"Alas, we did join Chaotian Pavilion originally, but Wubu Continent was lost, Chaotian Pavilion mobilized masters to protect Nanbu Continent, and Poor Dao didn't want to see his homeland wantonly humiliated by the demons outside the sky, so I asked to resign and stick to this place. ”

Yang Jian nodded lightly when he heard this, and didn't say anything.

In fact, Chaotian Pavilion can't be blamed for being ruthless in this matter, abandoning most of the world's defenses and displaying the main forces on the frontal battle situation.

You can't blame these Taoists for ignoring the overall situation and only caring about their own personal feelings......

There are two sides to everything, and it's hard to be perfect.

Yang Jian was just about to speak, but the monkey on the side spit out a vague word 'roll', and then dragged the body of the goat demon and walked slowly towards the distant mountain.

These overhauls were suddenly a little embarrassed, but they could only make a gesture to the monkey's back.

How many strange people and strange people are in the wilderness? It is not surprising that such an unsociable power is not human.

"A few Daoist friends, let's go back, and appease the monks here," Yang Jian turned into a sword immortal Zhengse said, "Just remember, if you can't hold this place, try to preserve your strength and protect the next big array." The saints and countless people with lofty ideals are confronting the army under the command of the strongest, and the counterattack is imminent, so please don't give up hope. ”

"Good. ”

Hearing what Daoist friends said, my heart felt a lot easier. ”

These people glanced at each other and said to this sword immortal again.

Yang Jian returned the salute, glanced at the monkey, and flew to the edge of the sky in the clouds.

His body was in shape for a while, and the mysterious qi enveloped him, causing his body to disappear into the divine consciousness of the monks, and then he cast seventy-two transformations to become a flying bird, and turned back, following the monkey from afar.

There was no fluctuation in the Sea of Dao Rules, indicating that there was no big war at this time, Yang Jian had a golden body avenue to rely on, and the Chaos Sea came and went freely.

As long as you don't reveal your whereabouts, you don't have to worry about anything else.

The monkey dragged the figure of the demon resurrection all the way to the mountain, and the goat old demon had already dried up his blood, and it was estimated that the monkey was going to use it as a stockpile.

It seems that he deliberately hid his original self and let himself live according to his instincts.

But if he could really close his Dao heart, why would he go to help the monks here?

Thinking of this, Yang Jian couldn't help but have some pictures in his heart: it was a hundred moonlit nights on Lingtai Mountain, and the little monkey wearing a wide robe followed behind him, shaking his head and reciting scriptures......

"After all, I can't see you go on like this. ”

The bird that Yang Jian turned into whispered, and the monkey looked up at him vigilantly, but his fiery eyes couldn't see through the seventy-two changes performed by Yang Jian, who was now in the realm of a saint.

The monkey pursed his lips, stroked the blood from the corner of his mouth, and continued to drag the goat's body forward.

After walking like this for most of the day, when the moon and stars were scarce, the monkey finally walked into a mountain forest, came to the stream, and lay down there to pour a few mouthfuls of clear water.

Then it sat there leaning against the trunk of the tree, motionless, with a little tiredness and a little confusion, staring at the stars beside the treetops.

This starry sky, this bright moon, and the sun star that still rises in the east and sets in the west can be regarded as proof that the Heavenly Dao is not dead.

In fact, it is not only this monkey who is confused, most of the monks of the Honghuang have been asking themselves and others during this time, where should they go......

The monkey was stunned for a while, and the spirit bird that Yang Jian turned into also stayed on the branch on the side for a while.

But in the end, there is not much time to squander like this now, Yang Jian thought for a while, remembering that he had also seen the Great Dream Divine Power given by Master Xuandu, and after a little pondering at this time, he tried to use it.

I don't know when a little smoke appeared in the forest, a wisp of smoke and dust drifted by, Sun Wukong looked at a certain place in the forest with some confusion, and then tilted his head a little puzzled.

At first he didn't pay much attention to it, but when he suddenly felt a little thirsty, he got up and stumbled to the stream.

He was suddenly stunned.

The reflection of himself in the stream, wearing the familiar Taoist robe that was much larger than himself, wearing an octagonal Taoist hat on his head, and the monkey face full of golden short hair was still a little immature and curious.

"Oh?"

Sun Wukong couldn't help but be stunned, raised his hand to keep the action of scooping water, and there was a little doubt in his eyes.

'Wukong, you came here again to be lazy, and your teacher asked you to meditate in the mountains, why did you escape here?'

With a soft call, the monkey's body trembled a few times, and he hurriedly turned his head to look, but saw that the forest had become the most familiar scenery for him.

In the back mountain of Lingtai Mountain, there is also a stream that flows like this.

A Taoist sat under a tree, unable to see his face clearly.

"Master......"

Sun Wukong muttered, then got up and stumbled towards the figure, and was afraid that he would shatter this dream, his legs were weak, and he knelt down three feet away from the figure.

"Master...... Is that you, Master?"

'Idiot, who are you if you're not a teacher?'

Sun Wukong's somewhat chapped lips trembled up and down, and then he let out a long sigh, sitting there just looking at the figure under the tree.

It was as if he had woken up from a nightmare dream, and he had already concluded that he was in a dream, after all, these situations, these conversations, were extremely vivid in his memory.

Since leaving Lingtai Mountain, especially the five hundred years that have been pressed under Wuzhi Mountain, what I think about day and night and am haunted by my dreams is just the happy life in Huaguo Mountain, and the children in Fangcun Mountain.

'Wukong, how is the seventy-two changes doing?'

"Master, the apprentice is already familiar with the tricks. ”

'Beware of arrogance and rashness, this is just a superficial supernatural power, don't be complacent and get carried away. ’

"Yes, Master......"

The tip of Sun Wukong's nose was sore, and he knelt in the dream and raised his head, so that he would not cry.

Suddenly, someone patted him on the shoulder twice, and the surrounding dreams were rapidly retreating, Sun Wukong was a little anxious to fix his surroundings, but in the dream, he couldn't exert any magical powers, he could only watch the surrounding night pass like water, and watch the old Taoist figure under the tree whose face was not clear turn into smoke and dissipate.

When I opened my eyes, I didn't realize that my eyes were a little blurry, and I couldn't stop crying in my sleep.

When the fiery eyes saw the figure standing in front of him clearly, Sun Wukong was suddenly a little annoyed, jumped up and grabbed the man's collar and raised his fist to hit.

What appeared in front of him was the sword immortal he had seen before......

Sun Wukong's fierce face was revealed, and this sword immortal frowned slightly.

"Disturb your grandpa grandpa, I have a good dream!

Yang Jian chuckled secretly, but the transformed Sword Immortal looked at Sun Wukong with a serious face, and his face was a little puzzled.

"Why is this the case?"

"Hmph!" Sun Wukong's fist didn't really go down, but just retreated the sword immortal, and he wasn't unreasonable.

"If you just disturb the dream of Daoyou, the poor Dao will apologize here. ”

Sun Wukong ignored him and sat straight back under the original tree, with a little annoyance in his eyes, and returned to his original state.

The 'Sword Immortal' smiled: "Daoyou, is the Monkey King who turned the Heavenly Court upside down back then?"

Sun Wukong didn't speak, but just didn't exist when the person next to him didn't exist.

The 'Sword Immortal' smiled, but he was not angry, and took a futon and sat next to Sun Wukong, who frowned slightly, but did not avoid it directly.

"Why did Daoyou stay here, not to fight with the demons outside the heavens, and then raise the majesty of the Monkey King?"

Sun Wukong was a little silent.

On the side, the 'Sword Immortal' arched his hand and said: "Poor Dao is outspoken, Poor Dao was originally assigned by the sage, searching for people with lofty ideals everywhere, and uniting to resist the envoy of the strongest evil demon outside the heavens. It has not been a day since a few saints asked me to find a Taoist friend, and today I finally met it by luck, and I asked the Taoist friend to go back with me. ”

"Saint, demon?" Sun Wukong sneered, "I'm not interested." ”

"This ...... Do you have no compassion for the spirits of the desolate wilderness, and you have no sympathy for the monks of the desolate wilderness?"

The monkey was silent for a while, just sitting there blankly, as if he didn't want to deal with this 'sword fairy'.

Yang Jian was also patient, and continued to talk to Sun Wukong about some big truths, so that Sun Wukong's brows were furrowed, and Yang Jian's mouth was dry, and Sun Wukong never communicated with him.

Finally, Yang Jian decided to change his approach.

"It's really tiring to convince Daoyou," Sword Immortal sneered.

Knowing this, he did more things in Sun Wukong's dream just now, and let the 'Bodhi Ancestor' directly tell Sun Wukong why he was ahead, and he didn't have to be like this now.

All the time, Yang Jian wants Sun Wukong to figure out how to go next, so that Sun Wukong's heart can be strong and he will not 'drop the chain' at a critical juncture.

Yang Jian casually took a pot of immortal wine, poured it directly into the wine jug, and then sighed softly.

"This immortal brew is almost finished, and it's time to go back to Nanzhou to find more. By the way, didn't Daoyou ever drink the immortal brew of the Queen Mother of Guangyaochi? Taste it, how does this wine compare with the Queen Mother?"

Sun Wukong pouted, but he didn't resist.

It's also because this 'Sword Immortal' just talked about it for a long time, and he is a little familiar with Sun Wukong.

I saw Sun Wukong take the wine jug, raise his head and pour a sip, then smack his lips, and began to drink the wine jug.

"Hey, my immortal wine!"

"My grandson will compensate you in the future!

This fairy pot is also a magic weapon, and the wine in it actually has the capacity of a tank, Sun Wukong raised his head and poured it for a while, and he couldn't help but burp.

Yang Jian sighed softly beside him.

He is a master, an opponent, and a friend of wine and meat......

If Sun Wukong can't become a saint in the future, I'm really sorry for his hard work.