"Amitabha, the poor monk came all the way to the west, all thanks to the blessing of the Buddha, and the poor monk has no magical powers."

Tang Sen has only now figured out the king's thoughts, the way to treat and eat is fake, and the desire to set the bottom is true.

"Hahaha, the holy monk is humble, there are countless demons along the way, if there is no supernatural protection, it is difficult to walk through this poor mountain and bad water, and it is difficult to survive many demons."

Seeing that he couldn't be fooled, Tang Sen had to give a few apprentices an apologetic look, the dead apprentice is not a dead master, "Amitabha, the king is discerning, although the poor monk is blessed by the Buddha all the way, but the four apprentices of the poor monk also have some skills to subdue demons and eliminate demons." ”

"Oh? There are four high apprentices under the feet, this king has a reluctant invitation, the dog has always liked to dance with guns and sticks, I wonder if I can ask the master apprentice to guide one or two? ”

Tang Sen was helpless, looking at the king without a trace of embarrassment, he was really speechless, should he be so thick-skinned.

Finally let him say this, and Townsend knew he wanted to say it.

Want to learn someone else's skills in a few words? This is a very thick-skinned person.

But since the words had already been spoken, Tang Sen couldn't refute his face, so he had to ask the four brothers who were still grabbing a roast chicken over there: "Wukong, Bajie, Wujing, Xiaobai, don't rob it, the king has something to tell you." ”

The four of them were stunned, and the roast chicken in their hands suddenly became a yes, someone grabbed the chicken head, someone grabbed the chicken butt, and Sun Wukong grabbed a chicken leg and chicken wings, which were gnawed with relish.

"Master, what's the matter?" Sun Wukong asked nonchalantly, warning the other three with his eyes not to touch the other delicacies on the table.

"Mage, it's this king, this king wants you to guide the dogs, thank you very much." The king was quite polite, and the commander who came back told him that this short, fierce monkey was not weak, and that an iron rod had destroyed all their weapons.

"You? You can't, too old, too old. Sun Wukong looked at the king and said disdainfully, he doesn't need to estimate what kind of human emperor he is, what is that? It's just a hundred-year-old duckweed, and it disperses as soon as the wind blows, so it's not worth his concern at all.

"Mage, not this king, but the three sons of this king." The king smiled bitterly, he subconsciously put the king's shelf just now, but he didn't expect Sun Wukong to eat this set at all, and directly scolded him back, and he only now made his position clear.

"Father, father, if we don't learn, what can this monk do?" The three princes said loudly, with a look of indignation, where had they ever seen their father grovel so much.

"Cut, don't learn? I don't want to teach it yet. Sun Wukong snorted disdainfully, and was about to go back to grab food with his junior disciples.

"Mage, mage, angry, angry." The king grabbed Sun Wukong.

"Rebel! Why don't you come and kneel down and apprentice! Are you trying to me off? The king clutched his chest and gasped violently.

"Father, father, what's wrong with you? We just learn. After all, the three princes did not dare to disobey the king's authority.

Sun Wukong looked like he didn't like to answer, it's not Tang Sen, these mortals have never had the opportunity to meet and intersect with him in their lives, eat something from you, that's to give you face, and give me Lao Sun a face, what are you!

"Wukong, you..." Tang Sen looked at the king's pleading eyes, his heart softened, and he opened his mouth to persuade.

"Yes, Master, my grandson knows what you have to say, but it's not that my grandson doesn't teach, it's that they can't learn these skills of mine." Sun Wukong is a little embarrassed, this is also the truth, Sun Wukong's skills are composed of several parts, the golden hoop stick, King Kong does not break the body, seventy-two somersault clouds, and the great product of the heavenly immortals, and these are not teachable.

Needless to say, where to find him another golden hoop stick, King Kong is not bad, this has to ask Taishang Laojun, the Jade Emperor and the Buddha disagree, this is made of countless golden pills, peaches and a drop of Buddha's blood.

Seventy-two changes and somersault clouds, the great product of the heavenly immortals, this can be taught, but Sun Wukong is also impossible to teach, this is all from the Bodhi ancestor, belongs to the secret art of the master, without the consent of the Bodhi ancestor, it must not be taught privately, this is a big taboo.

After all, the killing moves along the way can be taught.

"Also, Master, I can't be busy with my grandson alone, and my junior brothers can't be idle." Sun Wukong looked at the three people behind him who were coaxing and snickering, and immediately pulled them into the water, joking, there are difficulties together, this is a good brother.

As soon as these words came out, the faces of the three of them suddenly collapsed, and the chicken legs in their hands were no longer fragrant.

Tang Sen nodded approvingly, "Wujing, Wuneng, Xiaobai, you all come here." ”

"Plagued monkeys." Zhu Bajie moved slowly and muttered in his mouth, but was frightened back by Sun Wukong's eyes.

"Okay, okay, let's just go through the motions, and I don't want you to teach any real kung fu, tricks, everyone is happy, apprentices, you have to understand the difficulties of the teacher." Tang Sen transmitted the sound and sent it precisely into the ears of the four apprentices.

The four of them were shocked, they thought that the master wanted them to teach them the ability to press the bottom of the box, but it turned out that they were just pretending, so it was easy to say.

Not to mention Sun Wukong, isn't the three people present a big deal? Little White Dragon, the prince of the Dragon Clan, a dragon clan's battle methods shock the past and the present, and the pure ancestral dragon bloodline, over time, it will become a great weapon.

Zhu Bajie, the surface Marshal of Tianpeng, the hidden disciples of the people, and the supernatural powers and secret techniques taught by the people, he basically knows it, but these are not passed on.

Sha Wujing looks honest, but he can join the scripture learning team, none of them are simple, and he must hide his secrets.

But then again, even if the four of them teach something casually, it's not something that three mortals can guess.

"The king, the three princes, and the four apprentices of the poor monk are here, you see."

The three princes looked up and down and whispered, and finally chose the fierce and mighty three brothers, and the weak and scholarly Xiaobai Elaine was defeated.

The little white dragon naturally had an indifferent look, but Tang Sen laughed at them for not being able to see their true skills.

Of course, the three Monkey King brothers also have real skills, and there are countless magical secret techniques, but these are impossible to teach them, the little white dragon is different, others are the princes of the dragon clan, and the dragon clan is notoriously rich, not only treasures, but also magical spells, the dragon clan has accumulated for a long time, there are countless magical powers, if the little white dragon is in a good mood, it will be enough for these people to become immortals, but after all, there is no such fate.