I Am a Saiyan

Sun Wukong was thoughtful and turned his head to look at Sun Wuming, who had already taken a step. The other party had already taken a step out of curiosity, trying to touch the black Bobo. He seemed very curious about this mysterious creature in black.

Sun Wuming reached out and touched it, and looked at the empty little paws in doubt.

Bobo remained motionless in front of him.

Sun Wuming reached out and grabbed it again, but he still didn't catch it, but Bobo was still standing in front of him.

The strange situation suddenly made Sun Wuming's little brain unable to handle it.

"Is it possible to transcend or completely control that power through practice, so as to completely return to normal?" Sun Wukong understood the meaning of the gods, and suddenly became interested, "Then you have to practice! Wuming, I will take you back to practice... "

"Normal practice is useless." The **** suddenly said, "Wukong, your situation is not exactly the same as his. This child was born with the power to destroy others. The potential of that power is so terrifying that simple practice may not be enough. Can't solve the problem... do you really want to keep this child?"

Sun Wukong was stunned for a moment, and said as a matter of course: "Of course, this is the child of me and Qiqi."

The gods stared deeply into Sun Wukong's eyes: "On the day this child was born, I saw destruction and death in him... If one day this child becomes an evil person and uses power recklessly to destroy and plunder, how should you choose? "

Children... become bad guys?

"Hmm..." Sun Wukong scratched his head, feeling a little pain in the head about such a complicated issue, he tapped on the palm of his hand.

"If it becomes like that, then I will defeat him! Educate him not to be a bad person!"

It's too simple and direct, and it may even make people feel perfunctory, but the gods know that this is the most sincere voice of Sun Wukong.

"Half a year of sanity and half a year of madness, there is no possibility of controlling that power in ordinary practice. Simply training for half a year will only cause his unshaped mind to be distorted by the violent power in an instant when the lockdown is lifted. , even destroying..."

Tianshenyu said earnestly: "When you are sensible, you must temper his will and mentality. After the seal is lifted, you must find a way - even if you suppress it with force, you must imprison his wild instinct. If there is no way, you can consider it. Come to me and enter the spiritual time room."

After giving some pointers that they could see, Tianshen and Bobo watched Sun Wukong and Sun Wuming leave.

"Wow—black, black, green skin..."

Sun Wuming, who was a little unwilling to catch Bobo, shouted loudly.

The sound gradually faded away.

"Bobo, am I doing this right? That night, the power of the gods warned me that the earth would be destroyed, no doubt corresponding to this child..."

The **** muttered to himself.

"God's choice, I think it is correct."

Bobo answered calmly.

Probably because people are old and confused, they have already made the decision to believe in Monkey King, and still want to get the support and affirmation of others, so that they can be reluctant to relax.

Chapter 5 My own baby, let others fight

"Kiki! This is a congratulatory gift from Bulma. Another thing about Wuming... Balabala..."

In the Bull Demon King's house, when the three adults were discussing, Sun Wuming sat on the small bench and stared curiously at Sun Wufan on the other side.

Sun Wufan moved the small bench, looked at Sun Wuming in fear, and didn't call his brother: "You... what are you doing?"

He remembers it very clearly - being kicked up and smashing the ceiling light stand, and then being smashed hard by the sofa thrown over...

In short, pain! It hurts!

What happened after that? He forgot what happened after that. He only remembered that when he woke up, he saw his mother's face collapsed and his father's face stunned.

The house seems to be gone by the way.

"Hmph, stupid Gohan."

Sun Wuming vaguely remembered something from the past, as if he didn't know what was going on. He looked at this idiot, and it seemed that he had a fight with the idiot Gohan? I can't remember exactly, it's an irrelevant thing anyway.

Sun Wuming moved the small bench and screamed, "Wow!"

Sun Wufan panicked, the small bench tilted, and his small body fell to the ground with a snap.

"Wow-!!"

Son Gohan, who was in pain, burst into tears, and the three adults who were still discussing the matter quickly comforted him.

Sun Wuming pouted, cut! The crybaby fool Gohan, he shouted: "Mom, I'm hungry!"

"Okay, okay, I'll make you your favorite barbecue fried rice later!"

Qiqi akimbo reprimanded: "But don't bully my brother!"

"Oh-!"

Qiqi didn't know if her words were useful... Anyway, Sun Wuming used to promise quite diligently when he could still talk simply.

The current Sun Wuming looks normal. He doesn't have the kind of ill-will after waking up after a fight with Sun Wufan.

Can this state only last half a year? After half a year, it gradually turned into that kind of aggressive appearance...

Qiqi held her forehead and sighed, and while going to the kitchen to prepare the roasted meat fried rice, she said, "Okay, Wukong... must find a way, whether it's cultivation, reading or other methods, we must educate Wuming! At least we can't let him Become a badass!"

Sun Wukong nodded vigorously: "Well, I will definitely."

According to the plan, he will prepare a practice place in the wild next. In order to hone Wuming's mind and perseverance, he must be taken away from the family environment where the food comes to open his mouth and the clothes come to stretch his hand. Understand the difficulty and difficulty.

To put it simply, in the next six months, Qiqi will not see her eldest son, and the eldest son will have to suffer from the eldest...

Kiki took out the cooking skills to feed the three big stomach kings, and simply emptied the ingredients in the new villa's inventory, and quickly and well cooked a feast as high as a hill.

After a hearty meal, a comfortable night's sleep in your new home.

When the sky was bright, Sun Wuming heard some strange sounds and slowly opened his eyes.

Butterflies are flying around, the green forest is rolling along with the mountains, and the sound of waterfalls can be vaguely heard in the distance.

where is this?

Where is my house?

Where are my parents?

Gollum...

Sun Wuming touched his groaning belly. He couldn't understand why it became like this after he slept. He panicked and shouted around: "Dad! Mom!"

There was no response, a heavy sound came from behind, and a huge shadow suddenly enveloped the small figure of Sun Wuming.

Sun Wuming turned his head blankly, his little face was stunned, and he was face to face with a big and ugly face.

A huge khaki-colored dinosaur more than ten meters high, staring down at Sun Wuming, was very interested in a breakfast without any danger.

Wuming, come on, as long as you channel a little strength, you can defeat this guy who is nothing but bulky...

On a cloud in the sky, Sun Wukong stared at Sun Wuming below, a little worried about whether Wuming would be able to control his qi after the tyrannical power was sealed by the dragon - well, it doesn't matter! Even if he can't control his qi, with Wuming's current physical strength, it's no problem to deal with a dinosaur, even if he is only three months old.

He's only three months old, so there won't be a problem, right? !

Sun Wukong looked at the situation worriedly.

Sun Wuming was not afraid, he also raised his hand and touched the nose of the dinosaur: "Wow - so big!"

The dinosaur blinked, bit the little Sun Wuming into his mouth, grunted his throat, and swallowed it directly.

Just a little appetizer that feels almost nothing, and the dinosaur is ready to continue foraging.

"Wu Ming-!!"

boom! Click!

Dinosaur's eyes suddenly protruded, and the expression in his eyes quickly disappeared.

Short and powerful, the knee strike that fell from the sky crushed the dinosaur's head in an instant.

The huge body fell to the ground, Sun Wukong raised his hand in a panic and grabbed it, directly tore open the dinosaur's belly, and took out Sun Wuming covered in mucus from it: "Wu Ming, are you alright?!"

"Huh? Smelly... Dad, it stinks..."

Sun Wuming touched his face with a disgusting look on his face, and resisted not crying, so he didn't want to be a crybaby like the stupid Gohan: "Dad, stinky..."

Sun Wukong took a closer look and found that the digestive juices in the dinosaur's stomach did not hurt even a single strand of Wuming's hair. Probably because Wuming was too small, the dinosaur came directly and swallowed the dates whole. It can really bite Wuming out a little bit.

"Smelly, sticky, oh~"

Sun Wuming shook his small hand and rubbed the mucus on Sun Wukong.

Sun Wukong sighed helplessly, took Sun Wuming to the waterfall for a simple bath, and put Sun Wuming on a big rock.

"Wu Ming, today I will teach you how to practice..."

Sun Wukong said: "Before practicing, we must first understand a concept - qi, the so-called qi, exists in all things in the world, and every living being has qi, even grass, trees and flowers, all have qi. Existence, and whether it can be manipulated is the distinguishing point of whether it can become a martial artist."

Sun Wuming looked left and right, staring curiously at the fish swimming in the water - he didn't know what the other person looked like before they were made into food.

"The stronger the qi, the healthier and stronger a person is."

Sun Wukong raised his hand and twisted Sun Wuming's head over, asking him to listen carefully: "The normal path of practice is to exercise the body first, to make the body stronger and stronger, and after the body reaches a certain limit, continue to exercise, and part of the physical strength will be lost. It will become some activated qi. These qi can be manipulated to form gas bombs, or temporarily consume to strengthen one's body and perform various moves. Your situation is quite special. Although that power is temporarily sealed, you Your body should be strong enough that you can channel a little chi just by paying attention..."

Sun Wuming probably thought it was fun, and tried to turn his neck, trying to fight against Sun Wukong's hand.

Sun Wukong: "..."

This kind of step-by-step cultivation method may be no problem for the obedient Gohan. Even if he regains his senses, Wuming is still an active temperament.

no solution anymore! You have to be ruthless, if you just dawdled for half a year, once the seal is unlocked after half a year, Wuming will probably be instantly twisted by that power!

If you can't do it yourself, let someone else do it!

"Wu Ming, you stay here, I'll be here for a while... I'm leaving a little earlier!"

Sun Wukong summoned somersault clouds in the sky and flew away.

"dad?!"

Sun Wuming looked curiously.

Dad's gone - can't you play by yourself?

But I was so hungry that my father didn't bring any food just now.

Um... where is home?

Sun Wuming looked left and right.

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The Guixianliu who practiced by himself, the so-called Guixianliu martial arts school, has a guideline: eat well, rest well, study well, and practice well.

Sun Wukong occasionally misses the time when he and Ke Lin practiced together under Grandpa Guixianren. The simple and happy days of constantly exercising himself in order to become stronger left a deep and dazzling trace in his life. That is why…

The current Wuming can't use the idea of ​​​​the turtle fairy to practice at all.

Because according to the concept of Guixianliu, it is to follow the child's heart and conduct simple exercises to let the child grow up healthily and vigorously. The biggest pain is just carrying dozens of kilograms of turtle shells to exercise and not being able to eat dinner. That's it.

In order to counteract the effects of the violent force, Wuming had to develop a steady and sturdy steel-like will.

able to do this...

The first thing that Sun Wukong thought of was Hexianliu, who went out of the same door with Guixianliu, but eventually parted ways.

Unlike the disciples taught by Guixianliu, who generally only use power when necessary, Hexianliu recruits a large number of orphans for training. These disciples who have been tempered in a cruel way are often integrated into human society and become killers. The identity of the driving force such as the police, participate in various struggles, and seek benefits for the Hexianliu.

Tianjin Fan, once the most outstanding disciple of Hexianliu, finally rebelled against Hexianliu with his apprentice Dumplings under the guidance of Immortal Gui, cut ties with Immortal Hexian, and pursued his own martial arts instead of being a teacher all day long. The door interests murder and set fire, and therefore, Tianjin Fan has become the purest and most powerful martial artist of Hexianliu.

Endure pain, endure exhaustion, be wholehearted, and surpass the peak.

This is the program that Tianjin Fan summed up after he betrayed his teacher. In a sense, the essence of Hexianliu is completely here in Tianjin Fan.

Sun Wukong felt that Wuming needed a beating from Hexianliu, and he couldn't help himself, so he could only leave it to others to be the bad guy.

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Because he couldn't find where his father had gone or his way home, Sun Wuming had to try fishing—or rather, fishing.

He found that the fish in the river would be attracted by the ripples, so as long as the tail was put into the water, the fish would be attracted to gather, and when the fish came over, just grab it with your hands.

"Yuck...it's so unpalatable..."

With a bitter face, Sun Wuming spat out a few scales. He didn't understand how to make something delicious.

Dad, when are you coming back?

I want to eat the roast pork fried rice made by my mother.