"It's not necessary. If the princess really doesn't want to, the monk won't force it, but..."
"But what?"
"It's just that the little dragon and the princess have been together day and night in this black water river for more than a year. If the princess is still in perfect condition, will anyone believe it?"
Chen San thought that in this era of Journey to the West, both humans, demons, immortals and gods should attach great importance to honor and integrity. After listening to his words, the Princess of Heishui River would probably give up her unrealistic and false ideas and be down-to-earth with the little dragon.
Be a couple for life.
But after all, I still think that this world is too beautiful.
Princess Heishuihe chuckled: "So what if I'm already married to him? Is the holy monk so sure that I can't find another husband?"
Chen San was indeed surprised, but he seemed to understand.
It seems that reputation cannot really be used as a shackle to restrain women from pursuing happiness.
But seeing how Princess Heishuihe spoke so lightly, it felt like she treated chastity just like eating and drinking. This attitude was hard for Chen San to accept.
The three views have not collapsed, but have been slightly cracked.
...
After the words were divided, Xiao Bailong embarked on the road to the West Sea. Looking at the increasingly familiar scenery, his heart gradually became heavy.
The spring grass is still green, but the old friend is no longer there.
His mother is a mortal after all, and has passed away for hundreds of years. Xiao Bailong has even forgotten what his mother looked like.
But in that village on the west coast, the stones on the coast are still there.
Xiao Bailong remembered that this was the place where his mother would go every day, and he would stand there for half a day, just wanting to take one more look at Ao Run, who had turned into a young man in the past.
Although I can return to the Xihai Crystal Palace for a few days every year, I rarely see Ao Run.
Men in the world are the most ruthless. Ao Rungui is the ruler of the West Sea and enjoys all the glory and respect. How can he give up thousands of new loves for a mortal woman?
Xiao Bailong's mother is selfish and cannot bear to see others take away her husband's love.
But selfishness is human nature.
Since his mother passed away in depression, Xiao Bailong no longer has any affection for Xihai, and only indifference remains.
Colder and indifferent than the sea water in winter.
He was so indifferent that even though Little White Dragon had already arrived at the West Sea, he didn't want to touch even the slightest bit of water from the West Sea.
Seeing the patrolling Yaksha from a distance, he flew over in the clouds and stopped on top of Yaksha's head without saying a word.
Yasha felt that the person in front of him looked familiar, so he asked: "Your Excellency..."
"I'm Ao Lie."
At Yasha's level, he obviously didn't deserve to know that Xiao Bailong had been disguising himself as a man since he was a child, so he was immediately stunned.
But he still had an impression of Xiao Bailong's voice.
"Three...the third prince..."
Yasha didn't know what to call Xiao Bailong.
Little Bailong didn't say much to it, and said coldly: "Please send a message to Ao Run. I am here to deliver the message on the orders of the holy monk from the east."
Yasha hesitated for a moment, then turned over and dived into the water.
In the time it took for a cup of tea, a row of huge waves rose from the sea. As the waves surged, Ao Run floated to the surface surrounded by more than a thousand aquatic people.
The meeting of father and daughter is also the meeting of enemies.
But Ao Run still took into account Xiao Bailong's current status and nodded slightly: "Is there anything the holy monk wants you to convey?"
His tone was as cold as Xiao Bailong's.
Xiao Bailong's eyes were full of disgust, so he looked at the vast sea and said softly: "Cousin Longlong caused trouble in the Blackwater River, robbed the River God's mansion, occupied the River God's daughter, and killed hundreds of creatures in the Blackwater River.
After master learned about it, he ordered me to come and inform him."
Ao Run's face was gloomy: "If the dragon does evil, the holy monk can punish him, so what's the use of asking you to inform me?"
Xiao Bailong said: "Master said that there must be someone behind Cousin Long's reckless behavior. The person who untied the bell must also tie the bell. Since he left from the West Sea, he should be properly handled by the West Sea."
really.
The little dragon went to the Heishui River, indeed under Ao Run's instructions.
But he never allowed him to occupy other people's water mansions.
But everyone knows this kind of thing.
He knew clearly that there was a river god in the Heishui River, but he still let the dragon go to cultivate his moral character. Didn't this make it clear what he wanted the dragon to do?
What kind of temperament does Long Long have? How could he, his uncle, not know it?
But Ao Run and Na Ao Guang are the same as each other. He would never admit such a thing. Hearing the doubts in Xiao Bailong's words, he immediately took the lead and said, "You are making empty claims. Please don't avenge yourself and frame me."
Xiao Bailong smiled coldly: "I'm just here to convey a message. If you have anything to say, tell my master yourself!"
The "rebellious son" whom he had easily manipulated in the past actually spoke to him in such a tone now, and in front of so many people, Ao Run's old face suddenly became a little uneasy, and just as he was about to get angry, he saw Xiao Bailong speaking again.
"Master also said that if the Dragon King insisted on protecting his own life and ignored the matter, he would have no choice but to escort Cousin Dragon to heaven and tell the Jade Emperor the truth."
A mighty man in golden armor stood next to Ao Run and stepped forward: "Third sister, are you threatening my father?"
Xiao Bailong looked at the man and moved slightly: "Brother, you are serious. How dare I threaten the mighty Dragon King of the West Sea at will? I am just passing the message on behalf of the master, and the rest has nothing to do with me."
When Ao Run heard this, he snorted coldly and raised his dragon whiskers slightly: "You rebellious girl, don't think that just because you are close to the Eastern Holy Monk, you can ridicule him in front of me!"
Little White Dragon was not afraid at all: "The Dragon King is above me, whatever you want, I have already brought the message, so I will say goodbye. However, remembering the past friendship, I still want to remind you that if I return without success, I will wait until Senior Brother comes in person."
, I’m afraid you won’t be as amiable as I am.”
As soon as he heard about Sun Wukong, Ao Run's face instantly turned pale. The fear that had been engraved in his soul in the past clearly emerged again. His aura suddenly disappeared, and he looked at the prince Mo'ang beside him as if inquiring.
Mo Aung raised his hands and said: "Father, why don't I go to the Blackwater River with my third sister and bring my cousin back, so as not to damage the harmony between my father and Buddhism."
Although Ao Run was reluctant in every possible way, he was frightened by Sun Wukong's strength and Lingshan's face, so he finally nodded helplessly.
When the little white dragon saw that the mission was completed, he stopped staying and turned back.
...
Blackwater River, Princess Boudoir.
Chen San and Princess Heishuihe were in the same room. They looked at each other inadvertently, and then involuntarily turned their heads to look away. This happened several times, and the atmosphere was awkward and subtle.
In the end, Chen San tentatively walked to the bed and sat down cautiously on the other side.
Princess Heishuihe also looked nervous, her pink fists tightly holding the corners of her skirt, her chest rising and falling slightly.
"Holy monk, you are not..."
Chen San waved his hand: "Princess, please don't misunderstand me. This poor monk has stood for too long and his legs are just numb."
Princess Heishuihe smiled awkwardly: "I think the holy monk's cultivation is not weak, how can he be like a mortal with numb legs and weak feet?"
Chen San couldn't help but frown: "It's true that the poor monk's legs are numb, but how can he start with soft feet?"
Princess Heishuihe didn't believe what Chen San said. She just thought he was in the same room with her, suddenly enlightened, and regretted rejecting her just now.