Chapter 172 Sad Monkey

Chapter 172 Sad Monkey

The eight-armed ape has lived for thousands of years and has long been psychic. Ye Xiaochuan could not understand its roar, but it could understand Ye Xiaochuan's words.

The huge body shrank rapidly in the surprised eyes of Ye Xiaochuan and Baili Yuan. In a blink of an eye, the towering body that was originally ten feet tall turned into a hunchbacked old ape that was almost as tall as Ye Xiaochuan. Six of the eight thick long arms disappeared, leaving only two arms.

It was the white-haired monkey king who had taken monkey milk for Ye Xiaochuan fifteen years ago.

At this moment, the eight-armed ape looked sad and tears flowed. It made a humming sound, as if crying.

That year, the world was in chaos and the master came out of the mountain.

That year, the master passed away and the magic sword was sealed.

That year, the master's last words to it were to wait for me to reincarnate and come back to find you.

That year, it was 6,354 years ago.

This wait lasted for more than 6,000 years. The original gray-haired monkey has now evolved into an eight-armed spirit ape that can dominate the world.

However, there is no news from the master.

After 6,000 years of desolation, it almost forgot the master's face, and only remembered that the master said that he would come to find it after reincarnation.

Unexpectedly, tonight, it saw the master's sword again, and all the forgotten memories came back. The eight-armed spirit ape held the Wufeng snatched from Ye Xiaochuan and cried bitterly in the dirty mud.

It turns out... it turns out that monkeys can cry.

The crying of apes and the neighing of fierce horses are the most tragic and desolate sounds in the world. Therefore, a poet once wrote a sad poem "Three cries of apes make tears stain my clothes".

Ye Xiaochuan and Baili Yuan hid far away, looking at the old ape's grief-stricken appearance, the two looked at each other, and didn't know what to say for a while.

Hundreds of little monkeys saw the old ancestor so sad, and they all surrounded the white-haired monkey king and squeaked softly, as if they also felt the sadness of the old ancestor.

Ye Xiaochuan was in turmoil at the moment, and murmured: "This eight-armed spirit monkey is really the little monkey next to Su Qinglian back then. It has been guarding Cangyun Mountain for so many years, and we didn't even know it existed."

Hearing Ye Xiaochuan's mumbling, Baili Yuan turned her head and said, "What did you say?"

Ye Xiaochuan shook his head slightly and said, "Nothing, just sighing about the ruthlessness of time and the vicissitudes of life."

Baili Yuan was stunned. She never thought that such desolate words would come out of the mouth of a boy under the age of sixteen. She was a little stunned for a while.

The eight-armed spirit ape cried so powerfully that he hugged Wufeng and cried for half an hour. Ye Xiaochuan looked at his beloved magic sword from a distance, which was covered with the eight-armed spirit ape's snot, tears, and saliva, and he was immediately unhappy.

As the saying goes, every generation has talented people, and each leads the trend for hundreds of years.

This magic sword is now mine, and I am the current owner of Wufeng. This old white ape licked and cried, and simply didn't take me seriously.

However, Ye Xiaochuan didn't dare to snatch Wufeng from the old white ape after all. If he angered this peerless monster, if he grew bigger again, he would slap him into a pulp with a slap.

When he saw the old white ape licking the sword with his tongue again, Ye Xiaochuan couldn't help it anymore. He stepped forward cautiously and imitated Xiaochi's address.

He said, "Monkey... Grandpa Monkey King, it seems that it's getting late. Can we discuss whether to stay or go?"

When the old white ape heard Ye Xiaochuan's voice, he finally stopped whining, looked at Wufeng in his hand, looked at Ye Xiaochuan again, and then made a few low whirring sounds, and didn't know what he was saying.

Ye Xiaochuan shrugged, spread his hands, and said, "Grandpa Monkey King, what are you talking about? I don't understand."

The old white ape stood up and reluctantly handed Wufeng 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 behind him also changed his face.

The dragon tooth dagger in Baili Yuan's hand flashed cold light again, and was about to attack.

Ye Xiaochuan shouted, "Don't move!"

The old white ape had no intention of hurting Ye Xiaochuan. His rough fingers slowly hooked the Changsheng Jue hanging on Ye Xiaochuan's neck.

It moved its fingers and pulled the Changsheng Jue off Ye Xiaochuan's neck. It turned it over a few times in its white-haired palm, and a trace of fear and fear appeared in its eyes.

Obviously, it also recognized the Changsheng Jue!

At the same time, it looked up at the young man in front of it.

This was the second time it had seen Ye Xiaochuan. The first time, Ye Xiaochuan was still a baby in confinement.

It carefully looked at Ye Xiaochuan from head to toe, and once again made a series of whirring and squeaking sounds. Seeing that Ye Xiaochuan didn't understand, it called out and gestured.

Ye Xiaochuan was confused, but Baili Yuan got the general idea.

Baili Yuan said, "It seems to be saying that it wants you to follow it to a place."

The old white ape glanced at Baili Yuan and nodded.

Ye Xiaochuan's fear was gone now. Since this old white ape was raised by Situ Feng before, he would not hurt him. He was sure of this.

He also thought that when Situ Feng's soul woke up from his deep sleep and saw his former partner, he would definitely be very happy, so he nodded and said, "Where are you taking me?"

The old white ape pointed to the dense forest in the east.

After a while, dozens of little monkeys carried a simple raft, which was just a few pieces of wood tied together with vines. It was very simple, and there was something similar to a chair tied on it.

The old white ape sat on the raft chair, and dozens of monkeys immediately carried the raft and jumped into the jungle. This momentum is so cool.

It was like a tiger is not in the mountain, and the monkeys are the king.

Baili Yuan said: "Ye Xiaochuan, are you really going to go with it?"

Ye Xiaochuan said: "My jade is still in its hand, of course I have to go and see, don't worry, this eight-armed spirit ape will not hurt us."

Baili Yuan said puzzledly: "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 is crazy, you have just seen its fighting power."

Ye Xiaochuan didn't want to tell Baili Yuan too much about Situ Feng, this is his secret.

He just smiled mysteriously and said, "This monkey is raised by a friend of mine. It won't hurt me."

After that, he strode to catch up with the monkeys that were getting farther and farther away.

Bai Li Yuan didn't want to follow them, but Ye Xiaochuan had already left, so she had to stamp her feet and followed them.

After the human who stole the fairy fruit and the scary old white ape left, the black bear beast crawling on the ground raised its head and roared dejectedly. It seemed that it would not be able to get those fairy fruits back. Now that it was seriously injured, it was better to go into the nest to lick its wounds.