The Monkey King

Yang Chan's eyes suddenly narrowed and she looked at the monkey and then at the peaches on the table.

"Give me both?" she asked tentatively, with some doubts in her eyes.

"Of course, can this be false? Just think of it as me thanking you for working hard for Huaguo Mountain for so many years." The monkey bowed and handed over his hands in a serious manner: "The Monkey King thanked the Holy Mother of Huaguo Mountain on behalf of the monsters of Huaguo Mountain. ”

Yang Chan smiled sweetly.

She put down the broom in her hand and cast a spell to remove all the dust on her body. She walked towards the monkey step by step, pursed her lips and said with a smile: "You have some conscience."

It's been almost half a year, but she hasn't given Monkey a good look. Although he never neglected his work, the cold look always made the monkey feel uncomfortable.

This smile immediately made him feel relieved. This should be considered the weather has cleared up after the rain.

Monkey pretended to be stupid and said blankly: "What you said makes it sound like I have no conscience."

"Have you?" Yang Chan's eyes narrowed again, but this time with a smile.

"No?"

"Have it?"

"Okay, I have no conscience. Whatever you say will do." Monkey shrugged, sat down on the chair, with a look of helplessness on his face, and stopped arguing with her.

Sitting next to the monkey, Yang Chan glanced at the monkey and asked again: "Then you really want to give them both to me?"

The monkey nodded heavily.

"Then can I just put it away?"

"How many times do you want to ask?" Monkey became a little impatient and stood up and said, "I'm still busy. Let's go first."

She asked this question over and over again... The key is that Monkey knew what she wanted to ask, and her heart kept getting empty.

He hurriedly walked out of the door as if he was running away. He turned around and saw Yang Chan through the window lattice, holding her chin and looking at the flat peaches on the table quietly, and his heart palpitated slightly.

"Is this really good?" He couldn't help but think.

There is nothing that can be done about it. How can Feng Ling do it without Pan Tao? The next time I get it, I don’t know if it will be in the Year of the Monkey or the Horse. If he wants to give his flat peaches to Feng Chi, Yang Chan must use the money from Master Yuding to appease him. Otherwise, if something goes wrong before the war begins, who can bear it?

He so comforted himself. Turn around and leave in a hurry.

After the monkey left. Yang Chan was still staring at the flat peach quietly, her eyes surrounded by long eyelashes looking particularly bright in the light coming from outside the room.

She reached out and scratched the fine fuzz on the peach, and said with a smile: "Yang Chan, Yang Chan, you are really difficult to raise."

She didn't say this herself. It was a joke made by Yang Xian, the fourth goat spirit of the Seven Sages of Meishan. But he got to the point.

Thousand-year enlightenment path to the realm of divine refining. This is probably one of the few in the Three Realms?

In fact, enlightenment is a profession that becomes more popular as you get older, normally speaking. The thousand-year-old enlightened person said that even if you have not reached the realm of transformation into gods, it is not difficult to get a job in heaven where you can eat peaches. With her ability, it is even more popular.

But unfortunately, she is Yang Chan.

If they were in the mortal world, the relationship between the niece and uncle should be very close, but that was heaven.

In heaven, Sifan violated the laws of heaven and committed a heinous crime. Yaoji Sifan broke the rules of nature and gave birth to two brothers and sisters. From the beginning, it was decided that the two brothers and sisters had bad backgrounds. Over the past thousand years, not to mention the death of their parents, the unfair treatment they have suffered has abounded.

First, the two children searched thousands of miles for the immortal master. Because they knew their identities, the immortals who usually interacted with my mother closed their doors one by one.

But there is always a road ahead, and they finally got through it. God left them a jade cauldron with an open net. They knelt in front of the jade cauldron for seven days and seven nights, and they finally got over it.

Then comes the Battle of the Gods. This was originally a matter of teaching, but because Yuanshi Tianzun wanted to betray the Jade Emperor, he was suppressed and ignored many times during the war. At the end, the first achievement was only to seal the god of water in the river, and he was not even allowed to go to heaven.

It's just a matter of drinking water from the river, so naturally the Peach Club has no part in it. Yang Jian didn't care. With his cultivation, there was no need to worry about longevity for thousands of years without the flat peach and ginseng fruit. But what about Yang Chan?

At that time, Yang Jian went crazy looking for fights all over the world in order to save his mother. Yang Chan did not dare to tell him that her life was about to end, so that when Yang Jian found out, there were only a few months left.

Yang Jian knew about this, and Tianting, who controlled the book of life and death, naturally knew about it too. Just because of this incident, the Peach Blossom Party was postponed, and the Peach Blossom Garden was surrounded like a copper wall. It seemed that everyone was waiting for Yang Chan to die, which would solve the Jade Emperor's worries.

But they failed in the end.

Yang Jian went to ask Zhen Yuanzi. For that ginseng fruit, Yang Jian agreed to do something for Zhen Yuanzi.

Yang Chan still doesn't know what happened. I just remember clearly that that day, when Yang Jian came back, he was almost dying, covered in blood, and holding the ginseng fruit he asked for in his hand.

Yang Chan didn't dare to think about being able to injure Yang Jian into such an opponent.

She could only cry silently and silently take care of her brother, who depended on her for life.

The goat spirit Yang Xian laughed at her: "Yang Chan, Yang Chan, you are really difficult to raise."

Brother Yang Jian also joked that if he couldn't find someone who could support him, he would have to stay by his side for the rest of his life.

It is indeed difficult to grow. Every three hundred years or so, you need a flat peach or ginseng fruit. The person who can afford it must be able to get the peaches or ginseng fruits despite the Jade Emperor's obstruction. He must be a person that the Jade Emperor hates but has no choice but to do anything about.

Of course, the most important thing is that the person must be willing to take on this responsibility.

"Will he be that person?" Yang Chan thought.

There are really few people like this in this world, but I didn’t expect that besides Yang Jian, there are still some.

Looking at the two flat peaches, Yang Chan couldn't help but smile.

The monkey doesn't know that whether it's a flat peach or a ginseng fruit, you can only eat one at a time, and any more is actually a waste.

But Yang Chan just didn't want to tell him. Yang Chan just wanted two and wouldn't leave any of them to others.

"This time, I will reward you for your merits after the battle. Will he bring me another one?" She thought happily: "How about I wait until I gather three and eat them? But then the extra two will be Who are you sending it to?"

Every girl has a pink dream, even if she is Yang Chan or the Three Holy Mothers, she is no exception.

…

In the empty study room, the afterglow of the setting sun slanted in from the window, reflecting everything into a warm color.

The monkey sat at the table blankly, frowning and staring at the remaining flat peach.

"Would it be too much if I did this? Is it possible? Is it possible?"

"Actually, I didn't do anything, right? I just changed things."

"No, I didn't even change things. I just didn't make it clear whether the extra one given to her was mine or Master Yuding's."

"Actually, the peaches are all the same. It doesn't matter whose they belong to. Are you right?"

"No, no, no, no. The one given to Yang Chan is mine!"

"..."

"This doesn't seem right. In short, I just gave one more flat peach. As for whose it originally belonged to, I don't know! That's right. That's it! The flat peaches are all the same. Who can tell them apart?"

He kept asking and answering questions to himself. My scalp was almost bleeding from scratching, but I still felt extremely uneasy.

I shouldn't have thought about such a small trick in the first place...

When the last ray of sunlight disappeared on the horizon, the wind chime opened the door and walked in. Quietly holding the fire folding book, he held all the lights in the room.

The monkey covered his face and let out a long yawn: "I don't use lights. You can see them anyway, so why waste those candles? You'll have to ask people to go out and get them later. We don't produce candles here."

"Why don't you put so much?"

After lighting up most of the lamp, the wind chime put away the fire stick and walked around to the monkey.

The monkey stretched his waist and said: "It looks good. Actually, I brought it back just for decoration, but you order it every day. What a waste of money..."

"Do you still care about whether you look good or not? If you really care, take the time to straighten your appearance." Feng Chime chuckled.

"You also think I'm ugly?" Monkey squinted and looked over.

Feng Ling's face suddenly turned red: "That...that's not the case either."

To be honest, from a human perspective, the monkey's appearance is really "ordinary", and even Yang Chan thinks so. But I don’t know why, but I don’t feel it when it falls into Feng Ling’s eyes, and I even feel that it looks pretty good. This is such a magical thing that sometimes the wind chime wonders if there is something wrong with its aesthetic sense.

Seeing this, the monkey grinned and said: "Anyway, it's you who are looking at it, not me. Why should I worry so blindly?"

The wind chime snorted and reached out to push the monkey's head: "You are so unreasonable."

After the push, I realized something was wrong and quickly retracted my hand, suddenly feeling embarrassed.

If you are in the Xianyue Sanxing Cave, let alone pushing the monkey's head, hitting him with a whisk is a common thing. But today is different from the past, he is now a king. Now standing in front of the monkey, Feng Ling always feels so small, as small as a grain of sand.

Seeing Xiao Nizi's embarrassment, Monkey pouted and suddenly had the urge to tease her. But when the words came to his lips, he shrank back.

It's better not to do this kind of thing at the moment.

After thinking about it, he casually grabbed the flat peach and stuffed it into the wind chime and said, "Hey, this is for you."

"I have it too?"

"Yeah, I don't need it anyway, so I'll give this to you."

"But." Feng Ling asked hesitantly: "Didn't you already give yours to Sister Yang Chan?"

"The one given to her was returned by Master Yuding."

Wait, how did Feng Chime know that I sent two to Yang Chan?

The monkey's expression suddenly froze.

Feng Chime held the flat peach and nodded silently: "So that's it, but they all said that you gave yours to Sister Yang Chan."

"them"?

Does that mean it has been spread to everyone?

The monkey is ready to die.

You can't be clever. If Yang Chan knew that Master Yuding had retreated, what would it be like?

Thinking about it, he couldn't help but shudder, stood up and said, "I'm going out for a while." (To be continued...)