Chapter 340: Little Chenxiang: Is it possible that I am still a child?

Huashan, inside the barrier.

Tang An's group had originally reached Tianzhu, but they unilaterally paused the progress of the Journey to the West and came back.

Why come back?

Because little Chenxiang is one year old, and it's time for the "grabbing the week" (first birthday divination).

As Chenxiang's godmother and Chenxiang's biological uncle, there was no reason for Tang An and Yang Jian not to come.

"Little Chenxiang~"

Although little Chenxiang is only one year old, he can already walk by himself.

Of course, he doesn't walk very steadily yet and is prone to falling on his butt.

Tang An picked up little Chenxiang, and little Chenxiang wasn't shy at all.

"Call me godmother."

"Mother~"

He couldn't call her godmother, there were too many words, he could only call her mother in a milky voice.

It's no exaggeration to say that with this call of mother, Tang An really wished she could move the Heavenly Court down and give it to Chenxiang to play with.

"Give godmother a kiss."

"Bo~"

Little Chenxiang giggled, very happy.

"So good." Tang An pinched his little face, "Let's go, let's go grab the week."

Nezha stood in place watching this scene, the corners of his mouth raised slightly. No one knew what he was thinking. But there was no coldness between his brows, and even less killing intent.

In the courtyard, Yang Chan and Yaoji had already prepared everything, just waiting for the grabbing of the week to begin.

Tang An looked at the things on the ground and put little Chenxiang down.

"Since it's grabbing the week, godmother will also add a bit of color for you."

Tang An took out a golden, shiny big axe from the Wealth-Gathering Ring; it looked like a spiritual treasure with extraordinary power.

Then Tang An reached out to Yang Jian, "Axe, give it to me."

Yang Jian's eyes flickered, and he took out the Heaven-Opening Axe.

Tang An placed the two axes, one big and one small, in the middle of the items for grabbing the week.

"Go, little Chenxiang, whatever you want to take, just take it."

"No matter what you take, godmother can ensure you get what you want."

Actually, this is Tang An giving Chenxiang a chance to choose his own life.

If he didn't choose the axe, if he didn't choose that Heaven-Opening Axe, Tang An could definitely ensure he would be a happy mortal without worries for a lifetime. Even if he wanted to ascend to immortality, he would be a carefree immortal who could walk sideways in the Three Realms.

Chenxiang looked back at Tang An, came out of her arms, and stumbled toward the items for grabbing the week.

At this moment, everyone's expectations for his future were different.

But Tang An could see that Yaoji, Yang Chan, and Yang Jian actually all wanted Chenxiang to be an ordinary mortal.

And Sun Wukong wanted Chenxiang to take that little stick and take him as his master.

Nezha, Xiaotian Quan, and Jiuyue were more inclined to let Chenxiang take the Heaven-Opening Axe. Because for Nezha and Jiuyue, only if Chenxiang became stronger would he have the ability to protect Tang An.

Xiaotian Quan simply felt that his master's nephew couldn't be a weakling.

Tang An held a neutral position; she chose to respect Chenxiang's choice.

But they all knew very well that the son of a god, and someone born with the new Heavenly Law, how could he be an ordinary mortal for a lifetime?

"Chenxiang."

Yang Chan called out to Chenxiang because she saw that Chenxiang was walking toward the two axes in the middle of the items for grabbing the week.

Tang An stood up, walked to Yang Chan's side, squatted down again, and said to Chenxiang: "Choose the golden big axe, godmother can ensure you a lifetime of wealth and peace."

Yes, even knowing that Chenxiang would become a great help to her in the future, Tang An's heart still wanted Chenxiang to be a wealthy mortal for a lifetime.

Little Chenxiang looked at Tang An, then at the golden big axe. Then he looked at Yang Chan, and then looked at the Heaven-Opening Axe.

"No." How could Yang Chan not know that if he chose the Heaven-Opening Axe, Chenxiang would walk the same path as they did when they were children.

Little Chenxiang was scared and sat on the ground, and coincidentally, his hand pressed right on the handle of the Heaven-Opening Axe.

Tang An's heart skipped a beat, and she looked up at the sky.

"You really don't allow your fixed number to have any mistakes."

"I hope in the future, you won't regret today's choice."

Was she talking about Chenxiang?

No, she was looking at the void.

Yang Chan walked up and picked up Chenxiang, her eyes filled with tears, holding the child tightly in her arms.

Tang An gently pressed Yang Chan's shoulder, the two looked at each other, and the words revealed were all unnecessary to say.

"Little Chenxiang." Tang An pinched Chenxiang's cheeks, "From now on, you won't have any good days at godmother's place."

"Are you happy?"

When Chenxiang saw Tang An smile, he also giggled foolishly.

Little did he know what kind of days he would have in Tang An's hands in the future.

That afternoon, under the peach tree.

A big wooden stake, a small wooden stake.

Tang An stood in front of the big wooden stake, little Chenxiang stood in front of the small wooden stake.

"Watch carefully, the first form of splitting wood!"

"Slap!"

Tang An's action was crisp and neat, and the axe fell even faster, harder, and more accurately, splitting the wood on the stake into two halves.

Of course, if you ignore the red light flashing on the axe, it can still be considered Tang An's own result of splitting wood.

Chenxiang looked at the little axe in his hand, which was still made of wood. Then he looked at the wood piled up higher than him in front of him, blinked his eyes, and had a kind of pure helplessness.

"Master..." Yang Jian couldn't help but speak, "Is it... too early?"

The child just turned one year old in the morning, and you let him split wood in the afternoon?

This...

"You don't understand." Tang An carried the axe, "Children need to practice early."

"I... don't understand?" Isn't he the Judicial God? Doesn't he know about practicing?

And although it's said to be early, is this too early?

"Of course you don't understand my master's methods."

"Okay... if I don't understand, I don't understand." Yang Jian looked at Chenxiang, his eyes seemed to say: "Don't look at uncle, uncle can't save you either."

Tang An walked over and taught Chenxiang how to split wood hand-in-hand.

"Children are all too simple."

"Only by experiencing the dangers of the world from a young age can one be as comfortable as a fish in water in this world."

"A fall into the pit, a gain in your wit, he will always grow up."

Yang Jian:...

Yes, the world is dangerous, no problem. But right now, all the dangers that others didn't bring him, he experienced all over again because of his own godmother.

How to say this...

This can't be said...

When Chenxiang grows up in the future and looks back, all the pits in his life were eaten in his godmother's hands. And he had to be full, the kind that was stuffed.

What kind of emotion must he have?

Sun Wukong came back to his senses and hurriedly said: "Master, didn't you say that Old Sun would take Chenxiang as a disciple?"

"Hmm, yes."

"Then why is Master more anxious than Old Sun?"

"Who am I? Am I not your master?"

"Ah? That's true, but..."

"No buts, from the perspective of seniority, am I not Chenxiang's master ancestor."

"Hmm..."

"Then is there anything wrong with a master ancestor guiding her own child in cultivation?"

"Uh..."

Sun Wukong scratched his cheeks, it really didn't seem to have any problems at first glance. Of course, that was excluding the fact that little Chenxiang was one year old.

But he couldn't exclude the fact that little Chenxiang was one year old!

A child who can still wet the bed if he's careless, can't even walk steadily, learning to split wood?

"Tsk, you don't understand."

"Today he dares to split wood, tomorrow he dares to split the mountain, and the day after tomorrow he dares to split the Heavenly Court and smash his own uncle."

Heavenly Court, Lingxiao Palace.

"Achoo!"

"Achoo!"

"A..."

The Jade Emperor rubbed the tip of his nose, "I sneezed? I actually sneezed?"

How many years has it been since he sneezed?

The Jade Emperor immediately pinched his fingers to calculate, and it was fine not to calculate, but the more he calculated, the darker his face became... ===== CHAPTER 341 =====