Peach Blossom Comes Back

"You know that I don't want to make such a decision in my heart." King Ling said firmly.

Nanchen stood up with the wooden box in his hand, his eyes were already light red.

"I don't want to make a decision like that."

He repeated softly what the Spirit King had said in answer to him.

Taking a step forward, eyes full of sadness: "Did you want to make such a decision when you were me?"

"How could I not know that you and that monkey monster found each other in hundreds of years of solitude. Could it be that Hongxi and I are not?"

The emotion in King Ling's eyes was difficult to distinguish.

"You and your monkey monster playing together in the forest are boundless joys. Don't Hongxi and I just want to be together forever?"

"Wukong, this decision has never been about whether you want to do it, but whether you can do it."

"I parted from Hongxi because of human affairs, but you and the monkey demon must part because of destiny!"

Nan Chen broke down in tears when he spoke the second half of the sentence.

"If you don't separate from him, you will harm yourself and him too!" The last sentence was like a cry before the verge of collapse.

King Ling shuddered, thinking of the thing that appeared on the monkey monster that night. The thing had a weird voice, but said that he and the monkey monster couldn't be together.

"I don't believe it." Ling Wang shook his head, his fists clenched tightly.

How difficult it was for him to find his stupid monkey monster among all living beings. If that idiot knew how desperate it would be to part with him.

What's more, I don't want that figure to leave my range.

Nan Chen staggered like he was drunk, was about to be brought down by the robe on his body several times, then straightened up while propping up the things beside him, threw himself at a table and rummaged through the drawers for something.

Finally, he raised his head, and an object in his hand was thrown over and fell to King Ling's feet.

"Look for yourself, this is the fate I gave to that monkey demon a few days ago!"

The dazzling golden light flashed on the palm-sized stone tablet, which was actually the fate of a god!

What is the god king? He is the god's son with a fairy appearance that the spirit of cultivating immortals most wants to be.The reason why Ling Wang could not become a celestial descendant even though he had attained the true fruit of his cultivation was that although he had the aptitude for cultivation, he could not become a god.

As long as there is a spirit with a fairy appearance, it is the arrangement of the destiny to become a god.

His friend Nanchen didn't know how to fight and fight, and he was able to have his own pure land, all because of his ability to divine the sky.

When King Ling came, he still felt that the spring was warm and the flowers were blooming, and the wind blowing on his face was gentle and gentle, but now the wind was blowing bleakly, and his whole body seemed to be in the cold lake water in January and February.

Chengxian, how could he stop the bright future of that monkey monster.

As a fairy, before ascending, he will take off the mundane world and exchange for six clean ones. Once he enters the refining fairy pool, he will be a stranger from then on.

At that time, that stupid monkey will not remember the slightest bit of him, and I am afraid that he will never think about when to pick the blooming flowers to make a garland to please others, the name of the word Wukong He will also pass through the refining pool, and he will be given a new name, dressed in silver clothes, and when he sees him, he will only despise the weird clothes of this passerby from the bottom of his heart.

"Wukong, let go as soon as possible, it's better than being entangled later."

Nanchen was standing by the table holding the wooden box, his red clothes were in a mess, his face was full of tears, he no longer had his usual handsome and cheerful appearance, his bundled hair was brushed off with his hands to remove the black luster, and it returned to his face. Original white color.

That face is still the same as before, but the white hair is floating, which makes people feel that the red clothes are old.

"Why do you..." Why did you become like this, Ling Wang raised his hand, but he couldn't grasp anything in the emptiness.

"How did I become like this..." Nanchen didn't look at the Lingwang, his eyes fell in the air.

"Love is parting, you can't ask for it, I have experienced it all over, but what is the use of Hongxi and I going through all the pain, in the end..."

"Stop talking..." King Ling couldn't listen anymore, and wanted to stop his friend from remaining.

"In the end, the soul of the mortal was scattered, and I..."

Speaking of the second half of the sentence, I broke down in tears.

"But I live alone, relying on those memories and this only object day after day, I can't even decide whether to live or die..."

"Nan Chen."

When had King Ling seen his friend so downcast and on the verge of despair, he stepped forward and bent over to help his friend who was shaking.

He was blocked by a sleeve, and then his arm was tightly grasped.

"Wukong, don't start a relationship that will not end. If you start, you must stop thinking as soon as possible."

"Don't be like me...and end up like this..."

Nanchen persuaded the last sentence as if exhausting all his strength, let go of his hands, and sat upright on the ground, the red gown swept straight down on the table and was wrinkled.

"Nan..." King Ling wanted to open his mouth to say something.

I saw my friend leaning on the wooden box with his head tilted, and waved his hand at him.

The King Ling, who had no thoughts and was in a mess, had no choice but to follow his friend's instructions and walk out.

Somehow, he returned to the door of the room, and pushed the door open with heavy steps. The monkey monster on the bed was sleeping just right, and the quilt covering his body was kicked into a mess and twisted at the foot of the bed.

This monkey is inseparable from its care.King Ling said helplessly in his heart, his feet approached the sleeping figure step by step as if he had his own consciousness.

Don't go there!

King Ling warned himself from the bottom of his heart that he hadn't figured out how to face this monkey monster who opened his heart to him.

He was afraid that he would meet those eyes with sincere emotion again, but he would say the nonsense that we are going to separate.

However, when he reached the bedside, he unfolded the twisted quilt at the foot of the bed with his hands and thoughts in his mind, and then lightly covered the monkey monster's body, all the corners and corners were neatly trimmed.The monster monkey on the bed turned over for some reason, and lifted half of the covered quilt with his legs.

"You stupid monkey kicked the quilt for me! Without me, you will freeze to death in the middle of the night!"

He blurted out a curse inadvertently, and when he came back to his senses, he realized that he was covering the monkey monster again with the quilt that was pressed under the monkey monster.

The slow and dull pain gradually invaded the heart, and the hands of the Ling King covering the quilt were trembling slightly.

What should I do if I leave myself, this monkey monster.

No one would tidy up the messy quilt for him at night, no one would talk and laugh at him on weekdays, and when he had made some progress and wanted to claim credit, he would run to someone and giggle in front of him.

But myself, I can't stand in the way of the monkey demon becoming a fairy.

King Ling opened his mouth to practice saying the word of parting, but his voice was choked up and he couldn't even utter a single sound.

But the monkey monster still doesn't know how to take care of himself, so he can't leave his side.

King Ling found a good excuse for himself.

Let's leave by myself when the monkey monster can support itself.

With confidence, he rolled onto the bed, stroked the short stubble hair of the monkey demon with his hand, and then lay down.

It was already the beginning of the moon outside the window, and the flower forest was quiet.

At this time, in Nanchen's cubicle, a red-robed man was sitting and lying in front of the table, his subordinates kept repeating their movements faster and more chaotically.

"I can't figure it out... I can't figure it out..."

The desolate voice was small and weak, and disappeared when the breeze blew.