Pokémon: Thunder Shatters the Darkness

The weather was clear and cloudless.

The closed dojo was deserted as usual. A whole month had passed, and the only income was generated half a month ago.

The stone lions at the door are all starving.

thump—

Just then, a series of intermittent footsteps gradually sounded from a distance.

If someone looks along the horizontal line, they will see a beggar with a dusty face and messy hair moving slowly towards here.

He staggered towards the dojo and sat down on the steps, looking as tragic as possible.

After the heavy breathing, his hoarse voice came out.

"……Impressed."

He looked up at the sky, his face dead silent: "Is there anyone here? Open the door, or I really have to send it."

Naturally, no one answered.

The beggar moved his eyes with difficulty, and could faintly hear some laughter coming from the temple.

then.

He took a deep breath.

Your own sadness is terrible, but other people’s happiness is even more heartbreaking.

After a long silence, he said aggrievedly: "Stop laughing, wuwu..."

The clear tears slid down her cheeks, becoming turbid due to the dirt on her face.

He was the boy from before.

As for how it became this look, it’s really hard to describe.

boom!

This time, the footsteps coming from far away were very clear.

In the blink of an eye, a black and white monkey holding a tape recorder climbed up the cliff, stood beside him and looked down at him.

The throwing monkey pressed the button on the recorder with a smile and danced to the coming recording.

"The blue-cup dog has drunk all the ash, and is now drunk, having drunk up all the autumn wind and rain."

"Who is teasing me behind my back? Do you dare to come out and fight me? I'll let you experience what it means to be haunted by a nightmare..."

The boy closed his eyes in despair.

Right there in the cave, this bastard embedded a tape recorder into the crack in the wall and forced himself to listen to the Black Hand Condor March for seven days.

Practice while listening to music.

The straight-limbed young man had cramps in his calves and was in low spirits.

No wonder no one comes to the dojo to learn the style. Who would come to learn if it's like this? ?

If you give the temple a good seedling, the temple will give you a good rock in return.

of course.

Fortunately, he finally endured the humiliation and successfully conquered the tough and fierce school.

Finally, I can avenge my previous shame.

The boy took a deep breath and the smile on his face was very sincere.

I guess Yang Xiao has failed?

Haha, let you show off.

You want to learn two schools? Eat shit.

This has nothing to do with personal financial resources, it is entirely a matter of Pokémon's talent and luck.

I have a second-stage quasi-god Pokémon and I don't dare to speak so arrogantly. How can you, a bear apprentice who has not evolved, achieve this?

Just because it's rarer than Shakiras?

Also, Yang Xiao.

Do you know how I spent these seven days?

The boy's expression suddenly changed, his face full of anger and distortion.

He shouted with all his strength:

"I heard in Dynasty that I called a deer a horse and broke a golden armor with one sword. I thought this BY was going to create a reversal and cultivate immortality?"

"Do you know how many days I was trembling with fear?"

"Tell me, who the hell dubbed the tape for the Throwing Monkey? If you can't dub it, don't dub it. Did you find a DJ in a car on the side of the road?"

"I have been humiliated in every way, how can I lose? I will win!"

"Must win! Must win! Must win!!!"

Seems like a coincidence.

As soon as the young man roared, the faint laughter in the dojo stopped instantly, as if it had never appeared.

The throwing monkey's joyful expression also froze instantly.

It stared at the boy blankly, its face full of disbelief.

I thought you liked hearing it.

"you!"

The young man pointed at him unceremoniously, his eyes gleaming with ferocity:

"Don't leave, please don't leave, I will contact the bodyguard in a moment, I will remember you for the rest of my life during these 7 days, please don't leave..."

The words have not yet fallen.

The throwing monkey fell into thought.

Could it be that it doesn’t like this wheat?

After hesitating for a moment, it pressed the button again at the speed of light.

"The winner is the king, the loser is the villain..."

"you!"

"Ten years of military service..."

"That's enough!"

The boy defied gravity and jumped up from the ground, his beggar-like clothing swaying with his movements:

"I've heard enough!"

The throwing monkey twitched his nose: "Monkey wisdom."

Then sing a line for me.

The boy's body was swaying more and more, his eyes were wide open, and his breathing was rapid.

Not interesting.

The throwing monkey curled its lips, raised its foot and jumped onto the door beam, then disappeared from the boy's sight in a flash.

A breeze blew over the top of the mountain, and the boy's shocked expression and gesture of pointing at himself appeared: "What about me?"

"No one cares about me? Ah!"

...

In the dojo.

A copper pot was placed on a round table with several plates of food to be cooked. A group of people gathered around the table and laughter could be heard.

"I want to eat this."

The little girl sat on the chair with her legs crossed, her round eyes fixed on the small rice cake over there.

"it is good."

Yang Xiao smiled slightly, but did not move.

next second.

A rough arm brushed past him.

The palm structure is the same as that of humans, allowing it to easily pick up the plate with two fingers and slowly lift it back.

"Thank you."

The little girl nodded her head obediently in thanks.

Sudden.

The little Taoist boy sitting opposite Yang Xiao suddenly put down his chopsticks and didn't even have time to put the lamb roll covered with sesame paste into his mouth.

"What's wrong, Ding Ding."

The Taoist was eating with great enthusiasm.

Being able to take time out to care for the Taoist child can be considered as doing the utmost for one's kindness.

"Master."

The little Taoist boy put down his chopsticks, sat upright, and frowned slightly: "There seems to be some movement at the door."

"what?"

Hearing her senior brother talking, the little girl looked at Yang Xiao with some confusion: "I didn't hear it."

Yang Xiao smiled and said, "Quack."

"Nothing like that...Brother, give me another bottle of wine."

The Taoist waved his hand with heroic spirit:

"Thank you Yang Xiangke for airlifting delicious food to the mountain. Everyone, please don't be restrained, just be happy and keep playing music and dancing!"

The words fell.

The Lazy Man Symphony Orchestra not far away slowly put down their chopsticks and glanced at the copper pot in front of them reluctantly.

Then, those who should play the suona play the suona, and those who should play the allegro play the allegro.

The main point is that there is no intersection, but participation is important.

at this time.

The Taoist glanced and suddenly found a throwing monkey sitting on an empty chair, holding an empty bowl and picking up food:

"Hey, Lao Si, what's wrong with you? You're in trouble!"

The Taoist's keen sense of danger made his face change drastically: "My goodness, the seven-day period has come, is the Dragon King coming down the mountain?

"The Dragon King would have starved to death long ago!"

An angry voice gradually approached from a distance, and the original coldness was gone:

"I was so excited that I didn't bring my suitcase. Damn it, no one gave me a suitcase. I've been so tired for the past seven days!"

"But no one gave me a cell phone? You're not afraid that I'll die in the cave, right?"

"I can accept eating tree berries for meals... but what does it mean to give them three a day? I seriously suspect that the throwing monkey embezzled the military pay!"

"You didn't come to see me once in seven days... I can tolerate that, but you probably didn't go to see that bastard Yang Xiao either."

The Taoist pursed his lips guiltily.

"By the way, Yang Xiao? Where's Yang Xiao, Yang Xiao!"

The sound was getting closer and closer, and now there was only a wall between them.

Hearing this familiar call, Yang Xiao lowered his head and smiled slightly.

When he looked up again, a red light flashed from his hand.

Then he stood up, slowly put the Poké Ball into his belt, opened his arms and walked out:

"When I saw a crow pooping early in the morning, I knew that the ears would come to my house today, and sure enough..."

"Here you go again, Brother Toad."