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  Chapter 658 It's been so long, do you still hold grudges?

   "Wait a minute, wait a minute, we are all our own people, how can we start a fight?"

Marshal Tianpeng had seen Zhou Ji's strength more than a thousand years ago. Although Brother Hou was proud of his past "havoc in the Heavenly Palace", his real strength was that even Yang Jian couldn't do anything about it, let alone Zhou Ji who had been in seclusion for many years ?

  Seeing that Brother Hou even showed his golden cudgel, Marshal of the Canopy should be called Bajie, and Bajie hurriedly squeezed between the two of them, urging Brother Hou to put away his weapon.

  Out of the corner of his eye, he noticed Wujing standing aside stupidly, Bajie hurriedly winked at him, and his eyes kept signaling: 'Don't be dumbfounded, help persuade! '

Wu Jing was stupid when he was the Rolling Curtain General in the sky, and he has made a little bit of progress in a thousand years, but he suddenly came to his senses after realizing it, and took two steps forward to persuade the big brother to stop , and because he was stupid and didn't know what to say, he turned on the repeater mode all day long, "Second senior brother is right, we are all on our own, how can we start fighting when we talk?"

  Brother Meishan also came forward to persuade the fight.

  Sun Wukong cultivated a pair of golden eyes in the alchemy furnace of Taishang Laojun. In fact, he recognized Xiaoyu as a fox demon at first sight. How could a human casual cultivator who has not entered the immortal way and the Holy Mother of Huashan conferred by the heavenly court give birth to a fox?

  Sun Wukong has a rebellious character. Thinking back to the time when he kicked over the alchemy furnace and entered the Yaochi, even the Jade Emperor and Queen Mother almost died under his stick. How majestic was that?

But Yang Chan, who arrived in time, ran around like a dog holding a lotus lantern. Finally, Yang Chan suddenly stopped and stopped chasing him. Before he could turn around to see what was going on, he ran headlong into Buddha The palm of his hand fell to the bottom of the valley in a blink of an eye, and was pressed under the Five Elements Mountain for more than five hundred years. Until now, he was trapped by the golden hoop on his head and could not be free.

  In the final analysis, it was just because I suffered a big loss at the beginning, and met with cynicism and ridicule.

  Zhou Ji also knows that facing this kind of arrogant guy from the bottom of his heart, the more the people next to him try to persuade him to fight, the more he will look down on him. Only by showing the corresponding strength can he gain his approval.

Zhou Ji smiled indifferently, looked at Sun Wukong and said, "I've heard about the great sage's reputation for a long time, but unfortunately I haven't learned it. As the saying goes, 'If you don't fight, you don't know each other'. Since I met you today, you might as well learn a few tricks to let me experience the ability to make troubles in the Heavenly Palace. "

   "Hey~ My old grandson has this intention!"

  Sun Wukong has long been curious about this casual cultivator of the human race who even Yang Jian and Yang Chan call him 'big brother'.

Yang Chan had the Lotus Lantern close by and couldn't beat him. With his arrogance, he couldn't hold down his figure and bullied an ignorant little fox girl. It happened that there was a human casual cultivator who hadn't entered the immortal way and the San Shengmu accompanied him, so he could try it. Try how much this 'big brother' weighs.

Sun Wukong looked around, scratched the back of his hand, imitated Yang Chan's tone, waved his hands and said with a smile: "We still have to eat here later, it's a pity if it breaks, Brother Zhou, do you dare to follow me?" A fight outside?"

   "Brother Zhou"

  Yang Chan heard Sun Wukong's intentionally emphatic address, even though she knew that the hozen's words were ugly, she still felt a little angry.

  Zhou Ji raised his hand to block Yang Chan, shook his head slightly at her, looked at Monkey King and said, "Why bother, it will end soon anyway, and the surrounding buildings will not be damaged."

  Zhou Ji's calmness made Sun Wukong arouse his fighting spirit, and he picked up the golden cudgel in his hand, "My old grandson never takes advantage of others' danger, let's use our weapons!"

"Weapon?" Zhou Ji raised his right hand and opened it slightly, glanced at the three sword patterns of Zhu Xian, Jue Xian, and Trapped Immortal lit up in the square formation, and said with a dumb smile: "Just the palm of your hand is enough, the Great Sage doesn't have to Worry."

  Monkey King found out that Zhou Ji still dared to laugh out loud, a nameless anger welled up in his heart, he shook his arms, shook Bajie Wujing away, smashed the golden cudgel into stone bricks with a loud bang, and stuck it on the ground.

  Sun Wukong raised his head slightly, and said arrogantly: "Since you don't use weapons, then I don't use weapons either, just fight!"

   "I advise the Great Sage to pick up the golden cudgel." Zhou Ji shook his head, and slowly stretched out his right palm to grab Monkey King. The faint voice came to Monkey King's ears through the suddenly still air in the courtyard.

   "Otherwise, there is no chance."

When Zhou Ji stretched out his right palm, Sun Wukong felt something wrong in the dark. It was the fear that was imprinted in the deepest part of his soul and blood. Seeing that his right palm was getting bigger and bigger until it occupied his sight, it was like The despair of being in the palm of the Tathagata Buddha came to my heart again.

  It was a kind of despair brought about by the absolute power that could not be resisted. It was just a moment.

   Zhou Ji has been in seclusion for thousands of years, and the splitting palm has long been integrated into his perception of opening up the world, from the initial "splitting" to the path of "opening the sky".

  Combined with the coercion of the square diagram, Zhou Ji's palm seemed to be understated. In fact, except for Zhu Xian's four swords and diamond axe, he had already reached the limit of what he can do now.

  When Zhou Ji withdrew his palm, the infinitely extended moment in Sun Wukong's perception finally ended. Only then did he reflexively reach out to grab the golden cudgel stuck beside him.

However, Sun Wukong clearly remembered that he was holding the golden cudgel in his hand, but he grabbed it empty. Looking again, Bajie Wujing and Zhou Ji Yangchan were far away in the middle of the courtyard ten feet away, but he was leaning closely against the Yang Mansion. on the wall, as if pasted on it.

  Because Zhou Ji locked the coercion of the square array on Monkey King alone, in the eyes of everyone, as soon as Zhou Ji raised his hand, Monkey King disappeared, leaving only a golden cudgel stuck in place.

  Ba Jie, who was closest to Monkey King, felt a blur in front of his eyes, looked in the direction Zhou Ji was facing, and couldn't help being surprised: "Brother Monkey? Why are you running to the wall?"

   "It's nothing." Sun Wukong pulled out his arm, and with some broken bricks, he detached from the wall. Looking back, a human-shaped outline was slightly extruded on the wall.

  The corners of Sun Wukong's eyes twitched, recalling what happened just now, in a trance, Zhou Ji's palm was constantly enlarged in front of his eyes, as if he felt that his soul was rapidly collapsing and annihilated along with the King Kong Immortal Body, and was about to fall into endless darkness.

A palm slapped on his shoulder, Monkey King frowned and woke up suddenly, and Zhu Bajie's helpless voice came from his ear, "Brother Monkey, you clearly agreed to learn from each other. There is a monkey mark squeezed out of the wall, so you have to pay for it?"

  ‘Brother Kang, please go back and find some bricklayers to help repair the wall.’

  'By the way, there are also these smashed floor tiles on the ground'

Sun Wukong looked at Zhou Ji who was chatting and laughing with everyone from a distance, looked down at his palm covered with wall dust, immediately put out the thought of challenging again, rubbed the plaster on Bajie's body, and walked towards the platform with a smile past.

"Hey~! This is the new clothes I just put on." Bajie stretched out his sleeves, looked at the lines of plaster printed on it, and muttered resentfully: "Is it easy for me? For this banquet Can save the face of Marshal Canopy, save money and spend more than half a year to find someone to make new clothes, this is not~ all for you, this **** Bi Mawen got dirty."

   Bajie ran to help the elder brother with sharp eyesight, but Wu Jing still stayed beside Brother Meishan and Zhou Ji, listening to what they said.

  Noticing that senior brother pulled out the golden cudgel and put it in his ear, Wu Jing asked subconsciously: "Don't fight anymore? Senior brother, why did you put away the golden cudgel?"

  Everyone looked at Sun Wukong in unison. Not only did Bajie think that he had just retreated to the corner to gather energy for a run-up, but even the Meishan brothers, Yang Chan, and Wujing thought so too.

  Sun Wukong suddenly felt his face was burning hot, waved his hand awkwardly, and said impatiently: "No more fights~"

   After finishing speaking, looking at Yang Chan next to him, Sun Wukong clasped his fists and made a bow and said, "Third Holy Mother, just now my old grandson spoke freely and had no intention of offending, so I will apologize to you here."

  A pure and lovely pretty face protruded from behind Yang Chan, Xiaoyu blinked and looked at the hozen in front of her, suddenly realized something, widened her eyes and said: "I remembered, you are Monkey King!"

"Little girl, have you ever heard of my grandson?" Sun Wukong got used to it, and when he saw Xiaoyu recognized him, he proudly showed off, "That's right, I am Qi Tian who made a big fuss in the Heavenly Palace five hundred years ago." Great Sage Sun Wukong!"

  Unexpectedly, Xiaoyu grabbed Yang Chan's sleeve and shook it, and pointed at Sun Wukong with the other finger: "Sister Yang, he was the one who injured grandma!"

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   One wave of ups and downs, another wave of ups and downs, Sun Wukong's proud expression froze on his face, he lowered his head to look at the little fox lady in front of him, scared Xiaoyu shrank behind Yang Chan.

  Sun Wukong scratched the back of his hand, remembering that he had wounded a fox demon in Pingdingshan a few years ago, and suddenly said: "Grandma? Are you the granddaughter of that old fox demon?"

   Zhou Ji and Yang Chan realized that this kind of thing would happen before they came back.

   Even though Zhou Ji has practiced for thousands of years, he still retains his original heart and humanity.

   Killing is fine, but cannibalism is absolutely not!

   This is the bottom line, and it is also his position as a human race.

   Regardless of whether Tang Sanzang was a Buddhist in his previous life, but in this life, he is a human race, and Grandma Fox is not greedy enough to eat human flesh. Even if he is beaten to death by Monkey King, Zhou Ji will not regret it.

  Zhou Ji gave Yang Chan a look, Yang Chan nodded slightly, and took Xiaoyu aside to explain patiently.

  Grandma Fox has been injured for several years. Miss Fox also told Xiaoyu the reason for her injury, and warned her with a serious face that in the future, no matter what the reason is, she must never eat people.

  Once she eats people, neither Mother nor Sister Yang nor Uncle Zhou will ever forgive her.

   That was the second time Xiaoyu saw her mother so serious and serious since she was sensible.

  Hearing Yang Chan's earnest explanation again, the hatred that Grandma Fox instilled in Xiaoyu in private gradually disappeared invisible.

Zhou Ji withdrew his eyes from the two girls, looked at Sun Wukong and Bajie Wujing, who were a little nervous, and comforted him with a smile: "Grandma Fox is thinking that she shouldn't be. Being hurt by the Great Sage is her doom. I grew up in the mountains, innocent, pure and kind, and I don’t have a clear understanding of good and evil, so don’t worry about it.”

   While speaking, Yang Jian put down his cloud head and came from outside the door.

  Yang Jian saw so many people in the courtyard, he immediately smiled and cupped his hands and said, "I'm sorry, everyone has come from a long way to welcome you, so I kept you waiting for a long time."

  Everyone greeted each other one after another, and Xiaoyu followed her mother's instructions and apologized to Yang Jian and his wife.

  Everyone has arrived, Cun Xin ordered his servants to prepare the food and drink, held Xiao Yu's hand and sat down with Yang Chan to talk some heartfelt words.

  Hearing that Cun Xin met Humei, Xiaoyu showed a pure and lovely sweet smile, and asked expectantly: "Can Aunt Cun Xin tell me about my mother's past?"

Cun Xin recalled the time when he used to manage Ruo Shui, and recalled: "I was in Huashan camp with your mother, she was in charge of sorting out the information from the aquariums in the four seas, and I was in charge of contacting various places. So many years have passed, I didn't expect Xiao Yuer has grown so big."

   The food and wine were served quickly, and it was rare for so many people to gather together in the Yang Mansion. You talked and laughed endlessly.

  Two streamers from the sky fell outside the door, and a childish voice sounded from outside the door.

   "Wow? It's so lively~! Why didn't you notify me when you got together to drink and eat meat?"

As soon as the words fell, a petite and lovely figure with two cups pierced into the sky ran over on short legs, grabbed the wine glass in Zhou Ji's hand, stuck out his tongue at him provocatively, and drank it down with his head raised. I still don't forget to exhale with a "ha~".

   "It's been so long, you still hold grudges~?"

  Looking at little Nezha's triumphant expression, Zhou Ji shook his head helplessly, and moved to the side.

  Nezha was also polite, sat down directly, greeted Yang Jian brothers and sisters, Mei Shan brothers, and Cun Xin, noticed Monkey King and Bajie Wujing on the opposite side, and asked in surprise: "Didn't you become monks and you can't drink and eat meat?"

   Bajie glanced around with some guilt, coughed lightly, and said with a straight face: "Vegetarian wine. Vegetarian wine"

  Nezha looked at the grease stains on the corners of his mouth that hadn't been wiped clean, and said with a sneer, "Is the meat also vegetarian?"

   Bajie touched the corner of his mouth, and quickly explained: "This is vegetable oil squeezed out of cauliflower by Zhou Zhenren. It's not meaty~!"

  Nezha looked at Zhou Ji suspiciously, Zhou Ji said with a smile: "This is indeed the oil squeezed from the cauliflower. As for whether it is meat or not."

   "Not counting! Not counting~!"

   Zhou Ji was interrupted by Bajie before he finished speaking.

All the way, eating and sleeping in the open, finally able to have a good meal, Bajie was afraid that Nezha would ask more questions, so he hurriedly said: "Hey~ Look at you, it's fine if you come uninvited, why are you still asking questions? Third Junior Brother, you Say yes?"

  Wujing swallowed the 'vegetarian wine' before he finished chewing, his chest puffed up, and he hiccupped: "Hi~Second senior brother is right."

   "If you don't ask, don't ask~"

Nezha rolled his eyes at the two of them, and looked at Yang Jian and Cun Xin who were sitting on both sides. He always felt that something was wrong. He leaned slightly towards Zhou Ji, and his raised hair almost reached Zhou Ji's chin. Sideways give way.

   "Brother Zhou, what's the situation with Brother Yang and sister-in-law now?"

  (end of this chapter)