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.“ You've grown up and don't need me anymore, so I'm sad. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 For the first time, Liang Gong showed a lost expression in front of Ma Liang, and smiled in a low voice: "But people will always grow up, and you are no longer the little child who needs me to take shelter." ”

Ma Liang looked at Liang Chengcheng's appearance, suddenly understood what was going to happen, and shook his head uneasily: "Brother justice, stay, I will make you a national teacher, as long as you nod, I can give you the whole world." ”

Under the moonlight, Liang Cheng shook his head slowly, and his figure became more and more ethereal, like a wisp of diffuse smoke was about to disappear.

"I'm sorry, I have something to do, besides, how can I rob you of your things?" He raised his hand one last time and patted Ma Liang on the shoulder: "Don't be sad, since you don't want the moonlight treasure box, then change it to a gift, although it may make you very headed."

……”

In the silence, Liang Cheng slowly turned around and walked towards the moonlight, slowly dissipating: "Goodbye, Ma Liang." ”

Ma Liang stood in place, stubbornly refusing to say his last goodbye, and the palm stretched out in front of him finally fell weakly.

After a long time, the voice of loneliness and fear sounded.

"Goodbye, Brother Justice."

The silent and empty world slowly dissipated, and Ma Liang's throat finally made a choking sound, and in the re-lit candle flame, he slowly lowered his head, his shoulders trembled, and water droplets fell to the ground silently.

"Stand down." He kept his voice calm: "I want to be quiet. ”

The guards who had just woken up from a dream retreated respectfully into the distance, and only the last person to leave glanced back with some uneasiness.

As if hallucinating, he heard the man who owned the world crying.

Soon, he dispelled such illusions, and bowed his head respectfully and silently.

Because. The emperor will not cry.

No one knew that the reason for the tears was that the person who could condone the emperor to cry had already left.

Not coming back.

In the Huā Fruit Mountain, which has been restored to its former luxuriation, Sun Wukong's body is surrounded by a group of naughty children

Monkeys hung full.

They grab the Monkey King's tail and hang it around his neck, or grab the hair on the top of his head, playing carefree.

"You monkey kids, be serious!" Sun Wukong tried hard to blow his beard and stare at him, but there was no satisfactory effect on him, and the little monkey made even more trouble.

In the end, even Monkey King could only smile helplessly, twist into a ball with the little bastards, and tell them who the real Monkey King is.

It wasn't until a long time later that he gently plucked the little monkey on top of his head that still had the energy to mess around, and said in a low voice: "Lao Sun is leaving, but I really can't bear you little cubs." ”

"After I'm gone, I must not fall into the name of my Monkey King, do you understand?"

A group of little monkeys looked at him ignorantly, and then they scuffled with their comrades again, rolling into a ball.

Sure enough, they still don't understand.

"Forget it, I didn't say it." Sun Wukong scratched his head sadly: "It's really a bunch of splashes, I don't even listen to Lao Sun's words." ”

Beside him, a small monkey crouched quietly beside him pulled his hair and looked up at him, squeaking in his throat.

Carefully picking up the little monkey that had just been born, Sun Wukong suddenly laughed: "It seems that there are still people who understand." ”

Squeak, squeak, the little monkey waved its paws and barked.

"You want a name too?" Sun Wukong was stunned: "But I don't know how to choose a name." ”

The little monkey cried out in disappointment and curled up in a ball.

The monkey scratched his chin with a distressed expression, and finally saw the watch on his wrist, clicked on it with great joy, and connected to Bai Shuo: "I said, do you know how to name it?" ，

"A name?" Bai Shuo, who was flipping through the Heavenly Court's forbidden map in the Heavenly Court's library pavilion, raised his head in confusion and asked, "Who did you name it?" ”

"Of course it's my monkey monkey grandson" Sun Wukong put the little monkey on his head and showed it to Bai Shuo opposite: "Can you help make a grand one?" ”

"Eh" Bai Shuo was also stunned there, taking the name of this thing. I really don't.

Liang Chengcheng in the corner of "Monkey King" suddenly made a sound.

These days, he is not in a good mood, and every day he faces the Hun Douluo in the red and white machine,

Super Mario competed, and said a seemingly strange name without raising his head at the moment.

Bai Shuo, who was racking his brains and wanted to get dizzy, nodded subconsciously: "Well, this name is good, it's called Sun Wu..............., slow!" What's it called!? ”

"So be it." The monkey hung up the communication the moment before Bai Shuo reacted,

Laughing and picking up the little monkey in his hand: "Sun Gohan, you will be called Sun Gohan!" ”

"It's similar to my name, but you have to fight for me!" Sun Wukong knocked on the small

Monkey's head: "Do you understand?" ”

After receiving an affirmative answer, Sun Wukong hung the Monkey King rice in his hand back on the branch, lifted the golden hoop stick beside him, and left with a laugh.

On his way down to Huā Fruit Mountain, he passed by the place where he had slept in, and the fruits that had been piled up there had disappeared with the passage of time.

There was a peach tree growing luxuriantly, and its branches were covered with bright red peaches.

Sun Wukong picked the peach on the branch, took a bite, and smiled with remembrance: "This time it's sweet." ”

"Goodbye." He waved at the peach tree and faded away, disappearing at the end of the road.

Bidding farewell to the master, goodbye to the senior brother, goodbye to those mischievous little monkeys, Sun Wukong once again became the monkey who no longer had any concern, and embarked on the journey again.

A long, long time later, perhaps many years later, some people still remember that glorious era.

Brilliant in every way of incredible changes and innovations, that man truly fulfilled the promise he made when he ascended the throne and changed the whole world in his own hands twenty years later.

That prosperous era of auspiciousness from the sky and the rise of the four seas has left all kinds of legends for future generations.

Among those legends: there are nine sè deer holding Ganoderma lucidum to the king who has worked hard, there are scholars who meet again with smiling white-clothed girls in the smoke and rain of méngméng on the shore of the West Lake, and there are also embarrassed scholars who stay in Lanruo Temple......

It was also that year that someone came to Chang'an from the broken leaves outside the plug, wearing a long sword that seemed to be purely used for decoration, chanting intoxicating poems, and singing about wine.

"The Son of Heaven can't get on the boat, Ziyunyu is a fairy in wine."

Known as the "Immortal Man", the poet only stayed in the bustling and noisy Chang'an City for a short period of time.

Faced with the reward of the Son of Heaven, he only took a car and a boat, and drifted away.

Once too white, the current Shixian finally realized his wish to wait for a thousand years, and walked with a smile of expectation on this land that no longer needs to be guarded by himself.

After all, he was worthy of the man who had led the Heavenly Court forward for thousands of years, and perhaps he would raise his glass to Mingyue when he was drunk, and withdraw a thin glass of wine for the person who had long since died.

"Your Majesty, in this world, let me take a good look at it for you!"!.