Dragon Ball Wutian Grandmaster

The short man was excited, looking at the randomly placed drawing boards on the ground, he felt very sorry, how could such a precious painting be placed so casually?Holding them up carefully, the man flipped through them one by one.Each painting has to be studied for about 10 minutes. Every time he stares at a painting, his eyes will be lost, dazed, recovered, and amazed... He sighed, turned to the next one, and then his eyes were lost, dazed, recovered, marvel...

After repeating this for several hours, the rain stopped and it was dark. His female companion had urged him several times, but he didn't realize it.When he reluctantly returned from the sea of ​​paintings and spiritual baptism, he found that the woman had spread a blanket by the fire, lying on the ground and falling asleep.

"Boss." The bodyguard greeted the man when he finally 'woke up'.

The man "hmm" for a moment, and when he looked back at the 'soul painter' beside the fire, he found that he was still writing those 'foggy' words with his head down.Hesitating in his heart, the man held the drawing board in his hand, he was a little reluctant to let go, thoughts were spinning in his head, and he was full of drafts in his heart...

"Take it if you want it." Wu Tian seemed to see through what he was thinking, paused the pen in his hand, and said casually, his voice was low, but it made the man feel that this voice went straight to the depths of his soul.

"Should I say that he is indeed a soul painter? He even speaks with such a temperament..." The man was amazed in his heart.

In fact, while the man was looking at the painting, Wu Tian had roughly scanned his spiritual world with spiritual magic, confirming the man's basic experience and character.With his current spiritual strength, it is easy to detect the thoughts of this ordinary person.The magician Babidi in the original book can even mentally communicate with all the creatures on the earth in an instant, and "remotely control" headshots.

Wu Tian didn't care about these graffiti works, and he didn't think about keeping them all the time. After accumulating too much, he might eventually throw them away or burn them, so he didn't care if he just gave them away at this time.

As for whether it will fall into the eyes of martial arts practitioners, and what will happen after that... that is unlikely.Unless it is at the level of Tsurumi (Wu Taidou), even if there are some deep meanings contained in Wu Tian's paintings, it is absolutely difficult for ordinary martial arts masters to comprehend anything from this.

The biggest possibility is to regard it as a rare 'painting school' like what the man in front of me did.

Unless...Wu Tian devoted all his efforts to draw an 'abstract painting' for the 'Martial Immortal Fist'.However, Wu Tian also tried this method in the past two years, he couldn't continue to draw halfway through the painting, it was difficult to write, so he had to give up, shake the semi-finished painting, and it turned into pieces.

With Wu Tian's permission, the man was very excited, but he soon realized: "The reward..." The authentic work in his friend's collection cost a lot, and now he is holding a thick stack of drawing boards in his hand. At least there are more than 50, so how much money can I buy...

Chatting endlessly, Wu Tian felt slightly bored, he couldn't help frowning, stopped writing, and raised his head. During this process, a more powerful suggestion technique had already been thrown out.

The man was startled for a moment, then took out a piece of paper from his pocket, which was his business card, and handed it over respectfully and silently.Wu Tian didn't stretch out his hand, but the business card floated in front of him with the power of thought.

"Chirp..." Phoenix woke up, and didn't care when he saw a few more people in the room. Instead, he was interested in the floating business card and flew after it, but the business card fell steadily into Wu Tian's coat pocket.

The short man and the bodyguard in the room turned a deaf ear to the phoenix's movements, and the woman who fell asleep on the ground woke up slowly, and didn't even look at Wu Tian after getting up.Picking up the blanket on the ground, she walked out of the thatched hut together with the two men beside her.

When they returned to the car one by one, the three of them woke up suddenly and looked at each other in horror: "What happened just now?"How did we get back to the car? ! '

The short man looked at the drawing board in his arms and suddenly felt like a dream.After hesitating for a while, I got out of the car, and when I went to look at the thatched cottage again, there was no light in the house, and the mysterious painter seemed to have left...

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Four years later, Ai Ji 573.

In the largest art museum in Nandu, there is a special art exhibition today.

As soon as it opened, countless people rushed to hear the news and poured into it.The pavilion is very large, which means that the person who rented the pavilion paid a lot of money.If you think about it, if you don't have that strong capital... who can collect so many authentic works of the 'soul painter' who have already sold a lot of money on the market?

I heard that there will be 32 authentic paintings on display in this exhibition. Many people came here suspiciously. After they came, they were all shocked. A large group of people stopped in front of the landscape painting closest to the entrance.A group of people stood together in a daze, as if their minds had been taken away by the painting in the frame.No one chats loudly, because everyone is surrounded by natural freshness.

"Everyone." Suddenly, voices came from the audio equipment on the wall. People woke up from the painting and turned their heads to search in a daze. They saw a short man at the front desk of the exhibition. The collector and owner of the authentic works on display, he had a happy face, smiled and said a lot of opening remarks, and finally concluded: "... I am fortunate to have collected more than 50 authentic works of soul painters, and I dare not hide them privately, so I plan to A painting exhibition is held every three years, and 32 of them are presented each time..."

The crowd was in an uproar, unexpectedly the rumors turned out to be true.Someone actually collected more than 50 pictures.This news is too shocking. Some people hidden in it are already planning kidnapping, extortion, theft... and other methods of committing crimes. As long as they can get one, they will be able to eat and drink for the rest of their lives.

The exhibition lasted for seven days.

On the seventh day, the 'Soul Art Exhibition' came to an end.The man sent two groups of people, one open and one covert, to transport away two batches of paintings, one real and one fake. With a smile on his face, he walked out of the art gallery through a secret passage, accompanied by a large number of bodyguards, either overt or covert.

But unexpectedly met a person blocking the way.

This is a secret passage, and people without identities cannot enter at all.And at this time, no one other than him should be able to enter this passage.The bodyguards moved to protect the short man.

The man approached casually. He was a middle-aged man with mottled black hair and a fiery red pigeon on his shoulder.

"Long time no see." Wu Tian smiled, and at the same time, his spiritual power surged.

Originally, the short man was recalling, but after being stimulated by Wu Tian's mental power, he immediately remembered the scene when he hid from the rain in the broken thatched hut four years ago. That memory was already blurred by Wu Tian's handling when he left. , but now it becomes clear again.

He excitedly left the bodyguards and approached Wu Tian: "Master, it turned out to be you!"

He was about to shake hands, but Wu Tian handed him a thick notebook.This notebook looks a little old. Although it hasn't been opened yet, it can be seen from the side that there seems to be writing on every page inside.

"This is..." The short man was puzzled, but he took it without hesitation.

"Do me a favor and publish this book." Wu Tian smiled.

"Did you write this?" The short man remembered that when he met Wu Tian by chance, he seemed to be writing something in his notebook.After asking a question, he opened his notebook, and on the first page were written six bold characters:

[Uchiha's Sinner]

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Wu Tian recalled himself in the first life, that is, the ordinary "Wu Tian" who wanted to become a great writer, and repeatedly looked back at his second life, the short life as a ninja. Complex ideas resorted to the pen, written into a book.

He did not directly write "Memoirs of Uchiha Taketen", but borrowed the story of the first "Naruto", with the two brothers Uchiha Sasuke and Uchiha Itachi as the protagonists of the story, from their perspective, one step at a time Step by step uncover the secrets hidden in the entire ninja world, analyze the essence of ninja, and deduce a magnificent story and two lives.

Wutian also did not copy the experience and ending of the two brothers Uchiha Sasuke and Uchiha Itachi in "Hokage". With brothers as the main characters, based on his own understanding of the ninja world and ninjas, as well as his thoughts on the 'Uchiha Clan', 'fate', 'hatred', 'killing', 'peace', 'love'... All kinds of fusion.

As for the fate of Uchiha Itachi and Uchiha Sasuke in the end, Wutian intends to make Itachi the severer of the blood of the family, and Sasuke the severer of the fate of the family, just like the original book.The two brothers, one in front and one in back, together for the three characters Uchiha, set the curtain on history.This is also the origin of the title "Uchiha's Sinner".

As for the specifics, he hasn't figured out how to write it yet, and the one that is handed over to the short man for publication is only the first volume of the plan.Wu Tian didn't care about book sales, he just wanted to write what he wanted to write.He intends to rely on this book to cut off from his heart everything, everything, and all fetters in his previous life.

When leaving the Art Museum building, the sky gradually began to drizzle.

Wu Tian raised his head, thinking of the man named Uchiha Itachi in the book, the man who bore all the pain and humiliation all his life, he couldn't help but think of his biological elder brother in his previous life, the one who designed himself as a younger brother, let him personally The person who killed his best friend and opened the Kaleidoscope Sharingan, the man named 'Uchiha Musashi' who wanted to have the perfect Kaleidoscope Sharingan and eternal light...

The continuous drizzle fell on Wu Tian's face, falling into the shallow furrows of the wrinkles on his face, giving off a hint of coolness.

Fluttering...

The phoenix shook its feathers on Wu Tian's shoulder, flicking water droplets.Wu Tian came back to his senses, laughed dumbly, flicked his finger and the phoenix on his shoulder flew away, and the little guy flew far away, almost crashing into the trash can on the side of the road.Depressedly, he flapped his wings and flew back, obediently landing on Wu Tian's shoulder.

As soon as the figure flickered, Wu Tian had already merged into the people coming and going in the metropolis, and disappeared without a trace.

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