Xuanzang stood in the corner of the room with a somewhat indifferent expression.

In the middle of the room, Yin Wenjiao and Chen Guangrui looked at each other.

Originally, Yin Wenjiao was very happy when she learned that her child was back.

Over the years, although she has no worries about food and clothing, Yin Wenjiao has always felt very guilty about letting Xuanzang drift along the river.

After all—

He's just a kid!

Ahem, that's what it means.

What is the probability of surviving a baby who is not yet a month old and throws it directly into the river and goes downstream?

Not to mention a baby.

Even if an adult is put on a bamboo raft and goes down the river, the probability of survival is not great.

And himself, just by virtue of a sentence from an ethereal dream Antarctic Immortal, he sent Xuanzang down the river.

Is there a more vicious mother in this world than himself?

Not to mention, the immortal who called himself the Antarctic Immortal Weng never dreamed of himself again.

Maybe it's just an illusion on my own.

The torture he has suffered over the years can be imagined, for an ethereal thing that is likely to be an illusion, he directly took the life of his son, although Xuanzang did not die.

But Yin Wenjiao doesn't know.

The torture he has endured for more than 20 years can be imagined.

At this moment, I saw my husband come back to life.

Then the mood is even more complicated.

I still remember the first time I saw it.

The other party is still a young man, and he is also a double decade.

In his prime, fresh clothes and angry horses.

There are countless revenge in my heart.

But he never wanted to suffer such a catastrophe.

Twenty years later, the other party is still the same as he was back then, but he is already old, not to mention that he still has such a stain on his body.

Yes, it's a stain.

Even though he knows that he is innocent between himself and Liu Hong, what do people in the world think?

The three of them became tigers, and no one would believe what they said.

If it weren't for the last time to see Xuanzang and Chen Guangrui, he would have proved his innocence by death.

"Wen Jiao, let's go. ”

Just when Yin Wenjiao was thinking nonsense, Chen Guangrui in front of her suddenly spoke.

The voice was extremely gentle, as if it was about to melt the whole person, Yin Wenjiao suddenly felt that the whole person had melted, and her eyes were full of tears.

"I'm not an official anymore, let's find a paradise, plant ten miles of peach blossoms, and raise a group of chickens and ducks.

In the spring, we walk in the peach forest, we pick the peach blossoms and make wine, in the summer I go out to farm, you are weaving, in the autumn we wander in the golden rice fields, and in the winter we enjoy the snow and plum blossoms together. ”

Chen Guangrui looked at Yin Wenjiao affectionately.

Yin Wenjiao was already full of intoxication and closed her eyes.

Come to think of it, it's really a dream-like life.

On the other side, Xuanzang was completely stunned.

Naturally, he was brought out of Hongjiang Dragon Palace, and after he brought him out, he asked Ji Dian to resurrect him.

The body is well preserved, the soul is still there, and the longevity is not too difficult for a monk to operate.

What's that?

It's so simple, why not do it yourself.

Amitabha, the feelings of the poor monk wood, also wood has mana!

Then, on the road, Xuanzang told Chen Guangrui about the changes in the past 20 years.

After all, Yin Wenjiao's thoughts, how could he not know, if he wanted to persuade him, he could only find his cheap father to persuade him, and Xuanzang was originally thinking about whether to use some unconventional means.

But I didn't expect my cheap dad to be unexpectedly open-minded.

On the other hand, the flirting method is simply breaking through the sky!

Sigh to yourself!

"By the way, there are also our children, and our children are also together, and the family must be neat and tidy. ”

Immediately, Yin Wenjiao looked up as if she had thought of something.

In an instant, two pairs of eyes with various deep meanings looked at each other

Xuanzang was speechless for a while.

The family needs to be neat and tidy, why does this always sound wrong.

Amitabha, the poor monk can't bear it.

I'll go back tonight and make an egg stew with chicken, and have a mother and son taste it in the same pot.

"Amitabha, the poor monk is already an outsider, so let's stay in Chang'an. ”

Xuanzang said with some bitterness.

I wanted to run away, but did you run?

If you dare to run away today, you will dare to take your little brother to block your door tomorrow.

And so on –

In other words, it seems that the poor monk still has a parallel world advent card that is useless.

When this time is over, use a wave first.

In case, if he can escape the detection of that old man who is like a lai, wouldn't the poor monk be able to let himself go?

Done!

I don't know which Journey to the West world it will be.

The return of the Great Sage?

The Great Sage of Love?

Moonlight treasure box?

Seven Emotions and Foolish ......

Flower Travelogue?!

Amitabha, the poor monk is a big man in me.

Garbage stick, your Tang Sanzang is a sister, if the poor monk transforms, the readers will be unhappy.

When Chen Guangrui and his wife heard this, they immediately became anxious, and they opened their mouths to persuade them.

"That's right, Xuanzang, this kid has indeed not yet reached the moment of retreat. ”

"Meet Your Majesty!"

"Meet Your Majesty!"

Seeing that the person who came was wearing a dragon robe, Chen Guangrui and his wife immediately bent down and saluted.

"No need to be polite, Datang still needs this kid!"

Li Er said pointedly.

Then he looked at Xuanzang and gritted his teeth a little.

That girl in Chengyang has been running this way recently, and I really haven't noticed anything.

Although there is also its own acquiescence in this, the little cabbage that has been raised for more than ten years takes the initiative to run to make a pig arch, the more I think about it, the more it is not a taste, and the more I look at Xuanzang, the more unpleasant it is.

Isn't it just a little whiter, like a girl, what's so good-looking?

Looking at Li Er's attitude, Chen Guangrui and his wife immediately glanced at each other, and then left happily after saying goodbye.

Although he has decided not to be an official anymore, how can he not be happy when he sees that Zi Xuanzang is likely to achieve something in his career.

Until the two left, the whole scene was silent.

Xuanzang didn't speak.

Li Er didn't speak, just looked at Xuanzang quietly.

The gaze—

Xuanzang was a little weak.

"Amitabha, thank you, Your Majesty, the poor monk suddenly remembered that there were still Buddhist scriptures in the meditation room, and the poor monk took his leave. Xuanzang opened his mouth, turned around and was about to slip away.

"Stop, tell me what this is!"

As he spoke, Li Er smashed a book on the table with his backhand.

Xuanzang glanced at it.

Jiang Liuer's poetry collection?

Jiang Liuer?

The Go boy also crossed over, shouldn't that thing be written as a chess game?

Is there an invincible heaven and earth in the world?

"Turning the eighth page of "Chuzhou West Stream": the lonely grass stream grows on the side, and there are yellow orioles singing deep trees. The spring tide brings rain and comes in a hurry, and the wild ferry is unmanned and self-controlled.

You explain the meaning of this poem to me, come, explain it to me word by word. ”

Xuanzang ...... o((⊙﹏⊙))o