The scene was very harmonious, and Long Zhenjun walked very peacefully.

More than 100,000 heavenly soldiers and generals besieged him, and before he could finish speaking, he was beaten to death by Nezha with three heads and six arms.

The Three Holy Mothers and Agarwood, the situation is very complicated now, although they slapped the Jade Emperor in the face, they were rescued rashly.

But Agarwood now has Buddhism and Nuwa Palace to rely on, and Li Jing, Nezha and others can't do anything with them for the time being.

100,000 heavenly soldiers and heavenly generals came with a shocking momentum, but they only heard a few words of pretending to be forced by Long Zhenjun's clone, and after being killed, they had to fight back and forth where they were lacking interest.

The matter of the Three Holy Mother, they have to go to the upper realm to inform the Jade Emperor before they can deal with it again.

And during this time, the Agarwood family can be reunited.

One day in the sky and one year in the ground is enough for the Three Virgins and Agarwood to ask for help everywhere and no longer be shackled by the so-called heavenly rules.

Even if he defeated the Buddha and Nuwa Palace, Erlang God Yang Jian would not sit idly by again, and his sister would be ruthlessly suppressed again before she got out of trouble.

And the Buddha's uncle, the golden-winged Dapeng bird, didn't want to care about these things, he looked at Long Zhenjun's doppelganger with a falcon, and was violently beaten to death by Nezha.

Then he looked at Zhu Bajie, who seemed to be indignant, but was actually absent-minded, and said gloomily: "Pure altar messenger, since you have seen Ao Qing, why don't you take him down directly?" ”

Zhu Bajie was extremely innocent, and said: "Ao Qing is too powerful, he is running too fast, I'm not afraid of startling the snake, so that the Buddha Uncle who has the speed of the Three Realms will come to arrest him, is it a little more certain." ”

"Huh."

The Golden-winged Dapeng Bird sneered and said, "Pure Altar Messenger, Marshal Tianpeng, the pig is incompetent, you are really good." ”

Zhu Bajie Tian was shameless, honest and ashamed and said: "Uncle Buddha praised it falsely, in fact, the old pig is not so good, everything is just a matter of duty, but if Uncle Buddha wants to praise one or two, the old pig is not unacceptable." ”

Wow!

With a wave of his hand, the golden-winged Dapeng bird brushed out a golden light and swept Zhu Bajie out for dozens of miles.

He said coldly: "I have long seen that you are not pleasing to the eye, and next time, every year in the Mid-Autumn Festival, you will go to the Moon Palace to Guanghan and spend the incense wishing power, so don't think about it secretly." ”

With that, he flapped his wings and flew high, disappearing in the blink of an eye.

Zhu Bajie looked gloomy, but he was not really angry, he patted his body, stood up, and muttered: "Damn, Dead Dragon!" Damn it, dead birds! The dragon and phoenix clans have come to this situation, and if they are pitiful, there must be something hateful!

Bad luck! It's so unlucky!

Uncle Buddha, my uncle, your uncle!

Ao Qing, my day your grandmother! ”

In the distance, the Three Madonnas covered their mouths and chuckled.

Zhu Bajie glared and said, "What are you laughing at?" Lao Zhu is a pure altar messenger, and Uncle Buddha made a move, unscathed! Five-five-open! What's so funny? ”

The Third Holy Mother smiled undiminishedly and said, "Marshal Tianpeng, it still hasn't changed, or rather, you have changed and changed, but the original heart has never changed." ”

Zhu Bajie pouted, and said: "The old pig doesn't understand, you people with big roots, you just don't speak the same, the old pig knows every word, and when they are connected together, they are confused when they hear it, and they are gone, these things, the old pig can see through it, and I can't afford to provoke it, can't I hide it!" ”

As he spoke, he turned and left.

The Third Lady behind her thought for a moment and said, "Marshal Tianpeng, thank you for taking care of Xiang'er all the way. ”

Zhu Bajie didn't wave his hand back, and said: "The matter of the dead monkey, I have to get the old pig involved, what can I do, he will fight to death with the three eyes, and I don't care what happens to the old pig." ”

The Third Holy Mother stopped chuckling this time, and said with a slight straight face: "No matter what, our family will remember your kindness, by the way, Marshal Tianpeng, do you have anything to say that you want me to take to the Moon Palace?" ”

Zhu Bajie turned into a streamer, ran fast, didn't say a word, and disappeared into the sky.

Agarwood looked at her mother and said, "Mother, the messenger of the Pure Altar, do you have anyone who wants to reunite?" What does Uncle Buddha mean by the Mid-Autumn Festival, incense wishing power? ”

The Three Holy Mothers looked at the Guanghan Palace in the infinite distance of the sky, and said: "Who knows, that is the story of Marshal Tianpeng, there are too many difficult things in the world, take care of the present, cherish the reunion, Xiang'er." ”

"Yes! However, except for the Pure Altar Messenger, I was still a little worried about the Qingtian Great Sage, but I didn't expect that in the Three Realms, there was no place for him to stand, Buddhism and Heavenly Court were chasing and killing him, and now even Yang Jian was inseparable from him. ”

"At least he's very happy, I can't see his fear, Qingtian Great Sage, formerly known as Ao Qing, Ao Qing, bears the pain of the race, this is his choice, fate, and inevitable end, remember the kindness, don't mess with it anymore, Xiang'er, you have given him the god axe, and you don't owe him anything anymore, you know?"

"Oh, don't worry, mother, for the sake of our family, Agarwood will not make mistakes again and get into trouble rashly."

"Well, actually your uncle is a good man......"

"He's not my uncle!"

“……”

Suzhou.

West lake.

The two green and white snakes, and a scholar named Xu Xian, boated on the West Lake.

Xiaoqing sat on the bow of the boat, her feet were plucking the waves, and in the canopy, Xu Xian and the White Lady talked happily.

"Alas!"

Xiaoqing sighed and looked sad.

Inside the canopy, Xu Xian's eyes were soft, he looked at the white lady, and said, "Miss Suzhen, why do I look at Xiaoqing with such a sad face every day, do you have anything on your mind?" ”

The white lady smiled helplessly and said, "She is thinking about someone, but there are some things that are difficult to have both after all." ”

"Humph!"

Xiao Qing on the bow of the boat snorted and said, "Yes, I miss someone, but I'm not like someone, I can forget everything when I turn my head and talk about poetry and painting with others!" ”

Xu Xian is notoriously stunned, he can't hear Xiaoqing's meaning, or rather, he can't imagine that the white lady in front of him, who coexists with intellectuality and gentleness, would be with Xiaoqing, who had indulged in love with someone day and night, singing every night.

In his eyes, the White Lady is a flawless, knowledgeable and poetic woman.

Xu Xian sighed and smiled, and said: "Xiaoqing, my Baozhi Hall is about to open, if there is a chance, I will prepare for you to be entangled and soft, if you really care about a certain son, I and Miss Suzhen, help you find him." ”

Xiaoqing said coldly: "How can you help?" You don't understand anything at all! And you, you and your little shepherd boy, get married, have children, and share the prosperity! It doesn't matter what I do, you don't care anyway! ”

"Xiaoqing!"

The white lady raised her eyebrows and said, "You know the situation, I have also heard, the Three Realms are looking for him, you don't think about tea day and night, don't think about food, practice laziness, what's the use?" ”

Xiaoqing said: "Yes, it's useless, but it's better than some people, I found the little shepherd boy, beat away the old monk, and I'm about to become Mrs. Baozhitang, I'm really happy." ”

After saying that, he lowered his face again and said, "But I don't want to think about who helped you become an immortal, who made you able to beat away the old monk, and who gave you today!" ”

Xu Xian was confused when he heard it, and he didn't dare to speak casually.

However, when I heard the sentence "I am about to become Mrs. Baozhitang", I couldn't hide a smile on my face.

He loves the White Lady, or rather, such a perfect White Lady, no one can not love.

Bai Suzhen suppressed her anger and said, "How could I have forgotten? I'm not like you who hang everything on your face and wrap it in your heart, but in fact it's all useless, whether it's cultivation or repaying kindness, it's not all for the sake of one day...... What are you crying about? ”

Bai Suzhen frowned, she was about to teach her sister a lesson, but she saw Xiaoqing looking into the distance and burst into tears.

She thought that she had stimulated Xiaoqing, and was about to say something to comfort her.

But Xiaoqing threw two high-grade peaches and half a gourd pill at her, and said, "Yes, not everyone is like you, there are always people who hang certain things on their faces and keep them in their hearts!" ”

After that, I jumped into the West Lake and dived nowhere to be seen.

"Little green girl!"

Xu Xian was shocked and was about to go out of the warehouse to find Xiaoqing's traces, but the water surface was empty.

Bai Suzhen looked at the two high-grade immortal peaches and the elixir of half a gourd in front of her, and was stunned.

Has he been here?

Just now?

Xiaoqing's hands were empty, but he suddenly held a fairy peach in his hand.

Xiaoqing cried, what did he say to Xiaoqing?

But why don't you look for yourself, did I make him sad?

I have some concerns, I can't work hard, I can't ignore the kindness of the little shepherd boy, and I can't make trouble for my master......

Does it make him unwilling to be concerned with him anymore?

The white lady had a complicated mood and was difficult to suppress, and even ignored Xu Xian, who was in a hurry at the bow of the boat and wanted to salvage the little green girl.

She held her heart in her hands, and suddenly felt that something was cracking, and tears stained her breasts, and finally she couldn't help herself.

She didn't cry and make a fuss, she just put the purple gold gourd in her hand on her cheek, and there was still residual warmth on it.

But this kind of temperature can only be used to remember, after all, it can't burn all obstacles, so that the former teenager, standing here, still smiling, just like that day, stretched out his hand to provoke his own plain makeup, calling a lady is really white, white lady, white lady, called the demon saint, marrying a lady, life is happy, but that.

This wordless and silent "meeting", I don't know if it's a farewell.

The Three Realms are looking for him, the immortals want to kill him, the Buddha wants to suppress him, the Dragon Clan of the Four Seas does not dare to recognize him, but he has never forgotten his old feelings, and he wants to risk death to send the things he has obtained by risking death to the side of the demon queen.

How many things have happened in ancient times, they have all paid tears.