Reborn Sun Wukong

Chapter 280 Looking Back
Chapter 270 Seven

Sun Wukong stepped on Qingyun and left this place directly, flying away towards the distance. He still doesn't know where he is going, and he doesn't know where his road ahead is. In short, the road now cannot stop here.

Even now that I have lost the spirit of the fairy, my own power is no longer in the realm of the mysterious fairy. On the contrary, the power of the devil condensed in Monkey King's body is getting stronger and stronger. The power is even more frightening, as if it has come to a new system and is no longer controlled by this immortal system.

The power of the Devil's Desolation was constantly bred and born, and the originally dry sea of ​​​​qi in his body was filled with endless spiritual energy again and again.

Of course, this is not the spirit of the fairy spirit, but the mysterious power of the wilderness. The power of the wilderness turned into an endless source and rushed into Monkey King's body. The fresh blood, of course, refers to the power of the Demon Desolation.

In a blink of an eye, Monkey King was already thousands of miles away, and the power of Demon Desolation was more domineering and much stronger than that of the fairy spirit. Monkey King's figure was like a golden light, and he rushed out suddenly.

This energy of the Demon Desolation is several times more powerful than that of the fairy spirit.

Sun Wukong condenses the supreme power in his heart, and his strength keeps rising. This magical power seems to be born for himself, and he can do whatever he wants and control it with ease.

The reason is that after the fairy spirit disappeared, the power of the demonic wilderness directly took root in the original source, and burst out again, gushing endlessly the power of the magical wilderness.

The power of the Demon Desolation was continuous, and it didn't know where it came from. It was flying in Monkey King's body in a blink of an eye. Monkey King was so fast that he flew straight to the distant sky.

Guanghua watched Sun Wukong's figure get farther and farther, farther and farther away, and gradually disappeared.

"Wukong, where is your path? The journey is long and long, and I hope it goes well." Guanghua sighed, turned around slightly, took out a piece of plain paper, held a gold pen in his hand, and swiped some ink in the air.

The road ahead is long and long, and the road is endless.

When angry, he spread his wings and soared for hundreds of miles, pointing at Jiangshan and berating Fang Qiuxi.

After being broken, you will be defeated and then you will be successful.

Winning kings and defeating bandits, sons and daughters love each other, practice far away, and are invisible.

hope to return
Just a few lines of words carry Guanghua's heart, and I can only wish from the bottom of my heart that this little junior will return with glory one day in the future, with a body protected by the breeze, a magnificent ray of light, and a loud Taoist voice, he will be a hero.

Looking back, the movement will be powerful and spread across thousands of miles.

If it is still, it is said to move the three lives, and the six paths are all in order, so it can be called the great sage.

Who knows what Sun Wukong's path will be like, what will happen, I can only hope that this little junior brother can live a good life, free from worries.

Guanghua sighed softly, turned around and looked at the Huaguo Mountain full of fairy spirit, and shook his head lightly: "I don't know when we will meet next time, I don't know how you have changed at that time, and I don't know if there will be a chance to be so ordinary in the future." , drink together."

Because of Duojia Baomo, this piece of plain paper rose in the air, shining golden light, and drifted away from the top of Huaguo Mountain, without a trace.

Guanghua turned around lightly, dressed in white clothes, the wind fluttered, holding a jar of mince wine in his hand, he took a sip of it, the smell of the wine was sweet, but it was strong and bold in his stomach.

Guanghua's figure danced lightly, the golden pen in his hand flicked in the air, and the ink splashed, and the ink light flickered in the starry sky, like a sky full of stars, condensed into the paper book just written in the air again, but drifted away in a blink of an eye.

Guanghua stepped on the green lotus, and his body was full of literary and Confucian spirit, which is the way of great Confucianism.

"So enough."

Guanghua left here, and now Monkey King left suddenly, these people in Huaguoshan should also be extremely curious.

Sure enough, within a short while, this group of monkeys came running here, surrounded Guanghua and said, "Immortal, where is our king, do you know where he went?"

"Yes, where did the king go? We are still waiting for him to have breakfast."

"Stop arguing, the immortal must know where the king has gone."

The group of monkeys calmed down, blinking and blinking at Guanghua, very excited and eager, hoping to get an answer.

"Your great king has entered the world to practice, don't worry." Guanghua said with a light smile.

"Your Majesty, Your Majesty is gone?"

"Water, isn't the Water Curtain Cave also closed? Why do you have to enter the WTO?"

"Your Majesty left without saying a word, and didn't say hello to us."

A few little monkeys muttered, their big eyes were full of puzzlement, yes, for them, Shuilian Cave can also be cultivated in closed doors, why do they have to leave, why do they have to enter the world to practice?
Guanghua chuckled, as if he saw the little monkey who had just come to Fangcun Mountain to learn from a teacher from these ignorant little monkeys. He also knew nothing about cultivation at the beginning, and it was the same.

However, Sun Wukong's practice now not only needs retreat, but also needs opportunities, and the location of the opportunities is not known at all.

"Don't worry, everyone, your great king will come back. By then, he must be stepping on colorful auspicious clouds and wearing a glazed cloak. After all, he is your Monkey King." Converged into a painting in the air, the protagonist in the painting is the Monkey King, dressed in a glazed cloak, stepping on five-color auspicious clouds, with a stream of light behind him, and the lingering Taoist sound is very powerful.

"So handsome, so handsome, this is our Monkey King."

"Long live the Monkey King, long live the Monkey King."

"No, no, long live the Monkey King, long live the Monkey King."

Everyone laughed and said, very excited, they kept waving their paws, looking forward to it, hoping to see the person in the painting come out with their own eyes.

It seems to be able to see the Monkey King Monkey King, the Monkey King who is the lord of Huaguo Mountain, coming in the clouds, wearing a belt, which is very extraordinary, as vivid as a fairy god in the nine heavens.

"He will come back, he will." Guanghua said with a light smile.

The rest of the people nodded and stared at the painting, very excited.

"I didn't expect the king to be so handsome, he is really a monkey king."

"No, today I'm going to listen to the legend about the Monkey King going to sea again."

"Me too, mom, tell me quickly."

Sun Wukong sailed through the waves and found the Shuilian Cave, and was appointed as the monkey king by everyone. Later, in order to seek the law of immortality, he built a bamboo raft, rode the wind and waves, and went west to the East China Sea. This is a legend among monkeys in Huaguo Mountain Mysterious legends deeply attract everyone and make everyone yearn for it.

"The Monkey King will indeed come back, for sure." Huang Mao moved closer to Guanghua and said.

The words are full of confidence, without any other meaning.

Guanghua turned his head to stare at the yellow hair and said, "Oh, why are you so sure."

"Then why is the immortal so sure?" Huang Mao asked with a smile.

"Well, intuition, my intuition tells me that he will definitely come back." Guanghua chuckled lightly.

Huang Mao nodded and continued: "Of course, although my intuition tells me that the king will come back, this is more important."

Talking Huangmao did not know where to take out a jar of mincemeat wine, looked at Guanghua and smiled softly: "This one has no other branch since then, only Huaguoshan can brew this taste, the king is very fond of it, So I will definitely come back for this minced fruit wine."

"Haha, it's really been a long time, and people will really linger after drinking it." Guanghua laughed.

"Also, this is the king's home. After wandering around alone for a long time, he still needs to go home to rest and feel the warmth of his home. The king will definitely do it too. He is tired from playing outside, so he still has to go home. Take a break, even if it's just for a nap." Huang Mao said with a smile, his eyes full of longing.

Indeed, in this way, this yellow hair is the last friend of Sun Wukong's era. After he left, the old friends among the monkeys died and walked away. In the end, only this yellow hair stayed in Huaguo Mountain Well, if Sun Wukong hadn't come back in time, I'm afraid this yellow hair would have turned into a handful of yellow sand.
Two people of the same era naturally have feelings that ordinary people cannot understand.

This is Wukong's home, and Huangmao is Wukong's family.

"Wukong will come back, definitely will." Guanghua said, suddenly his eyes flashed to the distance, a little monkey in silver armor, standing upright, quietly standing on the rocks in the distant sea, His eyes kept looking at the direction where Sun Wukong was leaving.

"Oh, who is that?" Guanghua asked, pointing at the little monkey.

"He is Xiao Fei, he is the strongest among our monkey group." Huang Mao explained.

Guanghua murmured softly: "It turned out to be Xiaofei, the traces here should be left by him."

Guanghua pointed to the potholes on the ground. These potholes are not caused by ordinary people, but man-made, and long-term practice will leave such traces here.

This can only show the perseverance of a person.

"It's him, day after day, year after year, never stopping, but I don't know why he didn't come during this time." Huang Mao said softly.

Guanghua nodded, stretched out his hand and lightly brushed the little marks on the ground and said, "Such perseverance is beyond the reach of ordinary people. It's really interesting. I actually saw the shadow of Wukong in him."

At the beginning, the young man who wanted to learn from Fangcun Mountain did not know how hard it was, and relied on his own strength to cross the East China Sea. You must know that it is very far from Huaguo Mountain to the mainland, especially for an ignorant little monkey. Full of endless danger.

However, in order to pursue what he wanted in his heart, the little monkey willingly endured these censures, crossed the East China Sea, and came directly to Fangcun Mountain in Lingtai.

This should be the same for Xiaofei, this perseverance, the light on his body, the heat in his eyes, etc. all show that in the future Xiaofei will definitely be like Monkey King, in order to chase what he wants, he will never shrink back.

It is enough to be able to do so.

"Maybe he will become the second Wukong in the future." Guanghua chuckled.

"Shangxian, it's windy here, let's go back." Huang Mao said.

Guanghua nodded, got up straight away, and walked towards the Water Curtain Cave.

(End of this chapter)