Journey to the West: God-level Gathering Technique

Fang Zhicai’s narration in the Ten Mile Peach Blossom Forest stopped here, and Jiang Han suddenly didn’t hear the following, and was a little stunned, “Is it gone?” he asked,

Fang Zhicai pursed his lips, took the little peach blossom demon's chubby little hand, and said, "Don't worry, let me explain this matter in detail with a copper light mirror, it involves demons and demons, it's a bit complicated. Fang Zhicai sighed silently.

Soon, Fang Zhicai took out the copper light mirror, and the mirror surface was washed away like water waves, and soon Jiang Han saw what happened behind.

The scene starts from a night, and both Monkey King and Tang Xuanzang come together.For some reason, Sun Wukong's expression was a little unnatural.Jiang Han didn't notice, and neither did the rest of the people.

In the past few days, the little palace lady has always slept unsteadily, and every time she wakes up, she feels the cold sweat on her forehead, and feels thirsty, so she gets up in the dark and pours a glass of water to drink.

When she lay down again, she was sleepless again and tossed and turned on the bed.After lying down, I could faintly hear the music of the sheng and flute, thinking that Hualou is a few streets away from here, and this could be transmitted, it was really noisy.

The night was thick and black, the little maid reached out and groped to open a hidden compartment under the embroidered pillow, and took out a box from it. She opened it, and a round bead immediately fell on the little palace lady's neck. It made her shudder.Rubbing the bead, she recalled the dream of last night.

But it was as clear as last night, but when I think about it now, it seems like it was more than ten years ago.The little maid restrained her breathing, tears still pouring out involuntarily.

In the winter of the 33rd year of Chongde, King Xuan of Chu died.

That day the cold wind blew in gusts, carrying tiny snowflakes that kept rolling in the air, and the clouds were piled up in the sky, squeezing, twisting, twisting, and rolling.

The young servants looked at the young man standing on the city wall, his figure was tall and straight.He wore a large fox fur coat, and the fluffy snow fox fur circled his chin, making that beautiful but calm face a bit more vivid, but his face was as pale as the ice and snow, and a pale blue color was faintly visible. Blood vessel.

Xu Shi knew that King Xuan of Chu was only a few days away, and people in the imperial city were panicked.Everyone in the palace was a little more restrained than before, and the uneasiness gradually filled the entire capital like smoke.

The little servant was shivering from the cold, he made a bow and said: "It's cold, Mr. Sun has been standing here for a long time with the wind blowing, your body is not good, don't catch the cold!"

A few small snow particles fell on the thick eyelashes of Mr. Sun, trembling like butterflies in flight, black and white were distinct, giving a different feeling.

He lowered his eyes to cover his own, when a gust of cold wind blew, Mr. Sun coughed softly, and said to the young man beside him: "Let's go." The person he was waiting for had already arrived.

A group of people came out of the palace and rushed to the gate of the city, their expressions were solemn, and some young children who didn't know who was curious, poked their heads out to see, only to hear the sound of Dada's hooves coming through the air, it was colder than this The snow is even more shocking.

"What are you looking at? Go back to the house!" The woman who spoke took away the child lying in front of the window, and glanced at the gate of the city when the window was closed. I just think it looks good.

The man dragged his horse to stop at the gate of the city, and three thousand Qingqi followed closely behind him.The imperial guards in the palace got off their horses without hesitation when they came to him, knelt down and clasped their fists and said, "Prince forgive me, I'm late to pick you up."

The prince waved his hand casually. He looked at the solemn palace, and said with a little sigh and a little sarcasm: "Four years." It has been four years since he was exiled from the capital, but in the end everyone has to Begging him to return to the capital, the corner of the prince's lips twitched at the thought, and even ordered him to return to the palace with a little joy.

It was getting darker and colder.However, the imperial palace was brightly lit, and the outer hall was a bit noisy compared to the silent inner hall. The important officials of the court were discussing in low voices, King Xuan of Chu had gone west, and the decree had not yet been read out.

When the prince walked into the outer hall, the murmurs of discussion suddenly dissipated in the air. After a while, a minister hesitated and said, "Prince, the last decree of King Xuan of Chu." He quietly raised his eyes and glanced at the prince. The prince looked impatient, and consciously swallowed the unfinished words into his stomach.

"Everyone has worked hard, and it's getting late. Let someone take you to rest now. The imperial father's will is in my hands, and all matters will be announced tomorrow." The prince waved, "Retire."

After he finished speaking, he went straight into the inner hall, and immediately saw Mr. Sun kneeling upright in front of the coffin.

The small part of his neck that was exposed due to the slight drooping, he was originally born white, but the impact of Mr. Sun's black official uniform compared with his overly fair neck still attracted the attention of the prince. The prince looked at it calmly. Looking at his beautiful eyebrows, he saw that his slender eyes were half covered, covering the dark pupils.

Seeing this, Jiang Han breathed a sigh of relief, he didn't understand what happened inside, Jiang Han glanced around, subconsciously looked at Monkey King and Tang Xuanzang, suddenly Jiang Han felt something was wrong.Why is Sun Wukong's face so ugly?He narrowed his eyes slightly and observed carefully.

The picture in the bronze light mirror continued to change, Fang Zhicai was expressionless, not knowing what he was thinking.

The shadow of the bright candles in the inner hall swayed faintly on the window paper, the surrounding was so quiet that only the whistling wind could be heard, and the prince's originally sharp and cold eyes showed a little emotion.

He wondered in a daze that his father was still here. During such a quiet time, it seemed that those four years of wind and rain had never existed at all.

When the night was chilly, Master Sun coughed a few times in a muffled voice, and he relaxed his tense body.When he caught a glimpse of the prince behind him from the corner of his eye, he straightened up abruptly in shock, but because he had knelt for too long, when he stood up, his eyes were dark and his legs couldn't move.Mr. Sun supported the pillar and stood upright. Just as he was about to speak, his throat felt itchy. He quickly turned his head to cover his lips and coughed violently.

He stared intently at the blush between his fingers, Mr. Sun's face remained unchanged, seeing the prince approaching to support him, he couldn't help but push him away viciously.

Master Sun coughed a few more times, forcefully swallowing the blood welling up in his throat, and quietly wiped away the blood between his fingers.For a moment, the air in the room was almost condensed quietly.He took a few steps back, lowered his eyes, and said flatly: "Offend the prince."

The prince lowered his face, his eyes were violent, he sneered, he squeezed Mr. Sun's chin fiercely, and slowly bent over to bully him: "Or is it that your spirit body wants to disappear again?" It was so plain and gentle His tone, but the prince's eyes were extremely cold. "The spirit body is damaged, this is no joke." ..