Chapter 64: The Wind Rises (2)

Back then, fate was also constantly driving the monkey, burdened, depressed, step by step, the monkey in the dream, what he saw was that the monsters all over the ground were bullied by the heavenly soldiers, and even by the bull demon king, who was also a monster.

Life is not life, it is mustard!

In the dream, when the old white ape died, he handed over the demons behind him to the monkey. For the survival of the monsters behind him, the monkey's past was to lead the demon to fight with the demon, and then fight with the heavenly soldiers and generals after winning the fight.

In the end, for the survival of the demon, the monkey went to heaven to become a god, and became the Monkey King, the fairy world did not allow him, for the sake of Huaguo Mountain, for the brothers and sisters of the demon clan behind him, he entered the Buddha realm, but he fell for the Buddha, and lost his memory and identity.

It can be basically seen from here that the monkey is a monkey with affection and righteousness, and affection and righteousness have fulfilled the monkey's heavenly way, but also become the weakness of the monkey.

For the desperate demons and people who love, the cruel world and the desperate struggle, no matter how much suffering for the ideal is worth it, the promise that can be paid for it...... It's strange that I actually saw so much in a web novel that my parents have been disparaging.

Moreover, this impression is much deeper than being taught by a teacher.

It's truly wonderful and substantial, and it deserves my respect in every way.

I saw that there was a big contrast in the book review area, many people liked it, and there were also many people who scolded it.

Indeed, this book is not much public, on the contrary, in this context where most people read online novels to relax, the faint pathos and depression in the retrograde of the avenue may be a burden, and it is difficult to relax and see the characters who should be invincible being abused to die and live, and it is impossible not to be scolded.

But I want to ask: who can write such an unforgettable and true mythological story like the Seven Great Ones? Who can constantly update in order to ensure quality? Who can describe every character and conceptual noun seamlessly?

Seventha is a good author, and Journey to the West is also a good book. Just like the introduction that I unconsciously burst into tears after reading it: angry, sad and crazy, whether it is a human or a ghost or a monster, and later, there is a demon debt in my heart.

There are always some people in this world who are brave, fearless, stubborn, even paranoid, uninhibited, proud, and arrogant. Even when it comes to desperate situations, they will not compromise.

I'd rather die than lose.

Maybe on all kinds of lists, the reputation of the Great Dao retrograde is not high, but he will still stubbornly go on, just as after nine hundred and eighty-one difficulties, he will finally achieve positive results, and time will eventually show his greatness.

Because he is a precedent, a stubborn pioneer.

Maybe he will have shortcomings, but he is still what we love deeply, and we are willing to pay for our monthly tickets one after another, reward again and again, and recommend them again and again.

At least in my heart, he is a work of God, and there is no one.

――To "Journey to the West: Retrograde" amp; amp; Seventh dimension

At the beginning, it can be seen that the person who wrote the book review is still a student, but he is very careful in his choice of words and sentences, and he also admires this book.

Bai An's eyes flashed, and he was a little moved.

Every detail of the book is carefully read, which is a matter of great satisfaction for every author.

What's more, it is the first time for Bai An to face such a sincere compliment so intuitively, it has nothing to do with your identity and appearance, and the person opposite doesn't even know who you are, which is purely heartwarming.

At least, he can see from this boast that the people and demons in his books have souls.

And the soul sleeps peacefully in a book, which is the most beautiful temptation of writing.

Zhou Zuoren said: "Drink tea under the paper window of the tiled house, clear spring green tea, use elegant ceramic tea sets, drink with two or three people, get half a day of leisure, can be worth ten years of dust dreams." ”

Bai An is a tile on the top of his head, there is no paper window in front of him, but he leans on a rhyme railing, the tea is green, the water is clear, and the tea set is also very elegant, but, he turned the phone back to the original layout, found the moderator's avatar, left a thank you, and praised the arrangement.

Then, he went to "Huaguo Mountain" and said hello.

The group was silent for a second.

Then, all the people present swiped the screen with great joy and enthusiasm.

He lowered his eyelashes and smiled.

Even if he is the only one in this corner, there are more than two or three friends who drink together at this time.

After staying here for half an afternoon, Bai An took a picture of the scenery against the city wall in the distance and spread it to the group.

"I'm now under the palace walls of the capital, and I'm going to take a trip to the long street of Houhai. ”

In the group, the readers in the capital suddenly boiled.

Near the station, in the Nanjia Hotel where Bai An stayed last night, the young man in black clothes and black pants sat lazily at the head of the bed, one leg down, hanging on the edge of the bed, he brushed his mobile phone hand, paused, and his cold and untamed face showed some surprise.

I was just idle and had nothing to do, and on a whim I added the book friend group of the online novel "Journey to the West: Retrograde", and immediately learned that the author happened to be in the same city as himself, and it was not far away.

Really, it couldn't be more coincidental......

But it doesn't seem to be anything, maybe it's bitter and sweet? Thinking of the fucking experience in a hotel in Jiangnan, Yi Cheng's face twisted a little, and when he looked at his phone again, he was not surprised at all.

The world is so big that there are no surprises.

Feeling a little irritable and thirsty, he picked up the beer can resting on the bedside table and took a sip, as if he were a drunken drinker.

After thinking about it, he picked up his backpack, filled it with two cans of wine, brought his room card and cash, held the unfinished cans in one hand, and copied his pocket in the other, and went out in a dashing manner.

He is very familiar with the boundaries of the capital.

After all, this city is the home where he has lived for fifteen years.

In addition to snacks, Houhai is a bar, Yicheng likes wine, has mixed with the promenade frame, and is a natural prodigal, so the bar can naturally be a home. He threw the finished can in his hand, and with a "clang" sound, it hit the trash can two meters away.

So, Yi Cheng put this hand in his pocket, just copied his hands, and walked leisurely to the bus stop.

Going to that place, seems like a good note?

The young man still had a cold face, and the ink-colored jade plate was hung with a silver chain, hanging on his chest, swaying with his slightly swaying walking posture, only familiar people looked out, this person, is not in a bad mood now.

And in the distance, Bai An, who is also walking on the road, is slightly surprised, on the map of the capital, there is no glaze factory, no Wangfujing, but it is unique and the earth is in the same state of Houhai.

A gathering place for bars and literary youth, a street intertwined with the prodigal and the old.

He hooked the corners of his mouth and pressed the brim of his cap, did not wear a mask, and held a skewer of snacks in his other hand, eating as he walked.

It was at this time that Bai Andu accurately maintained an aristocratic demeanor, but the snacks drizzled with chili oil on the bamboo skewers in his hands, the strange appearance of black and autumn, and the painting style formed between the two... Gee......

It's a little strange.