"... It is said that there is a country overseas in Dongsheng Shenzhou, called Aolai Country. The country is close to the sea, and there is a mountain in the sea, called Huaguo Mountain..."
"...The boulder contained immortal cells, which burst open one day and laid a stone egg, as big as a ball. When it saw the wind, it turned into a stone monkey..."
In the hall, Yang Zhen was talking about "Journey to the West" with spitfire. The same five women were still in the hall, listening attentively and immersed in it.
Na Yue'er was even more excited when she got what she wanted. She clapped her hands from time to time when she heard the wonderful things, and sometimes even commented:
"There is a cave behind the waterfall. It's really interesting. I will also find a place like this to play in the future..."
"Sun Wukong, that's a nice name..."
"Oh, three taps on my head means the middle of the night. Mom, you just tapped me three times on the head. Do you also want to secretly teach me Taoism in the middle of the night?"
Several people nearby laughed loudly, and the lady grabbed Yue'er angrily and hit Yue'er three more times on the head with "Bang Bang Bang". A red mark suddenly appeared on Yue'er's forehead, which was as white as jade.
"Mommy, grandma hit me again..." Yue'er made a bitter face and looked like she was about to cry.
Mammy took Yue'er with a smile and stroked her forehead, and the red marks disappeared immediately. Just as Yue'er was proudly making faces at her mother, "Bang Bang Bang", she was hit three more times on the forehead by her nanny.
"Bad nanny, you bullied me too!" Yue'er pouted and yelled.
"Hahaha", Caiyan Caiyun next to her laughed so hard that her waist bent.
…
In this happy atmosphere of fighting and fighting, Yang Zhen suddenly stopped and said:
"...On this day, the Monkey King was sleeping when he saw two people holding a piece of approval document with the three words 'Sun Wukong' on it. They came closer and without saying anything, they put on a rope and took the Monkey King's The soul is gone!"
"The spirit of the Monkey King was taken away by a little ghost. Is he still alive? If you want to know what happened next, please listen to the next episode!"
After saying this, Yang Zhen stopped talking and looked at everyone with a smile.
"Oh, my soul is gone, is my life still there? Xiao Langjun, continue talking!" This was Caiyun's voice.
"Yes, why don't you talk anymore?" Na Yue'er stopped making trouble and looked at Yang Zhen with her big black eyes.
"You're such a cunning kid. The story ends here. I won't be able to sleep well tonight." Grandma also joked happily.
Madam was the one who talked about etiquette the most: "Caiyan, give Young Master Yang a cup of tea so that he can moisten his throat and take a rest."
Caiyan responded and brought a cup of tea with a small purse in her hand: "This is what Madam rewards you for."
This is a reward to encourage updates! Yang Zhen was secretly amused. He didn't stop the story here for the reward.
On the way here, he had thought about it. The story he wanted to tell this time would have to be a long one, and he couldn't finish it in three days and three nights.
Why? Just because his "status" in Zhao Mansion is still very unstable. His so-called "can't remember past events, don't know his life experience" answer, and he doesn't know how others will deal with it. Maybe it's not impossible to drive him away tomorrow.
In this case, of course he must seize this opportunity to tell a story and tell a long series so that they will want to listen to it and feel itchy until they hear the ending. In this way, the possibility of him staying in Zhao Mansion may be increased.
Thinking of this, Yang Zhen quickly responded: "Madam, Mammy, Miss Yue'er, my story is still very long, and I can't finish it even if it takes three days and three nights. How about we stop here today? I will continue it tomorrow. speak."
The lady nodded slightly and asked Caiyan next to her, knowing that it was already Haishi.
"It's really getting late, so whatever, you can continue talking tomorrow."
"It can't stop here. Tell me quickly. Sun Wukong's soul was taken away. What happened next?" Yue'er refused, and quickly urged Yang Zhen to tell another story.
Yang Zhen looked at everyone, all looking forward to it, and Yue'er even looked like "If you don't stop talking for a while, don't even think about leaving."
Alas, I still have to add more updates. Yang Zhen laughed sarcastically and continued to tell.
This lecture lasted for more than a quarter of an hour, and it did not end until Sun Wukong went to heaven with the Taibai Venus.
"When we get to heaven, what official title will the Jade Emperor give him?" Yue'er continued to ask about the plot, wanting to hear more.
Yang Zhen ignored her and bowed to everyone in the hall, indicating that this would be the end of the story for today.
This time, except for Yue'er, a "loyal fan", no one else made things difficult for Yang Zhen. Afterwards, they arranged for the maid to take him back.
…
Yang Zhen closed the door. After the maid who sent him away walked away, she impatiently came to the bed and lifted the quilt.
There is a wooden carving placed beside the bed. Three spiritual drops were lying beside him, one in total.
There were stones at the end of the bed. Yang Zhen fumbled with her hands for a while. Stones, spirit drops, one, two...
There are only two spirit drops! Sure enough, another one is missing!
It turns out that it’s really your rock that caused the trouble!
Yang Zhen, half excited and half surprised, took the stone in her hand, came to the table, and examined it carefully under the moonlight.
Under the moonlight, the stones were dark and nothing unusual could be seen.
Yang Zhen took another spiritual drop, pressed it tightly against the stone, and carefully observed the changes.
There is no change, they are just two completely unrelated things.
Yang Zhen thought for a moment and pressed the Ling Drop on the stone hard. After pressing it for a while, there was no change.
Could it be that I made a mistake? still……
Yang Zhen thought of the chemistry experiment done in middle school. Maybe the stone has just been full, just like in a saturated solution, the solute cannot continue to dissolve.
Thinking of this, Yang Zhen simply held the stone and the spirit drop tightly with her hands, then lay on the bed and slowly fell asleep...
…
Yang Zhen suddenly opened her eyes!
He found himself in a very strange place.
It was surrounded by black smoke, and there was a small piece of flat land in the middle, about eleven or twelve square meters in size. The dim light coming from nowhere allowed him to see clearly the black soil beneath his feet.
Where am I? Are you dreaming?
But why is my consciousness so clear?
Yang Zhen pinched his face with his hand, and he could feel the pain.
This is not a dream!
Yang Zhen frowned and looked around. The dark smoke was like the deepest night, without any light coming through.
He tried to use his hand to reach into the smoke. At first it seemed like water mist, but soon his hand seemed to be stuck in a quagmire. The further he moved forward, the greater the resistance. In the end, no matter how hard he tried, he could no longer stretch his hand forward.
But there is no obstacle to taking it back.
He looked down at the ground and saw a clear shoe print on the soft ground.
I seemed to have slept with my clothes on just now...
He squatted down and took off his shoes... They were the new shoes he changed into today at the Zhao Mansion. He broke them off hard and bent them into a right angle. After releasing his hand, the shoes returned to their original shape with a buzzing sound.
It's not a projection, it's a real thing, Yang Zhen concluded.
He continued to look at the ground, and suddenly, a few small beads came into his sight.
One, two, three, four...four in total!
This seems to be a spiritual drop?
Yang Zhen was overjoyed and rushed over.
He grabbed a spiritual drop with his hand, and felt something wrong as soon as he touched it. With a little force, the spiritual drop turned into powder and sprinkled on the ground.
This was a sign of running out of spiritual energy, and Yang Zhen frowned slightly.
Then he grabbed the second and third ones, and the same behavior occurred. There were two small piles of powder on the ground.
The last one was still hard. Yang Zhen wanted to pick it up, but felt like something was pulling it underneath.
Yang Zhen moved her head closer curiously, and he saw a thin green bud, very thin, about the same as a hair.
Xiya rolled up the spiritual drop one after another, and Yang Zhen seemed to feel that she was absorbing the spiritual energy inside.
Yang Zhen touched the spirit drop lightly, and then he found that Xiya moved, and seemed to wrap the spirit drop tighter.
In this way, it looks like a little squirrel holding on to its own hazelnut.
Yang Zhen couldn't help but smile. He had a strange feeling, as if there was a young life in this bud, so fragile that it seemed that it would die at any time, which made him feel pity.
He simply lay down on the ground and stared with wide eyes to see how the tiny bud absorbed the spiritual energy of the spirit drop.
After looking at it for a long time, Yang Zhen didn't see anything interesting. It's not like sucking water through a straw and seeing the liquid flowing in the tube.
But gradually, he found that the color of this spiritual drop was gradually dimming. This was the phenomenon of spiritual energy being absorbed.
Looking at the thin buds, it seems that they have become thicker and greener.
"Since you like it, I'll give you another one."
Yang Zhen touched her arms and found that the cloth bag she had placed here before going to bed was also there. He opened the cloth bag, took out a spiritual drop, and placed it next to the bud.
He counted the remaining spirit drops, and there were still twenty-five.
"Twenty-five, four, one, thirty in total. Thirty?"
Yang Zhen suddenly slapped her head and thought of something.
He checked his bag, sleeves, and the ground again.
The pebble is gone!
Am I...inside the stone? Only then did Yang Zhen react belatedly.
Oh my gosh! I'm actually inside a small rock!
How did I get in? This, this is not important. Me, how should I get out!
Yang Zhen became anxious and looked at the dark smoke in the sky. It was three or four heights away from him, and he couldn't reach it no matter how hard he jumped.
"Hey, is there anyone?" Yang Zhen called softly to the black mist: "Did you pull me in? I, I want to get out."
"I'll come back next time, let me out now!"
"Give me some face, we have no grievances and no grudges..."
"How about I tell you a story? Once upon a time, there was Huaguo Mountain..."
"Let me sing you another song, you are like that fire..."
"Brother, no, uncle, please let me out..."
"let me out--"
…
There was silence and no response. Yang Zhen said she was tired and collapsed on the ground.
He once again leaned in front of Xiya and watched her absorb spiritual energy. In this small and enclosed space, this became the only thing he could do.
After an unknown amount of time, the fourth spirit drop rolled onto the ground. Yang Zhen touched it lightly and shattered into powder.
Yang Zhen pushed the fifth spirit drop to Xiya's side. The thin bud touched the spirit drop, but instead of curling up, it spread straight out. Like a well-fed baby, stretching out its limbs.
What finally appeared in front of Yang Zhen's eyes was a seedling about two inches tall and as thick as a pin. Her whole body is green, but her roots are milky white...
You are not a green onion, are you? Yang Zhen muttered. In the past, his family had grown green onions as bonsai. When they came out, there were a lot of them, which looked very similar to the little thing in front of him.
Yang Zhen touched the seedling again with the spirit drop, but the seedling still ignored it and just stretched its body.
"Maybe I'm full." Yang Zhen remembered the experiment she did before going to bed.
He was already very sleepy by now. The singing and dancing just now consumed too much of his energy. Finally, his eyelids closed and he fell asleep next to the seedling.
PS: There is only one chapter today. The first volume ends tomorrow.
