nyslfriends Chapter 55 Do you really think I can only reason without taking action? Yang Jian doesn't belie
Chapter 55 Do you really think I can only reason without taking action? Yang Jian doesn't belie
Lu Chen's words just now hit this nerve.
"You are also someone who has been wronged by the system."
"You know better than anyone how rotten the rules of Heaven are."
"You yourself are a victim."
"What gives you the right to criticize people like yourself?"
Yang Jian sat at the stone table.
Not moving at all.
The sweet potato in my hand was squeezed so tightly it was a little deformed.
a long time.
Yang Jian looked down at the sweet potato in his hand that had been squeezed out of shape.
I let go.
Place the sweet potato on the table.
"I'm here today," Yang Jian's voice was a few decibels lower than before, "to inquire about the situation on the orders of the Jade Emperor."
"You've seen the situation."
"I saw it."
"How do you plan to explain this when you get back?"
Yang Jian stood up.
Pick up the three-pointed double-edged knife.
"I'll go back and tell the Jade Emperor the truth."
"Tell me the truth?"
"It's true that this place is home to a group of people rejected by the Heavenly Court and the Buddhist sect."
He paused for a moment.
"But they live better here than in Heaven."
Sun Wukong's lips curled into a smile.
Yang Jian strode out.
I stopped at the gate of the courtyard.
"Lu Chen".
"Um."
"You..."
Yang Jian did not turn around.
"Your mouth is more powerful than your stick."
"Thank you for the compliment."
Yang Jian is gone.
The celestial dog turned back for one last look at the pile of sweet potatoes beside the campfire, and wagged its tail reluctantly.
Then, following Yang Jian's golden light, they disappeared at the mouth of the valley.
Sun Wukong watched the golden light disappear into the distance, then slowly leaned back against the tree.
"This person has changed."
"What's changed?" Nezha asked.
"The Yang Jian of the past would not have said something like 'They live better here than in Heaven'."
Sun Wukong chewed on grass, squinting his eyes.
"A thorn in this person's heart has loosened."
Yang Jian left the manor.
We walked out of the valley.
We arrived at a wide-open flat area outside the valley.
Then he stopped.
The Celestial Hound squatted at his feet and looked up at him.
Yang Jian stood there, his three-pointed, double-edged sword planted firmly on the ground, without moving.
he was thinking.
Thinking about what Lu Chen just said.
I think of the faces of those people in that courtyard.
Think of the tower that the child named Nezha was clutching in his hand.
I think of that jade rabbit, cowering beside the flower field, too afraid to look at anyone.
I think of Princess Iron Fan standing at the kitchen door, her hands covered in flour.
Everyone has a story of being mistreated.
He understood every story.
Because he himself has one.
But he wasn't there to hear stories.
He came to find out what was going on.
"Understanding the situation" means figuring out just how capable this mortal named Lu Chen really is.
He's seen firsthand how powerful someone can talk.
But being good at talking doesn't mean being good at punching.
What the Heavenly Court needs to know is the power of force.
Yang Jian turned around.
Look towards the direction of the mountain villa.
He made a decision.
With a flash of golden light, Yang Jian reappeared at the entrance of the manor.
Nezha was whittling a wooden stick at the door when he saw Yang Jian return and was taken aback.
"Why are you back again?"
"Looking for your Lu Chen."
"what?"
Yang Jian did not answer Nezha's question.
He walked straight into the courtyard.
Lu Chen was still sitting on the stone stool, and the tea in his bowl had been replaced.
"Erlang Shen."
"Um."
"Did you forget something?"
"No." Yang Jian walked up to Lu Chen, took the three-pointed double-edged sword from his shoulder, and held it in his hand.
"I'd like to spar with you."
The courtyard fell silent instantly.
Red Boy's sweet potato fell into the fire.
Pigsy sprang out of the vegetable garden.
Sha Wujing gripped the broom tightly.
Princess Iron Fan took a half step back from the kitchen doorway.
Sun Wukong flipped down from the tree, slammed his golden cudgel into the ground, and his eyes lit up.
"Yang Jian, do you want to make a move?"
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"This is none of your business." Yang Jian didn't even look at Sun Wukong, his gaze fixed on Lu Chen. "I'm with him."
Sun Wukong's mouth twisted into a smirk.
He didn't stop him.
He knew Yang Jian's temperament.
Once this person makes a decision, no one can stop them.
And to be honest, Sun Wukong himself also wanted to see it.
What would it be like if Yang Jian and Lu Chen fought?
Lu Chen put down his bowl and stood up.
He patted the dust off his bottom.
"OK."
"Where can I get it?"
"Outside the courtyard," Yang Jian glanced at the yard, "your yard is too small. It's inconvenient for a fight."
"That's true. Last time, Red Boy breathed fire and burned half of the vegetable garden."
Pigsy let out a howl from behind.
The two walked out of the courtyard gate one after the other.
We walked to the open flat area outside the valley.
That's the place where Yang Jian just stopped.
Everyone from the resort came out with them.
Sun Wukong squatted on a large rock at the mouth of the valley, his golden cudgel resting across his knees.
Nezha hovered in mid-air, riding on his Wind Fire Wheels.
Red Boy climbed up a big tree next to him.
Pigsy and Sandy stood at the back.
Princess Iron Fan leaned against the stone wall at the mouth of the valley.
The Jade Rabbit hid behind Princess Iron Fan, only showing half of its head.
Yang Jian stood at the northern end of the flat land.
A three-pointed, double-edged sword was held horizontally in front of him.
The Heavenly Eye opened slightly, and golden light flowed around it.
Lu Chen stood at the southern end of the flat land.
He pulled the broken wooden stick from his waist and held it upright at his side.
The two were ten zhang apart.
"Let me make this clear first," Yang Jian's voice was calm, "I'm not here to risk my life. I'm just going to test a couple of moves. I'll leave after that."
"Okay. You go first."
Yang Jian didn't waste any words.
With a swift movement.
Disappeared.
Only a blur remained in place.
The next instant, he appeared directly above Lu Chen.
A three-pointed, double-edged sword descended from the sky, its blade enveloped in a layer of pale golden celestial energy.
fast.
Extremely fast.
It was so fast that even Sun Wukong only had time to see a golden arc.
Lu Chen raised his wooden stick.
Boom!
The ground exploded.
A pit three zhang in diameter spread out from beneath their feet.
The moment the three-pointed double-edged sword and the wooden stick collided, the shockwave exploded in all directions.
Nezha was jolted and tilted in mid-air.
Red Boy almost fell off the tree.
It's a 50/50 split.
The first move is to make it a 50/50 split.
Yang Jian frowned slightly.
He knew Lu Chen could hold his own. This was the talk of the entire Three Realms.
But experiencing it firsthand is different from just hearing about it.
That feeling was so strange.
He gave it his all.
The opponent is using their full strength.
Not a penny more.
Not a penny less.
just.
It was so precise, it looked like someone had measured it with a ruler.
Yang Jian leaped back three zhang (approximately 10 meters) to steady himself.
He did not continue using the knife.
His body began to change.
Seventy-three transformations.
This is Yang Jian's signature move.
It has one more transformation than Sun Wukong's seventy-two transformations.
This extra change is something Yang Jian is very proud of.
Back when he fought Sun Wukong, it was this transformation that gave him the last bit of the upper hand.
Yang Jian's body shrank instantly, transforming into a hawk.
With a wingspan of over ten feet and iron claws like hooks, it swept low over the ground and pounced straight at Lu Chen's face.
Lu Chen's figure also changed.
An identical eagle.
Same wingspan, same iron claws, same speed, same angle.
Two eagles were locked in a fierce struggle in the air, claws to claws, wings to wings, and beaks to beaks.
It's a 50/50 split.
Yang Jian's Heavenly Eye flashed briefly in the eagle's eye.
Scatter!
The eagle dispersed, and Yang Jian transformed into a giant silver python.
The python's body was as thick as a water bucket, its scales gleaming coldly, and it opened its mouth to wrap around Lu Chen.
Lu Chen has changed too.
An identical silver python.
The two pythons coiled, twisted, and rolled on the ground, grinding two deep furrows into the earth.
It's a 50/50 split.