Dragon Ball Master Wu Tian

Tsurumi looked at his proud disciple and could tell at a glance what he was thinking. He snorted and asked, "Tell me, it's so late, what's the point of finding a master?"

After Tianjin Fan wiped Tsurumi's feet, he lowered his head and was silent for a while, then raised his head, looked at the master with three bright eyes, and said: "Master, I also want to join the world's best martial arts club!"

"Get out!" Tsurumi kicked him away, then raised his foot and turned the footbath over, and all the water flew towards Tianjin Fan. Tianjin Fan hurriedly reached out to catch it, and the footbath water spilled over most of his body. ~Chinese~Novel. Tsurumi scolded: "I spilled more than half of it. I will practice twice as much tomorrow! You have so little ability and you still want to go to the world's best martial arts club to embarrass yourself? You can afford to embarrass this person, but I can't afford to embarrass him!"

Especially at that old bastard’s martial arts meeting!

What happened to Tao Baibai back then really made Tsurumi angry. Therefore, the two recently accepted disciples, Tianjin Fan and Dumpling, will not be allowed to compete in the World's No. 1 Martial Arts Tournament easily. Both of them are descendants of the masters in the global finals of the previous World No. 1 Martial Arts Tournament. Tianjin Fan is the descendant of Beijing Fan, and Dumpling is the descendant of Wonbu.

Tsurumi actually only valued Tianjin Fan's qualifications, but when he picked up Tianjin Fan, the two of them were dependent on each other, so he accepted him as a disciple. It was only after he accepted Tianjin Fan that he learned that Dumpling also had an ancestor he knew.

Tianjin Fan's clothes were wet, but he didn't dare to talk back. He opened his mouth, but in the end he was speechless.

After going out and pouring water for washing feet, when I came back from Tianjin, I finally couldn't help but ask Master who was sitting cross-legged on the bed with his eyes closed:

"But Master, it's okay if you don't allow disciples to join the world's best martial arts association. Why don't you even allow disciples to join the martial arts association? I heard that members of the martial arts association can get a lot of insights into martial arts practice in the virtual earth network. Things that help a lot…”

"You have a lot of questions today!" Tsurumi sneered and raised his eyelids, looking at the solemn and stern young man from the Three-Eyed Tribe.

However, even he couldn't help but remain silent for a moment under this question, and finally said quietly: "Tianjin Fan, please remember it carefully! You are a disciple of Hesenryu! A disciple of Hesenryu, don't learn from him Can’t one become a master with the martial arts skills of Wusenryu? What a joke! What a joke!”

Tsurumi patted the bed next to him heavily and repeated the word "joke", almost gritting his teeth.

However, the Tianjin fan became more and more confused as he listened, and said: "As far as my disciples know, the martial arts association is not an association of the Musen-ryu family, and the various conveniences in the virtual earth network have nothing to do with the Musen-ryu."

"You mean, you know better than my teacher?" Tsurumi looked at Tianjin Fan coldly.

Tianjin Fan lowered his head and said, "Disciple doesn't dare."

Tsurumi pressed one hand on the bed board, leaned forward, his eyes were like daggers, and said in a cold voice:

"I'll say it for the last time, don't ask any more unnecessary questions! You just need to keep in mind the requirements of becoming a master. You are absolutely not allowed to join the World's No. 1 Martial Arts Association privately! You are absolutely not allowed to join a martial arts association privately! You are absolutely not allowed to purchase virtual games The virtual machine of the earth network!

"Put aside distracting thoughts and practice hard, as a disciple of Hesenryu! When the time is right, when the teacher thinks that your level is enough, and you will not embarrass the Hesenryu when you go out, the teacher will naturally allow you to participate in the world The First Martial Arts Club... Let’s make a name for ourselves!”

Tianjin Fan felt awe-struck and could only say yes. He knew that the master was really angry, so he didn't dare to say any more words. He bowed and walked away, closed the door, paused for a while, and then left.

When Tianjin Fan left, Tsurumi sat on the bed, found the remote control and turned on the TV again.

"Zizzizi..."

An image flickered on the screen of an old TV set from who knows how many years ago: "...He will continue! I didn't expect that this little boy who was suspected to be a descendant of Mr. Sun Wuhan would defend the ring for so long. Even after a long time, I still kept going!”

In the image on the TV screen, the little boy with a long tail who had fought countless opponents looked very tired, but there was still a strong excitement and fighting spirit in his eyes. The close-up of the camera also gave him eyes that seemed to be shining.

The fighting spirit in this boy's eyes was so pure that even Tsurumi could not help but feel chilled.

He watched the video footage flash by occasionally, as if he wanted to take a picture but didn't dare, and flashed past a gray-haired young man below the ring... He looked at it expressionlessly, and finally pressed the button The remote turned off the TV.

The room suddenly became quiet again, as if no one was there.

Tsurumi sat on the bed with an expressionless face, his eyes were dim and he didn't know what he was thinking. Finally, his low voice murmured to himself in the room, and his voice was cold, like ice shards falling one by one on the floor of the room.

"Wuxian Pagoda...Wuxian Fist...hehe...old man...you are trying to make everyone in the world become your disciples of Wuxian style...hehe..."

Tsurumi's sneers came one after another, and UU Reading www.uｕkanshu.net gradually disappeared silently.

The sun was setting in the west and it was already dusk. The blood-like setting sun spilled into the small hotel room from the window, illuminating Tsurumi's face on the bed half blood red and half dark. His expression was also changing unpredictably, and I don’t know how much time had passed. In this dead silence, a long sigh sounded:

"Master..."

In a daze, Tsurumi, who was bathed in the rays of the slanting sunlight, could not help but recall the days when he practiced martial arts at Tai Dou Mountain three hundred years ago. He recalled the story of his master fighting to the death with the Big Demon King Piccolo without hesitation, and what Wu Tian said about his master. Dying wishes.

"Master is such a great hero and great master, how can he pay attention to the narrow concept of a sect? What he cares about is the entire martial arts world... You also know that when we were young, we accidentally drank alcohol in the mountains. The master knows very well about the water of immortality. So he wants us to spread martial arts widely in our long lives, cultivate generations of outstanding martial artists, and spread the seeds of martial arts to every corner, if possible. In this way, even if the Great Demon King appears again, it is impossible for these evil spirits to do whatever they want again, don't you think so?"

What Wu Tian said that day, every word was like a bell, hitting Tsurumi's heart and shaking his soul.

"Yes and no?"

"Yes and no?"

"Yes and no?"

Tsurumi murmured, closed his eyes and sighed: "Of course! Wu Tian, ​​I am not as good as you!" He sat cross-legged in silence for a long time, and then whispered to himself: "Just let you, my senior brother Let's hand it over again, with our respective apprentices... This guy's talent is amazing, you won't let him go, right?... Wu Xian style, He Xian style... Tai Dou style, hey."

He laughed, I don't know if it was a self-deprecating laugh or a sneer, maybe it was more complicated.

(To be continued.)