Chapter 340: Mixed Kun Ancestor

"Is there such a thing?" the old man patted his head vigorously and suddenly realized, "By the way, I seem to have asked so!"

"Well, that's right!" said the monkey, reassuring slightly, "then tell me why I'm here?"

"Why should I tell you?"

"Ugh. Loves to say the net. Didn't you tell me what you said yourself?"

"Did I say that?"

"Of course!"

"Really?" After the old man finished drinking the soup, he stretched out his tongue and licked the bottom of the bowl, squinted at Wukong and said, "That's right, I asked you, but I didn't say I was going to tell you!"

"Uh... The monkey was a little annoyed, "Then, since you didn't tell me, why did you ask me?"

"I'm happy!"

"What?" the monkey couldn't help but clench his fingers, the damn old man.

He bit his lip, and he could feel a thin wave of anger spiraling up from the depths of his heart, growing wilder and wilder.

"Hehe, young man, there is no need to be angry!" the old man waved his hand very casually, and suddenly changed his words and said, "Have you heard of the Six Stars Destroying the Heavens?"

"Six Stars Destroying the Sky?" The monkey was stunned for a moment, how could it be that it was Six Stars Destroying the Sky?

"Seems to have heard of it!" he replied a little ambiguously.

"Well, yes, I see you're being honest!" the old man reached out and pulled out a chaise longue from the void, put it on the ground, and floated up lightly.

"May I ask who you are?" the monkey didn't ask directly this time, he was worried that he would be tricked by the old man again.

"I... The old man snapped his fingers.

Wukong only felt something tremble slightly in his arms for a few moments, and then in a moment of stunnedness, he found that the Kunpeng Divine Feather, which had not been used for a long time, actually flew out of his arms on its own.

"This is ... His eyes widened, a little confused.

Sou!

As soon as Kunpeng Yupu flew out of the Kun Yuan bag, the void brushed and rotated dozens of times, and there was a faint burst of singing.

"What? This feather sings?" the monkey covered his mouth, looking a little dumbfounded.

"Hahaha, long time no see!" the old man reclined on the chaise longue, reaching out to pinch the singing Kunpeng feather, his eyes faintly rippling with joy.

"Could it be ... ?You are... The monkey looked fixedly at the singing feather, and then at the old man for a moment, and his mind changed instantly, and something came to mind in an instant.

"You're a kun... He was inexplicably excited, and almost cried out.

"Shhhhhh

"Isn't it fun?" the monkey calmed down and sat back slightly.

"Woo!" the old man pointed slightly upwards with his feather, and smiled, "Little monkey, I have heard of your legend. ”

"Little monkey?" Wukong pursed his lips slightly, a little unconvinced. He's almost 2,000 years old, where is the little monkey?

"You, have you really heard of the legend of my grandson?" he immediately became a little excited at the thought of this.

The old man in front of Gain, if he guessed correctly, was almost the same era as the ancestral dragon.

"Well, Monkey King, make trouble in the Heavenly Palace, learn scriptures from the West, no one knows, no one knows!" the old man said with a smile.

"Hehe!" the monkey nodded a little smugly, that was indeed the pride and merit of his life.

"It's a pity that he was crushed under the Five Fingers Mountain by that kid from Rulai, and five hundred years later, he was put on a tight spell and went to get what scriptures?"

"It's the West Heaven to learn the scriptures!" the monkey hurriedly corrected: "That's Rulai who deceived me." ”

"Liar?" the old man laughed, "that's because you're far from reaching his level." ”

Goku pursed his lips with some disdain.

"Hehe, are you still a little unconvinced?" the old man glanced at the monkey casually, and said lightly: "Merit only belongs to the past, and pride should be written in the future!" After speaking, his fingers twisted slightly, and a faint black light melted into Kunpeng Yu.

"It's just a trace of obsession left, treat it well!" The old man flicked it lightly, and returned the Kunpeng feather that had been fused with black light back to Wukong.

"Oh!" Wukong took the Kunpeng Feather and looked at it carefully, as if he found that the Kunpeng Feather in his hand was different, but what was the difference, he didn't see it for a while.

He raised his hand a little puzzled, scratched his head, and a flash of lightning lit up in his mind.

"By the way, what about your merits?"

"Mine?" the old man smiled slightly, "My merits have already risen and fallen with the sea, and there is nothing to hide!"

As he spoke, his sleeves waved slightly, and the ocean in front of him seemed to have an inexplicable sense, and immediately huge waves were raging, setting off rolling waves.

In the rolling waves, a big fish, as black as ink, I don't know how many thousands of miles, a dragon leaped, turned into a bird, flapped its wings and soared up to 90,000 miles.

"What fame and fortune, after the red dust, it is all the smoke of the past!"

As he spoke, he gently lowered his sleeves, and the ocean in front of him was instantly calm, as if nothing had happened.

"It's really courageous!"

Wukong looked at the disappeared divine bird and was stunned, and he didn't know whether it was talking to himself or what, so he muttered in a low voice: "It is rumored that there is a fish in the North Underworld, and its name is Kun." The Kun is so big that I don't know how many thousands of miles it is; Turned into a bird, its name is Peng. Peng's back, I don't know how many thousands of miles it is; Flying in anger, its wings are like clouds hanging from the sky. It is a bird, and the sea will migrate to the south. ”

"I heard that Kunpeng is a big black fish!" the monkey said to himself, suddenly turned his head to look at the old man in front of him, and pouted: "However, I see that the old man is dressed in white, and he doesn't look black!"

"You monkey!"

The old man smiled slightly, and instead of answering Wukong's question, he closed his eyes, as if he was talking to himself: "Monkey, it's idle anyway, why don't I tell you a story?"

"Tell a story?" The monkey quietly covered his mouth and snickered, and quickly said, "Okay, Lao Sun likes to listen to stories." ”

"Then you can listen up!" the old man took out a large slap fan with a yellow color and shook it gently.

"Kui Bao Huanglong Wuji Fan?" the monkey looked at it greedily and couldn't help but swallow a mouthful of saliva.

"Hehe, you have eyesight!" the old man smiled slightly, and the fan shook lightly, telling the story.

"It is said that before the unknown primeval time, the universe was born. Suddenly, one day, there was a congenital mixed element of the Yuan Spirit, the spirit of the beginning of the opening, gradually with sanity, this Yuan Ling inadvertently in the West Kunlun to get the beginning of the universe of the creation artifact, after an unknown number of generations of practice, the Yuan Ling merit is complete, the Tao is successful, let's call him the founding Yuan Ling. ”

The monkey blinked and listened intently.

He knew that this story had just begun.