Journey to the West: Writing Ten Thousand Worlds

“Even if I change things a little, will the river still flow to the sea after all?”

“Haha, the general trend! Haha, fate! Ridiculous, ridiculous! ”

Jiang Hao’s inexplicable smile made Madam Bai Bone, Tang Monk, and Sand Monk tremble inexplicably.

They didn’t know why Jiang Hao was laughing, but it was just that the smile hid something that made them instinctively afraid.

After laughing, there was silence like water.

Jiang Hao took out a pen and paper, added the twentieth difficulty: degrading the heart ape, and added it to the book “Journey to the West” word by word.

Although the process is somewhat different, the result is like heaven and has already been arranged.

“Journey to the West? Young Master, is this your new book? Lady Bone’s eyes lit up, and she saw her name in the latest chapter.

Unexpectedly, she was a monster with white bones and essences, and she could actually be written into a book and then published in the “Ten Thousand Worlds Daily”, what an honor.

“I’m so happy!” Mrs. White Bone thought so.

“New book? Maybe! ”

Jiang Hao was noncommittal, he just closed the book in his hand lightly, and then continued to enjoy the massage of the beauty.

Journey west, continue.

The Tang monk inadvertently broke into the cave mansion of the Yellow Robe Monster, whose wife was originally the princess of the Baoxiang Kingdom, Hundred Flowers, who was abducted into the Boyue Cave thirteen years ago.

She quietly let the Tang monk go, asked him to send a letter to her father, and the master and apprentice went to the country of Baoxiang in one horse, and the king missed his daughter and begged the Tang monk to go up the mountain to lower the demon.

How Tang Monk and the others were monster opponents, they were captured again, and the sand monk and the white dragon horse fled.

The yellow-robed monster learned everything, so he turned into a handsome Langjun, went to the middle school to meet his father-in-law, and cast a demon spell to turn the Tang monk into a tiger and imprison him.

In order to save the master, Bai Longma turned into a palace maid, waiting for the opportunity to assassinate the yellow-robed monster, but he was unable to win, injured and dived into the water, while the sand monk went to Huaguo Mountain, wanting to use the method of agitation to invite Sun Wukong back.

And all this, Jiang Hao saw in his eyes, he did not participate in it, the yellow robe monster and others were also very knowledgeable as if they did not see it, everything went according to the established trajectory.

Some people, like that poor fish, have struggled to jump up again and again for so many years, and each time they think that they have got rid of that river, jumped into the air, and pounced on another river of life that belongs to them.

But as a result, every time it was forcibly grabbed by a big hand, thrown back into another unchanging current, always going in one direction.

If you are not sanctified, you will eventually become an ant!

Now, you can add that it is a puppet in the end!

“Boring!”

Jiang Hao rested in the palace, he lay on the bed, and Mrs. White Bone blushed with an indescribable part, doing an indescribable massage.

Of course, just a massage, but not yet able to make that decision.

Day, white bones?

The taste was a bit heavy, and if it was the little fox, he might be able to accept it.

“I don’t know, how are they doing!”

Jiang Hao sighed slightly, he was actually a little homesick, although he could fly the sword every day, but after all, he had not seen each other for almost two years.

In fact, it is simple to go back, and it is just a somersault thing, but Jiang Hao is afraid that he will go back, so he doesn’t want to come over.

The road to the west is also the road of refining the heart, we must strengthen our faith!

Just when Jiang Hao was bored and ready to wait for the sand monk to invite back Sun Wukong, and then submit the yellow-robed monster and end these calamities, the abnormality trembled.

I only listened to the bleak sound of the wind, blowing up one flood after another, and from time to time such a poignant song came from time to time in the murderous world.

“The Emperor of the Heavens, the Emperor of the Earth. The eyes bleed, and the moon has no light. Once you enter the Ten Thousand Horse Hall, the knife is broken, and the intestines are broken! Emperor of the Heavens, Emperor of the Earth. Tears are like blood, people break their intestines. As soon as I entered the Wanma Hall, I wanted to return to my hometown. ”

One person, one knife, a trip to the imperial city, just for the battle on the knife!

“A familiar sword intent, is he?”

Jiang Hao turned over sharply, the familiar song, the familiar knife intent, which surprised him, he didn’t expect to meet the deceased on the road to the west.

“Young Master, what’s wrong?” Mrs. Bai Bones’ cheeks were blushing, and that kind of pushing didn’t know how to come up with it, it was really humiliating.

“It’s okay, meet an old man, come with me to meet you!”

Jiang Hao spoke, and then asked Mrs. White Bone to serve and change clothes, and walked out of this side hall together.

In front of the palace gates.

The setting sun shone on the swordsman’s face, the contours of which were handsome and prominent, but shaped like ice and snow on distant mountains.

This is a swordsman and a cripple at the same time.

After the left foot took a step first, the right leg slowly dragged over the ground, and this strange and peculiar walking posture became the focus of people’s gaze and ridicule.

“What? You have come to remove demons for the king of our country? ”

“Joke, it’s up to you, a cripple?”

“Hahahaha, laugh at us!”

The guards laughed as if they had heard a big joke.

The monsters have long been arrested (Tang Monk), what other monsters are removed? Not to mention the words of a cripple, can be believed?

At this moment, the sword flashed.

Lightning is not as sharp and terrifying as his sword light!

Everyone saw the flash, but no one saw his knife.

Because in the flash of the knife, the knife has been sheathed, and their throats have been cut, and blood is constantly spurting out.

“My name is Fu Hongxue, remember to help me say hello to him when you see the judge of hell!”

The imperial city was empty, and under the setting sun, a lonely back slowly moved forward, and the strange and peculiar posture seemed persistent and firm in the wind.

He Fu Hongxue, since he came to this world, naturally he had to walk dashingly, this time, he fought for himself and the knife in his hand!!! _

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