"Why...why do you have to wait for me to ask someone to urge you every time? Can't you just take the initiative once?"

She covered her lips and smiled, her tears falling drop by drop onto the cold stone table.

The only trace of warmth left in my heart has passed away bit by bit.

…

Step by step, she walked to the table and Qingxin reached out to touch the hairpin. Nezha on the side quickly opened her mouth to stop her. At this moment, Qingxin's hand stopped in the air. The gaze slowly drifted toward Nezha.

With just one glance, Nezha was startled. He quickly closed his mouth and looked around, pretending to be nonchalant. Perhaps because of his guilty conscience, cold sweat began to break out on his forehead.

Qingxin smiled brightly. He sighed softly: "This hairpin looks to be of high quality. It has been around for some time, and the style is quite good. Whose hairpin is it?"

Nezha didn't speak, but moved his feet to the side unconsciously.

Qingxin took the hairpin in front of her eyes and took a closer look, then put it in front of little Chenxiang who was holding her in one hand and shook it. She said with a smile: "Agarwood, tell sister. Where did this hairpin come from? It's you. Mother?"

Chen Xiang shook his head. The eyes looked cautiously at his father who was huddled in the corner. At a young age, he seemed to have realized that something was wrong.

Liu Yanchang's eyes flickered.

Following Chen Xiang's gaze, Qing Xin also looked towards Liu Yanchang.

Qing Xin looked at Chen Xiang with eyes full of love, but in the short process of deflecting her gaze, her eyes suddenly gained a bit of sharpness.

Liu Yanchang was startled by this look and looked at Nezha. Seeing that Nezha was already trying to avoid him, he could only wave his hands and whispered: "Say, it's okay. Chen Xiang tells sister."

The big eyes wandered twice, and Chen Xiang whispered: "Yes...it was given to dad by the gods in Huashan Mountain."

"Oh? The immortal in Huashan?" Looking at Nezha, who was already blushing, Qingxin asked meaningfully: "That immortal... what's his name?"

"Agarwood doesn't know."

"Then does your father know?"

Chen Xiang didn't answer, just lowered his head and rubbed his hands, looking up pitifully at his heart from time to time.

Qingxin stopped smiling, stretched, and put down the agarwood.

Let this go. Chen Xiang quickly rushed towards Liu Yanchang, threw herself into Liu Yanchang's arms, and turned her head. His big, alert eyes were open, and his gaze kept going back and forth between Qingxin and Nezha.

Nezha still stood motionless, flushed and at a loss.

Qingxin crossed her hands and walked around the small earthen house twice. Youyou said: "He said it, or did you say it?"

Nezha became a little angry at this question, and shouted: "This matter has nothing to do with you, why do you care? There must be a limit to arrogance!"

Qingxin rolled her eyes on the spot, turned around, pointed at Liu Yanchang and said, "Just tell me, I'll make sure you're fine."

"you!"

"If you don't say anything, I'll let him say it. What's the matter?" Qingxin Youyou said: "What did you want to do just now? Touch his memory? Just rely on your little ability to touch his memory, and it will inevitably happen. Rebellion, light becomes a fool, and the heavy life is whispering. At that time, a sick mother who is sick in bed and a five -year -old child ... Oh, a good family, the three princes are so good, It must be the end of the family being ruined. Can't I just save his family when there is injustice on the road?"

Nezha gave Qing Xin a heavy slap with his fire-pointed spear.

The chest was already heaving with anger.

After looking at Nezha for a while, Qingxin asked expressionlessly: "Do you think what I did was wrong?"

"Do you think that's right?"

"I don't know if it's right or not. Since I can't figure it out, how about we go to the Lingxiao Palace to discuss it together?"

Hearing this, Nezha's eyes suddenly widened, and the hand holding the fire-pointed spear was clenched.

Angry.

But, even if he gets angry again, what can he do? It was obvious that he was the one who had someone grab his sore leg. Did he really want to make it known to everyone?

After staring at each other for a long time, Nezha had no choice but to avoid Qingxin's eyes and said: "Sister Yang Chan asked him to find me and ask me to do something, but I didn't agree. It's such a small thing, it's necessary to publicize it. Are you going? It's a big deal, I don't care, I didn't agree anyway. The second brother is just a little troublesome. He has no grudge against you, so why bother? "

Qingxin asked with a smile: "Then, what specifically are we looking for you to do?"

"It's no big deal."

"It's no big deal, what exactly is it?"

"I said nothing happened, what's the point of asking?"

Turning her face, Qingxin pointed at Liu Yanchang and said, "If he doesn't say it, you do."

"Okay! I said, okay?" Before Liu Yanchang could say anything, Nezha said quickly: "Just... you just want me to take him to learn the art from a teacher, saying that after he succeeds, he will come back to save Sister Yang Chan... ...Hey. What do you think this is? With his poor qualifications, he still wants to save Sister Yang Chan? What a joke. Hey, Sister Yang Chan must have stayed in that dark place for too long and is already a little confused. I will visit another day. When she is gone, I will just try to persuade her."

Say it. Nezha spread his hands and pretended to walk out with a spear in hand, but he saw Qingxin standing motionless, staring at him, with the original smile completely gone from her face.

Stopping, Nezha smiled unnaturally and said, "What's wrong? Is it difficult...do you really think he can save Sister Yang Chan?"

Qingxin asked one word at a time: "Who should I worship as my teacher?"

"It...does it matter who you take as your teacher? With his poor qualifications? Do you really think that my second brother is a vegetarian?"

"Let me ask you, who do you want to be your master?"

"This is not a question of who should be his teacher, okay? This matter is simply not feasible! If you really take him to become a teacher, not only will you fail to save Sister Yang Chan, but you may also offend your second brother. Your Majesty It’s not easy to explain there. You said this is a thankless thing, what are we doing for it? Besides..."

Nezha was chattering, and reasons were coming out one after another, and he was looking around.

The father and son huddled in the corner and listened quietly. Qingxin's expression became colder and colder.

Before Nezha could finish speaking, Qingxin turned around and pointed at Liu Yanchang.

"explain!"

With this finger, Liu Yanchang, who was unprepared, was suddenly startled and blurted out: "The Monkey King... Sun Wukong."

For a moment, the entire scene froze.

Qingxin stood quietly, expressionless. Nezha bit his lip, frowned, and glared at Liu Yanchang angrily. Liu Yanchang swallowed dryly and shrank in again. Reach out to protect agarwood.

And that Agarwood still looked confused.

After a long time, Qingxin slowly put down her hand and smiled lightly: "I see."

"What do you want to do?"

"It's nothing." Qingxin took a deep breath and sighed: "I think this is a good idea. Let him become my senior brother as his disciple."

"Can he succeed in learning? This... this is simply ridiculous!"

"If he can't learn, then let his son do it. I quite like Agarwood."

"Even this kid can't do it! It's impossible!"

Qingxin took a step forward, reaching out to hug agarwood. Nezha quickly stepped in front of her.

The two looked at each other.

for a long time. Nezha whispered: "Sister Yang Chan didn't want him to become a disciple at all. Even I could see that she wanted the monkey to express her position in disguise. In fact, to put it bluntly, it was just like the wedding invitation back then. She wanted to The monkey came to pick her up but refused to tell her."

Qingxin still looked at Nezha expressionlessly.

"Do you understand what I mean?" Nezha stretched out his hand to gesture and said eagerly: "We'd better not get involved in this matter. If we can let Sister Yang Chan come out, why does the second brother still trap her? That's him My dear sister! It’s for her own good to trap her! If you get entangled with that monkey, you will be shattered to pieces at any time!”

"What if I have to do this?"

"Then I will report it! Let His Majesty intervene in this matter!"

Qingxin pushed Nezha aside, reached out to take Chenxiang away from Liu Yanchang's arms, grabbed the hairpin placed on the table, turned around and walked out.

"Stop!"

With a scolding, Qingxin stopped.

"Don't think that I don't dare to report it! Anyway, I didn't get involved in this matter. Your Majesty certainly doesn't dare to do anything to the second brother, let alone Sister Yang Chan! If it gets too big, it will be all nonsense in the Lingxiao Palace. That’s it!”

Qingxin scratched Chenxiang's little nose with the hairpin in her hand, and laughed softly: "Chenxiang, my sister will take you to another place to cultivate immortality and become a god, okay?"

Chen Xiang looked at Qing Xin longingly and said, "Do you want... to leave here?"

"Of course, how do you cultivate immortality in this place?"

"Then can Chenxiang come back to see dad and grandma?"

"Of course you can. You've finished your studies. You can come back whenever you want. Even gods can fly into the sky, understand?" As she said this, Qingxin made a flying gesture with her hand holding the hairpin.

Chen Xiang nodded cautiously.

"Then... Chenxiang wants to say goodbye to dad and grandma..."

"Go." Qingxin bowed and put down the agarwood.

"Your Majesty, I have my own explanation, so you don't need to worry about it. Also." When he looked up at Nezha again, Qingxin's expression changed, and he said to Nezha word by word: "Since the Third Holy Mother misses him Come and pick him up, then I will definitely let him pick him up in person." (To be continued~^~)

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