Came to the door again, and it was a familiar place again, and the bluestone bricks that had just been cleaned up were covered with leaves again. "I have to sweep it up," Sun Ye said silently in his heart.

"How long are you going to sweep like this?" the white master stood behind Sun Ye.

"But we have to sweep all the fallen leaves here. "This

"The changes of the four seasons are based on the mood of cyan and blue, so there is not only spring but also autumn in the three-star cave of the oblique moon. The leaves grow and fall, fall and grow. When is it a head?"

The white Bodhi Patriarch said.

Sun Ye also knew, but how could he control the master's temper?

The cyan master can't leave the hall after drinking tea all day long, and it's hard to see each other.

It's better to do it by yourself.

The broom in Sun Ye's hand did not stop, sweeping again and again.

The white Bodhi Patriarch nodded approvingly, subconsciously wanting to use the method of forgetting hope to see how this disciple's luck was.

One hand passed through his eyes, and a golden light shot out of his eyes.

I saw Sun Ye, with a golden fortune on his head, almost breaking through the sky. Like a high-intensity flashlight in the dark night.

"This, this, this ......" The white master was so frightened that he couldn't help but take a few steps back, and hurriedly asked the cyan voice in the main hall, "Why did you accept another son of the era?"

"Obviously he is our disciple. Cyan made a joke.

"Isn't Wukong the only one in the Son of Age, hasn't he been sent down that path by the Black Ones?"

The white Bodhi Patriarch was even more puzzled, how could there be two sons of eras in the world?

"Wukong, he is my disciple, you must know that Wukong has been to the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion. He knew it all. Cyan's voice was not flat.

"Oh, that's right, I took him to the Scripture Pavilion. ”

The white Bodhi Patriarch smiled, but turned his head and wondered, what is the relationship between Sun Ye and Wukong?

The cyan Bodhi Patriarch continued, "He is Wukong...... The only hope!"

"The only hope?"

"Wukong passed half of his Origin Immortal Qi into Song Sun Ye's body at the last moment, and what is rare is that Sun Ye did not have any adverse reactions. This led to the creation of another, the Son of the Era.

But he is not complete, only half of the children of the era. ”

Bai nodded, looking at Sun Ye, who was busy in front of him, as if he saw Wukong, who was also busy decades ago.

The same monkey, the same blond hair. The same diligence even has a striking resemblance in movement and demeanor.

For a while, I was in a trance.

"All disciples, all disciples......" The voice trembled.

"No, I can't let Sun Ye suffer the same fate. ”

Bai wiped the tears from the corners of his eyes with his hands, and secretly decided that since the previous disciple had been pushed under the wheel of fate, Song Sun Ye must not repeat the mistakes of the past.

"Goku, I won't let your last hope come to naught. ”

The white Bodhi Patriarch stood in front of Sun Ye and asked word by word:

"Sun Ye, do you want to learn the Tao?"

"Venerable Qiqi. I don't have to sweep the leaves first. ”

Sun Ye was a little puzzled, which of his seven masters did he listen to?

"Sun Ye, do you know why cyan asked you to sweep the leaves?"

"Isn't it because it's dirty?"

There are falling yellow leaves everywhere, some of which are on the ground, and if you look closely, you can see that what was originally a blessed place has become a bit of a market.

"No, no, no, there is a Tao here. ”

"Daofa?"

"Don't believe it, you see. ”

The white Bodhi Patriarch, picked up the broom and waved it gently, the layers of fallen leaves were blown apart by the broom, and bursts of aura were revealed from the fallen leaves, which actually drove the surrounding fallen leaves to rotate continuously, and the wind seemed to be pulled by him, and all the fallen leaves spelled out a "sword" word on the ground.

"Look, this is the way of the sword. ”

"Well, master, I don't like to use swords. ”

Sun Ye always felt that it was a little uneasy to use a sword, and he preferred heavy weapons.

"Look at this again. With a wave of the Bodhi Patriarch's broom, the leaves appeared on the ground again, and the word "stick" appeared.

"The stick is the head of a hundred soldiers. As the saying goes, the fist is afraid of the young and the strong, and the stick is afraid of the old wolf. Those with more strength can have a lot of advantages, but with sticks, the situation is different. The stick method does not advocate hard fighting in terms of technical strikes, but pays attention to skills and methods, and uses both rigidity and softness. ”

Sun Ye nodded, Wukong used the stick, and he also had a strong interest in the stick.

Seeing Sun Ye's excited expression, the white Bodhi Patriarch understood in his heart. These monkeys love to play sticks.

"Then I'll teach you how to stick it. ”

Sun Ye hurriedly took out the Bodhi wood from the bedroom, the white Bodhi Patriarch, took a broom, and used a broom with a stick to teach Sun Ye in the same place.

The stick teaches fast and learns fast. The two of them danced together in the three-star cave of the oblique moon, among the layers of fallen leaves.

Perhaps because of his talent, Sun Ye got started with the stick method very quickly, and the Bodhi wood was originally a smooth wooden stick, but it became pitted under the tempering of hundreds of soldiers, which increased the feel.

The master is guiding in the front, and Sun Ye is learning in the back. Countless auras emanated from the sticks of the two, hitting the fallen leaves, the floor, and the trunks of trees. Inspired all the skills about sticks in the three-star cave of the oblique moon, and one by one the words emerged, Sun Ye watched and practiced, and unconsciously had a certain understanding of the stick technique.

I don't know how long I practiced, the white Bodhi Patriarch stopped, the broom had become a dry and bare one because of the constant beating, and Sun Ye gradually recovered from the state of Xuan and Xuan.

I looked at the floor that had been swept clean by the stick gas, and I didn't expect it to be able to do it so quickly.

"Master, I ......" was interrupted by Patriarch Bodhi before he could say anything.

"We are both young people, since then you can come to me every day to learn stick techniques, and when you go out in the future, you don't always have to have a skill to defend yourself. ”

"However, the king taught me seventy-two changes and somersault clouds......"

"Seventy-two changes, somersault clouds ......" Bodhi Patriarch was a little speechless, why didn't you say it earlier.

"I didn't expect him to even hand over these two techniques to you. The master asked, "Did he teach you anything?"

"I also handed over the two spells of sprinkling beans into soldiers and big and small Ruyi, is there anything wrong? Master?"

The white Bodhi patriarch breathed a sigh of relief in his heart, fortunately, that one didn't hand it over.

"That, which one?" Sun Ye was confused.

"Okay, it's none of your business, you go get busy. He patted Sun Ye on the shoulder and signaled that he could also step back.

Sun Ye bowed down to thank his master for his teachings, and then walked towards his bedroom.

As he walked, he practiced the new moves he had learned.

Isn't that method what Wukong learned?

Patriarch Bodhi knows best.

At the beginning, Sun Wukong knelt down and begged for the road to eternal life.

The path of immortality naturally has to be cultivated—the law of ruthlessness. Only by cutting off the love thread can we practice the ruthless avenue and live forever.

It's a pity that immortals all over the world wanted to cut off Sun Wukong's love thread, but in the end they ended up with one.

"The law of ruthlessness, the law of ruthlessness, alas, are all fate......"

The leaves of a tree turned from green to yellow again, and when the breeze blew, it scattered all over the ground.