Chapter 411: West Sea (1)

West

Ryugu,

The blue sky was like a wash, and on the vast sea, an auspicious cloud suddenly fell out of thin air, which instantly attracted the attention of the patrol sea army.

The little white dragon's breath was constricted, and he looked at the undulating sea under his feet, feeling a little emotional in his heart.

Thinking about that year, he was the third prince of His Royal Highness Ao Yan, the Dragon King of the West Sea, but because he set fire to the pearl given by the Jade Emperor in the palace, violated the rules of heaven, committed a capital crime, was sued to heaven by his biological father, was demoted to Shepan Mountain, and was later lit by Guanyin Bodhisattva, saw the horns and scales, turned into a white dragon horse, converted to Buddhism, took the scriptures on the road for Tang monks to mount, worked hard, went through hardships, and finally achieved positive results, returned from the scriptures, and was promoted to the eight Tianlong Guangli Bodhisattvas by Rulai, and then recovered in the dragon pool, but I didn't expect it later...

"Master, have you been here?" Jiang Xinghan stood beside him, overlooking the sea area, looking a little stupid.

Here, the water is turquoise, much wider and wider than the sea where they live.

The little white dragon nodded and did not speak.

This is the place where he grows and plays, and it can be said that he has left a lot of his childhood thoughts, but after experiencing the incident of burning the Night Pearl, he now doesn't know whether he loves or hates this sea area more.

Perhaps, after so much, there is nothing.

But now, for the trust of the ancestral dragon and the future of the dragon clan, he once again came helplessly.

This time, is it considered a revisit?

"Listen later!" he said, turning his head.

"Yes!" Jiang Xinghan nodded sensibly.

"Who's coming?" a patrol sailor squad, led by a snow-white sturgeon, stepped on the waves and gradually rose out of the water.

Jiang Xinghan straightened his chest and took a step forward, "Quickly go and report to the Dragon King of the West Sea, just say that there is a distinguished guest coming, come and greet him quickly." ”

"Who is coming, with such a big breath, that you dare to drive the king of my family out to greet you?"

"Humph!"

Jiang Xinghan was just about to speak, but the little white dragon waved his sleeves lightly, and directly slapped those guys with a bang.

"You, you?" the sturgeon spirit shook the steel fork in his hand, struggled to stabilize his crumbling body, thought about it, and quickly sank into the water.

"Master?" Jiang Xinghan looked at the disappearing water army, stretched out his hand, and stopped talking.

"It's okay, wait!" The little white dragon stood tall with his hands behind his back, his eyes looking into the distance intently.

It didn't take long to see a pair of sailors floating up on the waves in the water splashing on the sea not far away.

"Who is it who dares to trespass on my West Sea Dragon Palace, is it because he wants to die?" the golden mantis crab in the lead asked with a menacing shout waving two pairs of giant pincers.

Duh!

A big hand suddenly stretched out from in front of him, and his five fingers were gathered together, grabbing its two pairs of giant pincers, and forcibly lifting it out of the water.

"Hmph, how many years have you not come, don't the sailors of the West Sea know the etiquette?" The little white dragon lifted the big mantis crab into the air with a swaying sound, and then snorted coldly, and pinched the crab in his hand with a bang.

"Ahh

Jiang Xinghan was a little stunned, the master has always had a gentle personality, why did he become so violent today?

Whoa!

The little white dragon let go of his five fingers and looked at the crab shells and claws that had fallen into the water one after another, his face was calm, as if nothing had happened.

Bang!

It didn't take long for a young man of eighteen or nineteen years old to rise out of the sea again with dozens of shrimp soldiers and crabs in the big waves rolling on the sea nearby.

The young man's face was a little indifferent and arrogant, "What kind of person, so arrogant, dares to kill my Xihai junior general." ”

"Who are you?" the little white dragon slowly raised his hand and stopped Jiang Xinghan.

"Hmph, this young master is the third prince of the West Sea, Mo Luodan. The boy flashed the bronze shark spear in his hand with a proud expression.

"Morodan?" The little white dragon was a little stunned when he heard this, and only after a long time did he say, "You, but you are the son of Moang?"

Mo Luodan's face changed when he heard this, and the shark spear in his hand was raised diagonally, and he shouted: "Bold, you dare to call my father's name directly, but you want to die!"

The little white dragon smiled slightly, it turned out to be the youngest son of the eldest brother Moang, how many years have I not seen him, but he has become such a strong appearance.

"I am the Eight Heavenly Dragon Guangli Bodhisattva, and if you count it, you should call me an uncle. ”

"Guangli Bodhisattva? Boiling Spirit?" Mo Luodan was a little confused when he heard this, thought about it, and grinned: "Nonsense, what is boiling hard or not, the master has never heard of it." ”

The little white dragon frowned when he heard this, could it be that Xihai really didn't remember himself after many years?

"Hmph, bold villain, you trespassed into the West Sea, killed my West Sea Army, and now you still want to deceive the master, eat me first and then speak!" Mo Luo Dan saw that the little white dragon raised his head and pondered and ignored him, thinking that he was being despised and was angry in his heart, he raised his gun and stabbed.

Rumble!

A single shot stabbed it, and the power was huge, setting off three turbid waves.

Seeing the three turbid waves coming, the little white dragon wanted to explain again, but remembering the agreement with Wukong, he had no choice but to flick his big hand, easily dissipating the huge waves in front of him, and his big hand reached forward and grabbed the shark spear stinger.

"Little nephew, don't be rude!" he snorted, and the body of Morodan shook violently, and he couldn't grasp the spear in his hand, and almost let go of his hand.

"Hurry up and report to your grandfather, just say that the Eight Heavenly Dragons Guangli Bodhisattva is here, let him come out quickly to greet him. As he spoke, he let go of his fingers and flicked his sleeve upside down.

Kick, kick, kick.

Mo Luo Dan couldn't help himself, and he retreated dozens of steps before he could stabilize his position, and he couldn't help but be surprised in his heart, he put away his spear, and his face turned a little pale.

Who is this young man in white, and why can't he even make a move under him?

"Who are you?"

"I have already said it, I am your distinguished guest in the West Sea, go and report it, slow down, be careful of being beaten!"

"Okay, okay, you wait! I see how long you can go sideways?" Morodan was very clever, and when he saw that he was defeated, he immediately borrowed a donkey and went downhill, leaving a few shrimp soldiers to keep an eye on him, and quickly sank to the bottom.

After a cup of tea, I saw that in the midst of the waves under the water, Mo Luo Dan accompanied a middle-aged man with two horns on his head to the surface again.

The little white dragon still carried his hands behind his back, looking up at the vast expanse in the distance, as if he didn't notice.

After the middle-aged man with two horns in the first place came out of the water, he carefully looked at the silhouette of the little white dragon for a while, and suddenly his face changed, and his body shook slightly.

Morodan looked a little strange from the sidelines, and wanted to ask in his heart, but he opened his mouth and forcibly held back.

Xiao Bailong slowly turned around at this time, looked at the middle-aged man, and smiled slightly: "I haven't seen you for many years, how is the eldest brother?"