Chapter 1, The Boy Who Was Beaten by a Monkey

The Holy Continent of Middle Earth is located in the middle of Dongsheng Shenzhou, West Niuhe Continent, South Zhanbu Continent, and North Julu Continent. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

In the middle of it, there is a mountain range that stretches for 80,000 miles, which is called the Pangu Mountains.

Among them, the ancient trees are thick, there are many strange mountains and different waters, birds and beasts and insects.

There are no poisonous insects and beasts, and of course there are no rare treasures, immortal medicine spirit vines.

Although the scenery is intoxicating, in this world where martial arts are honored, almost no one comes here to go on what they consider to be a waste of life.

Even according to legend, this is the birthplace and burial place of Pangu, the ancestor of heaven and earth.

But there are no absolutes, no, Mo Qing's family is not an exception.

For some reason, Mo Qing's grandfather, an old man who is said to have a lot of fame in the outside world, took his little grandson to live in the depths of Pangu Mountain, 80,000 miles, and never went out again.

Grandpa is a master, and this secret was told to Mo Qing by grandpa himself.

Mo Qing scoffed at this - how can there be a master who doesn't practice, either planting flowers and grass all day long or looking for beautiful scenery in the mountains?

And the master can't be tripped by Fujiman while walking, and his face is broken, right?

As a grandson of a master, he has only been taught by him a set of methods that can no longer be soiled, called monkey drilling forest.

The name Tu Moqing will not be said, the key is that when he feels that he has practiced this body technique to Dacheng to find a group of monkeys to provoke, in addition to the bruises on his head, he also harvests a body of colorful rotten fruit juice.

After going back, this master not only did not comfort his weak heart that was abused by monkeys, but also took the time to touch his head full of bruises while heheing straight at himself.

Thinking of this, Mo Qing was indignant in his heart, how could there be such a master without manners?

Today is the twenty-first day since Mo Qing left home.

Glancing back at the group of grinning monkeys behind him, Mo Qing stopped, flashed a pinch of brown hair at them, and stuck out his tongue to make a grimace.

Then, in the more angry cries of the monkeys, a few flying wild fruits flashed, and with one hand they pulled the vine man, flashed their bodies in a posture more like a monkey than a monkey, and completely disappeared into the reckless forest.

The manic cries of the monkeys echoed through the forest for a long time before they calmed down............

In the jungle in the distance, the monkey-like Mo Qing climbed the trunk of a tree with one hand, and took out a black cloth bag from his arms with the other.

opened his mouth, looked at more than a dozen handfuls of brown hairs of different shades inside, he shrugged his nose slightly, and said to himself;

"Let you always laugh at me for being beaten by monkeys, this time I will pull all the hair of the monkey king here and bring it back for you to take a good look. ”

After saying that, he stuffed the bag into his arms, and with a gentle kick of his feet on the trunk of the tree, the person went to another tree.

The figure flickered, and it quietly blended into the boundless green again............

The sun hung over the dense forest, and the dazzling light pierced the dark space under the forest through the gaps between the branches and leaves, with a little charming colorful circle.

Outside the forest, in the valley shrouded in gentle sunlight due to the sparse trees, a female monkey looked at the little monkey lying in her arms and drinking milk sweetly.

The two hands gently turned over the little monkey's head, and from time to time one or two black or white fleas were put into the mouth, and the bite crackled.

A monkey king with red and gold hair, larger than any monkey Mo Qing had ever seen, was lazily crouching on a warm stone slab basked in the sun.

From time to time, he shook his furry head, looked at his subordinates with satisfaction, and occasionally lowered his head to find a lice from his body.

The Monkey King's shaking head suddenly stopped, staring at a monkey squatting on a tree branch in front of him, and the monkey's eyes were full of confusion.

It seems to be wondering when one of these guys appeared in his tribe.

The monkey saw that the Monkey King was staring at him, so he bared his teeth at the Monkey King.

The Monkey King was furious at once--this king hasn't asked you yet, but you bared your teeth at this king first, and you don't take this king seriously!

Yang Tian squeaked twice very majestically, and a group of strong monkeys surrounded the impudent monkey with a single cry.

The Monkey King squeaked with satisfaction, got up slowly, and walked towards the reverse monkey who didn't dare to move in the encirclement.

Several of the monkeys hurriedly made way for their great king, so that he could teach the monkey a good lesson, who did not know the king.

The golden monkey king held his head high, standing in front of the sin monkey with great majesty, and was just about to reprimand him, when he felt that the monkey's eyes were dazzling and his crotch hurt.

The Monkey King hurriedly looked down, and a lot of monkey hair under his crotch was gone, and it was just a piece of white flesh that caught his eyes.

Suddenly looking up, he saw a group of subordinates staring at his crotch in amazement, the monkey's face immediately turned blood-red, and the two king's legs immediately closed together, and roared at them in shame.

This group of killers squeaked and rushed into the distance, vowing to catch the guy who made their king ugly, pluck out the hair, and appease the king's anger!

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Mo Qing just sat on the ground and gasped for two breaths, the water hyacinth on his waist reached his mouth, and before he could drink, he hurriedly rushed up, grabbed a branch and ran away.

Not long after he left, there was a wave of branches and leaves, and then a group of murderous monkeys appeared.

An exceptionally strong golden monkey, with a ring of green leaves around its waist, made a few quick nose movements, and with a roar of rage, led the monkeys to the left............

Mo Qing felt that he had really stabbed the hornet's nest this time, and a group of monkeys chased him persistently in the jungle for three days and three nights.

During this time, he smeared mud and grass juice on his body, and even threw away precious monkey hair.

But every time he stopped, there was a squeaky sound from behind him.

so that he could not use his aching hands, dragging his numb legs forward.

He had a bad feeling that he was going to be beaten by a monkey again............

Mo Qing sat on the stone, his legs crossed without any image.

The pale face was washed up with sweat and covered with black marks.

His chapped lips were covered with scorched skin, and his throat cracked like a bellows.

Looking at the white mist floating upwards below, Mo Qing's eyes were full of helplessness, God knows how he managed to run to this damn place.

Looking back at the group of dark-haired monkeys that came around, and then at the huge chest muscles of the leading monkeys, Mo Qing smiled bitterly, he really couldn't escape the doom of being beaten,

Looking at the Monkey King's fierce eyes, Mo Qing struggled to his feet. Before he could straighten up, he was overwhelmed by a group of monkeys............

After a chilling roar came, the monkeys that were beating Mo Qing quickly dispersed, and then a golden shadow shot towards Mo Qing, who was blurred with flesh and blood.

Mo Qing, who no longer had much consciousness, felt a lightness in his body, and there was a tearing pain all over his body, and after spurting out a mouthful of blood, in a frightened monkey cry, he fell into the abyss with the Monkey King who used too much force...............

The sun, which had been hanging high in the sky for a day, finally felt tired, and with a blush on its face, it fell diagonally to the grass to the west.

A few rays of afterglow reflected off the grass into the sky, staining half of the western sky red.

A cool breeze blew, and several leafy trees rustled.

In a very vast meadow, a golden wave of grass rose up, chasing each other and rushing to the foot of the mountain in the distance.

The occasional unpleasant wolf howl or two added a unique desolation to the evening.

Mo Qing lay quietly in the grass and did not move.

Those two howls just now let him know what the guy was spewing hot air and sniffing around on him.

In the past, the old man used to get him meat of this kind of thing to eat.

Light a fire and place the branches with wolf meat on the shelves made of two branches.

With the gentle swirling of the skewers, the yellow fat slides off the golden meat and drips onto the red coals with a pleasant sound.

The enchanting fragrance overflows into the nose and sprinkles with a layer of the old man's special seasoning, which can make people swallow their tongues.

Lying on the ground and trying to pretend to be dead, he carefully swallowed a little bit of saliva that finally appeared, but his stomach "purred" uncontrollably.

This voice not only frightened Mo Qing, but the wolf who was sniffing seriously on Mo Qing's body was also taken aback by this abrupt sound.

He stopped, raised his head and tilted his head to his ears, listening attentively, as if looking for the source of the sound.

After a while, he found that there was no movement, so he shook the hair on his body, preparing to eat the thin "corpse" on the ground that only had a skeleton left.

Mo Qing's heart was full of despair, he had eaten countless things by himself, and he was finally going to eat himself.

Maybe tonight I will become wolf dung, stay alone in the wilderness, go through the wind and rain, and then be absorbed by the grass and trees, and there will be no scum left, and I will disappear into the world silently......

There was a "whoosh" sound, and the wolf, who had not yet eaten the ribs, snorted twice in pain and fell softly on Mo Qing's body, without even dying.

The wolf seemed to have eaten a lot of good food, and his hair was as black as silk, and it must have been pleasant to touch.

The Mo Qing under it didn't look like he was enjoying it at all.

The heavy wolf corpse weighed heavily on his already weak body, making his eyes blacken for a while.

Mo Qing, who couldn't even move his fingers, could only curse in his heart for this wolf who had nothing to do and ate himself extremely fat, and the guy who killed the wolf but didn't take the prey away quickly......

As his consciousness began to blur, he finally heard the 'whoop' of weeds being swept away, and a slightly heavier exhalation.

There was a light on the body, and it seemed that the damn wolf was lifted to the side.

Mo Qing, who knew that he would not be crushed to death by the wolf again, was relieved, and finally fainted with confidence......

A man with animal fur around his waist, carrying a large bow on his back, pulled out the feathered arrow that went straight into his brain from the wolf's eye, and looked at the boy lying on the ground in front of him with a strange and concerned gaze, as thin as a nest of fish bones.

The boy was about five or six years old, and his naked body was covered in dirty dust.

A head of dirty hair, like withered grass, was piled up in a mess on his head.

The eye socket is deeply sunken, so the brow bone appears high.

It seems to feel the cold, and the little finch under the crotch is shrunk into only a small head.

On his right arm is a monkey curled up, and four small paws are tightly clasping the boy's arm.

The fist-sized body was equally dirty, and the color of the hair was indiscernible, but the type of hair was barely recognizable from the outline.

The man pulled the arrow out of the wolf's eye, pulled a handful of weeds to remove the eyeball hanging from the arrow, and after wiping the blood, he inserted the arrow back into the quiver hanging from his waist.

A strange word came out of his mouth, and the man bent down and stretched out his hand to push the child, and when he saw that the push could not wake him up, he pulled him with his hand, only to feel soft.

The man put his hand to his nose, and only then did he feel a faint breath that seemed to be broken at any moment.

Glancing up at the low pressed sky, and the things around him that were hazy as it was getting dark, the man stood up.

Grabbing the wolf's two front legs with his hands, and with a slight strain of his right arm, the huge wolf was thrown onto his bare shoulder.

The man stooped down again, picked up the thin boy with his left hand, and took the boy and the monkey hanging from his arm into his broad bosom.

Walking on the weeds slightly dewed, he walked into the blurred distance and disappeared into the vast dusk............