Nezha's face was sullen, and he was still angry with Ding Xiang, and replied coldly: "The evil spirit is too strong when traveling to the eighteenth level of the underworld." Although the fourth princess also converted to Buddhism, she sacrificed her life to become the king of Ksitigarbha.

The guardian dragon, but after all, her magic power is weak... Her body is even weaker this year. Fortunately, thanks to the protection of Mani Pearl, she is safe. But even so, she can no longer rely on magic power to protect her body and rush to the ground on her own.

"

Long Ba's eyes were already slightly red, after all, brother and sister are connected. Over the years, he secretly went to the eighteenth level of hell several times, but when he saw his sister's true form, quietly coiled under Ksitigarbha's throne, she was

He couldn't say a word. He naturally knew what was going on in his sister's mind, and he also knew that this kind of escape and self-torture might be the only way for his sister to survive.

He raised his eyes and looked at the lively and happy Ding Xiang beside him. He raised his glass and drank it all, showing a somewhat bitter smile. His sister was in hell, and so was he. But for Ding Xiang, all of this had to be done.

What is worthy or not worth talking about?

The dishes were being served on the table, but his thoughts were wandering far away. Was it just after he came out of the battle? The Liujia Village was filled with fire, and everything was reduced to ashes, including many innocent villagers. So he announced to the outside world that the monster had been found.

The villagers of Liujia Village, as well as the former Justice God, became wronged souls in the fire.

That fire has become his lifelong nightmare.

On that day, one eye was destroyed by a water mirror, and the agarwood in his eyes was as red as blood. He first persuaded Nezha, and then with the help of Xiaoyu, he gathered everyone who had just left the battle to the former site of the Holy Mother Temple.

"My uncle has been found. For the safety of his old man, not a word of what we saw in the formation can spread to the three realms. Some of you are my good friends, even my relatives and elders. If you want to come, you will understand me.

This is a small act of filial piety. After all, I, Liu Chenxiang, owe my uncle so much, so from now on, I will use my whole life to repay the blood and tears I owe him!"

At the old site, everyone spilled their blood and swore an oath. Some were calm and some were afraid. It can be seen that even Baihua Fairy, who likes to talk the most, also has a green face and white lips, and swears sincerity.

It's not because of the power of the oath, but because after actually going out into battle, everyone knows what such a secret will bring.

If you don't care about yourself, you should always care for your family. If you don't care about your family, you should always care for your lover. Even if you don't even have a lover, the safety of the three realms is still a heavy moral stone.

And why did he agree that day, and how did he agree?

I can’t remember clearly, I just know that after everyone dispersed, Chen Xiang suddenly came to find me.

He loves Lilac too much, and Chenxiang understands this too well. After experiencing three thousand years in the water mirror, this Liu Chenxiang is no longer the innocent boy he met in the green mountains and green waters.

Although Ding Xiang had taken the elixir, she was still a mortal, mortal. There were many ways to make a mortal become an immortal instantly, but it was not something he could do.

But agarwood can.

The price was the killing of Liujiacun and the fire that burned half of the sky red.

Afterwards, he would often think that, in fact, the fire was not necessary. In fact, the fire was just aimed at him, Long Ba, using the evil he had done with his own hands to destroy any possibility of him leaking secrets or betraying - ever since it was lit

After that fire, the new justice god Liu Chenxiang had the closest and most trustworthy confidant.

A burst of laughter interrupted his thoughts. After being pinched hard by Ding Xiang, Long Ba finally came back to his senses. But it was San Shengsheng who was carefully serving his brother, picking and stinging the fish and removing the bones from the meat.

When she peeled off a spoonful of crab roe, she brought it to her brother's mouth with even more joy, "Second brother, I made this. After trying it many times, Xiaoyu said it was finally not burnt. Do you want to try it too?"

Even the slightly sad Meishan brothers laughed out loud. Every birthday, most of the dishes on the table are made by Xiaoyu, so it’s good if San Sheng Sheng doesn’t make a mess in the middle. A steamed crab, the simplest side dish, San Sheng Sheng

After practicing for more than ten years, I still have to burn dozens of unlucky crabs before I can get a few that are barely acceptable for import.

Xiaoyu smiled and felt a little crazy. Every year, only on this day, all these people would really have fun once. Whether it was Agarwood, Three Holy Mothers, or even Nezha, Meishan brothers. She looked at Yang Jian, like that

He is calm and serene, with a slight smile. Although he is still unable to speak or act, isn't this kind of warmth the dream he has been pursuing for thousands of years?

I think this day is also the day that my uncle most eagerly hopes for in his annual retreat!

After Chenxiang found Yang Jian in the forest, everyone didn't have much time with him. One was because it was announced that Yang Jian was killed in the fire in Liujiacun. In order to deceive the heaven, these people naturally couldn't visit often. The other was,

In order to break the formation, Yang Jian almost exhausted his life essence, relying on Agarwood to guard the crossing of the magic power without sleep, and it was inconvenient for outsiders to interfere with his treatment.

Later, Chenxiang was summoned by heaven to serve as the god of justice, but he thought hard and created a set of formations. With the power of the formations, he made his uncle sleep in seclusion and slowly healed his injuries. In order to prevent possible accidents, this formation was used during the healing process.

In addition, the most important thing is to defend against the enemy. Even she and the Third Holy Mother cannot enter the formation to visit if there is no agarwood present.

He was not afraid to use his true energy to set up formations, so that suddenly, his temples were covered with wisps of flying frost. Later, the wear and tear was too much, and he was unable to continue, so he had to take advantage of his position as the God of Justice to obtain the Holy Bamboo of the Taixu Mirror.

In the New Notre Dame Temple, a bamboo house is made of sacred bamboo instead.

But the bamboo house with the formation embedded in it was extremely tight. Except for him personally opening it with blood and formulas, no one in the Three Realms could pause the formation and forcefully rush into it.

Fortunately, the lives of gods are endless, so what if we can only see them once a year? As long as the uncle can slowly get better, more than a thousand years later, this family will finally have the opportunity to talk, laugh, and live a truly warm life.

Ordinary life...

She looked at the Three Holy Mothers again, and some past events flashed through her mind. After breaking out of the formation, Chen Xiang used immortal magic to stupefy her father, and held her mother in secret for a long time. Then, she sent herself to find Boss Kang and asked for a whole

A handful of forget-me-not.

From then on, the man Chen Xiang still respectfully called his father became a real drunkard who forgot all about the past.

And Meishan Laosi...

Xiaoyu put down the wine glass and covered up the flash of sneer on her face.

In the first month after entering the battle, Baihua Fairy completely disappeared from the Three Realms. Just like the fire in Liujia Village, Baihua Fairy's disappearance also created another confidant of Chen Xiang - of course, that was just a self-confidence.

Now, this confidant has become a hero who sacrificed his life in a fierce battle to slay demons. At today's court meeting, Liu Chenxiang, as his superior and junior, won for him an unprecedented victory in the imperial court.

Posthumous mourning and glory.

This honor can even benefit the living Meishan brothers a lot. Of course, as their boss, the most fair and competent judicial god in the three realms, Chen Xiang can naturally gain more praise and support.

Xiaoyu's palms shrunk in her sleeves seemed to feel the heat when they penetrated that person's chest again, but what she remembered more clearly was the relief and relief that flashed across that person's eyes after the shock and unwillingness.

She was suddenly envious of such ease. She didn't know when she and Chen Xiang would be able to have it.

Everyone at the table was still talking and laughing, whether it was intentional or not. Nezha drank a few more drinks, laughed for a while, suddenly stood up, rushed to Yang Jian, staggered, half-knelt down, and shouted: "Yang Jian

Brother, Brother Yang Jian, did you hear that? You...do you know that Nezha came to see you again?" Staring at Yang Jian's smile that never went away, there were faint tears in his eyes.

Chen Xiang was talking to Ao Chun, and when he saw this, he came over and pulled him up. He frowned and said, "Don't be like this, Third Prince, uncle will get better." Using strength in her hands, she pulled him back to his seat and whispered, "It's me today."

It's my uncle's birthday. If you lose your temper like this and make everyone feel sad and blame themselves, your uncle will be unhappy if he sees it!" Nezha looked back at him, nodded silently, but drank a glass of wine, only to choke.

I have to cough heavily.

Tears appeared in the eyes of even the Third Holy Mother. Chenxiang winked and Xiaoyu understood. She stood up with a smile, took the bowls and chopsticks from the hands of the Third Holy Mother, and said: "Mom, let me take care of uncle. Uncle.

I'm looking at you, you should be happy!" Chen Xiang also deliberately picked up a half-burnt crab, came closer and exclaimed exaggeratedly: "Mother, mother, look at this crab! Shouldn't it use three flavors?

It’s really a fire, right? If I had known that your fire was so powerful, next time some demon would cause trouble, my son would really want to ask you to personally take action and make a stew for thousands of miles..."

After a gag, the atmosphere at the banquet finally became relaxed again. Xiaoyu carefully waited on Yang Jian to eat, but for some unknown reason, she always looked away and never looked at him.

Family...

The interrupted thoughts were tumbling in her heart again. Many years ago, those words in the secret room were still as clear as yesterday. But for some reason, the hope that made her excited to the extreme, in recent years, has become more and more clear.

It feels more distant every year, which makes her dare not think about it, let alone touch the panic and coldness in her heart.

Such a long wait...but what kind of end will it be at the end of the wait?

She suddenly raised her head, looked for Agarwood on the table, and looked at it with rapt attention. There was no one who knew him better than her. No matter how he talked and laughed, underneath that almost overflowing relaxation and happiness, there was something hidden underneath.

A kind of depression and burden that she is more familiar with.

If there are too many secrets, they will become a big stone that cannot be moved away, stuck in the heart and in all the happiest times...

This banquet did not break up until late in the evening. The drunken boss Kang took the lead, and the five brothers kowtowed to Yang Jian one by one. He himself kowtowed one more time and murmured: "Second Master, I will take the fourth brother's place."

Say goodbye to you, he can't come to see you in person... Maybe in the future, I will have such a day. But don't worry too much, have a good rest, and don't worry about agarwood. As long as Brother Meishan has a breath, he will definitely

Take good care of him and help him fulfill his duties as the God of Justice with flying colors..."

Nezha, who was also drunk, got up in a hurry. He even forgot to say goodbye to the Third Holy Mother. He staggered towards Yang Jian and wanted to hug his body. His hands were stretched out in the air and trembled violently, but they finally did not fall down.

After the sound, Nezha turned around silently, stepped on the hot wheel, cracked the ground and sank downwards, disappearing into the deep darkness underground.

As in previous years, Longba Dingxiang left last and was responsible for cleaning up the messy wine table, so that San Shengsheng and her family could free up time to chat with Yang Jian about home affairs. After all, we can only see this one day a year, and for a moment,

Then it was time to send him back to the bamboo house to rest.

The Third Holy Mother reluctantly let go of her hand and watched Chenxiang pick up her second brother and walk towards the bamboo house. There were tears in her eyes, but more of them were happy. The despair and madness at the moment of the battle, even now, she is still

The memory is still fresh. Wouldn't it be great to be like this now? Perhaps she didn't even think that she could have such an elegant life, such a waiting full of hope.

Hope, what a wonderful obsession. No matter how much she missed, no matter how much time is needed, even if year after year, her second brother's injury remains the same and his indifferent smile, but as long as she has hope, she has enough

reasons to spend every day happily.

"I'm not doing this for myself." She whispered to herself, firmly believing it.

Only when you are happy can your second brother be happy, and all the past will become valuable...

Slowly starting the formation, the lush green color protected everything in the room, but Chen Xiang still stood there, with a cold light shining in his single eye. After a while, he breathed a sigh of relief, and slowly loosened his grip.

This habit of his uncle's left fist has now become his only way to control his mood.

"Come out, Xiaoyu." He said slowly, "Ten thousand years of magic power does not mean that you can follow me quietly."

There was a slight fluctuation in the air, and his wife appeared. She bit her lip and wanted to speak, but she didn't seem to know what to say. After a long time, she said: "You left the morning too late today. I came to Huashan first."

Chenxiang nodded, indicating that she knew.

Xiaoyu's expression suddenly became calm again, and she said: "But there is one thing you don't know. Before coming to Huashan, I went to the Moon Palace..." He raised his hand and took out a purple scarf from his sleeve.

Chenxiang smiled: "A gauze dress under the cool jade tree, as soft as clouds, as elegant as wind, and with the unique cinnamon fragrance of the Moon Palace, sometimes playing the piano, sometimes dancing. There are ecstasy songs, there are slender Pingting, Xiaoyu,

You must be very lucky."

Xiaoyu clutched the purple scarf tightly and felt that her voice was a little hoarse: "Aunt Chang'e is crazy... It was you who did it, right? When she first came out of the battle, she was in a state of despair, but over the years, she has gotten much better.

. Not only did he start dating, he also went down to the world to relax and enjoy singing with literati. You... why did you do this? "

Chenxiang was still smiling, her brows twitching, showing knife-like marks. As he walked out, he said softly: "Uncle loves her, doesn't he? Aunt Chang'e has always been proud of her love, hasn't she? Then
Chapter completed!