Yang Jian's life simulation of the heavens

Chapter 22 You 022 Chapter [-] You are a scholar since ancient times!
Wanku Mountain.

Yang Jian and the others drove the cloud, and they had already arrived at the location. The third Meishan and the others were about to go down, but they felt someone kicked him violently from behind.

"What are you doing……"

The third son of Meishan turned his head, but saw the fourth son of Meishan pushing forward. The third son looked forward, but saw that the second master was stepping on the head of the cloud at this time, looking through the cloud below. There is no plan to go down for the time being.

Immediately, Meishan's youngest also stopped, and they all floated above the clouds.

Mei Shan's third child also looked down, and muttered in his mouth, "What are you looking at!"

……

below.

The so-called Wanku Mountain is really not just a name, there are many mountains, and in the mountains, there are countless caves with nine twists and eighteen bends inside. If ordinary people go in, they may be trapped in it for a lifetime.

At this time, a few people gathered at the entrance of Wanku Mountain, and the atmosphere didn't look very harmonious.

"Chen Xiang, what are you talking about, you want to live in seclusion? Are you kidding me!"

The young man in brocade robe was a little emotional, rushed to Chen Xiang, glared at him and said, "You are telling us to live in seclusion now? What are you thinking in your heart? Do you know that we have betrayed our family now?" , against Heaven, my sister was killed by that Erlang God because of you, and now you tell me that you want to live in seclusion in the mountains and forests, and don't care about world affairs?"

Forced by the former, Chen Xiang couldn't help but take a step back, lowered her head slightly, and said with a guilty conscience: "Eight Prince, I also have my own difficulties..."

"You fart!"

Before he finished speaking, he was interrupted by the eighth prince in brocade robe, and said angrily: "Your problem is a problem, don't we?"

The eighth prince looked a little annoyed, and said, "Okay, let's say you are living in seclusion now, so who will avenge my sister's revenge? Marshal Tianpeng has lied to Buddhism many times for you, and the holy Buddha, who worked so hard I have taught you how to practice martial arts, and now others are still in a coma, so you want to leave now?"

Chen Xiang argued: "Nagging, I will go to the South China Sea to ask Bodhisattva to save him!"

"what about me?"

The eighth prince of Donghai pointed to his nose and asked: "You live in seclusion in the mountains and forests, you don't hear anything outside the window, what about me? You teach me how to deal with myself? Yes, there is also the third prince, who is willing to risk being killed for you. The risk of being hunted down by the Heavenly Court, you just walked away now?"

"I……"

A series of questions made Chen Xiang unable to answer for a moment, looked at the little fox beside him, opened his mouth and was speechless.

At this time, a small figure in front also came over, with a Qiankun circle around his neck, holding a long red silk in his hand, and a red spear tied on his back. Nezha, the god of altar and sea.

"Chen Xiang, I also want to know, what exactly are you thinking?"

Nezha's delicate brows were slightly frowned. He was called by Chen Xiang before, and he thought he had something to ask for help, but he didn't expect to talk about it.

Chen Xiang looked over and explained: "Nezha, you should be able to understand my difficulties. Now that the Heavenly Court is so powerful, I can't fight against it at all. I can't beat Erlang God alone, let alone there are so many immortals. god!"

"Besides, I'm too tired during this time. Is it really useful to work hard knowing that there will be no results?"

At the end of Chen Xiang's speech, she suddenly raised her voice, then squatted down and put her head in her hands, looking very painful.

The little fox comforted in a low voice beside him.

With Chen Xiang's appearance, it's hard for the rest of the people to say anything. Nezha looked at him, and he was inevitably a little disappointed. He thought in his heart, if it was Brother Yang, he would definitely not be so depressed.

Back then, Big Brother Yang faced much more challenges than these. When he was enshrining the gods, the children of the Taoist ancestors and ancient gods in the later stage ended up laughing at Big Brother Yang's background. Brother Yang attacked outrageously and killed a few of them directly.

Because of this, many people dare not openly laugh at him, and if he kills the boy, the ancient god will naturally not follow him, but even so, Brother Yang still does his own thing, standing proudly, letting you take revenge.

And back then, when Brother Yang was saving his mother, because the Jade Emperor was playing tricks, he finally sent ten golden crows to kill his mother. Brother Yang failed to save his mother, so he was furious, and shot him to death with a bow and an arrow. The nine golden crows and the youngest ten princes of the golden crow, if not for the Jade Emperor, would have been shot to death by brother Yang.

Of course, he didn't see this scene with his own eyes. This was what his master chatted with him in his spare time. Every time he talked about it, Nezha could hear the feeling of emotion and admiration from the master's mouth.

There are many, many more, what he saw with his own eyes, and what he heard from other people. No matter how you say it, Brother Yang walked all the way back then, it was a thorny road, and the road was bumpy. Nezha sighed inwardly.

The gap is really too big!
You can't even stand such a setback, Chen Xiang, you are so far away from Brother Yang!
But now, he has no way out, and Nezha asked again: "Don't you plan to save San Shengmu?"

"I……"

Chen Xiang raised her head, muttered for a long time, and finally said: "I met my mother before, she said that she is fine inside, and there is no danger of her life. After all, Erlang God is my mother's brother, and he will definitely not kill him!"

"you!"

Nezha also had a surge of anger in his heart at this time, and wanted to vent it out, but in the end he just sighed hard and said, "Hey! Forget it!"

"Speaking of it, this is all about your own business, Liu Chenxiang. I am nosy, so you can do whatever you like!"

Nezha suddenly lost his interest. Faced with the situation where he was full of fighting spirit, but the person concerned chose to give up, he had no way out.

……

The conversation on the ground came to Yang Jian's ears clearly, and Yang Jian only felt pain in his chest.

Chen Xiang, Chen Xiang, what kind of bastards are you talking about!

Now so many people are tied to the same chariot as you, but now you choose to escape, without considering others at all, are you really so naive, haven't you grown up yet?

And your mother, now you say that if you don't save it, you won't save it, so what is it that I have been planning for so long?
You Liu Chenxiang, how can you be so ruthless?
"Liu Yanchang!"

Yang Jian suddenly thought of that ruthless and ungrateful scholar, what did you teach your children, loyalty, filial piety, etiquette and shame, but you learned some messy things!
"Damn it!"

Yang Jian can't wait to find Liu Yanchang right now, poke a hundred and eighty guns on him, and have been a scholar since ancient times. If you are an old man, that's all you need to do. Why do you still teach your children such nonsense?

"Go! Go down!"

Yang Jian was angry in his heart, but he didn't show it on his face. He bent down first, followed by Xiaotiangou, Meishan Laosan and others behind him.

……

On the ground, the eighth prince was about to persuade Chen Xiang again, but at this moment, he felt a cloud churning in the sky, and suddenly, several figures appeared in front of him.

And seeing the people coming, whether it is Chen Xiang or Ba Taizi and the others, their complexions suddenly changed, and they said in amazement:
"Erlang God?!"

(End of this chapter)