Dragon Ball Master Wu Tian

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Hannah looked at her daughter, who was sleeping every day in the crib, and her pink face, and she couldn't help but feel compassion and tenderness pouring out of her heart. @＠, almost, just almost... she would have lost this child forever. Hannah couldn't help but be afraid when she thought that the child who had been with her in her belly for ten months had left her before he had barely seen the world.

Fortunately, she was saved and her child was saved.

Caressing the child's breakable cheek, Hannah stared at her daughter's peaceful sleeping face... This child was really quiet. She rarely cried. She would sleep by herself when she was tired. When she was hungry, she would stare at the watery black head. His eyes, his eyes follow you, and he doesn’t make any noise when he has nothing to do. His clever eyes move around, and he giggles from time to time. This child was truly a treasure given to her by God. Hannah had tears in her eyes.

Thinking of this, Hannah remembered something and left the crib. This one-bedroom rental house was very small. Next to the crib was the bed where Hannah and her husband slept. She rummaged through the bedside table for a while and finally found what she was looking for.

It was a piece of white paper rolled into a long tube and tied with a ribbon. Hannah stuffed the messy things in the bedside table and slammed the cabinet door. Walking to her daughter's crib, Hannah untied the ribbon from the tube and unfolded it with a bang. It turned out to be a sketch.

I don’t know what kind of material the paper and the handwriting of this painting are made of. It has obviously been twenty years, and Hannah has not paid special attention to any protective measures... This paper has no corrosion at all. There were no traces of damage, and even the lines on the painting were not blurred at all, just like when the middle-aged wandering painter gave it to her twenty-one years ago.

Hannah gently rocked the crib with one hand, but her eyes were fixed on the painting in her hand. In the painting, a lively little girl is holding an ice cream in her hand, hiding next to her parents, looking at herself who is looking at the painting.

Every time she looked at this painting before, Hannah felt as if she had traveled twenty years back in time.

But looking at the painting now, Hannah only felt that the person in the painting was not herself, but her daughter Hathaway a few years later. Will I hold her hand like this, walking on the street, doting on her, blaming her, satisfying her, and protecting her? Of course it will, it will.

A soft smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

Giggle... A burst of laughter like silver bells rang in her ears. Hannah woke up from the daze and looked at her daughter in the crib. The little guy had woken up at some point and was grinning. The big black eyes looked towards Hannah.

Oh, Hathaway, my baby, are you awake? Hannah smiled, leaned over to kiss the little girl's cheek, and said softly, Are you hungry? Usually the little girl's big eyes would not blink. When he blinked and stared at her, it was because he was hungry.

Hannah closed the painting in her hand and went to unbutton her blouse. Just as she was about to lift up her loose underwear, she suddenly noticed that the little girl in the crib had stopped laughing. Two pink little hands were waving towards her, as if they wanted to grab something.

What do you want, baby? Hannah leaned over and wondered. The little girl's hands were patting her face, and she seemed to be reaching to the side, but her little arms were too short and she couldn't reach her.

The little girl kept shouting baaaaah, patting Hannah's body with her hands, and staring directly at one of Hannah's hands. Only then did Hannah realize what her daughter wanted. She unfolded the painting in her hand again in surprise and asked softly: Oh, Hathaway, do you want this?

Strangely, I didn't expect that as soon as the painting was unfolded, the little girl in the stroller immediately stopped making noises. Her two big and smart eyes looked at the painting in her mother's hand without blinking, as if she had seen something interesting. Like a toy, it would giggle for a while after looking at it, which surprised Hannah.

Later, Hannah framed the painting and hung it on the wall opposite the crib. When the little girl woke up and opened her eyes every day, she could see the painting on the wall. Sometimes this painting alone would make her happy. Hannah and his wife were secretly amazed that they could make her lie down obediently all afternoon. They heard that other people's children were difficult to take care of, but they didn't expect their own children to be so easy to fool...

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Since that night, Wu Tian felt that he had undergone some kind of transformation.

To be more specific, it is probably the transformation from a 'short-lived species' to an 'long-lived species'. He has truly integrated into the identity of the immortal martial arts master Wu Tian in the third life. He is no longer the ordinary person in the first life, and he is no longer the pervert in the second life. Ask yourself, Wu Tian really doesn't I believe that a person who kills his best friend with his own hands (even if it is set up by his biological brother) is not mentally distorted.

After experiencing a full one hundred and fifteen years in the Dragon Ball world, Wu Tian finally truly burned everything in the past, and finally merged into one furnace, leaving behind the purest things. The days he lived with his wife Wu Fangfang and daughter Wu Xiaowei, although there were shortcomings and sadness, were also part of his long life. And his long life has just begun.

Wu Tian, ​​who was sitting cross-legged on the big bed, slowly opened his eyes.

One night, his consciousness seemed to be connected to another space. It was a white space, as if it were a spiritual ocean that transcended dimensions, time, reality and illusion. On this ocean, people with sacred faces and kind expressions were sitting, walking, and flying. , a mage with a solemn appearance and vague eyebrows. They uttered maxims and difficult-to-understand incantations. They intertwined their fingers and made strange gestures. They used their fingers as pens to draw mysterious magic patterns in the void...

Wu Tian's spiritual consciousness followed the trajectory of these 'Taos' and meditated.

During the more than twenty years of wandering in the world, his spiritual tempering continued day by day. Now, his mental strength is as different as that of himself when he first came to the Dragon Ball world, and when he used the Kaleidoscope Eye Technique, his eyes hurt and he bleeds endlessly.

Just relying on the telekinesis ability condensed by this ocean-like mental power, he could easily kill his old self.

After sitting quietly for a few breaths, Wu Tian floated to the ground and walked out of this simple but very spacious bedroom. This is a private villa he bought on the outskirts of Xidu with his royalties over the years. It is surrounded by rich people from all walks of life in Xidu. Usually there is no one around at all, but it is quiet.

Because of the original Dragon Ball, there are five major cities in the east, west, south, north, and middle of the earth. Wu Tian prefers the city of Xidu. So I live here temporarily.

After leaving the room, a huge fiery red bird spread its wings and flew over, landing on the wide lawn in front of the villa. It was the phoenix that Wu Tian had released from its transformation.

Wu Tian smelled the smell of alcohol on the Phoenix from afar, shook his head and cursed: You beast, where did you steal some wine?

The phoenix suddenly raised its claws and froze, and its head drooped.

Forget it...I'm going out today, and you can take good care of the house. Wu Tianbu couldn't bear the spirit of this beast, and it seemed that he brought out his alcoholism.

After thinking for a while, Wu Tian took out an orange-yellow bead from his body. It is the last white stone left from that year, the dragon ball that regains its magical power after one year.

Four red five-pointed stars float in the center of the bead, which are clearly the four stars.

I don't know if there was some kind of fate, but the dragon ball Wu Tian left with him was actually the first dragon ball he found in the monkey's hand, and it was also the first dragon ball he found in this world.

Throwing the dragon ball towards the phoenix, Wu Tian recited a spell. As the dragon ball flew over, a thin rope was formed to string it up, and finally hung on the phoenix's neck.

This is also good. If you lose it, you won't be able to drink anymore.

After saying that, Wu Tian rose into the sky.

Today is the opening day of the fourth ‘Soul Painting Exhibition’. Under the kind invitation of the short man, Wu Tian finally agreed to attend. This person also contributed a lot to the publication of the book Uchiha Sinners and other related matters. Wu Tian thought about it, he had used various suggestion techniques, hypnosis techniques and other things to greet people, but in the end he still did not refuse.

The phoenix blinked its big eyes on the lawn and watched Wu Tian disappear into the sky. It could feel a certain wave band emitted by the thing around its neck. With its intelligence, looking at the appearance of the dragon beads, it had already remembered Wu Tian's use of seven of these things to summon the dragon for unknown reasons.

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Hannah was attracted by the overwhelming publicity of the '5th Soul Painting Exhibition'. She likes music, otherwise she would not have ignored her family's objections and married a poor man who had nothing but played the piano and composed music.

What drove her to come here was the promotional slogan for this art exhibition.

[The true appearance of the Soul Painter is exposed for the first time! Mountains, rivers, human beings, heaven and earth, take your soul with you and walk into each world! …]

Looking at the promotional materials and the photo of the painting on the poster, Hannah suddenly remembered the painting hanging on the wall at home. So she came anyway, taking her infant daughter with her.

Her husband originally didn't want to come, but since his wife insisted on coming, he reluctantly followed.

In the huge exhibition hall, crowded with people, Hannah carefully protected her infant daughter in her arms, and Hathaway was sleeping sweetly. Not wanting to fight with others and afraid of bumping into the children, Hannah had to retreat to the back of the crowd with her husband, and could only vaguely see a few people on the stage at the front. Listening to the voice from the speakers on the surrounding walls, it seemed to be the voice of a middle-aged man with a very magnetic voice.

It seems it's really him... Hannah hugged her daughter and walked to a wall. Hanging here was a picture of drizzle in a village. She held the baby in one hand and pressed it on the glass cover with the other, as if she had arrived in a small town in the countryside in the drizzle.

What? Hannah's husband asked casually, wiping his sweaty brow. He was looking at the surging crowd over there, and was very puzzled. He was just a painter, so why were so many people following him? It's not like he's a superstar singer, hey.

Nothing. Hannah shook her head.

She is now extremely convinced that this so-called soul painter must be the middle-aged man who gave her the painting.

Hathaway woke up at some point, her eyes wide open in Hannah's arms, and staring at the painting her mother was looking at. Grinning his little mouth, he chuckled softly.

Did you recognize him too, Hathaway? Hannah lowered her head and looked at the pretty little girl. She couldn't help but kiss him again, smiled and whispered, What a smart little girl. I baby...

After a while, the 'soul painter' who seemed to be talking left, and the crowd began to disperse, each going to appreciate the paintings on display. Wu Tian said goodbye to the short man who was thanking him endlessly. Twenty years have passed and this man is now much older.

After restoring his face, Wu Tian was dressed in casual clothes. Instead of leaving from the back passage, he turned around a few times and returned to the exhibition hall. Like an ordinary visitor, he walked around with a smile and left from the exit.

At the exit, I met a family of three.

Wu Tian recognized that this was the pregnant woman and her husband that he had rescued a year ago, as well as the child in her arms, who must have been the baby born at that time. As they passed by, Wu Tian couldn't help but look at them twice.

Hannah also looked at this strange...well, for some reason, she just felt that this young man was a little strange. Hannah's husband was fanning his hat with his hand. The weather was a bit hot, and the exhibition hall was crowded with people, just to look at a bunch of paintings in the fog? I can't understand those people.

Bah, bah, bah!... The little girl in Hannah's arms suddenly shouted. She stared at Wu Tian who was looking here, stretched out her two little hands, and grinned.

It made Hannah think that the little girl had seen those paintings again. Usually only when she saw those kinds of paintings, the little girl would show such an extremely happy expression and laugh.

Wu Tian smiled slightly, walked over, leaned in front of the infant girl, and asked softly: What's wrong, little girl?

Giggle... The pretty girl grinned, looking at the young face in front of her with her big black eyes, waving her palms.

Little brother, Hathaway seems to like you very much. Hannah said this sincerely. Although she doesn't often meet strangers, Hathaway is indeed not as familiar as she is now. To strangers, the little girl usually responds indifferently, or just sleeps alone.

Haha... maybe we are destined. Wu Tian smiled and meant something. He delivered this little girl himself, although... the method was a bit simple and crude.

Haha. Hannah's husband on the side was unhappy. He glanced at Wu Tian with a murderous look in his eyes, smiled softly and said, You little boy, take your claws away! ’, he roared inwardly.

Before leaving, Wu Tian gave him a milk candy, which was actually milk powder compressed into sugar. After touching her soft, golden, short hair like down, Hannah's husband's eyelids twitched again, Wu Tian said goodbye to the family and left. After blending into the crowd of people on the street, as soon as he turned around, his figure had disappeared.

Hannah looked away from watching the man go away, and looked down at her daughter, who was already soundly asleep. The little girl smiled happily even if she was asleep.

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At night, on the outskirts of Xidu, a villa suddenly rose from the ground and floated into the sky.

hold head high--

The phoenix hung four stars around its neck, cheered, and soared into the black sky.

There is no moon tonight, the sky is filled with clouds and fog, and the starry night is a little dim.

The huge shadow is beside the flying shadow of the phoenix, moving high in the sky with it.

Looking at the outline of the shadow, it was the private villa where Wu Tian lived. Next to this high-flying house, there is a figure with fluttering clothes. There was no moon and clouds in the black sky, and the stars were dim, but the man seemed to be walking on the moon, like an immortal, riding on the wind.

In the Western Capital, which is like a city that never sleeps, the disheveled Tsurumi set up a stall beside the street and was actually writing calligraphy.

Really good calligraphy, the white paper is covered with flying black characters. These words are written with great force, and when turned and stroked sideways, they are like silver hooks and iron strokes, with their sharp edges looming. A passerby admired it very much and wanted to buy it, but Tsurumi waved his hand away impatiently. He frowned at the written words and was very dissatisfied. Someone was passing by and saw that he was wearing shabby clothes. They were about to pay and throw him away, but Tsurumi knocked him away with a bench.

Um?

The brush in Tsurumi's hand paused, and black ink flowed from the end of the pen, UU Reading www.uukanshu.net and spread into a black mass on the white paper. He raised his head suddenly, squinted his eyes, and vaguely saw a shadow flying quickly above the dark starry sky. It's like a glimpse of light, fleeting and gone.

But...he was determined not to admit that aura. He didn't expect that old guy Wu Tian to be here.

His face changed for a while, and Tsurumi snorted heavily. He lowered his head again, frowned, and tore the half-written and destroyed words into pieces. He let out a long breath of the turbid air in his chest, concentrated for a moment, and then pulled out a new piece of paper with a swipe. His eyes were bright, he dipped his pen in the ink, and the pen penetrated the back of the paper and wrote two big characters:

[Hexian]

These two words are simple and vigorous, as if they are two ink-colored cranes dancing together. They are chanting with their necks crossed. They are as majestic as if they are relying on the wind to control the wind, and fluttering as if they are independent from the world. They are about to fly out of the paper. .

Crack.

Tsurumi threw away the pen, ignored the strange looks from the people around him, walked away, and disappeared into the crowd in an instant.

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Wu Tian used a tidal wave of telekinesis to hold up the villa that he pulled out directly from his residence, took the phoenix with him, and flew at high speed under the black night sky. He soon left the city, flew out of the mainland, and arrived at the vast sea.

Phew, the cold wind roared high in the sky.

In the distance, on the black and rolling sea, the outline of a desert island has been vaguely visible.

Wu Tian smiled slightly. This island was exactly where he had thrown the spherical aircraft he brought back from the universe and the egg that sealed the second generation of Piccolo more than twenty years ago. At that time, I had already planned to live in seclusion here. Now, after going around in circles for more than twenty years, I finally returned here.

Under the dim starlight, a big bird spread its wings and flew, and together with the man holding the huge house, it slowly landed on the desert island.

(End of Volume 4)

.(To be continued.)u