The eight-armed ape has lived for thousands of years and has already become a psychic. Ye Xiaochuan cannot understand its roar, but it can understand Ye Xiaochuan's words.
The huge body shrank rapidly in the surprised eyes of Ye Xiaochuan and Baili Yuan. In the blink of an eye, the originally tall and majestic body turned into a rickety old ape about the same height as Ye Xiaochuan. The eight thick long arms also disappeared.
Six of them were gone, leaving only two arms.
It was the white-haired monkey king who had given Ye Xiaochuan monkey milk fifteen years ago.
At this moment, this eight-armed ape had sad eyes and tears. It made a whining sound from its mouth, as if it was crying.
That year, the world was in chaos and the master came out.
That year, the master passed away and the divine sword was sealed.
That year, the master's last words to it were to wait for me to be reincarnated and come back to find you.
That year was 6,354 years ago.
After waiting for more than six thousand years, the original gray-haired monkey has now evolved into an eight-armed spiritual ape that can dominate the world.
However, there was no news from the master at all.
During the six thousand years of silence, it almost forgot the face of its master, only remembering that the master said he would come to find it after reincarnation.
Unexpectedly, tonight, I would see the master's sword again, and all the forgotten memories would come back. The eight-armed ape hugged Wu Feng, which he had taken from Ye Xiaochuan, and sat in the dirty muddy water, crying bitterly.
It turns out...it turns out that monkeys can cry too.
The cries of apes and the neighing of fierce horses are the most tragic and desolate sounds in the world. Therefore, a poet once wrote a poignant poem: "Three cries of apes make my clothes wet with tears."
Ye Xiaochuan and Baili Yuan hid far away and looked at the old ape's grief-stricken look. They looked at each other and didn't know what to say for a moment.
Hundreds of little monkeys saw their ancestors so sad, and they all gathered around the white-haired monkey king and screamed softly, as if they also felt their ancestors' sadness.
Ye Xiaochuan was in a state of turmoil at this moment and murmured: "This eight-armed monkey is really the little monkey beside Su Qinglian back then. It has been guarding Cangyun Mountain for so many years, and we don't even know it exists.
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Hearing Ye Xiaochuan's muttering, Bailiyuan turned her head and said, "What did you say?"
Ye Xiaochuan shook his head slightly and said: "It's nothing, I just feel the ruthlessness of the years and the vicissitudes of the world."
Bailiyuan was stunned. She never expected that such desolate words would come out of the mouth of a boy under the age of sixteen, and she was stunned for a moment.
The eight-armed ape's cry was really powerful. He hugged Wufeng and cried for half an hour. Ye Xiaochuan watched from a distance that his beloved divine sword was covered with the eight-armed ape's nose, tears, and saliva.
, I immediately felt unhappy.
As the saying goes, talented people emerge from generation to generation, and each leads the way for hundreds of years.
This divine sword now belongs to him, and he is the current master of Wufeng. This old white ape was licking and crying, and simply didn't take him seriously.
However, Ye Xiaochuan did not dare to snatch Wu Feng from the old white ape after all. This angered this peerless monster. If it grew bigger again, it could slap him into a pulp.
When he saw the old white ape sticking out his tongue and licking the edge of the sword again, Ye Xiaochuan finally couldn't help it, and cautiously took a few steps forward, imitating the name Xiaochi said.
Said: "Monkey... Grandpa Monkey King, it seems it's getting late. Can we discuss whether we should stay or leave?"
When the old white ape heard Ye Xiaochuan's voice, he finally stopped wailing. He glanced at Wufeng in his hand, then at Ye Xiaochuan, and then let out several low whirring sounds without knowing what he was saying.
Ye Xiaochuan shrugged, spread his hands, and said, "Grandpa Monkey King, what are you talking about? I can't understand you."
The old white ape stood up and reluctantly handed Wu Feng back to Ye Xiaochuan. Ye Xiaochuan reached out to take it. At this moment, the old white ape's arm suddenly stretched forward and seemed to grab Ye Xiaochuan's neck.
Ye Xiaochuan was shocked, and Baili Yuan's face behind him also changed wildly.
I saw the Dragon Tooth Dagger in Baili Yuan's hand flashing cold light again, and he was about to take action.
Ye Xiaochuan shouted: "Don't move!"
The old white ape had no intention of harming Ye Xiaochuan, and his rough fingers slowly hooked the longevity jewel hanging around Ye Xiaochuan's neck.
With a movement of its fingers, it pulled the Changsheng Jue off Ye Xiaochuan's neck, turned it over a few times in its white-haired palm, and revealed a look of fear and fear in its eyes.
Obviously, it also recognized Changsheng Jue!
At the same time, it looked up at the young man in front of it.
This was the second time it saw Ye Xiaochuan. The first time, Ye Xiaochuan was still a one-month-old baby.
It looked at Ye Xiaochuan carefully, looked up and down, and once again made a whirring sound in its mouth. Seeing that Ye Xiaochuan didn't understand, it even barked and gestured.
Ye Xiaochuan looked confused, but Bailiyuan got a rough idea.
Bailiyuan said: "It seems to be asking you to follow it to a place."
The old white ape glanced at Baili Yuan and then nodded.
Ye Xiaochuan's fear was all gone now. Since this old white ape was raised by Situ Feng before, he would not hurt himself. He was sure of this.
He also thought that when Situ Feng's soul woke up from his deep sleep, he would definitely be very happy to see his former partner, so he nodded and said, "Where are you taking me?"
The old white ape pointed to the dense forest to the east.
After a while, dozens of little monkeys were carrying a simple raft, which was just a few pieces of wood tied together with rattan. It was very simple, and there was something like a chair tied to it.
As soon as the old white ape sat down on the chair on the raft, dozens of monkeys immediately carried the raft and jumped into the jungle. This momentum was not to mention very windy.
There is a situation where there are no tigers in the mountains and monkeys dominate.
Bailiyuan said: "Ye Xiaochuan, are you really planning to go with it?"
Ye Xiaochuan said: "My Yujue is still in its hand. Of course I have to follow it and have a look. Don't worry, this eight-armed ape will not hurt us."
Baili Yuan said in confusion: "How do you know it won't hurt us? Now it has become smaller and looks like an old monkey that is about to die, but when it goes crazy, you saw its fighting power just now.
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Ye Xiaochuan didn't want to reveal too much about Situ Feng to Baili Yuan. It was his own secret.
He just smiled mysteriously and said: "This monkey was raised by a friend of mine and will not hurt me."
After saying that, he strode to catch up with the group of monkeys that were drifting away.
Bailiyuan didn't want to follow him at first, but Ye Xiaochuan had already left, so she had no choice but to stamp her feet and follow him in stride.
After the humans who stole the fairy fruits and the scary old white ape left, the black bear monster that was lying on the ground raised its head and roared dejectedly. It seemed that he was not going to take back the fairy fruits. He was now seriously injured.
It's better to go into the nest and lick the wounds.
