Squeak, squeak, not squeak, no!

Regarding this point, one hundred and eight has said it countless times to little one hundred and eight, this is a traditional, authentic monkey language, and it cannot be changed casually. But the little one hundred and eight didn't listen, didn't listen, just didn't listen! It was useless to let one hundred and eight be anxious and scratch his heart, so he had to be disheartened and lazy, and sighed emptyly. When a race loses the essence of culture and the inheritance of its spirit, it indicates that the race is about to decline or even die.

I understand all these truths, and it can be said that I deeply understand and analyze them repeatedly, and often reflect on myself. Because of this, now one hundred and eight have abandoned martial arts and literature, no longer wielding knives and sticks, conscientiously managing all opportunities, and shouldering all the heavy responsibilities. Busy, very busy, as a king, there are a lot of things that need to be worried about one hundred and eight, so it directly led to the neglect of the little one hundred and eight, and became a loser and a bad boy, woohoo! One hundred and eight wore a small pony coat and walked in front like an old master, quite a bit of the desolation of the old dragon clock. Qingyun clicked behind, and the powerful four hooves stepped over the dry fallen leaves, making a creaking and crisp sound, and the sound was broken. Yes, people can't be compared, just like monkeys and horses can't be compared, in another three or two years, one hundred and eight will be middle-aged monkeys, youth will pass away, and flowers will be paid.

Ay!

Of course, a king usually has to walk with another king, one hundred and eight is the monkey king, Qingyun is the horse king, this is the principle of gathering like things. I can't say, even Qingyun has to admire the majesty of one hundred and eight, when one hundred and eight took over the throne of the monkey clan from the hands of the boss of Fang, he also had his subordinates who were dissatisfied with the intention of usurping the throne, and even the rabbit was bullied, no one looked down on it, and Jiujiu ignored him, so that one hundred and eighty-one burned the city in anger, that is, he set a fire to burn this mountain forest to a black lacquer, black Hu Tianscorched ground did not grow a single grass, birds, birds, insects and ants, And the human race has all been poisoned, and since then, one hundred and eight people have dared to provoke nothing, and everyone has returned to their hearts, so that there is a small one hundred and eight.

Wildfires are inexhaustible, spring breeze blows and grows, those are old things, heroic and glorious deeds, brilliant scenes, have been annihilated in the long river of years, like fallen leaves, with the wind gone. The mountain, the mountain, the water is still the water, but the monkey is no longer the monkey. One hundred and eight walked ahead, the thin and stiff body reflected the morning sun, dragging out a long shadow, and there was some mystery and a sacred artistic conception.

The artistic conception is, wild fruit.

Of course, even if one hundred and eight turns the sky upside down and destroys the earth, one hundred and eight is just a monkey, and Qingyun never takes it seriously. Qingyun's arrogance has never changed, just like Qingyun's ambition Qingyun's dream, who should be Lingyunzhi, four hooves to step on the world! Of course, Qingyun goes with it, but in order to pick wild fruits, no matter what, monkeys have the benefits of monkeys, they can climb trees, they can pick fruits. Qingyun loves to eat fruits, he loves to eat very much, Qingyun doesn't like to eat grass, and the grass is not delicious. It's autumn, the season when the wild fruits are ripe, and it would be a waste of materials to make good use of the one hundred and eight fruit pickers.

A horse, a monkey, a great combination.

The clear stream, the blue sky, the leaves fall lonely, and the wind moves the clouds.

Is he alright?

In the spring of that year, he was left alone, and Qingyun saw him off. Suddenly a few degrees of cold and heat, but it is endless thoughts. Yes, Qingyun has never forgotten, that carefree happy time, the rumbling hooves stepped on the heart of youth, and walked through the rain and snow through the wind and frost. Yes, one hundred and eight can be forgotten, but Qingyun will always remember that every ray of warmth, on the cold and sad night of Happy Valley, bit by bit into Qingyun's heart, turned into an unbreakable friendship that will be remembered for a lifetime: "Herod-"

Qing went to scream again, and he called very happily. This is an extremely abnormal and extremely normal performance, and one hundred and eight hearts are like a mirror. To put it simply, this is adolescent dysphoria, some things can only be understood after experiencing them, you see that one hundred and eight even have children, Qingyun is still a single, you can imagine how depressed he is in his heart. There's no way, the vision is too high, too picky, and one hundred and eight has not persuaded it, not listening, or not listening, the same as the little one hundred and eight: "Squeak!

Whenever I think of the little one hundred and eight, one hundred and eight will be sad.

The road ahead is long, and there is a long way to go! Who can this world be handed over to in the future?

It doesn't matter who you hand it over, at least now it seems that it can't be handed over to Little One Hundred and Eight, who is still breastfeeding. When the little one hundred and eight was breastfeeding, Jiujiu was always extra dignified and demure, and his whole body exuded the divine maternal brilliance. It's not at all like when she was one hundred and eight, fierce and domineering, like a tigress. Little One Hundred and Eight fell asleep while eating, Little One Hundred and Eight is a lucky little monkey, who landed rich and noble, and was born to enjoy a blessed life.

After hearing and witnessing it, Mu Zhangjiao was extremely emotional for a while: "Human life, God is destined, four old guys, four old singles, it's not as good as one hundred and eight, hey!"

The four of them laughed in unison, and the roof tiles shook for a while.

"If you say that the world's number one master, it is none other than Long Zhen, this person's martial arts have reached the realm of heaven and man, and there is no more to say. Mu Zhangjiao smiled and sighed: "Although he is my sworn enemy of Shangqing, this is the case, I have to admit it." The old master shook his head and said: "How can the power of one person go against the sky, Yan Beige has both benevolence and righteousness, not inferior to Long Zhen." Mu Zhangjiao said helplessly: "Master, but I'm talking about martial arts, yes, what the master said about Tuojialuo, what kind of living Buddha in the snow mountain, hey! I haven't seen it anyway!"

Tuojialuo Living Buddha, the three people present have never seen it, but when it comes to masters, not only martial arts, not only swords, fists and feet, but also hidden weapons and poison techniques: "The really terrible thing is that Li Wujiao, the king of the killers of the underworld, this person is used by Long Zhen, and the master of the hall Yan Beige is a bright and dark help each other, and the real dragon sect has become a trend to dominate the world." At this point, Sect Leader Mu Zhang let out a sigh and sighed: "There is also the world's No. 1 think tank, a thousand-faced person in the Tibetan Sea, and the three-legged strength of the Heavenly Palace and the Difu Hall, this world-"

Lingxiu suddenly said: "Yu Zanghai, not alone. ”

"It's not one person, it's how many people?" Mu Zhangjiao didn't understand, the old master was also curious, Lingxiu smiled: "It's not the monk who said it, and the monk doesn't know." Su Dao Chang smiled slightly, and finally spoke: "The most clever disguise technique is not to change the appearance, but to change people, Yu Zanghai can incarnate tens of thousands of people to see through, just because Zanghai is not a person but many people, I don't know why it is, but it must be so." After speaking, he added: "Of course, I guessed." ”

It makes sense, in a word, the three of them nodded in agreement.

This is the terrible thing about the Tibetan Sea, bright and dark, virtual and real, ever-changing, unfathomable and profound.

"In any case, those who win the hearts of the people win the world, the True Dragon Sect has the right time, the right place and the right people, the Longjing Dynasty is in danger, and the old emperor is in danger!" There is only one reason, then again, it is Long Zhen's worst friend and best opponent, Su Changmian. No one knows Long Zhen better than Su Changmian, Long Zhen's arrogance is innate, no one can reach it, and the earth-shattering ghosts and gods-

He won't fight, he won't rob, even if he is an emperor for nothing, he can't look down on him.