After lowering his head looking at the starry sky again, Wukong folded his hands and began to set foot on the road back to his room by leaning on the hazy sight in his memory.

And just behind Goku, when Goku's burly body disappeared into the night, the door that had just been opened by Goku was closed by the evening breeze.

"Master, you're not me, how do you know that I feel uncomfortable when I'm bound."

Goku doesn't know how to face his master, whose mind has changed. Goku clenched his fists and took his hand behind his back, gathering his strength into his own hand.

"Until now, the teacher hasn't seen what my personality is really like."

Wukong scratched his head, returned to his small Buddha hall, and silently recited the Heart Sutra of the Bodhisattva of Avalokiteshvara.

In such a long night, Wukong just looked at the Buddha in front of him who was flashing with the light of his wisdom in the dim light, and a calm smile appeared on his face.

"I hope the teacher doesn't do stupid things." Goku scratched his head, looking at the sun that had begun to rise, Goku shook his body and walked out of his own small Buddha hall facing the sun, but, in this place, the blood that Goku knocked out of the assassin last night was gone.

Looking at those who came out for morning exercises, Wukong could feel the calmness in the hearts of those guys, obviously, these people were used to this kind of life, and it seemed that during the Anti-Japanese War, his uncle's life was not peaceful.

Now, however, Goku narrowed his eyes.

Wukong found a vacant space, quietly carried out his daily exercise during the day, and carried out his morning class, although in this city, unlike before in the deep mountains and old forests, he could freely stretch his body in the mountains and forests at will, but, I don't know why, when doing morning classes, Wukong always felt that someone was watching him somewhere.

However, the current Wukong didn't see the person who observed him at all, but for the person who observed him, Wukong didn't care at all, because even if those people observed, it was impossible for those people to learn that method from their side, the method taught to them by the ape in their dreams.

After taking a deep breath, Wukong sat on the grass he chose, although there was no special fire candle in front of him like in his dream, but, in the eyes of little Wukong, there was now in front of him.

Whoever believes, there are all; If you don't believe it, you don't believe it.

And now, Wukong is carrying out his own adaptation of Shiyi, Wuyi

Everything has a heart, and those who have a heart will have a little redundancy in their actions because of their own turmoil, and if they expel those distracting thoughts in their hearts, at that time, they will be able to protect their hearts and be calm, and in the calm, their actions will reduce their redundant actions, and after reducing their own actions, they will have a lot more power.

Wukong had been brutally trained by the ape in a dream, and was almost starved to death by the ape in a dream, but, at the last moment of death, Wukong seemed to have grasped the special technique that was incompatible with this world, but it was from this special technique that Wukong still managed to combine the things he grasped in his heart with the Buddhist scriptures he usually practiced, and opened up a special technique, although this technique is for ordinary people, It is a bit difficult, but after the cultivation is completed, this technique will help the master of this technique to achieve higher attainments in the cultivation of martial arts.

And just when Wukong was meditating, not far from this courtyard, on a high tower, Guo Haihuang, who would not miss a single martial arts practice, had already opened his arms on top of his own tower.

"It's really strange for this little guy to practice, but, in such a short period of time, the technique that helped this uncertain little guy settle down is a unique technique, but unfortunately, this technique is somewhat dangerous, for ordinary people." After watching hundreds of years of martial arts, Guo Haihuang could already see at a glance what the method practiced by his master and nephew in front of him was like, but it was because he had seen too much that he was amazed by the techniques created by his master and nephew.

The talent of his own teacher and nephew, and the talent in martial arts, can even be said to be able to advance China's 5,000-year-old martial arts to a higher level.

But, unfortunately, this little guy's personality is the same as that of his senior brother, and he is worthy of being raised by his senior brother.

However, the senior brother's heart has changed, this little guy, his heart will change sooner or later, and at that time, he should be happy to accept the techniques in his hands, everything in his own.

However, now, this little guy has been hiding his strength, which is not the state of mind of a martial artist, but the state of mind of a monk.

The little guy had already stepped into the ranks of the monks before he knew it, and the little guy had not yet come out of it.

Although I know that it is just a ticket thing, but when will this little guy be able to come out of this?

After all, the little guy exists in it for a little time, which is a loss to Chinese martial arts.

However, in the face of this little guy, Guo Haihuang knew that his statement could not convince this little guy, after all, in the eyes of this little guy, the so-called country, in the case of no home, this country that did not protect a good home is gone, and this little guy is an abandoned child, and he has no sense of belonging to this country, and because he has followed his senior brother, this little guy has no sense of belonging to the current era. For a life that has no sense of belonging to the times, it is not an easy task to get out of his own world.

No wonder, his senior brother will ask for himself, but, senior brother, as this little guy said, "Zi is not a fish, and he knows the joy of fish." After taking a deep breath, Guo Haihuang sat back in his chair, tapping the radio placed next to him with one hand, and the sound of Peking Opera began to sound inside.