MTL - Journey To the World of Film and Television-Chapter 629 miss

  Chapter 629 missed

   "Old lady."

  The boss of Meishan slammed the sixth child, and the sixth boy reacted, bowed his head and cupped his fists in a salute, and only received the word 'person' when he answered.

"Mother, why didn't you find a servant to accompany you, and came out by yourself?" Yang Jian tried to force a smile, feeling something was wrong, looked around and said, "It's windy outside, I'll help you back home Let's talk."

   In front of the Meishan brothers, Yao Ji would naturally give Yang Jian some face, and warmly received everyone, looking amiable and nothing unusual.

  Only Yang Jian felt that this kindness was actually the calm before the storm. Erlang God, who was not afraid of the outside world, seemed to recall the family atmosphere of "strict mother and loving father" when he was a child. At that time, he had a stubborn personality and often caused troubles outside.

  Whenever I went home with my friends, it was my mother who smiled and waved goodbye to other friends, closed the door and folded a bamboo stick to spank his ass.

   A trace of nostalgia appeared in my heart for no reason, as well as a trace of fear from deep in my memory.

  However, the father and elder brother who stood in the way of his mother and interceded for him had already died tragically in the hands of heaven; his mother had also become old since she lost her eternal life, and her body was getting worse day by day.

  Before, Yao Ji didn’t let Cun Xin wait for Yang Jian and the others at the door with her, because she didn’t want Yang Jian to get angry with Cun Xin, but for Cun Xin, it would be too impolite for her mother-in-law to hide in the house by herself.

  So I can only pace back and forth in the room, stopping from time to time to pay attention to the movement at the door.

Seeing Yang Jian helping Yao Ji enter the door, Cun Xin lowered her head and straightened her clothes, smoothed her hair, came out of the room with a smile, supported Yao Ji, looked at the crowd with great interest, and said: "Second Master, you are back How is it, how is it? Have you got rid of the monster?"

  The appearance of Cun Xin eased the weird atmosphere, and Mei Shan's sixth child felt relieved, and said triumphantly: "It's gone. If the second master goes there in person, how many monsters are enough to get rid of?"

   Cun Xin smiled and said, "That's great. I'll serve you wine to celebrate."

  Boss Meishan wanted to leave, but was stopped by Cun Xin and said: "It's hard to come here, how can you not have a drink with my second master before leaving? Right, second master? You entertain the guests, and I will help mother go back to the room."

  Yao Ji nodded with a smile and said: "What Cun Xin said is true, it is not easy for you to get rid of demons this trip, you should stay and have a meal before leaving."

  Since the elder spoke, the Meishan brothers naturally couldn't refuse.

  Yao Ji patted the back of Yang Jian's hand, and said in a gentle voice: "Come to my courtyard after work, I have something to say."

  Seeing the familiar light shining in Yao Ji's cloudy eyes, Yang Jian's heart skipped a beat, and he glanced at Cun Xin next to him, how could he not know that she must be playing tricks.

  The wine and dishes were ready soon, Cun Xin sent Yao Ji back to her room, and went to the front hall to pour wine for them.

  Hearing about the extermination of ten big monsters and hundreds of little monsters this time, her small thoughts arose again, and she tentatively asked: "How about eradicating so many monsters at once, or report to the heaven?"

  Yang Jian frowned slightly, and said in a deep voice: "Didn't I tell you last time? We are exterminating demons for the people, not for the heavens. Why should we report to him?"

  Cun Xin said disapprovingly: "But, you have made such a great contribution, you have to let Heaven know."

  Yang Jian had a faint dissatisfaction on his face, and asked, "Why do you have to let them know?"

  inch anxiously said: "Second Master, are you really willing to stay in Guanjiangkou all the time?"

  Yang Jian understands that Cun Xin wants him to "progress". Although he hasn't found the "idea" he really yearns for, the idea of ​​"official standard" like Cun Xin is by no means what he wants.

  Yang Jian put down the wine cup and remained silent.

The sixth child sneered, and said disdainfully: "Now people want to kill us all while we are asleep, and we are going to curry favor with them? Sister-in-law, you don't know yet. Tianting has stationed in Guanjiangkou, Meishan and Huashan for several times. Thousands of soldiers and horses."

   Cun Xin was stunned for a moment, as if she had figured it out again, she said more and more anxiously: "So, we should let the Heavenly Court know that we serve the Heavenly Court wholeheartedly and have no second thoughts."

   Cun Xin's idea of ​​"honesty, duty and loyalty to heaven" immediately angered Yang Jian.

  Yang Jian's face suddenly darkened.

  Big brother Yang Jiao and father Yang Tianyou both died under the order of the Jade Emperor. If Zhou Ji hadn't arrived in time, even mother Yao Ji would have been sunburned to death by the top ten golden crows.

   Such deep hatred, even if the mother let go, he will never forgive the Jade Emperor.

  Yang Jian slapped the wine cup at his hand, and said angrily: "Who wants to serve him!"

   Cun Xin was yelled at by Yang Jian, her nose turned sour, her eyes turned red, she stared at Yang Jian for a long time, then suddenly got up and left the table.

  After this uproar, the atmosphere became dignified again.

  The Meishan brothers looked at each other. They didn't want to talk too much about Yang Jian's family affairs, so they had to accompany him to finish the wine, bid farewell and returned to the forest manor outside Guanjiangkou.

Yang Jian sent Meishan brothers away, looked up at the full moon in the sky, dispersed the smell of alcohol on his body, stood in the middle of the corridor, glanced at the new house on one side, and then at the small courtyard where his mother was, sighed, and turned towards his mother. side walk.

  Yao Ji was sitting in the courtyard, she had obviously been waiting for him for a long time, and there was still hangover soup prepared for him on the table.

   "This is specially sent by Cun Xin."

  Yang Jian was taken aback when he heard the words, pursed his lips, sat down and took a sip.

  Although Yang Jian was not chased by his mother all over the yard to get his **** kicked like he was when he was a child this time, he was caught and gave a hard-hearted lecture. It was a satire that he didn't know how to go home after going out for so long? He also advised him to spend more time with Cun Xin. Running a family requires the joint efforts of both husband and wife, and it doesn't mean that you can become a good husband after getting married.

   There are many similarities between Yao Ji's preaching and Zhou Ji's previous persuasion. Yang Jian listened to some, but didn't know how to do it.

   After all, he and Cun Xin are married for the first time, so they have little experience.

  In Zhou Ji's original thinking, Yao Ji, as an "experienced person", should have resolved the backlog of conflicts between Yang Jian and Cun Xin.

  But what Zhou Ji didn't expect was that as Yao Ji felt that her life was running out, she worried that the two would make the same mistakes after she left, so she intervened more and more in the marriage of Yang Jian and Cun Xin.

  Yang Jian naturally didn't dare to have the slightest opinion on his mother, but gradually became dissatisfied with Cun Xin.

  I think that no matter what happens to Cun Xin, as long as she has a little conflict with him, she will go to her mother for support.

   A little bit of contradiction, just like this.

  Spring goes and autumn comes, flowers bloom and wither.

The peach garden in Sanshengmu Palace is full of flowers every year. Every season, pilgrims from nearby will come to enjoy the flowers. As the teenagers who play with their parents become youths, marry wives and have children, they bring their wives and children to the peach garden outside the palace. Forest flowers.

   Fifteen years have passed in a flash.

  Tianting stayed behind in Huashan, Guanjiangkou, and Meishan. Although the army changed defenses, they still kept an eye on the movement of the three places.

  Yang Jian relied on his own strength and was not afraid of this. As always, he led the Meishan brothers to surround and suppress demons. Occasionally, under the reminder of his mother, he accompanied Cun Xin and escorted her back to the West Sea to visit the Dragon King and Queen of the West Sea.

  An unnamed cave in the depths of Mount Hua.

  The condensed innate aura slowly gathered, and a vague figure loomed in the white mist.

  'Cultivation does not know the sun and the moon, and a thousand years have passed in the blink of an eye. '

  Zhou Ji slowly opened his eyes, and the abyss-like pupils slowly gathered a touch of spiritual light.

   It is not difficult to practice splitting the palm of the gods. Even if you are not a person with a "pure mind" as the real Yuding said, you can still practice normally.

During this period of time, Zhou Ji used the Qi of Primal Chaos connected by the square formation to refine the first two moves he had learned. Although he hadn't started practicing the third move yet, it was enough to split the first two moves of the Primal Chaos. It has broken away from the kung fu deduced by the real person Yuding and watched the waterfall, and has become the real palm of 'Splitting the Sky'.

  I have been in seclusion for fifteen years this time, and I don’t know what happened to the outside world. I am afraid that it will be hundreds of years before I wake up next time.

  After a short period of adjustments, Zhou Ji originally planned to continue to practice the next seven styles in the same way. He raised his eyes to look at the direction of the cave entrance, pondered for a while, disappeared as a stream of light, and appeared outside the cave in an instant.

  Facing the warm spring breeze, the long-lost warm sun reflected on Zhou Ji's face, making people feel comfortable unconsciously.

  Zhou Ji closed his eyes slightly, a faint fragrance came to his face, and when he opened his eyes, a pink petal just passed by in front of his eyes.

   "This is peach blossom?"

Zhou Ji opened his palm, and the petals fell to his palm. When he turned around and looked around, he found that there were a few more peach trees scattered on the originally desolate cliff. Some of them had thick trunks and looked luxuriant. It has been planted for more than ten years, and some are slightly slender and obviously smaller.

   Among them, there is also a small sapling that has just grown green branches and leaves. It should have been planted not long ago and has not yet grown flower buds.

  Zhou Ji glanced over, and there were exactly fifteen peach trees, large and small, obviously planted by someone.

   As for who

   Zhou Ji raised the corners of his mouth slightly, revealing a faint smile.

   Zhou Ji's figure flickered, piercing through the clouds and fog, and came to the Palace of the Three Virgins at the foot of Huashan Mountain.

  As far as I can see, the hillside outside the palace is full of peach trees, and tourists come to enjoy the flowers everywhere.

   "It seems that the peach trees outside the cave were all transplanted from your own palace?"

  Zhou Ji looked at the Taoyuan behind the palace and shook his head. With a thought, he restrained his breath and walked into the palace as an ordinary pilgrim.

  Yang Chan has been sheltering the surrounding people these years, so the palace is full of incense, and there is an endless stream of pilgrims from all over the world who come to worship the Holy Mother of God.

Pulling out three sticks of sandalwood from his sleeve, Zhou Ji wanted to make a joke with Yang Chan, but when he looked up at the graceful and magnificent statue of the Three Virgins, he suddenly found that there was only a trace of divine thought in the statue for warning. Yang Chan herself is not here.

   Zhou Ji showed doubts, turned and walked out of the hall, looking for the backyard of the palace.

  However, Yang Chan was not found after searching the entire Palace of the Three Virgins.

   Zhou Ji had no choice but to return to the main hall and look at the statue of the Three Virgins in front of him.

  Since the Divine Sense is here and Thunder Lane has not been triggered, it means that she is not in any danger now, but I don't know why she is not here, and where has she gone?

  Zhou Ji smiled and shook his head.

  That's all~ It was originally out of a sudden impulse to break through the level halfway, since I couldn't play tricks on Yang Chan, then forget it.

Zhou Ji took two steps forward, inserted the sandalwood in his hand into the incense burner, turned around and walked out of the hall. While stepping down the steps, he looked back at the statue of Yang Chan surrounded by green smoke, and turned into a ray of light rising from the ground, towards the Fly to the cliff behind the mountain.

  Shortly after Zhou Ji left, a white figure descended from the sky, walking down the mountain path with a gloomy expression. The peach forest near the mountain path was full of tourists who came for an outing.

   Looking back, a brother and sister were running and playing among the falling petals, and the parents stood under the tree with a smile on their faces, looking at their children dotingly.

Unknowingly. Yang Chan's vision became blurred. She raised her sleeves to wipe away the tears from the corners of her eyes. Yang Chan took a deep breath, brushed her sleeves and took off the sackcloth and filial piety belt on her head. A drop of tear swayed on her long eyelashes and fell , as if engulfed by the weight of gravity, Yang Chan almost failed to hold the sackcloth belt.

  Being in a trance, she herself didn't know when she would return to the palace, and she didn't pay any attention to the 100,000 heavenly soldiers lurking around Mount Hua.

  Looking up at the distant peak of Mount Hua hidden in the mist, for some reason, Yang Chan suddenly had an unprecedented impulse in her heart.

  She wants to see Brother Zhou, at this very moment, right now.

The mountain road was difficult, and Yang Chan walked in the forest with few people, step by step. Her staggering steps gradually became steady and firm. She walked faster and faster, and even forgot that she could fly directly to the cliff, tightly clutching the mourning clothes in her hand, Unknowingly ran up.

  Huashan has countless dangerous peaks, and there are cliffs everywhere, some of which are almost hopeless for ordinary people.

   Passing through the forest, a steep stone wall blocked Yang Chan's face. Looking at the almost vertical stone wall in front of her, Yang Chan subconsciously soared into the air, and just as she raised her toes, she fell down again.

  She really wanted to see Brother Zhou, at this very moment, right now.

  It was like every time when she was helpless, sad, and flustered. Brother Zhou always stood beside her, standing side by side, like a mountain supporting her.

   But she can't go!

  Thinking of Zhou Ji's calmness hidden under his nonchalant tone before going into seclusion.

  Yang Chan looked up at the towering cliff, pursed her lips, turned around with difficulty, and walked down the mountain.

  Brother Zhou has helped her too much, she can feel that this retreat is very important to Brother Zhou, no matter what happens, he can't disturb Brother Zhou.

  Yang Chan endured the grief and helplessness in her heart and returned to the foot of the mountain. She walked slowly through the pilgrims coming and going, restrained her mind, and tried to calm down her emotions. She looked up at the Temple of the Three Virgins and stepped up the steps.

  The incense burner in front of the statue had already been filled with dense incense. Just before she walked in front of the statue, a cluster of sandalwood burned out the last light of the fire, and the erected incense ash fell from it, disappearing into the ashes of the incense burner.

Sensing the prayers in these incense sticks, Yang Chan wanted to deal with them one by one, but suddenly felt that there was something strange about one strand of incense sticks. None were found.

   A ray of doubt appeared in Yang Chan's eyes.

   Is it an illusion?

  (end of this chapter)