Dragon Ball Master Wu Tian

It was late autumn in the year 745 A.D., and the chill was growing.

Everything withers and leaves fly down, especially in the ancient temples on the mountain. The dark yellow fallen leaves that break at the touch of a touch are piled up on the winding mountain road. When the cold wind blows, the withered yellow weeds sway, and in the bare mountain forests on both sides of the mountain road, there is a whine. The sound of the whine went from far to near, from near to far... It was as if the whole world suddenly went from youthful summer to bleak old age, looking even more cold and lonely.

Klin shivered violently. Wearing a cotton monk's robe, he pressed his chest and asked in a low voice: "It's so cold..."

Jarvis's voice came from under the cotton-padded clothes on his chest: "The temperature is around 10 degrees, which can indeed cause physical discomfort to you."

"To me?" As soon as Klin said this, he knew that he had asked the wrong question.

"For most accomplished human martial artists, in order for them to feel the cold, the temperature probably needs to be kept at least minus five degrees below zero when wearing only single clothes..." Jarvis answered seriously.

"It's really amazing..." Klin walked along the mountain path, wondering if the little fat swordsman and Sun Wukong were not afraid of the cold? He couldn't help but asked curiously, "What about Wu Xianren?" Because Jarvis had said before that the phoenix was Wu Xianren's pet, and this necklace was on the neck of the phoenix.

"For Mr. Wu Tian, ​​most temperature phenomena in the natural environment are meaningless."

Klin felt that his outlook on life had been severely refreshed... He imagined what "temperature is meaningless to a person" meant, and in the end he could only click his tongue, speechless, lowered his head and left. After a while, he suddenly asked: "Where is Sun Wukong? Jarvis, do you know Sun Wukong?"

"Sun Wukong is the disciple that Mr. Wu Tian will accept, and he is also the grandson adopted by Mr. Sun Wufan. If you ask about Sun Wukong's ability to withstand the cold, he is better than the average earthling martial artist." Because of Wu Tian's Attitude, Jarvis did not keep some insignificant information confidential.

"will"? ……"adoption"? …

Klin thought for a while, forget it, I'll just keep exercising... He walked straight to a clearing on the hillside, flexed his hands and feet, and asked: "A hundred push-ups, a hundred sit-ups and one more?" A hundred squats, right?”

Jarvis added: "There is still a ten-kilometer long run...but considering your own situation and venue constraints, you can run up and down the mountain instead. I will do the equivalent calculations for you throughout the whole process. I will send a reminder after you meet the amount of exercise." .”

ten kilometers……

Running up and down the mountain...

Klin took a deep breath, fell forward, and began to do push-ups with a huff. One, two, three... Klin is nearly eight years old this year, and has been doing chores in Duolin Temple for more than a year. He still has some strength, and his physical fitness is not worse than that of his peers.

After doing a total of forty-nine in one breath, Klin gritted his teeth, his arms were already shaking, especially his lower back, which was burning and uncomfortable. He struggled to hold up the fiftieth one: "...five...ten..."

Then he fell down with a "bang", and then Jarvis reminded him that if he didn't continue to do it within half a minute, he would have to count "one hundred" again... This point has not started yet. The same goes for "sit-ups" and "squats".

If there was no such restriction, then the number of "one hundred" would not be too easy twenty-four hours from morning to night.

"Haha..." Clint pressed his whole face against the grass, smiled bitterly, and said "hey" in a low voice. The muscles in his arms were bulging and trembling, but he still continued to do it shivering. Klin finished the remaining fifty in a dozen times, especially the last dozen. The closer he got to the "one hundred", the fewer he insisted on each time. By the time he finished the last few One, one at a time, one by one.

"……one hundred!!"

Klin raised his head and yelled. As he yelled out the number, the strength holding him up in his arms and waist and abdomen was suddenly withdrawn. He fell down as if he was exhausted and stuck to the ground with a bang, sweat pouring from his body. Note.

After relaxing, the muscles in the chest, waist, abdomen, and arms were sore, hot, and numb... It was simply not like my own body. They were shaking slightly uncontrollably and losing consciousness.

"I feel like I'm about to die..." Klin's eyes dimmed and his voice was thin and silky.

"One hundred push-ups are valid. You still have one hundred sit-ups, one hundred squats and a ten-kilometer run today." Jarvis's usual calm voice came from under the clothes on Clin's chest, but in Clin's ears But so hateful.

It was really dark now... But Klin knew that it was useless. He turned over and lay on the ground to rest for a while. He raised his hands and put them under his head. One by one, he gritted his teeth and started working. Sit-ups.

Because the previous push-ups originally required the use of waist and abdominal strength, UU read books www.uukanshu. ｎnet So this time, Klin did more than 30 sit-ups because he had been interrupted for too long. When he finally counted to "one hundred", Klin felt that his whole body had been detached. He has lost himself, and it seems that the only thing he can control is his self-awareness.

"One hundred sit-ups are valid, and you still have one hundred squats and a ten-kilometer long run left today."

"..."

By the time Klin nearly collapsed and finished one hundred squats, he felt as if he had been fished out of the river. At this time, the sun was already setting and the twilight was getting darker. Klin's stomach was growling and his eyes were really getting dark.

One hundred push-ups, one hundred sit-ups, and one hundred squats seemed quite simple, and the number was not too much. However, after Klin actually finished it, he realized how terrifying these three exercises are. , Klin felt that there was no guarantee whether he could climb back to the temple now. What about a ten-kilometer long run? Up or down the mountain?

"This is my first time today. Do I really have to do it all?" Klin asked weakly, because he couldn't even raise his hand to hold the clothes on his chest where the necklace was. He was lying on the ground. , both arms and legs were shaking, and he had no feeling.

"It's up to you, I can't control it." Jarvis's voice sounded.

Klin was looking happy, but he heard the mechanical sound under the clothes on his chest and continued: "...but today will not be counted in the 'three years'. In short, I will not be counted in the next three years or more." I am responsible for urging you to complete the training tasks every day. Whether you fish for three days and dry the net for two days, or whether you persist for a while and then give up completely, it has nothing to do with me, and I will not rush you."

Klin was stunned and said, "You're not..."

Isn't it a magical prop to help yourself?

(To be continued.)