The Wuxian Liudao Hall outside the city is in a sad and solemn atmosphere today.

Aragorn and Wu Xiaowei, who were already in their fifties, knelt on the side of the coffin in the center of the mourning hall, and the disciples who walked in from outside wearing the white martial arts clothes of Wuxianliu came over and kowtowed one after another.

"Master, let's go. ”

"Master, let's go. ”

Kowtow one by one and say goodbye.

Wu Xiaowei knelt on the side and wept, her old face full of sadness. Aragorn patted the back of her hand comfortingly. Wu Xiaowei's hands are no longer as tender as when she was young, and more than thirty years have carved traces on her hands.

"I'm fine, I just don't know...... Will Daddy come back. Wu Xiaowei shook her head and said in a low voice.

"Yes, the master will come back. "Aragonese Tract.

At this moment, there was a faint sound of quarrel at the door of the gym.

Ah Long and the fat man, who were guarding the door of the mourning hall, frowned, and shouted angrily in a low voice: "Which one doesn't have long eyes, and he doesn't look at what day it is!" They looked at Aragorn in the mourning hall, and Aragorn gestured to them, and the two of them understood, turned around and walked towards the door of the hall.

Soon, they came to the door of the gym and saw a young man who looked like a hunter being stopped by two Martial Immortal Stream disciples guarding the door, arguing about something.

"Why don't you let me in? I came to kowtow to the old lady sincerely! Our village is under the care of your Wu Xian Liu, and now that your old lady has passed away, won't you be allowed to kowtow? What is the reason?"

The young Orion was restrained by two Martial Immortal Flow disciples in white martial arts uniforms, and said with a red face in a hurry.

The two Martial Immortal Stream disciples who controlled him said helplessly: "It's not that we embarrass you, it's that our funeral today is just an internal affair, and before the death of the master, I said that there is no need to publicize it, just our own Martial Immortal Stream disciples want to kowtow, what is the matter with you rushing over in a hurry?"

Ah Long and the fat man glanced at each other, and probably understood what was going on.

Over the years, the disciples of the Martial Immortal Stream Gym often went out in groups to punish the strong and help the weak in the vicinity, because they all practiced martial arts that were not weak, and ordinary mountain bandits and bandits were not their opponents, so they had saved a good reputation in the vicinity.

The village of this young hunter seems to be the Zhuangzi who has been blessed by the Martial Immortal Stream.

"Senior Brother Ah Long, Senior Brother Ah Jian, look at this ......" The Martial Immortal Stream disciple who restrained the young Orion looked at Ah Long and the fat man who came over and asked for their opinions.

"You ......" Ah Long was about to speak, when the fat man next to him, that is, Ah Jian, patted him on the shoulder. Ah Long looked in the direction of Ah Jian's finger and saw a man holding an oil-paper umbrella not far away, walking from the drizzle.

The two Martial Immortal Stream disciples who were pressing the young Orion also noticed Ah Long Ah Jian's gaze and turned their heads to look over. And in just a few moments, the umbrella holders who were originally still some distance away from them had actually walked behind these two Martial Immortal Stream disciples!

What a terrible kung fu!

Ah Long and Ah Jian looked at each other in horror, and were about to stop the person, but the person just patted the shoulders of the two Martial Immortal Stream disciples who had been stunned, and said in a low voice, "Trouble let me go." ”

"Who are you?" the two young Martial Immortal Stream disciples came back to their senses and asked.

Wu Tian put away the oil-paper umbrella, and the rain fell to the ground along the umbrella surface.

"Master!" Ah Long and Ah Jian shook at the same time, knelt down and kowtowed. Ah Long asked excitedly, "You're finally back!" Ah Jian looked sad: "Senior Lady has already left......

Wu Tian sighed lightly, helped the two of them up, and said, "I know everything." ”

The two Martial Immortal Stream disciples who were suppressing the young Orion were stunned, and because of this, the young Orion broke free of their hands, he looked at Wu Tian in wonder, thinking to himself, Isn't there only one master in Martial Immortal Stream? This person looks so young, doesn't he?

Wu Tian beckoned to the sturdy young Orion, who didn't want to pay attention to him, but found that he couldn't move, he gritted his teeth in horror, and could only let out a dull "whine" sound from his throat!

A hand was placed on his head casually, and Wu Tian had instantly gained insight into the details of this young hunter, and he smiled and said, "Let him in, it's just a nearby hunter." ”

Ah Long and Ah Jian looked at each other, and the master's hand was ...... They had been practicing martial arts for decades, and of course they could see the awkwardness of the young Orion just now--as if he wanted to move but couldn't! In addition, when this person defended himself before, the figure of their master had not yet appeared, how did his old man know that this person was from a nearby Orion?

Could it be that the master can read minds?

Ah Long and Ah Jian were taken aback by their own thoughts, and then looked at the master, and found that the master really had more mysterious temperament than ten years ago. The two honestly listened to the master's words: "Yes, master." "This entire Martial Immortal Flow belongs to the master, and it is naturally up to him to decide who to let in or not.

Wu Tian went in on his own.

"Senior brother, this is ...... Our Martial Immortal Stream's master?" the two Martial Immortal Stream disciples asked in surprise and suspicion, in their opinion, this person was about the same age as Ah Long Ah Jian's two senior brothers!

Ah Long and Ah Jian were extremely sure: "Of course, who do you think would dare to pretend to be our master?" He pointed to the back of the martial arts hall, where the remains of the mountain that disappeared by Wu Tian's slap more than thirty years ago are still there, and have even become a famous local scenic spot.

The two disciples thought deeply and nodded, "That's right!"

Aaron waved his hand at the young Orion and said, "Come in, don't make a lot of noise." Saying that, go back with Ah Jian and go after Master Wutian.

The young hunter felt strange in the back, and asked, "Is that person really their master just now......?"

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Aragorn, who was kneeling on the ground in the mourning hall, shook his body, and looked at the door, looking at the man he hadn't seen for ten years, he was still as young as he had been ten years ago, and he was older than his master.

"Master, you're back!" Old Aragorn moved over on his knees and kowtowed in front of Wu Tian with a bang.

"Daddy!" Wu Xiaowei was also crying, her eyes were already red from crying, and she looked even haggard at this time.

Wu Tian sighed: "I came back a few days ago, but I didn't show up because I thought that your mother probably didn't want to see me." Speaking of this, he smiled wryly and shook his head, his appearance has basically not changed much in the past ten years.

"Dad!" Wu Xiaowei cried out sadly, her heart aching. A sadness lingered in the bottom of my heart, how my mother had come over in the past ten years, no one knew better than her daughter.

At her mother's bedside, when she was dying, Wu Xiaowei could clearly feel that her mother seemed to have let go of all the pain and sorrow, and she even muttered to herself with her little strength: "I know you're here, you're there...... But that's okay...... That's good, that's good......"

However, Wu Xiaowei still felt sad and painful. Father and mother obviously did not resent each other, but they had to separate from each other. Obviously, at the last moment of their lives, they were willing to accompany each other, but they both understood each other's thoughts and did not ask to meet. Mother did not go to that world with a trace of pain and sorrow.

Wu Tian walked up to his wife's coffin and stroked the intricately carved lid with his rough hands, and he couldn't help but think of the coffin he had made for his master decades ago with Wu Fangfang and Tsurumi.

"Fangfang, it's me who can't stand you. In the next life, you can marry a normal person......" Wu Tian's eyes were already red, and he sighed slightly, and he couldn't help but feel such a feeling in his heart...... In this Dragon Ball world, his life has been quietly over.

With the death of Wu Fangfang, Wu Tian also felt that he had finished his life.

The drizzle was still falling outside.