Yang Chan's eyes narrowed to a slit, and he looked at the monkey, and then at the peach on the table.

   "Give me both?" she asked tentatively, with a little doubt in her eyes.

"Of course, this can be fake? It's just me thanking you for your hard work for Huaguo Mountain for so many years." The monkey bowed his hands seriously: "The Monkey King has thanked the Huashan Virgin for the demons of Huaguo Mountain. already."

  Yang Chan smiled sweetly.

   put down the broom in her hand and cast a spell to remove all the ashes from her body. She walked towards the monkey step by step, pursed her lips and smiled: "You have a conscience."

   It has been almost half a year, and she has never given the monkey a good look. Although the work in his hand has never been neglected, the icy cold look always makes the monkey feel uncomfortable.

   Now this smile made him heave a sigh of relief. It should have been rainy and sunny.

  Monkey pretended to be stupid and said: "You are right, as if I usually have no conscience."

   "Do you have any?" Yang Chan's eyes narrowed again, only this time with a smile.

   "No?"

"Have it?"

   "Okay, I have no conscience. Do what you say." The monkey shrugged and sat down on the chair with a helpless expression, and stopped arguing with her.

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

  Monkey nodded heavily.

   "Then can I put it away?"

   "How many times do you want to ask?" The monkey got a little impatient, stood up and said, "I still have something to do. Let's go first."

   This is asked over and over again... The point is that the monkey knew what she wanted to ask, and his heart kept emptying.

   hurriedly walked out of the door as if escaping. He turned around and saw Yang Chan holding his cheeks quietly watching the peach on the table through the window lattice, and his heart was even more palpitated.

   "Is it really good to do this?" he couldn't help thinking.

   This is also a no-brainer, how can the wind chimes be broken without a peach? The next time I get it, I don’t know if it will be the year of the monkey and the month of the horse. If you want to give her peaches to the wind chimes, Yang Chan must use the full amount of Yu Ding Zhenren to appease, or else there will be an accident before the war, who can stand it?

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

  The monkey is gone. Yang Chan was still staring at the peach, her eyes surrounded by long eyelashes looked particularly bright in the light that penetrated outside the house.

   reached out and scratched the fine fluff on the peach. She smiled and said, "Yang Chan, ah Yang Chan, you are really hard to care for."

   This sentence was not her own. It was a joke by Yang Xian, the spirit of the Seven Sages of Meishan and the Four Goats. But to the point.

  Thousand-year-old enlightened Taoist realm. In the Three Realms, I am afraid there are only a handful of them?

   Actually, the Tao of Enlightenment is a profession that gets more and more popular as you get older, normally speaking. A thousand-year-old enlightened person said that even if he didn’t get into the spirit-transforming realm, it’s actually not difficult to get a job in the heavenly court where there are peaches to eat. With her ability, it is even more of a matter.

   But, she is Yang Chan.

  In the mortal world, the relationship between niece and uncle should be very close, but that is heaven.

   In the heavenly court, Sifan has committed the law of heaven, which is a heinous crime. Yaoji Sifan violated the law and gave birth to two brothers and sisters. From the beginning, it was decided that the two brothers and sisters were not born from the right. In the past thousand years, not to mention the death of the parents, the unfair treatment they both suffered, it is everywhere.

   First, the two children searched thousands of miles for the immortal master. Because they knew their identities, the immortal elders who communicated with their mothers on weekdays closed their doors one by one.

   But there is no way out, they finally got through it. God left them a jade cauldron with one side open, and they knelt in front of the jade cauldron for seven days and seven nights, and they finally survived.

   Then came the Battle of the Gods. This was originally a matter of teaching, but because Yuanshi Tianzun wanted to sell the Jade Emperor's face, he was suppressed many times during the war, not to mention. At the end, the first merit was only a water **** of Guanjiangkou, and he couldn't even go to heaven.

   The water **** of Guanjiangkou in the district, the Pantao Club will naturally have no part in it. It doesn't matter if Yang Jian is, with his cultivation base, there is no pan peach ginseng fruit, and there is no need to worry about the problem of Shouyuan for thousands of years. But what about Yang Chan?

  At that time, in order to save his mother, Yang Jian went crazy all over the world to fight and fight. Yang Chan was even more afraid to tell him about the end of his life, so when Yang Jian found out, there were only a few months left.

   Yang Jian knew about this, and so did Tianting, who mastered the book of life and death. Just because of this, the Pantao Club can be postponed, and the Pantao Garden is surrounded like a copper wall. It seems that everyone is waiting for her Yang Chan to die, and the Jade Emperor's mind is resolved.

   But they were not able to do so after all.

  Yang Jian went to ask Zhen Yuanzi. For that ginseng fruit, Yang Jian promised to help Zhen Yuanzi to do something.

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

  Can hurt Yang Jian into such an opponent, Yang Chan didn't dare to think.

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

   Yang Xian, the goat spirit, laughed at her: "Yang Chan, ah Yang Chan, you are really hard to raise."

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

  It is really difficult to raise. Every three hundred years, you must have a peach or ginseng fruit. The person who can afford it must have the ability to get pan peach or ginseng fruit under the obstruction of the Jade Emperor.

   Of course, the most important thing is that this person must also take up this responsibility willingly.

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

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

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

  The monkeys don’t know that whether it’s a peach or a ginseng fruit, you can only eat one at a time. Too much is actually a waste.

   But Yang Chan just didn't want to tell him that Yang Chan just wanted two, and left none of them for the others.

"This time, after the battle, will he send me another one?" She thought happily: "Or, I'll wait for three to eat? But there will be two more at that time. Who are you going to send?"

  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 warm colors.

  Monkey sat blankly at the table, frowning and staring at the only remaining peach.

   "I do this, will it be a bit too much? Will it? Will it?"

   "Actually, I didn't do anything? Right? I just stole it for a while."

   "No, I didn't even make a buck. I just didn't make it clear whether the one given to her was mine or the real person Yuding."

   "Actually, peach is the same. What does it matter who's it is? Are you right?"

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

  “…”

   "It doesn't seem right. Anyway, I just gave one more peach. As for who it was originally, I don't know! Yes. That's it! The peach is the same. Who can tell the difference."

   He kept asking and answering himself. His scalp was almost bleeding, but he still felt uneasy.

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

  When the last ray of sunlight disappeared from the horizon, the wind chimes pushed the door and walked in. He quietly took the fire book and turned all the lights in the room on his palm.

  The monkey covered his face and gave a long yawn: "I don't need any lights, so I can see them anyway. Why waste those candles? We have to let people go out to get them. We don't produce candles here."

   "Why don't you put so much?"

   lit most of the lights, and the wind chimes put away the fire box and went around the monkey.

  Monkey stretched his waist and said, "It looks good, but I actually brought it back for decoration, but you order it every day. You're a loser..."

   "Do you still care whether it looks good or not? If you really care, take the time to tidy up your appearance." Feng Chi giggled.

   "You think I'm ugly too?" The monkey squinted and looked over.

  Wind Chime's face turned red: "That...that's not it."

  To be honest, from a human point of view, the monkey's appearance is really "ordinary", even Yang Chan thinks so. But I don't know why, but I don't feel it when it falls into the eyes of Feng Chi, and even feels that it looks good. This is such a magical thing that sometimes the wind chimes wonder if there is something wrong with their aesthetics.

   Seeing this, the monkey grinned and said, "It's you who are watching, not me, why am I worrying."

  The wind chimes hummed, and reached out to push the monkey's head: "You, you are just a lot of delusions."

   It was only after I pushed it that I realized that it was wrong, so I hurriedly retracted my hand, feeling embarrassed.

  If it is in the Xieyue Sanxingdong, let alone pushing the monkey's head, it is a common thing to beat him with a whisk. But today is different from the past, he is now a king. Standing in front of the monkey now, the wind chimes always feel so small, as small as a grain of sand.

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

   For now, it is better to do less of this.

   After thinking about it, he grabbed the peach and stuffed it into the wind chimes: "Hey, this is for you."

"I have that too?"

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

   "But." Fengling asked hesitantly, "Didn't you already give yours to Sister Yang Chan?"

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

  Wait, how did the wind chimes know that I sent two to Yang Chan?

  Monkey's expression suddenly stiffened.

  The wind chimes held the peach and nodded silently: "So that's the case, but they all said that you gave yours to Sister Yang Chan too."

"them"?

   That is to say, it has already spread to the public, right?

  The monkey has the heart to die.

   Xiaoqing can't be fooled. Looking back, if Yang Chan knew that Master Yuding had retreated, what would the scene be like?

  Thinking, he couldn't help shivering, got up and said, "I'll go out for a while." (To be continued..)