(Brothers, after this farewell, there will be no return date)

Light and shadow kept flickering in Yang Jian's consciousness, and the disputes in the outside world did not wake him up from his coma.

He still remembered what Ziyun said to him, that there was a drinking party waiting for him...

Stumbling in a daze, he saw the red light in front of him, which was the breath of Qitian Demon Flag flowing in his blood. And the source of the light was an open door.

When Yang Jian walked through the door, the skylight flashed across, and the scene in front of him was covered by the boundless spring scenery.

This is on the east coast, on the hillside of the Flower and Fruit Mountain. The towering old tree is still entangled on the cliff, entangled with ivy, and you can walk down the mountain among hundreds of flowers.

The bird falls on the branch, and the sound of the waves not far away forms a refreshing movement...

The old tree had sparkling green leaves and blooming flowers. The scattered flowers and leaves were piled into a blanket under the tree.

There was a person standing under the tree. He was dressed in purple and had a beautiful face. The purple cloud was smiling and waving, signaling Yang Jian to come over.

Halfway through the move, Yang Jian suddenly saw a commotion among the branches. A monkey jumped out and punched Yang Jian on the fallen petals.

This monkey head is no more than four feet long, with a slender face, one forehead and two yellow eyes. Thunder God's mouth has outward-turned fangs, and his body is covered with gray-brown fur and armor.

The Monkey King, the Monkey King, has such a hideous appearance. The world only knows his majesty in the Nine Heavens, but is his face really that majestic?

Yang Jian turned sideways to avoid the punch, then he closed his tiger claws and grabbed the monkey.

But this monkey is so thin and agile, how could Yang Jian catch it with one blow?

He turned around and grabbed Yang Jian's wrist, climbed up his arm and grabbed his face.

When Yang Jian saw that the monkey was not following the routine, he hurriedly shook his hand to shake the monkey away.

"Erlang Yang, are you here?" Monkey stood up straight and said with a grin.

Yang Jian was stunned for a moment, looked at Ziyun aside and then at the monkey.

Is this a dream?

Seeing that he was in a daze, the monkey immediately climbed up on his shoulder, patted Yang Jian on the head and said: "We are walking, Ziyun has prepared some good wine, let's get drunk today!"

Yang Jian was pushed by it and moved forward unconsciously.

When Ziyun saw the two people coming, he flicked his sleeves and turned into a table of good wine.

The three of them lined up, and the monkey was the first to pick up the wine bowl and drink it. He licked his hare lips and said with a smile: "It's been a long time since I drank this Yaochi jade wine. Not bad, not bad haha!!"

Yang Jian said nothing and drank a glass of wine by himself.

Seeing this, Ziyun got up and filled the wine for the two of them. She said: "If you two have anything else to say, let's take this opportunity. If we say goodbye today, there will be no return date..."

Before Yang Jian could speak, the monkey spirit took the lead and said: "Erlang, I heard that you took the old path of my old grandson. What do you think? This path is as simple as you thought?"

Yang Jian shook the bowl of wine and said: "Master Bodhi said that the protagonist of this story is not me. Whether it is simple or not is not something I can judge."

The monkey laughed after hearing this: "Master is right, the protagonist of this story is indeed not you. But, is your own story over?"

Yang Jian shook his head: "I don't know."

The monkey picked up the wine bowl and drank again. He looked at the falling flowers and leaves and murmured: "You see, we are just like the flowers and leaves on this tree.

When they fall, everyone loses contact with everyone and becomes an independent individual.

Our stories seem independent, but in fact, they have different origins.

Is it on this tree?"

These words touched Yang Jian's heart. He looked thoughtfully at the flowers and leaves falling above his head...

As the monkey said, the world is like a big tree. Two seemingly unrelated lives are still an indispensable part of this big tree, just like gods and monsters.

Even if they fall, they will become nutrients under the tree.

Just like the reincarnation established by the gods, it is endless...

"But the path that the demon clan is taking now is to kill the gods and destroy the heavens, isn't it?" Yang Jian said.

The monkey sighed: "God and demon are just names. Both are products of heaven and earth, just like flowers and leaves. Only with leaves can the tree live, and with flowers can it prove that the tree is still alive."

The ending of this story is not who will win between the demon and the god, but how to avoid the emergence of a new person in power after one side wins."

Successful kings and defeated bandits are not uncommon in ancient and modern times. But which dynasty can remain standing...

Yang Jian drank the wine from the bowl and looked into the monkey's two yellow eyes.

"Since you asked me this question, why did you help the demon tribe gain spiritual power a thousand years ago?" Yang Jian said.

The monkey scratched his ears and said, "Didn't I tell you that gods and demons are like flowers and leaves? If the leaves are in full bloom, the tree will not be alive; if the flowers are in full bloom, the tree will not be alive."

"Check and balance between gods and demons?" Yang Jian said.

"It's the creatures that act as a check and balance between the two..."

After saying this, the two looked at each other speechlessly. Ziyun filled the wine for them again, and she said: "The wine is a little cold, I will get a pot of hot wine..."

After saying that, Ziyi stood up and disappeared from the sight of the two of them.

"She won't come back, will she?" Yang Jian asked.

The monkey turned around and looked at the gradually rising red light at the end of the East China Sea and said, "Probably... not anymore."

Yang Jian stood up and walked to the edge of the cliff, the waves lingering in his eyes.

He said: "You and I were once opposites, but now I walk this road for you. Are you relieved?"

After hearing this, the monkey laughed: "Erlang of the Yang family, you and I are both monsters, why should we be at odds with each other? The only difference is that you have an extra eye on your forehead, right?"

Only then did Yang Jian remember that his heavenly eye seemed to have not yet felt the power of the Qitian Demon Flag.

The monkey jumped on Yang Jian's shoulder and said: "It depends on whether your disciple is smart or not. Your heavenly eye is the key to your recovery..."

Yang Jian turned his head and looked at the monkey. He couldn't help but touch the monkey's head hair. This was the first time he had been so close to the monkey.

The monkey was also startled, then smiled and said: "If there is an afterlife, it would be a blessing for us to be born in the same mother's womb.

Erlang, this time, we really say farewell forever."

After hearing this, Yang Jian felt a sense of loss in his heart: "A thousand years ago, you took the path that I didn't dare to take. A thousand years later, I will walk the path that you have not yet completed."

I really want to turn back time for a thousand years and fight with you in the sky, how wonderful it would be..."

"Next time, next time definitely..." said the monkey.

"Monkey, you should let him go. He has been delayed for too long."

Ziyun's voice appeared in Yang Jian's ears.

"Aren't you... not coming back?" Yang Jian said.

He turned to look at the monkey scratching his cheeks and smiling: "The last time, the last time

once..."

Yang Jian smiled bitterly, and Ziyun stepped forward, put the hot wine in Yang Jian's hand, and then pushed Yang Jian away from the cliff with a gentle push.

Yang Jian slowly disappeared into the clouds, and he could hear Ziyun on the cliff murmuring in tears: "The man I like is an unparalleled hero.

Gold and silver armor are just restraints, he prefers the scars on his body that the mountain wind blows over.

The three points and two blades dance wildly, daring to make the heaven and earth tremble. The thin dog beside him roars to the sky, and can swallow the sun and the moon without any light!

Heaven dare not crush him, and earth dare not bury him.

How can the love between children be shaken? A sincere heart that holds the flag for a close friend.

Yang Jian! The purple clouds are not gone, and they will always be with you in the sky. When there is no rain in the morning, I will look at you in the morning glow..."

Then, the monkey's voice also rang in Yang Jian's ears...

"To resist this banner is to shoulder this responsibility. From now on, this name will once again become the nightmare of the gods.

My dear friend, you and I will never meet again. But please let future generations remember that there was once a little monkey with a furry face and a thunderous mouth that trampled through the Lingxiao Palace.

His name is Monkey King, Monkey King..."

The red light gradually became overwhelming and obscured Yang Jian's sight. He closed his eyes and recalled what the monkey said to him.

At this time, Lanfeng and Mu Zhizhi were observing Yang Jian's body in the fire cloud gathered by the Holy Infant.

The Heavenly Soldiers pursued them fiercely, and several people simply gave up their escape when they saw this situation. Since there was the Sea Monster General Whale Salamander here, plus Hong Hai'er and Yinghuo, they could still deal with the two Heavenly Kings of the North and South for a while.

It's just that on Jiuqian's side, Lanfeng didn't dare to relax...

"Lan Feng, look..." The blue light in Mu Zhizhi's hand lifted Yang Jian's head up.

He pointed at Yang Jian's Heavenly Eye and said: "Senior Yang Jian's eyes are already filled with the power of Qitian Demon Flag, but the Heavenly Eye on his forehead is still indifferent..."

Lan Feng frowned, he knew that this Heavenly Eye was the real life gate for Yang Jian. Now that the life gate has no soul, it would be strange for him to wake up.

"The blood energy of his physical body and the spirit energy of the demon flag and phoenix are mutually exclusive, so wouldn't this Heavenly Eye be the perfect place for him to separate his blood lines?" Lan Feng said.

After hearing this, Mu Zhizhi said: "What do you mean, do you want his own blood to be concentrated in the eyes of the sky, and the power of the demon flag to be poured into the whole body?"

Lanfeng nodded, but Mu Zhizhi added: "Theoretically, this can be done, but in order to seal the power of his bloodline in the Sky Eye, there must be a strong force to temporarily seal it.

This power cannot be man-made, it must be the power of heaven and earth."
To be continued...