[Journey to the West] Fighting the Holy Buddha is very leisurely

Wukong took a look at Qingyan, he was a bit cautious in his hands, although the word "Siqi" was clearly written on the fan, indicating that it was related to his junior brother, but there is always a contingency in everything, after all, if This is really Jade Emperor's fan, definitely not as simple as what he said lightly.

If it is really ordinary, how could it be possible to stay in the hands of the ancestor for such a long time?Wukong knew his master, he wouldn't touch even a little ordinary things, and any thing that could pass through his hands was not a rare treasure.

Wukong pouted, he tried to put away the fan, is it right, he planned to ask Shu Siqi who came back.

If it is, then of course good, if not, then look for it.

"Brother," Qingyan pursed his lips. He looked at Wukong and didn't answer, thinking that he didn't believe in himself, so he hurriedly tugged at Qingjue who had just arrived, his big eyes looked pitiful, "When we looked at it, that fan was It’s intact, it’s like new, it’s like a stick of incense, and no one else has touched it, so it’s changed, isn’t it strange?”

Qingjue took his hand and nodded slightly towards Wukong.

At this time, the small room was almost full of people. Wukong was standing on the edge of the bed, and the golden cudgel was standing beside him. Judging that the two of them were small, they fell into the gap between several people, filling this small room to the brim.

Except for Shu Siqi who didn't know where he went, and the missing ancestor, everyone is here. In the past few days, except for fighting, there is no other time when people can come together like this.

The folding fan in Wukong's hand has not been completely closed, it is in a half-open state, the side with the characters facing up, the word "Si" is not too big, it only occupies a small part of the fan, and most of it is blank , Now many of them are slightly yellow with age, Wukong listened to Qingjue's words, subconsciously looked down and frowned at this time.

He just raised his head and lowered his head to listen to a sentence, so why does this fan look a little bit old?

At this time, Wukong didn't intend to put it away anymore. When he unfolded it carefully, the dark yellow and old stains on the fan seemed to be growing, and he stretched his body bit by bit on the fan. Territory, this speed is very slow, and he is a little unconscious, but even if Wukong doesn't have sharp eyes, his eyes are not usually sharp, and he can tell that this speed is not fast.

The part around the word "Siqi" was cleverly closed, within a few breaths, only there was still clean, Wukong frowned, and a golden light flashed in his eyes, he finally felt weird, he had to look at it with his golden eyes I saw it.

Under the fiery eyes, on the fan, where there are old dark yellow traces, there are clearly clusters of black air!

Wukong was holding the fan bone to see, his hand didn't touch the fan surface, and he felt a chill all over his body. Fortunately, the black air didn't spread to the fan bone, but according to the speed of his expansion, it would be a matter of time.

The part around the word "Siqi" is the only part on the fan that has not been attacked. The two small black characters are particularly rare at this time, but that is only for a moment, and the black air that gathers seems to have life After hesitating for a while, he circled around those two words fluidly.

Seeing this, Wukong frowned obviously.

He's not afraid, he's seen all kinds of black air before, but this time it's particularly disgusting, like a mass of rubbish trying to rise up around you.

Wukong took the fan away with some disgust, he opened his sharp eyes, and what happened on the fan became more intuitive, as if he could smell that disgusting smell on the tip of his nose.

No matter what, he continued to watch, and Wukong felt that he seemed to be able to see the mouth of the black gas, and ate the only clean place on the fan bit by bit.

It has nothing to do with the sharp eyes, but the black air is too flexible, like a living person.

It is very similar to a hunt, except that the two sides are not hunter and prey, but two words and a cloud of black air.

The point in the lower left corner of the word "Si" has been bitten right on the right, and the word suddenly trembled slightly as if someone had been injured. Wukong could see it clearly, and he even felt his heart tremble suddenly, as if he saw it. It was as if his junior brother had been bitten.

How can it be?

He shook his head, not wanting to suspect that his piercing eyes were wrong, but when he looked again, he found that the word had started to change color.

The word "Siqi" was originally black, but after being bitten, it turned bright red from the lower left corner, and spread to the character "Qi" on the side, which was as red as blood.

"Changed... changed color," Qingyan, who was standing behind Wukong, exclaimed, "What's going on?"

At this time, the Golden Cudgel standing behind Wukong was also worried. The fan was obviously demonic, and Wukong was still holding it, and his face was dull. He looked worried and roared in a low voice: "This fan It looks unusual, throw it away!"

Wukong glanced at the golden cudgel, but remained silent.

They could see the words on the fan change color even if they didn't have sharp eyes. Naturally, Wukong knew that this thing was unusual, but he didn't listen to the golden cudgel and obediently threw it away.

I don't know why, seeing those two words turn red, it's like seeing my own junior brother covered in blood.

Wukong also knew clearly that his junior brother's name was written on it, not his junior brother. Shu Siqi was a human being, not a fan. He had piercing eyes, and after so many years, he couldn't even tell the difference between a human being and a fan. .

But at this time, some other thoughts came to his mind, and he even had great doubts about his cognition for so many years.

Sometimes the golden eyes can't be distinguished, because some masters have used higher blindness methods, there are not many blindfolds that can beat Wukong's golden eyes, and the ancestors just know it.

Shu Siqi is not outstanding among the sects, why is he following the ancestor for so many years?

This fan obviously only has the word Si Qi written on it, why do I feel worried when I look at it?

Wukong is a very protective person. Shu Siqi, this junior, is much closer than other juniors of the same school, because the two of them are not much different from each other when they started. Shu Siqi obediently said "senior brother", although he was naughty, he never cheated When he found something good in the three-star cave of the oblique moon, he immediately gave it to Wukong.

Wukong is a man who knows how to repay his kindness. If something happens to Shu Siqi, he will definitely get it back.

What if this fan is really him?

These thoughts in Wukong's mind suddenly popped up like this. He had never doubted it before, but this time when he saw the two words turn blood red, he seemed to be able to hear Shus moaning and groaning in pain.

He suddenly gathered the fan halfway up, the face of the fan stood up, turned around and stared at the golden cudgel tightly, and said: "I can't let go, that's my junior brother, this fan...is my junior brother."

In this way, he uttered the sudden guesses in his mind loudly, with a look of "although this is unbelievable, but what I'm saying is the truth and you can't refute it", the golden hoop favored him, opened his mouth, but did not refute words come.

Wukong's hand holding the fan was steady, the cloud of black air was disgusting, but he really guarded the fan as if he was protecting his own junior.

The six-eared macaque is also there, and it is very close to Wukong. He can clearly see Wukong's demeanor and movements. As a qualified enemy, he naturally cannot let go of any opportunity to ridicule Monkey King.

"Why do you still speak such nonsense with your piercing eyes?" Liu Er snorted, "Your junior brother is a real person, not a broken fan..."

What he said next, was stared back by Wukong's fierce eyes, touched his nose, and closed his mouth wisely.

"I know you don't believe it," Wukong twitched his lips, his eyes were fierce, but his eyes were clear, "but that's my junior brother, I won't admit it, incredible is incredible, but you have to try."

Others haven't figured out what Goku really means by "give it a try" and he's already done it.

The golden light on the fingertips traveled along the fan bone to the fan surface very quickly, tearing through the black mist like a sword, but it was only for a moment, and soon, the golden light was swallowed up.

Wukong was not in a hurry, the one just now was just a test of the water, although the effect was not great, but the black mist seemed to wake up, and did not erode the two words, but flowed around the position of the fan surface close to the fan bone, but carefully not Dare to come up to the fan bone.

Wukong sneered, moved his five fingers slightly, and the five golden lights split the black mist and shot out in the direction of the two words, as if he had plans to rescue them.

The black mist didn't stop it, but looked very harmless, and retreated obediently. Wukong was easily saved, but he was also a little surprised.

With Shus's cultivation base, it's not like he can't resist even this kind of thing.

Wukong is staring at the fan, all his mind is on it, as if fighting a battle, the simpler the matter, the less he dares to take it lightly, obviously there are people around him, so Wukong focused Sometimes, it felt like he was the only one in the room.

When you are dedicated, there is no one else in the world.

He stared at his invincible golden light, ready for emergencies at any time, but no, the disgusting black smoke was not as strong as Wukong imagined, and it disappeared completely in a short while.

There was really nothing clean on the fan, but Wukong didn't let go of his frown, just because the word "Siqi" was still bright red, dripping with blood, it was shocking to watch.

"Why is this so..." Wukong raised his head. When he finished a fight, he seemed to have just returned from another dimension, but it was at this moment that he realized that there was really no one around him.

The room that used to be packed was full, but now it was empty and he was the only one left, and the injured fan in his hand.

The author has something to say: Wukong: If you don’t play like this, you little scum, get the hell out of me!

The scumbag author: [dog-legged ground rolls rough]

Wukong: What about the stick?

Scumbag author: [wretched laugh] Kongkong, you also start to miss your little gong?

Wukong: == Get out too!don't want to see you!