Chapter 119: I have a damaging trick, damaging to Lingshan but not to the poor Daoist

The desolate mountain road had passed, and the four of them, master and disciples, finally saw a village with people.

Tang An immediately took Nezha to buy paper, pens, inkstones, and other complete tools for reading and writing.

Tang An also bought all kinds of books.

She wanted Nezha to read! How could a dignified Great God of the Three Altars of the Sea of the Heavenly Court always drop the chain at the critical moment of praising his master!

Nezha: "Reading? What kind of punishment is reading?"

Nezha: "Writing? Is there anything more painful in this world than writing?"

Nezha: "This bookstore must have been bewitched by a demon, otherwise why would this Great God get sleepy as soon as I read a book!"

It was also since urging Nezha to study that the four-person group entered a period of chaotic days.

On one side, Nezha hid in the sky, refusing to study to death.

On the other side, Tang An chased below, holding a tree branch in her hand, looking very much like the feeling of letting Nezha experience a complete childhood.

Nezha: "Why don't you learn? Why don't you write?"

"Pah!" Tang An patted Nezha's head. "Because I am your master."

"Then the words you write aren't good-looking either."

"Pah!" Tang An corrected him again. "That's my personality."

Nezha took a deep breath, and flames surged on his body.

"Those! Are! My! Words!"

Tang An looked at Nezha, who was full of fire, and also took a deep breath.

"Hmph~"

It's no exaggeration, Nezha's fire went out all at once, and it went out so cleanly, as if he had been splashed with a basin of cold water from head to toe.

Looking at Tang An's teary-eyed appearance, even if he knew she was pretending, Nezha lost his temper.

"Are you writing or not?" Tang An pouted aggrievedly.

"Writing~" Nezha, who used to be three parts uninhibited and seven parts arrogant, now only had three parts sighing and seven parts helplessness.

Sigh~ What can I do, just write.

Sun Wukong and Yang Jian watched the show the whole time, and the corners of their mouths never came down.

"Fortunately, fortunately, our master didn't make me, Old Sun, learn to write."

Yang Jian tilted his head slightly when he heard this, signaling Sun Wukong to look back.

Tang An's magnified shadow appeared behind Sun Wukong, her smile very much like that "Hehehe~"

"Wukong~"

Sun Wukong held the Golden Cudgel. "Master~ can I, Old Sun, skip it?"

"No, way!"

With Sun Wukong's company, Nezha seemed to have finally found someone who shared the same illness, and his mood was much more relaxed.

After Tang An's transformation along the way, Nezha also learned to write poems, and Wukong could also write a few good-looking words when holding a pen.

As for herself, sigh, such painful things, just toss the disciples, how could she make things difficult for herself.

"I am eighteen this year! Who is not afraid in heaven and earth! If you ask if I can fight, I will beat you until you call me daddy!"

"Good! Good!!!" Tang An immediately applauded enthusiastically, having the feeling of my child growing up, with tears in her eyes.

It wasn't in vain, he could even write poems!

"But you are eighteen? This..."

"Just say if my poem rhymes or not."

"It rhymes, it rhymes, good!" No matter what, just praise it, never hit the child's confidence.

It was also from this day on, Nezha wrote poems when he was free, wrote poems when he was free, seventy or eighty soy sauce poems a day.

It made Sun Wukong want to beat the child, seventy or eighty a day! Isn't that more headache-inducing than the Tight-Fillet Spell!

Yang Jian watched the show the whole time, because his cultural class was the proper number one among the four, and he didn't need to be urged to practice at all.

"Master." Wukong put two wooden plugs in his ears to prevent Nezha from chanting poems like chanting scriptures.

"We have arrived at another mortal country, Master, are you busy with the tribulation?"

Sun Wukong knew that Tang An had the habit of expanding territory for Great Tang whenever she arrived in a mortal country.

So if he diverted her attention, she shouldn't have the heart to toss them.

"Mortal country, let me see..."

Tang An took out the map to look. She had been busy letting Wukong practice calligraphy and tutoring Nezha every day, and had forgotten about the scripture seeking.

"This is..."

Before Tang An finished speaking, she saw women driving carriages, women farming, and women walking in groups of three or two on the official road.

In short, there were many women, but no men were seen.

"This can't be, have we arrived at the Women's Kingdom?" Tang An hurriedly looked at the map. "We really arrived at the Women's Kingdom!"

In the original Journey to the West, this was the simplest, but also the most difficult pass for Tang Seng, the pass of love!

Tang An just wanted to say something, when she saw the carriage stop in front of the four of them, master and disciples.

At that moment, Tang An witnessed what a more powerful infatuated look than hers was.

"Men!"

"It's men!"

"Two men, one male monkey! But the monkey is also so handsome!"

"Quick! Sisters, men are here!"

"Hurry and notify, men have come to our Women's Kingdom!"

Tang An took a deep breath and widened her big, watery eyes.

"So fast!"

"Sure enough, at any time, you can't underestimate a woman's speed of eating melons!"

Almost at the same time the news spread, the four of them, master and disciples, saw women rushing toward them quickly.

"Quick! Run!"

Too scary! Too scary!

She just wanted to say that she was a woman, and she wasn't Tang Seng, so what was she afraid of in the tribulation of love.

But she really underestimated the enthusiasm of the women in the Women's Kingdom! It wasn't ordinary enthusiasm! It was almost exploding!

The four of them, master and disciples, retreated outside the border of the Women's Kingdom, and those women stopped inside the border and didn't chase them.

"If you have the ability..." Tang An immediately changed her words. "Don't come over!"

Sun Wukong was sweating profusely. "Master, why are these women more ferocious than monsters."

Tang An also wiped her sweat. "They are probably mainly here for you, it doesn't have much to do with me."

"Sigh~" Tang An had a flash of inspiration. "Wukong, do you want a wife?"

Sun Wukong waved his hands to refuse. "Master, I, Old Sun, am a monkey, a stone monkey, I don't want it, I don't want it."

Tang An looked at Yang Jian again. "Yang Jian, do you want a wife?"

Yang Jian also shook his head to refuse. "Judicial God, cannot move feelings." Well, didn't expect this sentence to be such a good excuse at this time.

"That makes sense." Tang An looked at Nezha again. "You..."

Before she finished speaking, her mouth was covered by Nezha.

When he touched Tang An's face, his own face turned red.

However... her face was so tender, fleshy, and felt very comfortable to pinch.

"Nezha!"

Tang An bit his hand, but he didn't let go, letting Tang An bite.

In short, just don't say that sentence, otherwise he always felt uncomfortable in his heart, very tight, couldn't describe it, in short, it was uncomfortable.

"Sigh~" Tang An couldn't bite him, so she simply gave up.

"Then how about... we sneak over?"

The three disciples looked at each other and nodded tacitly.

"By the way, you must remember, the water in this Women's Kingdom cannot be drunk. There is a Child-Mother River inside, and you will get pregnant if you drink it."

Yang Jian had heard of it, but hadn't really seen it. "Will men also get pregnant?"

"Yes."

Sun Wukong shuddered at the thought of his big belly, and hurriedly dispelled the imagined picture.

"This Women's Kingdom is really terrible, the people are terrible, and the water is terrible, Master, let's go quickly."

"Okay, let's go..." Tang An suddenly remembered something. "Wait."

"The water of the Child-Mother River, men can also get pregnant, Western Heaven..."

"Right!" Tang An was immediately very excited, and her signature bad smile appeared again. "I have a damaging trick to ask for some interest from Sakyamuni, do you want to hear it?" ===== CHAPTER 120 =====