There was an extra mountain in the north of the South Ganbu Continent, which naturally alarmed many monks.

But in just half a day's effort, the Three Realms began to spread one after another - Monkey King overturned the gossip furnace, made a big fuss in the heavenly court, and hit all the way from the Tushi Palace to the Tongming Palace, and almost entered the Lingxiao Treasure Palace, which was suppressed by the Western Buddha himself.

For a 'demon king' who was born in the demon clan and was recognized by the heavenly court, such an achievement was 'brilliant' enough.

After all, if he is the incarnation of the introduction, Sun Wukong is equivalent to being suppressed by the saint, which is already the honor of 'ants'.

For a time, the name of the Monkey King was spreading everywhere in the Three Realms, and the demon clan was plotting how to rescue Sun Wukong, and several demon ancestors who had survived from ancient times to the present day made an appointment to go to the Wa Palace to intercede with Nuwa Niangniang.

It's a pity that Nuwa didn't see each other.

The surroundings of Wuzhi Mountain are wrapped in mist, and they cannot be approached until they are idle.

"If you come to the bald donkey, the Jade Emperor Lao'er!"

Sun Wukong's voice was a little hoarse, but he still refused to soften, he kept scolding, and the swear words he learned from the Huaguo Mountain Demon Clan were scolded by him hundreds of times.

Finally, Sun Wukong's mouth was a little dry, and he continued to bow his head in a dejected manner, looking at the ground that was close at hand, but could not be relied on at all.

Could it be that this life is going to be suppressed here?

If it is only the weight of Wuzhi Mountain, Sun Wukong feels that he can carry it directly, but the mental power of all beings wrapped around it makes the weight of Wuzhi Mountain almost infinite......

Sun Wukong was pressed and couldn't move, so he could only lie on his stomach honestly, hanging above his neck at the bottom of the cliff.

Sun Wukong couldn't help but have a strange thought in his heart......

Fortunately, I didn't mention the name of the old master to others, otherwise, I would have really discredited the master. ’

Thinking of this, Sun Wukong sighed again, and the monkey's face was somewhat frustrated.

Suddenly, feeling that something was smashed on the back of his head, Sun Wukong's vision caught a peach that 'escaped' next to his cheek, and subconsciously turned his head to bite, but it was embarrassing to bite into the air.

Smack, the back of the head was smashed again.

Sun Wukong scolded angrily at the moment: "Which one doesn't have long eyes and throws things!"

"Heh," a slightly sarcastic chuckle came from the top of Sun Wukong's head, Sun Wukong looked up, but saw a blue bird hovering in the air, with a tree branch in its mouth, and the branch was full of big peaches.

The Monkey King was already good at this, but he couldn't help but flow at the moment, and his eyes flashed, but he couldn't see through the body of the blue bird.

"They have all been reduced to prisoners, and they are still acting like this?"

The blue bird slowly fell, and when it was still a few feet from the ground, it turned into Yang Jian's appearance, and said with a chuckle to Sun Wukong.

The branch was thrown in front of the monkey, and the monkey opened his mouth to bite the branch, because he could not shake his head, and for a time he could not eat the peaches.

Yang Jian smiled: "Can't use mana?"

The monkey snorted, spat out the branch, and replied, "What's the matter with you?"

"It's really none of my business," Yang Jian sat down on the stone beside him for a long time, looking at the gray-faced monkey, and felt a little emotional in his heart.

After all, even if he is half an apprentice, he will not watch him really sink here.

"Sun Wukong, don't you remember Benjun?"

"Why don't you remember?" Sun Wukong glanced at Yang Jian, and then sneered, "The nephew of the Jade Emperor, Erlang Zhenjun in the Heavenly Court." Hmph, we heard that your allusion was a few years ago, and the Heavenly Court Immortals were in awe when they mentioned you, but I didn't expect that you are now also a lackey of the Jade Emperor!"

Yang Jian laughed in his heart, this monkey even tried to instigate him to be an enemy of Heavenly Court.

What, is it possible, this monkey wants to form an alliance with himself to overthrow the Jade Emperor?

Yang Jian pretended to be a groaning gesture and said to the monkey: "My business, it's not your turn to point fingers." You are just a demon monkey, and you can force Heaven to be so embarrassed, but you can barely be regarded as a character. ”

"But the Jade Emperor asked you to take my head?" Sun Wukong's eyes were a little provocative, "I can't help the thunder and the fire, I want to see what kind of skills you have!"

As soon as Sun Wukong's words fell, Yang Jian raised his hand and pointed at Sun Wukong.

A ray of light flashed, and Sun Wukong felt a stinging pain in his left ear, but it was the light pointed out by Yang Jian that directly pierced the earlobe.

Flesh body cultivators, especially the eight or nine Xuan Gong, the Xuan body pursues no 'dead ends', and the physical strength of the earlobes is not worse than other places.

In other words, Sun Wukong already knew that his copper skin and iron bones were nothing in front of Yang Jian.

Yang Jian sat there for a long time, with an extra jar of wine in his hand.

"Benjun came to see you today, but I thought you were pitiful and wanted to come over to help you," Yang Jian said indifferently, "You are also a good opponent." ”

Sun Wukong was silent, staring at Yang Jian, and then didn't say anything, closed his eyes to himself, and put on a look that he didn't want to talk to Yang Jian.

Yang Jian was not annoyed, but said to himself on the side: "You said that you were born and raised, and you are a unique creature in heaven and earth, and you are even more proud of it, but you don't know that all living beings are unique in heaven and earth, you are just more qualified, how can you be proud of your capital?"

"Now you don't know what a real saint is, and the one who suppressed you here today is just the incarnation of a saint. There is a sky outside the sky, there are people outside the world, Sun Wukong, when will you understand this truth?"

"You, how can you be so noisy?" Sun Wukong opened his eyes and shouted impatiently, "If I lose today, I will lose, whether you kill or suppress it, what are you doing here?"

Yang Jian looked at the wine jar in his hand and said in a low voice: "I just don't want to see you go the wrong way, if you don't listen, I won't say it." ”

After that, he put away the wine jar in his hand, and Yang Jian was about to leave.

Sun Wukong has the most typical character, Yang Jian has already figured it out back then, that is, 'eat soft but not hard'.

Sure enough, Yang Jian turned around to leave.

Sun Wukong couldn't help but shout: "That Zhenjun, you wait...... I'll be wrong if it's my grandson, what you say yours is. ”

Yang Jian laughed secretly in his heart, turned around again, and chattered at Sun Wukong for a while.

Sun Wukong could still listen to a few words at first, but he was already a little dizzy in the back, so he had to roll his eyes and let Yang Jian say something beside him.

'This Erlang Zhenjun, he is so fierce when he fights, we can't fight back. Unexpectedly, he turned out to be a good person in private. ’

Sun Wukong squinted and smiled, and unconsciously, he had already begun to be affected by Yang Jian.

Half an hour later.

"Hey, Yang Jian, let's not know each other, right?"

Sun Wukong asked, raised his head and drank the wine poured from the floating wine jar next to him, lowered his head and took a sip of the big peach, looking satisfied.

"Naturally," Yang Jian shook the wine jar that was almost drunk, and sat on the boulder on the side with a wild attitude, "I can see it in the heavenly court, one is you, the Monkey King, and the other is Nezha, the third son of King Li." ”

"That little doll's skills are not weak," Sun Wukong sighed with emotion, and Yang Jian shook his head with a chuckle beside him.

Sun Wukong suddenly asked: "Yang Jian, who is stronger than that Rulai?"

"I'm missing some who haven't been sanctified, and that's already a saint, albeit only in incarnation. ”

Sun Wukong asked again: "Then how far am I from the saint realm?"

"A lot," Yang Jian shook his head, and said in his heart that this monkey was finally set, and he began to 'popularize' the difference between the realm of quasi-saints and saints for monkeys.

When he was in Fangcun Mountain, Sun Wukong needed to think about how to live forever and how to preach Daluo, and at that time, he couldn't tell him what a quasi-saint was, and the real immortal and immortal saint realm.

Now, Yang Jian has spent so many words just to come and guide Sun Wukong.

Second lessons.

Sun Wukong was suppressed at the foot of Wuzhi Mountain, which is actually of great benefit to Sun Wukong's cultivation, and it can also allow Sun Wukong to quickly settle down and not get lost in the rapid expansion of the mana realm.

Obviously, the Buddhism side has also spent a lot of effort to study how to help Sun Wukong practice.

Of course, Buddhism is to train a gold medal fighter for himself, which is obviously different from Yang Jian's purpose.

As soon as Yang Jian spoke, he was gushing again.

There was no way, he didn't want to be a chatter, but at this time, he finally seized the opportunity, and this monkey still rarely looked humble and asked for advice, so he could only talk and write more at the moment.

Gradually, from sunset to midnight, and then to the east of the sky, the belly of the fish turned white.

The empty wine jar next to Sun Wukong's head was piled up into a hill, and the peach pits vomited all over the ground, lying there with a drunken face, still asleep.

Yang Jian sat aside, glanced at Sun Monkey a few times, and then breathed a sigh of relief.

You should have memorized what you said.

This monkey really can't be relieved once......

Standing up, Yang Jian wanted to leave directly, but suddenly thought of something.

The figure disappeared in a flash, and after a while, he caught a few mountain spirits and threw them here, and asked them to take care of the Monkey King, leaving some spirit stones, and then he fled far away.

This is the real thing, flick your sleeves away, and hide your merit and fame.

What kind of height this monkey can reach in the future depends on how the monkey himself grasps it, and what should be taught and said has been clearly explained.

As for how Sun Wukong will think of him, Erlang Zhenjun......

That's not something Yang Jian would consider.