In the dense forest, Sun Wuben leaned weakly against the tree for a long time before he smiled bitterly. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

"Damn the divination mother-in-law, I don't believe that without Butcher Zhang, I will eat hairy pigs. Gradually, Sun Wuben's eyes became firm, out of the dense forest, Sun Wuben returned to his mother's room, looking at his mother's peaceful sleeping position, Sun Wuben's chaotic mood gradually calmed down.

On the other side of the world, here is the city of Satan, which is famous for its martial arts, and naturally, the martial arts atmosphere here is extremely strong, but a small city has eighteen martial arts gyms.

In the eighteenth martial arts dojo, there were only fifteen apprentices in the entire dojo, which was the fewest of all the dojos. At this time, there was a young man in red in this dojo, who was wearing headphones and frantically beating sandbags, and after a while, he opened his mouth wide, spit out his big tongue, and panted like a dog.

If Sun Wuben sees the appearance of this young man here, he will definitely be able to recognize this as the son of luck in Dragon Ball, yes, it is the son of luck, a person who is not very lucky in martial arts, but other people who are extremely strong in luck - Satan, but at this time his name is Mark.

"Smack!"

A slap on the boy's head.

"I'm lazy again!"

I saw a white-haired old man with a neatly shaved head and a white-washed Mao suit, staring at the young man with a straight face.

"Oh, Master! I'm not lazy, I'm really not lazy!" Mark Lian took off his headphones, grinned widely, first haha, and then said cautiously, "Master, I have been cultivating seriously just now, I don't believe you ask the juniors, I just took a breath, haha, take a breath!"

"Master, Senior Brother Mark is indeed cultivating seriously!" said a young man next to him.

"Hmph!" the white-haired old man snorted coldly, his eyes just glared at Mark, "Didn't I say it, Sun Wuliu's martial arts practice is broad and profound, and every move is less and more work, and you have to keep your heart on your mind to cultivate at home, how can you be so efficient while practicing and listening to songs?"

"Master, you have wronged me, the songs I listen to are not ordinary songs. Mark grinned and retorted, "If you listen to this song, you won't be angry, but you will praise me for my vision." ”

"Not an ordinary song?"

The white-haired old man laughed angrily: "Okay, wow, then why are you not ordinary?"

"Master, this song is not ordinary, but the person who sings is even more ordinary, do you know who he is? If you know his identity, you will be happy to get drunk for three days and three nights. Mark laughed, but his eyes flickered a little, Mark had been practicing with his master for the longest time, and naturally knew that his master Sun Wusheng had a grandson named Sun Wuben.

"The singer of this album is called Sun Wuben, and the song, lyrics, and singing are all the same person, this singer Sun Wuben can never be the grandson of the old man, but who let them have the same name. Mark thought in his heart, at this time, it is still the first thing to try to fool the master, as for whether he deceived the master, then can he be blamed, who let the two have the same name and surname, it is normal to be mistaken.

"Wow, tell me quickly, I'm curious about what makes me drunk for three days. The white-haired old man's face became even more ugly, and his voice became cold.

Mark was cold, he knew that the master was really angry, and even put away his smile.

"Master, this album was released by your own grandson, Sun Wuben. Mark said with a serious face, "By the way, your grandson is now named the god of song." ”

"Sun Wuben?"

Sun Wusheng was stunned for a moment, his expression was a little dazed, and suddenly a face appeared in his mind, which was the face of Sun Wuben four years ago.

Sun Wusheng was only stunned for a while, then came back to his senses and glanced at Mark.

"Master, I didn't lie to you, really. Mark said cautiously.

"Forget it this time, you are not allowed to listen to songs when you practice in the future, the duel between Liu Feng and you in the No. 1 Fighting Hall is about to begin, and this battle is related to whether our fighting skill dojo can become the first-class dojo in Satan City, and it must not fail, you know. Sun Wusheng said in a low voice, put his hand behind his back, turned around and walked out, and after taking three steps, he stopped again, "By the way, give me a copy of Sun Wuben's record." ”

"Ah...... Oh, Master, wait!" Mark said repeatedly, he turned around and rushed to a nearby house, where there was a package on the shelf, Mark opened the package, only to see a large stack of records inside, and the cover of the top record was printed with the side face of a teenager, it was Sun Wuben.

Mark grabbed the record as soon as he reached out, his eyes falling on the side of the boy's face, and a hint of strangeness flashed in his eyes.

Speaking of which, this Monkey King is really similar to the master between his eyebrows and eyes. Mark muttered, grabbed the record and rushed out of the room.

"Master, this is the record released by your own grandson. Mark cautiously handed the record over.

"Hmm. Sun Wusheng took the record casually, glanced at the album cover on the record casually, and when he saw the side face of the young man, the hand grabbing the record froze.

"Master, what's wrong?" Mark wondered.

"Oh, nothing. Sun Wusheng took the record back into his arms, turned around and walked out of the training hall, and then walked into his room, then took out the record, his eyes fell on the side face of the young man above, and sighed, "It's like, it's really like." ”

Undoubtedly, the first time he saw the profile portrait on this record, Sun Wusheng felt that this was the profile portrait of Sun Wuben, but soon Sun Wusheng came to his senses.

"Wu Ben's child should be in high school now in the key class of the North Capital, this child has a future, but it's a pity that I'm not qualified to be a grandfather. ”

Sun Wusheng walked to the side of the cabinet, opened the cabinet, and took out a photo from the pocket of a tunic hanging inside, which was a family photo.

Sun Wusheng's gaze fell on Sun Wuben's face in the photo.

"This kid is also 17 years old this year, right?" Sun Wusheng put the photo and the record together, the record and the photo Sun Wuben were somewhat similar, but Sun Wuben just smiled bitterly, "It's really old and dizzy, I even think it's the same person." His eyes fell on the girl doll in the family portrait again.

"Miss Mia was alone in the dojo, and I don't know what was going on now. Compared with Sun Wuben, Sun Wusheng's feelings for Mia are deeper, and he misses Mia more, after all, Sun Wusheng is away all the year round, rarely goes home, and takes Mia with him when he is out, this area is nearly ten years, with ten years, and I haven't seen him for four years after a farewell, Sun Wusheng's miss for Mia can be imagined, and he can still restrain it in the past, but today, he was excited by Sun Wuben's record, and suddenly, an impulse in his heart couldn't be suppressed at all.

After sitting for a while, Sun Wusheng raised his eyebrows.

"By the way, Mia's current cultivation is afraid that it is more profound, and now my martial arts arena is facing a battle of life and death, if you succeed, you will ascend to heaven, and if you lose, you will leave, but Mark's kid is playful and enterprising enough, it is better to call Mia over, and Mia's cultivation will definitely stimulate him fiercely. ”

Sun Wu knew very well that his disciple named Mark was not very old, but his self-esteem was very strong, and he was very, especially in front of women, and he would never admit defeat.

As soon as he thought of this, Sun Wusheng grabbed the phone and dialed the number that he hadn't dialed for four years.

Ginkgo Village.

Sun Wu's dojo, Mi'er's room, Sun Wu is talking to his mother.

"Beep~~~" The bell rings.

"Hey, are you ......" Sun Wubenlian grabbed the phone, and a voice came from the receiver, "Hey, Mia or Mi'er?"

As soon as he heard this voice, Sun Wuben's eyes lit up.

"Grandpa!" Sun Wuben shouted happily, "I'm Wuben, grandpa, you've been afraid of going out for three or four years, where are you now?"

"Haha, Wuben, you are very good, I haven't heard my grandfather's voice for three years, and I can hear it at once. The eighteenth fighting technique dojo Sun Wusheng said happily.

"Is it four years, grandpa, it's rare for you to call today, aren't you going home, where are you, do you want me to pick you up?"

"Four years?" Sun Wusheng was in a trance.

"Goben, everything is okay at home, where's your sister Mia?" asked Sun Wusheng.

"Sister Mia is not here now, and there is nothing else at home, just my mother's illness ......," Sun Wuben said.

"Is there a lack of money for treatment? Don't worry, grandpa has now opened an eighteenth fighting dojo in Satan City, and I believe that he will be able to make a lot of money soon." Sun Wusheng said, "By the way, isn't Mia here, when will she come back?"

"There is no shortage of money, grandpa, do you have something to do with Sister Mia? Tell me, I can't tell when she will come back. ”

"That's right, then...... That...... Then forget it, you ask her to call me when she comes back. There was a hint of disappointment in Sun Wusheng's voice.

"Grandpa, do you need Sister Mia's help with something?" asked Sun Wu Benlian.

"It's a little something, I want her to come over, but it's okay if she's not there, okay, Wuben, you study hard, don't worry about other things, our Sun family has been rude and martial arts for generations, and now it's hard to get out of you, a scientist, the Sun family has to rely on you to glorify the court, well, long-distance talk is expensive, grandpa won't talk to you more." Sun Wusheng hung up the phone as he spoke, and his eyes fell on the family photo again.

"Mia, this girl is not here, did she go outside to practice? Strange, Wuben should be at school at this time, why is he at home?"

……