Opened a martial arts school, and his eldest disciple Batman

Chapter 1 The Golden Finger comes after the plot ends

Shun Dynasty, Donghai Province, Jiulongwan County.

There was a martial arts hall in the county, and it was deserted, with only two sweeping servants cleaning the dust from the martial arts training ground.

Seeing that there was nothing to clean, Du Mu asked two servants to go to the backyard to cook first.

After the two servants left the front yard, Du Mu sat on the armchair in the Military Academy, drinking tea and looking at the setting sun. He was the only one in the huge courtyard, feeling as if in a dream.

It has been six years since I traveled through time, but it feels like a lifetime.

When he first traveled through time, he woke up on a pile of corpses, and the martial arts hall he was in was still on fire.

Fortunately, it rained that day, otherwise even if he was resurrected, he would probably be burned to death again.

Through the inherited memories, Du Mu learned that the tragic death of his original family was due to his father's recent act of chivalry in which he captured and killed two mutilators, and was eventually retaliated by the "Beggars' Gang" behind him.

Du Mu originally did not want to get involved in the feud with his original body, but due to his lack of experience, when he wanted to leave the county, he was discovered by the Beggars' Gang that he was not dead, and he immediately fell into despair again.

He could only escape while practicing the "Four Phase Fist" handed down from his original family to survive. By chance, he also obtained many other martial arts secrets to make up for his shortcomings and improve his strength.

Finally, after six years of hard training, he used the twenty cannons he bought to fire at the same time, killing the top masters of the Beggars' Sect and razing the Beggars' Sect branch in Kowloon Bay, thus achieving his revenge.

Sure enough, this thing still works well.

Of course, this does not mean that the six years of hard training were in vain. After all, if Du Mu did not have basic martial arts skills, how could he have the leisure time to do business and make money? He would have been killed by the minions of the Beggars' Sect long ago.

The cannon is just a paid item that you use after defeating the final boss.

Just as Du Mu was recalling what he had learned in the past six years, the door of the martial arts school was suddenly pushed open.

A pale-faced man, wearing black clothes soaked by the rain, walked in with a confused look on his face.

Du Mu was surprised. It didn’t rain today. Did this man fall into the water?
When Du Mu saw the face of the person who came, he was even more surprised. It was not that he knew him, but that this person was obviously a Western barbarian.

Kowloon Bay is a coastal port city. It is not uncommon to see Western barbarians, but most of them stay in their own territories. Why would they come to my martial arts school?

Could it be that he wanted to learn martial arts? But he had just taken revenge not long ago, and had just rebuilt the martial arts school that had been burned down in the past few days. He wanted to stabilize the situation before considering reopening the martial arts school.

It is not even certain whether he can open a martial arts school. After all, reopening his father's martial arts school was just the original body's last wish, and it has little to do with Du Mu, the time traveler.

At this moment, a line of text suddenly appeared in front of Du Mu:
[Congratulations to the owner of the martial arts school for opening, and present a gift: From now on, from Chen to Zi, only one disciple in the martial arts arena will make ten times the progress of martial arts to the master. ]

Du Mu almost spit out the tea in his mouth.

what's the situation?
I haven't decided to open a martial arts school yet. You're sending me a gift in advance. Are you trying to frame me?

From what I see, it means that from 7am to 11pm, as long as there is a disciple practicing in the martial arts arena, the improved skills can be multiplied tenfold and returned to the disciple?
This is too outrageous. If I had this before, I would have killed everyone and there would be no need to hide.

But now my revenge is over. I have wasted six whole years of my youth and you have just received the golden finger. Isn’t that a bit disrespectful?

The line of words disappeared very quickly, as if it had never existed, causing Du Mu to suspect that he was seeing things.

"Where is this?"

When Du Mu was speechless because of suddenly getting the golden finger, Xiyi, who had been observing the surrounding environment, spoke.

He looked very alert and backed away while talking.

Until he walked out of the door, the whole person suddenly disappeared out of thin air.

"what?"

Today, supernatural phenomena occurred continuously, and Du Mu finally began to doubt his mental state, wondering if he had not yet woken up.

The next moment, the same Xiyi reappeared in the door with a look of horror on his face.

He looked at Du Mu and asked in a doubtful tone: "How did you do it? Why did I pass through that alley and come to this courtyard?"

Du Mu secretly circulated his internal energy, dividing it into two streams, which collided with each other in his dantian.

I felt a sharp pain in my lower abdomen, but I didn't wake up from the dream. It seemed that all this was not an illusion.

However, after six years of fleeing, he was no longer used to showing emotions in front of outsiders. Du Mu simply put down the tea bowl and answered the question with a question: "Since you can leave and don't know where this place is, why do you stay here?"

Although Du Mu also wanted to know how the other party suddenly appeared, he was not the young boy he was when he first traveled through time. Facing such a person of unknown origin, he still had some basic vigilance, so he immediately ordered him to leave. As soon as he finished speaking, Du Mu remembered that the Xiyi in front of him had just spoken English, while he was speaking Chinese.

He was about to repeat it in English when Xiyi in front of him fell silent for a moment and also switched to Chinese, saying in Mandarin with a slight accent: "Because that alley is where my parents died... I'm here to pay tribute to them."

Du Mu couldn't handle these words.

Did you lose both your parents? And they died here too?
It’s an alley, right? Do you think you are Batman?
and many more?

Recalling the strange scene when the other party appeared, Du Mu exclaimed in his heart, No way, No way.

Could this person really be Bruce Wayne who has traveled through time?
Didn't I travel through time and space to a martial arts world? An American movie character appeared. Wasn't that a bit of a mismatch?

However, assuming that I actually traveled through time to the Chinese martial arts world far away overseas in American movies, it cannot be said that there is a conflict in worldview...

Du Mu looked carefully at the young man in front of him who was about the same age as him. He could sense a strong sense of confusion, bewilderment, and anger from him... and there was also a smell of blood on his body.

It was almost the same as when he was first being hunted.

It's not just because you are in danger, but more because you are questioning the whole world.

Why can the kidnappers who commit mutilation and dismemberment have such power, gather such a huge force, earn staggering wealth, and run rampant with the connivance of the government, while ordinary people find it a sin to even resist?
This kind of questioning is irrational. It is the questioning of one's own values ​​when encountering major changes. Most people who have been treated unfairly have similar negative emotions.

But now Du Mu had already figured it out and his heart was calm.

Morality can only restrain oneself. What is applicable everywhere is not morality but physics.

So he used physics to blast the dregs into pieces.

Du Mu hesitated for a moment, then said, "Please accept my condolences, sir. I don't know where the alley you are talking about is. This is just a martial arts school opened by a martial arts master like me."

"Martial arts hall?" The young man observed the surroundings and found that it was indeed similar to the martial arts hall he had seen in a certain Eastern country in the past.

The imposing Military Academy and the left and right arches divide the front and back yards. The front yard is simply a training ground filled with stone locks, weapon racks, and plum blossom piles.

How did he get from Crime Alley to China? It was almost halfway around the world from Gotham.

Fortunately, knowing that he could return to Gotham by exiting the gate, Bruce Wayne was not too nervous. Instead, he became curious.

Not long ago, he had just returned to Gotham after seven years of wandering, and was preparing to make a big move, but was immediately hit hard by Gotham.

The first step back into Gotham, of course, is to carefully observe the Gotham she hasn't seen for seven years... As expected, she's become worse.

While exploring the most chaotic East Side of Gotham in disguise, he encountered... something that was hard to accept.

A little girl, whose height was not even as high as his belly, asked him if he wanted to have some fun.

At that moment, Bruce seemed to hear the sound of blood vessels pumping in his temples, and the fist in his pocket was almost crushed.

He couldn't help but ask the other person's age, but was immediately spotted by gang members who were watching him secretly.

Bruce realized that he was too inexperienced and his method of pretending to be low-key was just like that of an undercover policeman. Not only did he fail to keep a low profile, but he ended up standing out like a light bulb.

The conflict happened in a flash, and Bruce was almost injured in the third round.

It wasn't that the little thugs were so powerful... They were hit on the chin in the first place and fell into a peaceful sleep. But he didn't expect that the attack came from that little girl.

A dagger stabbed into his thigh.

The police who arrived later not only turned a blind eye to the chaos in the neighborhood, but also shot the "troublemaker" without asking any questions.

He had no choice but to escape the police pursuit with his injuries and return to his Porsche two streets away to find shelter.

The police will not search such luxury cars.

Bruce couldn't help but feel confused as he bandaged the wound with the medicine box he had prepared in advance.

What should I do?
Gotham is rotten at its roots, and it can't be cured by pruning the branches and leaves.

What's the point of being a vigilante when you can't even trust the judiciary?
In confusion, he took off his disguise mask and subconsciously drove to Crime Alley.

Like a lost child, he wants guidance from his father.

(End of this chapter)