Super Seminary: Peerless Momen

Bang!

With an explosion, Sun Wukong's clone exploded like fireworks.

It seemed as if a brilliant golden lotus bloomed in the sky, radiating light and dazzling.

In the golden light, Sun Wukong's clone gradually became transparent, and finally turned into countless twinkling stars, dissipating in the boundless sky.

This clone is actually an energy body composed of dark energy.

The moment it dissipated, the air around it seemed to fluctuate, and a subtle energy wave spread.

After defeating Sun Wukong's clone, Mo He flew down from the sky and saluted Sun Wukong with his fists clasped.

"Thank you, Great Sage, for your teachings!"

"Yes, it's interesting. Come in."

Sun Wukong's eyes were deep. He looked at Mo He with a satisfied smile on his face, and a hint of appreciation in his eyes.

Mo He smiled slightly, he put away the armor and non-attack in his hands, then walked into the house with Sun Wukong.

They crossed the spacious courtyard, walked along the corridor, and finally came to the living room.

The layout of the living room is both simple and modern, as if it is a perfect combination of ancient and modern times.

There are ancient paintings hanging on the walls and modern objects placed on the desks. Each part complements the other and is full of harmonious beauty.

Sun Wukong's gaze stayed on Mo He for a moment, and then he said, "It's really not easy for you to defeat my clone."

Mo He smiled slightly. He looked at Sun Wukong with a gleam in his eyes. "Great Sage, you are too kind. I was just lucky."

"You said your last name was Mo?" Sun Wukong asked suddenly, with a hint of curiosity in his voice.

Mo He nodded slightly and replied, "Yes!" His voice was calm and firm, as if he was proud of his surname.

Sun Wukong walked to the refrigerator, took out two bottles of beer, threw one to Mo He, and then opened his own bottle.

While drinking beer, he recalled: "I, Old Sun, remember meeting a young man in the Super Seminary thousands of years ago. His last name was also Mo. What was his name..."

"Mo Di!" Mo He's heart moved, and he immediately reminded him, with a gleam in his eyes.

As expected, the ancestor Mozi knew Sun Wukong, so Mo He felt more confident now.

"Yes, it's him!" Sun Wukong nodded, walked over and sat down across from the Mo River, then looked at him and asked, "Are you his descendant?"

"That's right!" Mo He nodded, and then began to introduce his identity and some things about the Mohist school to Sun Wukong.

Sun Wukong suddenly realized what was going on and said with emotion: "Oh, so it's the descendant of an old friend!"

He took a sip of beer and then asked, "What do you want from me, Old Sun?"

"Junior would like to ask the Great Sage for a piece of monkey hair!" Mo He went straight to the point, with a hint of anticipation in his voice.

Mo He looked at Sun Wukong's face carefully. Although his face was covered with red monkey hair and his expression could not be seen clearly, it was obvious that he was not angry, just a little surprised.

"Monkey hair?" Sun Wukong looked at Mo He in surprise, "What are you doing here?"

"Well, I'm sorry, Great Sage, this involves my personal privacy!" Mo He touched his nose, feeling a little embarrassed.

"I understand!" Sun Wukong looked at Mo He and nodded: "It's just research. Old Du always does this."

When Mo He heard this, he smiled awkwardly. It seemed that Dukao often did this.

Sun Wukong shook his head. "Since you are the descendant of an old friend, it is not a big deal. I will satisfy you."

After saying that, he casually plucked a monkey hair from his body and handed it to Mo He: "Is it enough? I've been losing hair a lot recently!"

"Enough, enough, thank you Great Sage!" Mo He was a little amused by what Sun Wukong said, and a grateful smile appeared on his face.

Mo He glanced at Sun Wukong's pajamas and thought that since his goal had been achieved, it was time to leave.

He stood up, ready to leave, and said, "Then Great Sage, I will not disturb your rest."

Sun Wukong waved his hand and asked in confusion, "You're leaving now, is there something urgent?"

There was a hint of reluctance in his voice, as if he didn't want Mo He to leave so soon.

Mo He shook his head and replied, "Not really." He really didn't have any important plans recently, and his life was relatively leisurely.

Sun Wukong's eyes lit up, and he immediately suggested, "Then you can come later and have a few drinks with me, Old Sun."

He raised the beer in his hand and looked at Mo He with a hint of anticipation on his face.

He then said sadly: "I am alone, a little bored, so I'll just chat for a while."

There was a hint of loneliness in his tone, which made people feel sympathy.

Mo He looked at Sun Wukong's condition and was a little overwhelmed.

How come the Monkey King, who is said to kill gods and Buddhas, looks like a otaku?

There was an air of melancholy, loneliness and confusion about the whole person.

Alas, who made him so soft-hearted!

Mo He was silent for a moment, and without hesitating for too long, he agreed.

He sat back on the sofa and drank beer with Sun Wukong. The two began to chat and the atmosphere in the living room gradually became relaxed and pleasant.

For Mo He, being able to drink, eat meat and brag with the legendary idol Sun Wukong is something that would make him laugh even in his dreams.

In addition, he had a curious desire to explore Sun Wukong, so he began to ask a hundred thousand questions.

"Great Sage, did you really go to the West to obtain Buddhist scriptures?" Mo He asked curiously, his eyes flashing with curiosity about this legendary story.

Sun Wukong took a sip of beer and replied, "Yes." There was a hint of reminiscence in his tone, as if the experience happened just yesterday.

"With Tang Seng?" Mo He continued to ask. His questions came one after another, as if he would never finish.

Sun Wukong corrected him: "Don't call him Tang Monk, call him Tang Xuanzang!" There was a hint of seriousness in his tone, as if he had deep respect for this great monk in history.

"What does Wu Zetian look like?" Mo He's questions became more and more diverse.

Sun Wukong smiled, with a hint of mischief in his tone, and replied, "That's it!"

"Is Yang Yuhuan beautiful?" Mo He continued to ask. He was also full of curiosity about the beauties in ancient times.

Sun Wukong nodded and replied, "Except for being hairless, it is indeed very beautiful!"

"Does Zhu Yuanzhang have a pockmarked face?"

"No."

"Where is Zhu Yunwen?"

"Let's go to sea!"

"..."

In this way, the two of them drank and chatted, and the atmosphere in the living room became more and more lively.

Mo He asked questions one after another, and it seemed that his curiosity would never be satisfied.

Sun Wukong's answer was witty, full of humor and wisdom, which made people laugh.

The man and the monkey were drinking and chatting about everything from the past to the present. How pleasant it was!

Their conversation includes both memories of history and reflections on life, as if it were a dialogue between two different eras. It is very interesting.

At the same time, what Mo He did not expect was that this incident today would make him and Sun Wukong become close friends.

This was also an unexpected surprise for him!

He had never thought that he could become friends with the legendary Monkey King. This experience made him feel very wonderful.

Let me ask you, which Chinese boy’s childhood hero is not Sun Wukong? !