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The past is like smoke, many thoughts are floating in Sun Wukong's mind.

Sun Wukong stood beside Tang Monk, silent.

The sleeping monk was completely ignorant.

Sun Wukong walked out of the water curtain hole alone and looked at the Huaguo Mountain today.

Everything is wrong.

Everything is clear.

The moon is shining, and the sky is shining.

Sun Wukong sits on a tree branch, leans on a tree, hands on his knees, looks up at the moonlight,

"You know, Grandma Sun is tired."

"You know, Grandma Sun is also angry."

"You know, grandma grandpa just wants to keep Huaguoshan."

He had been looking at the moon in the moonlight, looking deep into the sky, his eyes deep and narrow.

...

When the first rays of sunshine shone on the earth, Tang Seng stretched his arms and said, "Well? Where is Dasheng?"

Tang Seng came out of the water curtain cave, and many monkeys were already playing in the mountains. Only the Great Saint stood by and explained something to the old monkey.

The old monkey nodded from time to time.

Sun Wukong plucked some hair and turned it into his hands: "If anyone is bullying, use it according to the law given by the old grandson, and it will definitely protect Huaguoshan. You can also spread it to me. You can remember this law!"

The old monkey's eyes were reddishly: "I will not disappoint the King, and I will keep the peace in Huaguoshan."

As soon as the words fell, Sun Wukong came towards Tang Seng: "Let's go."

"Where?" Tang Seng asked.

Sun Wukong said without turning back: "Learning."

The monk Tang looked at Huaguo Mountain with a little deep meaning immediately, but did not speak, but nodded.

The two left Huaguoshan and headed west.

Without white horses, the two walked one behind the other.

...

"Lao Sun asked you, why do you know that there are four masters and apprentices?" Sun Wukong walked ahead.

Tang Seng said: "Because the poor monk has seen" The Journey to the West "written by Wu Chengen, and your story has become a classic by six young children. Every year, CCTV winter and summer vacations are almost a journey to the west.

Sun Wukong asked: "Journey to the West?"

Tang Seng said, "Yes, Journey to the West is to write down your Great Holy Experience and the process of learning from the Western Heaven. People in the later generations like it very much. This book is also called the four masterpieces and has become a classic."

"But everything that happened today is different from the journey to the west that the poor monks know." Tang Seng said.

Sun Wukong listened to something lonely.

Journey to the West, CCTV, and Wu Chengen.

Seems to understand.

Tang Seng looked at Sun Wukong and did not give more explanation: "Actually, it ’s okay that the Great Saint is not clear. Anti-poor monks know that they will definitely encounter Marshal Tian Bazhu, the third prince of the West Sea Dragon, and the white dragon horse. There is also a roller shutter general, Sha Wu net."

"However, the white horse is gone now, and the poor monk is curious about how the white dragon horse will appear. Because the original book is that the white horse ate the white horse riden by the poor monk, and then turned into a white horse to go to Xitian to learn. "

As the two walked, Tang Seng said, "Wait!"

Sun Wukong frowned slightly, turned his head and asked, "What happened?"

Tang Seng said, "Should the poor monk and you keep walking west?"

"What do you think?" Sun Wukong said with a glance at Tang Seng.

"The poor monk meant to say that since this is not the same as the journey to the west that the poor monk knows, why do you have to walk. Open it!"

Sun Wukong said: "What to open?"

Tang Seng said: "Of course your artifact. Jin! Fight! Cloud!"

Sun Wukong glanced at Monk Tang: "You fake monk. You have more to do!"

I saw Sun Wukong's big wave and shouted at the sky, "A somersault cloud!"

next moment.

A golden Cancan somersault cloud rushed at the speed of an arrow, leaving a golden straight line on the sky.

Sun Wukong leaped slightly and set foot on somersault clouds.

Tang Monk also set foot on somersault clouds.

The two raced along the somersault cloud towards the west.

"Da Sheng, you say, are there any particularly **** leprechauns on the West Jing Road? For example, wearing leopard prints, or very flattering."

Tang Seng said with a smile: "It's so interesting to learn from Dante in the West, and eat good food and have beautiful women. The poor monk still remembers a daughter country. It is an enlarged version of 3,000 beauties in the harem!"

Sun Wukong changed into two small things and plugged his ears.

Tang Seng's face turned dark.

[Hahaha. The anchor is too angry. Da Sheng couldn't hear it anymore. 】

[You're so showy, is it really good. 】

[Going to heaven, this elder Tang is the most showy. 】

[The small boat of friendship turns over: this elder Tang is really 666666. 】

The two sat flying on the somersault cloud, and Tang Seng suddenly saw a huge stone below.

"Stop!" Tang Seng yelled.

Sun Wukong stopped somersault clouds and looked at Tang Monk with some doubts.

"With the poor monk ... Go on." Tang Seng said to Sun Wukong.

Sun Wukong glanced at it, and saw the stone below clearly saying:

The eagle is sad!

This sorrowful eagle was originally a valley, surrounded by cliffs and rugged roads, and beside it there was a majestic and turbulent river.

Tang Seng got some somersault clouds, walked on the edge of the cliff and shouted at the river

"Little white dragon! Come out quickly!"

After Tang Seng shouted this sentence, the river below did not move.

"?????"

No matter how you shout underwater, nothing happens.

After screaming for a long time, Tang Seng felt his throat almost screaming without any movement.

Shaking his head, Monk Tang said, "Forcing the poor monk to enlarge the move!"

Tang Seng shouted, "Little White Dragon! Hurry back for dinner!"

Sun Wukong heard the words almost walked stably and looked at Tang Seng with an awkward look.

Seeing the river still unresponsive, Tang Seng rolled up his sleeves and shouted without restraint: "Xiaobai! Dabai! Libai! Hurry up, the poor monk came from the East China Tang ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ Tang Sanzang! "

After saying this, Tang Monk's face was still full of expressions. The name was more artistic and stood back on the cliff a few steps.

Sure enough, after the shout, the river was boiling and looked different.

next moment!

The river is like a huge spiral nest.

Roar!

A huge dragon chant sounded from the river, and the dragon chanted! The figure of the dragon covered the sky and rolled up thousands of waves.

[Juan Juan Hanmai passes through the clouds, Zhan Zhan Qingbo shines red. 】

[Sound shakes the night rain and smells the valley, and the colored hair rises into the sky. 】

[Thousands of waves smash the jade, a rush of water roars the breeze. 】

[Flowers return to Wanqing for a long period of time. 】

Staring at the monk Tang Tang, he murmured, "You monk Tang?"

Tang Seng nodded: "The poor monk is indeed a Tang monk. But now the poor monk has no white horse. According to the original book, you should have eaten the poor monk's white horse, and then Guanyin nodded you to make you a poor monk white horse."

"But ... the poor monk doesn't have a white horse now, and there is no reason for Guanyin to point you. Then at this pace, this way of learning from the West will also lack you."

"Although you are expensive, you don't seem to have much fighting power in the Journey to the West. You haven't responded for a long time, and you have to enlarge the tricks if you don't force the poor monks. If you don't want to learn from the poor monks, don't go."

Bai Long's eyes in the soaring sky are a bit lonely: "You running dogs in heaven! Since you want me to go west! Why use me to do children's play! Today, I would rather die than die with you!"

The words fell!

This white dragon rushed towards Tang Seng suddenly, aggressively!

Tang Seng frowned!

This plot is wrong!

Next second!

Bailong arrived with horror and coercion on schedule, and was approaching Tang Seng ...