Chapter 212: Yang Jian, a kind of old father

Clearly, everyone didn't know what Tang An meant by interesting.

They only knew that Tang An's eyes were shining, as if she had seen something extraordinary.

"Does Master have a good idea again?" Sun Wukong asked.

Tang An's excited heart was heaving. She was thinking, with this Split-Sky Claw, could she cross the space here and go to other places?

If other spaces could be reached, did it also mean that she could go home? Could she come and go as she pleased?

"Master?" Yang Jian waved his hand in front of Tang An, and Tang An came back to her senses.

Tang An didn't make it public, breathing steadily. Because she knew that now was not the time to expose this matter.

She also didn't know what the background of this so-called system was. And what was the intention of the Saint behind the system?

This matter still needed her to consider slowly. After all, she didn't know if, after using the Split-Sky Claw, the variables of the Journey to the West Calamity would completely lose control.

"I'm in a good mood today; I want to eat big pork knuckles and drink fruit wine."

Sun Wukong laughed. "Is Master not afraid of getting drunk again?"

"Not afraid, I'll drink some low-alcohol ones, and we'll all drink together." Tang An looked at her three disciples. "But I have to trouble you three to see who will go buy more food."

Nezha slid forward, holding his spear. "I'll go."

"Third Brother." Yang Jian stopped Nezha. "You and I will go together; it just so happens I also want to see about buying some things for Chenxiang."

"Hmm."

After the two finished speaking, they flew away together.

On the street.

Two men walked through it, one mature, steady, and dashing, the other a young man, flamboyant, all attracting many women to stop and look.

Nezha had long been accustomed to such gazes; he only had eyes for the restaurant.

While the two were waiting for the cooked dishes in the private room, they drank and chatted.

"Third Brother." Yang Jian poured a glass of wine for Nezha and handed it to him.

"Hmm?" Nezha's gaze returned from outside the window because the street seemed to be celebrating some festival, which was quite lively.

Night had just fallen, and the lights were dim; he thought Tang An would definitely like such a lively scene.

"What are you thinking about?"

"Thinking about whether to ask Monkey Brother to bring her here to eat." Nezha answered without hesitation.

Yang Jian smiled. "Good, I will ask Putian Ying to send a message." He glanced at Putian Ying, and Putian Ying flew away.

"But before Master and the others arrive, Second Brother wants to ask you some questions."

"Second Brother, just ask."

"What do you think Master is like?"

"Like sugar."

"Sugar?" Yang Jian repeated with a smile. "Then does Third Brother know that if sugar is always held in the hand, plus the roasting of your Samadhi True Fire, it will soon melt in the palm?"

Nezha didn't understand Yang Jian's meaning. "I keep it put away; it won't melt."

Yang Jian sighed; how should he express it tactfully?

"Do you feel that Master is like the sugar in your life, the only person who brings you happy times?"

Nezha nodded, turned his head, and listened carefully to Yang Jian.

"Are you also worried that Master will leave one day? Or that her radiance, after shining on others, will leave you?"

Nezha's mouth moved; was he that obvious?

"Do you also feel that you, me, and Monkey Brother have a life-and-death friendship? So when Master is good to us, you don't feel uncomfortable in your heart?"

"But if anyone else came, would you be unable to help wanting to get rid of that eyesore?"

Nezha nodded in strong agreement, but couldn't say why.

"Then can you distinguish what your feelings for Master are?"

Nezha pondered, then shook his head again.

Yang Jian took a deep breath. He knew that Nezha had experienced life-and-death changes since he was three years old. Since then, although Taiyi Zhenren saved his life, his mother had already passed away.

Taiyi Zhenren could teach Nezha skills and find him many magic treasures, but he lacked teaching Nezha the study of emotions. As a result, his understanding of emotions only stayed at the level of distinguishing likes and dislikes, good and evil.

"Third Brother." Yang Jian poured him another glass of wine. "Master is not sugar."

"Ah?"

"Master is Tang An; she is herself."

"I know, Second Brother."

"You don't." Yang Jian still decided to guide Nezha's temperament. "Master loves freedom and dislikes being bound."

"Although she is a woman, she is no worse than any man."

"She can cause trouble, and she can calculate schemes. She is timid and cowardly, and she also has an iron backbone."

"She wants to help us, or she wants to help others; that is her choice. And we cannot forcibly bind her to our side for our own interests and preferences."

"Do you still remember what Monkey Brother said: others helping us is a favor, not helping is their duty."

Nezha nodded, seeming to understand but not quite.

Yang Jian continued, "Master looks smart, calculating ten steps for every one. But in the end, she is just a little girl. She is actually the one who needs our protection the most."

When he said this, Nezha understood unilaterally.

"I will protect... Master well." Nezha promised Yang Jian solemnly.

Yang Jian touched his brow, feeling a kind of old father's helplessness.

It seemed that his long-winded speech was useful, and yet it seemed that everything was said in vain.

"In short, from now on, when Master is in a good mood and wants to play, you must not bind her again."

"Otherwise, if she gets angry again, you will be hard to coax."

Nezha took a sip of wine, feeling that what Yang Jian said today was very profound.

"But that is a demon, wanting to hurt her; I just want to protect her."

Yang Jian smiled, seeing through it but not saying it again.

After all, regarding the matter of Xingxian that day, Yang Jian could actually see that Tang An was just playing. Even when Xingxian approached, Tang An had already gone to manually pinch his mouth to tease Xingxian.

It was just that Tang An hadn't made a move yet, and Nezha had already rushed out.

"Come, Master is about to arrive, let's have two more drinks."

"Oh." Nezha pondered Yang Jian's words in distress, but no matter how he pondered, he couldn't understand.

Just waiting for Sun Wukong to bring Tang An over, the moment he saw Tang An, he suddenly felt a bit guilty and moved to the side silently.

Of course, he only moved formally, so no one noticed he had moved.

"It's so lively outside." Tang An came over with an excited face, as if she hadn't played enough.

"If Master wants to play, after eating and drinking, we can go down and play again." Yang Jian poured a cup of tea for Tang An.

"That's true, that's true." Tang An rubbed her stomach; she had been hungry for a long time. "No tea, I'm happy today, let's drink some fruit wine."

She took out fruit wine from her Universe Bag, all of which were low-alcohol.

"Is Master really not going to get drunk?" Sun Wukong asked.

"No, no, it's just some fruit wine; my alcohol tolerance is good." Tang An patted her chest confidently.

Half an hour later...

Tang An "clunked" her forehead onto the table. ===== CHAPTER 213 =====