Chapter 25: : Wu Xiang

Xiaguang Ruiqi enveloped the Tibetan Classical Pavilion.

Here is the Tibetan Pavilion?

Standing in front of the Tibetan Classics, Sun Wukong looked up at the towering high-rise building.
His heart pounded and seemed to resonate with the tall buildings.
Pushing open the door to the Zangjing Pavilion, Sun Wukong stepped in and then another fell.
"Damn!"
Sun Wukong fell to the ground.
He touched the ground and found a banana peel: "How can there be banana peel here?"
"Everything is here."
A female voice rang.
Sun Wukong looked up and saw a woman with a in front of her head coming over.
"You are the new book boy?"
The woman looked at Sun Wukong and said: "There is a command from you, you can't enter the Tibetan Classics."
She couldn't help but say that she took out Sun Wukong.
"This is your location."
The woman brought Sun Wukong under a tree with a table.
"Your future work is to receive those new disciples who have returned books..."
When the woman had not finished, Sun Wukong saw an elephant suddenly rushing out and violently knocking out the woman.
Sun Wukong looked stunned.
Where are the elephants in the sky?
"In short, you are a goalkeeper."
Soon after, the woman limped back and said: "If someone comes back to the book, you will keep the book and hand it over to me."
Sun Wukong nodded, and some worried asked: "Are you okay?"
"Nothing."
The woman slowly walked into the Tibetan Classics and closed the door.
Sun Wukong had no choice but to settle down here.
In the afternoon, a group of young men in armor came over.
"What are you doing?"
Sun Wukong called them.
"Let's return the book."
The disciples were stunned and looked around: "Is the broom star not there?"
"trouble marker?"
Sun Wukong did not know why, suddenly remembered the woman.
Is she a broomstick?
He shook his head and said, "I am the new bookkeeper, you give me the book."
The disciples suddenly breathed a sigh of relief: "Thank you."
They handed the book to Sun Wukong and then escaped.
Sun Wukong picked up the book and read it. It was a small path of practice, but it was very detailed. It was somewhat different from the teachings of the founders. Sun Wukong also looked at the well.
Tiangong apparently did not want him to enter the Tibetan Classics. Sun Wukong also endured the temper. Every time someone returned a book, he would read it before handing it over to the broom star.
There are not many women, but she is indeed a broomstick.
After Sun Wukong saw her being eaten by a phoenix, she confirmed her identity.
For the disciples of the three thousand immortals, Sun Wukong is also a weirdo.
The disciples who have soared from the ladder, which one is not one-minded, madly cultivated, only Sun Wukong, sitting under the tree all day, is very strange.
Although strange, the disciples could not help but feel good about him.
When it comes to communicative competence, no one is comparable to Sun Wukong. In less than half a year, all the disciples are familiar with him, and the younger disciples are running all day long.
Another day, Sun Wukong was reading a book, and a young man suddenly came over.
"You are the nerd?"
Asked the young man.
Sun Wukong looked up.
"It's you."
Sun Wukong recognized the youth: "Are you also here to return books?"
"It turned out to be you, I have been looking for you for a long time."
When the youth saw Sun Wukong, his eyes were bright: "I will borrow the game, but this is not important..."
He moved a large stone, sat in front of Sun Wukong, and then set up a chess table on the table.
"Come, follow me to the next game!"
"No."
Sun Wukong frowned slightly: "I want to read a book."
"Look at what books, your books are boring."
When the young man glanced at the book in Sun Wukong’s hand, he took out a book from his body and threw it away:
It’s not as interesting as mine.

Sun Wukong took a look and was taken aback: "How come you have this kind of book?"
This is not a heavenly book, but a real avenue.
"I am jealous."
The young man replied: "You play chess with me, I will lend you this book for a day."
Sun Wukong immediately agreed: "Okay."
He played chess with the youth.
This time, it became a convention. I don’t know why. Young people like to play chess with him. There will be two days in three days, and it will be half a day.
"The people here are boring, or hello."
The youth said with joy: "The chess fairy doesn't know why, the old told me to practice, I obviously want to play chess."
"With your qualifications, it’s too hard to play chess."
Said Sun Wukong.
"I don't think you are guilty, they are what they are!"
The young man said, suddenly heard the wind on his head.
He looked up and saw a woman's flying through the sky.
"You are really interesting here."
The young man couldn’t help but marvel: "There are still dramas every day!"
"That's not a drama."
Sun Wukong shook his head: "You will come less later, I like to read quietly."
"That won't work, I like to play chess."
The young man said.
Both of them are handsome people, getting together and gradually becoming rumors that no one is more heartless than them.
The supernatant also heard the news and frowned slightly.
"We have to drive the kid out, there is him, and you don't study hard at all."
He said to the Taibai Venus.
The Jade Emperor chose the chess track, and the Qing Dynasty had to secretly send the Avenue of Heaven to the past.
But what disappointed him was that the Jade Emperor had smashed the Bible, but he did not look at it.
"It is not good?"
Contrary to the supernatant, Taibai Jinxing is very happy.
"Your Majesty likes to play chess, you let him play for a few more years, what are you worried about?"
The supernatant frowned slightly: "You are not kidding?"
"Of course not." Taibai Jinxing smiled and said: "I haven't seen my Majesty so happy for a long time."
Every day, I saw two young people talking about chess. In the heart of Platinum, I was a little happy.
"His Majesty is in charge of the Three Realms. For him, such a life is very valuable."
Taibaijinxing said: "You let him rest for a few years, why not."
The supernatant looked dark and thought about it. The jade emperor is now playing chess every day, and he can see the joy from the heart.
But that is the case, he also has to protect him.
"I still don't feel relieved."
The supernatant said: "You go to the local government to investigate and see if there is anyone like Wu Xiang."
He always felt that Wu Xiang was a bit wrong, and the meaning of the Tibetan Classics was too great. But how can a person change, life and death books can not be faked.
Taibai Jinxing came to the government, and the king listened to the reason and immediately made people look up.
"Wu Xiang, Wu Xiang..."
The judges looked for it on the dense list.
He looked for two hours, his eyes were a little tired, and a butterfly suddenly flashed on the page.
The judge opened the page and looked at it.
"Ah, I found it and found it."
He quickly handed over the name he found to Taibai Venus.
"Look, this is the Wu Xiang..."
When Taibai Jinxing saw it, he was relieved and went back to report the supernatant.
There is no doubt about the supernatant.