Dragon Ball Master Wu Tian

"Hey, Clin, go chop wood!"

"Do you want to be lazy during today's 'practice'?"

"Senior brother's ruler will not be polite to you!"

"Hahaha……"

Amidst the laughter of a group of tall monks, short monks, fat monks, thin monks, big monks, and little monks, the short bald Klin wordlessly picked up his own basket and took the wood-cutting tool with him. Hatao, rolled up the sleeves of the monk's clothes, tightened his leggings, and walked out of the temple's gates.

After being away from the chanting and ridicule behind him, Klin felt a long sigh of relief in his heart. The smell of sandalwood is fading away, and the pressure in my heart has also reduced a lot. How could Klin be interested in Buddhism when he was often bullied by his so-called senior brothers? Do you have feelings for Duolin Temple?

"Oh, it's a pity that the temple does not allow private participation in the martial arts association's assessment... I don't have the money to buy equipment from Virtual Earth Network Company."

Clint was carrying a basket for chopping wood, looked at the cloudless blue sky above his head, and sighed deeply. Although he is not very old, he is already very depressed. Every time this time, he couldn't help but think of the fat little swordsman he met by chance at the small restaurant at the foot of the mountain not long ago. He was obviously not much different from himself in age, but he could make his usually arrogant and domineering senior brothers fearful and dare to attack him. He dared not express his anger, let alone teach him a lesson.

How great would it be if I could also have such skills?

Klin thought this and sighed again. When the young novice monk of Duolin Temple was young, he could only chant sutras and meditate, and do chores like chopping wood and carrying water. He had no contact with the real martial arts inheritance. And Klin is currently at such a stage.

He envied those who had powerful martial arts. Didn't his senior brothers rely on these to bully him?

In addition to the fat little swordsman, another figure of a little boy with a tail appeared in front of him. The game he saw on TV really shocked Klin. Not only is Sun Wukong's extraordinary skills at such a young age, but also the identity and background of the other party. He is the descendant of Sun Wufan, one of the best super masters in the world, and the disciple of the mythical figure Wu Xianren. How enviable is this?

Colin walked to the mountains outside the temple as usual, preparing to do his daily homework and go into the mountains to chop firewood.

As a young novice who didn't have much skills, he naturally couldn't go too deep into the mountains to chop wood. Therefore, he didn't go far. When he arrived at the place where he usually chopped wood, he put down the basket on his back, took out his hatchet, and pointed toward He took a sip on the knife, and was about to pick some small trees to chop down, and then pick up some dead branches to go back to work.

Suddenly, he sniffed (although not)...

"What does it smell like? It smells so good?" Klin put down the hatchet in his hand in surprise. Although he was born special and had no nose, he still had a little sense of smell, but he could completely block it if he wanted to. At this time, he actually smelled a scent floating in the air, which was so strong that it couldn't be dispersed.

It’s the smell of barbecue!

Klin had seen those bastard senior brothers in the temple eat barbecue secretly, so he always remembered the aroma that made people salivate.

There are very few people in this mountain forest, how come there is the smell of barbecue?

Is it another senior brother who is secretly hunting for food and roasting it?

Out of curiosity, Clin picked up the hatchet and followed the faint aroma wafting through his nose, looking for it step by step in the mountains and forests. After walking on the mountain road for a long time, Klin came to the back of a small slope. He climbed up on his hands and feet and looked at the other side. His mouth opened wide in shock.

What did he see? !

A bird... eating a... roasted wolf?

Klin felt that his world view had been subverted. Is the bird eating the wolf? Are you dreaming? How in the world could this happen? He was so surprised that the hatchet in his hand suddenly fell to the hillside. He was startled. If a bird that can eat wolves... discovered him, would he also eat himself?

The more he thought about it, the more likely it was, and the more afraid he became. Klin's legs swayed, but the big red bird eating roasted wolf meat didn't look at him at all.

Didn't find yourself here?

Klin breathed a sigh of relief, and then began to despise the big red bird that was eating wolves. He didn't even notice his own movements. How did this bird eat wolf meat? Just as he was thinking this, Klin unexpectedly noticed that the red bird opposite, whose beak was full of oil from eating roasted wolf meat, glanced at him.

What kind of look is it?

despise? !

A bird that despises me? !

The phoenix ate the wolf meat it had caught casually, but it was not happy to find the purple-haired bear that Jarvis had mentioned. It was unhappy when it found a bald human being secretly observing itself, and it became even more unhappy.

"You can ask him if he has heard of the purple bear." Jarvis's voice sounded from the silver-white necklace hanging around the Phoenix's neck.

The phoenix is ​​not low in spirituality. Nonsense, a bird that carries Jarvis around the world every day thinking about drinking, drinking and eating meat cannot possibly have a low IQ... It can also understand human speech, so after Jarvis made a suggestion, it rolled its eyes. Beads flapped its wings and turned into a red flame, flying to the little bald man behind the small slope in the blink of an eye.

"You, you, you...I didn't mean to peek at you!"

Clin said tremblingly, looking at the strange red bird flapping its wings in front of him, he was so frightened that he quickly kowtowed, fearing that the bird master would eat him if he got upset. Noticing the hatchet in his hand, Klin was so frightened that he threw it away. When he looked up, the phoenix was just floating and looking at him without saying a word... How could a bird talk?

Screaming continuously in his heart, Clin only hated himself for running over here out of curiosity, UU reading www.uukanshu.net It's over now... I haven't seen the colorful world outside, and I have to become a bird like this. Did you have lunch in your belly? How sad!

"Little Master, do you know where the 'Purple Fur Bear' appears in this mountain range?"

When Colin heard the sound, he trembled with fright and looked around. No one was there? I looked at the phoenix again, thinking that this bird was a monster and could speak human language! But after Jarvis repeated it again, he realized that it was the necklace hanging around the neck of the big red bird that was "speaking".

The phoenix screamed "Ang" and "Ang" several times, looking down at Klin, as if urging him to answer Jarvis's words.

"Ah... ah? Purple-haired bear? I think I heard my senior brothers talking about it..." Klin replied naggingly. As soon as he finished speaking, a ray of light immediately popped up in the necklace around the phoenix's neck, projecting On the three-dimensional virtual map of this mountain range, Jarvis asked Klin where the purple-haired bear probably moved.

The phoenix flapped its wings and chirped in a low voice, staring closely at the map projected by Klin and Jarvis.

At this moment, probably when Jarvis was projecting the external map, he scanned Klin's detailed appearance. So, inside the necklace hanging around the Phoenix's neck, Jarvis processed the information on his own: bald, hairless, noseless, The initial estimate of his age is that he is about six or seven years old, and his name is temporarily unknown... which is basically consistent with the person listed in the database.

"The purple-haired bear seems to be...in..." Klin looked at the holographic map of the Duolin Mountains and recalled what his senior brothers had talked about.

The phoenix flapped its wings excitedly, already imagining the taste of the purple-furred bear, and the necklace with the projection on its neck flickered, and Jarvis's voice came from it: "Excuse me, little master, what is your name?"

(To be continued.)