Tsurumi looked at his proud disciple, and saw at a glance what he was thinking, and snorted and asked, "Say, it's so late, what's the matter with finding a teacher?"

After Tianjin Fan wiped his feet for Tsurumi, he lowered his head and was silent for a while, then raised his head, looked at the master with three bright eyes, and said, "Master, I also want to participate in the world's No. 1 martial arts meeting!"

"Get out!" Tsuru saw a kick to kick him away, and then raised his foot to turn over the footbath, and flew to Tianjin rice without spilling water, Tianjin rice hurriedly reached out to take it, and the footwashing water spilled most of his body. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 info Tsurumi scolded: "I sprinkled more than half of it, and my cultivation will be doubled tomorrow! With such ability, it will be a shame to want to go to the first martial arts in the world? You can afford to lose this person, I can't afford to lose it!"

Especially at that old bastard's martial arts meeting!

What happened in vain back then was really angry with the crane. Therefore, the two apprentices who have recently been accepted, Tianjin Rice and Dumplings, will not easily let them go to the world's No. 1 Martial Arts Association to compete. Both of them are descendants of the masters of the global finals at the first few martial arts meetings in the world, Tianjin rice is the descendant of Beijing rice, and dumplings are the descendants of Wonton.

Tsurumi actually only sees the qualifications of Tianjin rice, but when he picked up Tianjin rice, these two people were together for their lives, so he accepted the apprentice, and it was only after accepting the apprentice that he knew that the dumplings also had an ancestor he knew.

Tianjin Rice's clothes were wet, but he didn't dare to talk back, he opened his mouth, but finally couldn't speak.

After going out and pouring the water for washing his feet, when Tianjin rice came back, he finally couldn't help but ask the master who was sitting on the bed with his eyes closed:

"But Master, it's okay if you don't allow your disciples to participate in the world's No. 1 Martial Arts Association, why don't you even allow your disciples to join the Martial Arts Association? I heard that the members of the Martial Arts Association can get a lot of things that are of great help to martial arts cultivation in the virtual earth network......

"You have a lot of problems today!" Tsurumi sneered and raised his eyelids, looking at the three-eyed boy with a solemn and solemn face.

However, even he couldn't help but be silent for a moment under this question, and finally said faintly: "Tianjin Rice, you remember it for me! You are a disciple of Hexian Liu! A disciple of Hexian Liu, if you don't learn his martial arts, won't you become a master? What a joke! Joke!"

Tsurumi slapped the bed beside him heavily, repeating the word "joke", almost gritting his teeth.

Tianjin Fan became more and more puzzled the more he listened, and said: "But as far as the disciple knows, the martial arts association is not an association of the Martial Immortal Stream, and the various conveniences in the virtual earth network are not very related to the Martial Immortal Stream." ”

"You mean, do you know more than a teacher?" Tsurumi looked at Tianjin Rice coldly.

Tianjin Fan bowed his head and said, "The disciple doesn't dare." ”

Tsurumi pressed one hand on the bed board, leaned forward, looked like a knife, and said coldly:

"I'll say it one last time, don't ask again if it's superfluous! You just need to keep in mind the requirements of being a teacher, and you are absolutely not allowed to participate in the world's No. 1 martial arts association without permission! You are absolutely not allowed to join the martial arts association without permission! You are absolutely not allowed to buy virtual machines from the Virtual Earth Network!

"Put aside distracting thoughts, practice hard, as a disciple of Hexianliu! When the time is ripe, when the teacher thinks that your level is enough, you won't be embarrassed by going out, and the teacher will naturally allow you to participate in the world's No. 1 martial arts meeting...... Go and make a name for yourself!"

Tianjin rice is awe-inspiring in my heart, and only it is called. He knew that the master was really angry, so he didn't dare to say anything more in his heart, bowed down and retreated, closed the door, and left after a while.

And when Tianjin Fan left, Tsurumi sat on the bed, found the remote control and turned the TV back on.

"Zizi Zi ......"

I don't know how many years ago, an image appeared on the screen of an old TV set: "...... I didn't expect this little boy who was suspected to be a descendant of Mr. Sun Gohan to insist on continuing after being in the fight for so long!"

In the image of the TV screen, although the little boy with the long tail who has fought against many opponents looks very tired, there is still a strong excitement in his eyes, and the close-up of the camera also gives him this seemingly shining look.

The battle intent in the boy's eyes was so pure, so pure that Tsurumi couldn't help but feel cold.

The footage of him watching the video occasionally flicker, as if he wanted to shoot but didn't dare to shoot, flashed from a gray-haired young man under the ring...... Tsurumi watched expressionlessly, and finally pressed the remote control to turn off the TV.

The room was silent again, as dead as if no one was there.

Tsurumi sat on the bed, with an expressionless face, his eyes darkened and he didn't know what he was thinking. Eventually, his whispered voice to himself rang out in the room, his voice cold, like ice slag falling on the floor of the room.

"Martial Immortal Pagoda...... Martial Immortal Fist ...... Hey...... Old thing...... You are here, you want to make everyone in the world become your disciples of Martial Immortal Flow...... Hey hey ......"

Tsurumi's sneers rang out one after another, and gradually disappeared silently.

The sun was sinking in the west, and it was already dusk, and the bloody remnant sun poured through the window into the small room of the hotel, illuminating Tsurumi's face on the bed half red and half dark. His face was also unpredictable, and he didn't know how long it had passed, and in this dead silence, a long sigh sounded:

"Master, ......"

In a trance, Tsurumi, who was bathed in the slanting sun, couldn't help but think of the days when he practiced martial arts in Taidou Mountain three hundred years ago, remembered the story of the master's death fight with the Great Demon King of Vic without hesitation, and remembered the master's last wish before his death.

"What a great hero and great master the master is, where would he put such a narrow concept of one sect in his eyes......? You also know that the master is clear about the two of us who mistakenly drank the water of immortality on the mountain when we were young. Therefore, he wants us to spread martial arts in our long lives, cultivate generations of outstanding martial artists, and spread the seeds of martial arts to every corner - if possible - so that even if the Great Demon King appears again, it is impossible for such demons to do whatever they want again, do you say yes or no?"

The words that Wu Tian said that day, the words were like Hong Zhong Da Lu, beating in Tsurumi's heart, and his soul was shocked.

"Yes and no?"

"Yes and no?"

"Yes and no?"

Tsurumi muttered, closed his eyes and sighed: "Of course it is! Wutian, I'm not as far away as you!" He sat silently for a long time, and then whispered to himself: "Just let you and my senior brother hand in hand again, with our respective apprentices...... This kid is amazingly talented, and you won't let it go, right?...... Wuxian Flow, Crane Immortal Flow...... Taidou Flow, hey. ”

He laughed, and he didn't know whether it was a self-deprecating laugh or a sneer, perhaps more complicated.

. (To be continued.) )