Dragon Ball Master Wu Tian

The short man was excited. He looked at the painting boards placed randomly on the ground and lamented greatly. How could such a precious painting be placed so randomly? Picking it up carefully, the man looked through it one by one. It takes about ten minutes to look at each picture. Every time he stares at a picture, his eyes will lose focus, bewilderment, recover, and marvel... He sighs, and turns to the next picture, and then his eyes will lose focus, bewilderment, recovery, and... Amazing...

This was repeated for several hours. By this time, the rain had stopped and it was getting dark. His female companion had urged him several times, but he had been unaware. When he reluctantly returned from the ocean of paintings and the baptism of spirit, he found that the woman had spread a blanket next to the fire, lying on the ground and fell asleep.

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

The man said "hmm", 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 and was reluctant to let go. Thoughts were racing through his mind, and he was making a rough draft in his heart...

"If you want it, then take it away." Wu Tian seemed to see through what he was thinking. He paused with the pen in his hand and said casually. His voice was low, but it made the man feel that this voice penetrated deep into his soul.

‘Should I say he is worthy of being a soul painter? He even speaks with such a temperament...’ The man marveled in his heart.

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

Wu Tian didn't care about these graffiti, and he didn't think about keeping them forever. If they accumulated too much, they might eventually be thrown away or burned, so it didn't matter to him just giving them away.

As for whether it would fall into the eyes of martial arts practitioners and what would happen next...that's unlikely. Unless you are at the level of Tsurumi (Martial Master), even if there are some profound meanings contained in Wu Tian's paintings, ordinary martial arts masters will never be able to comprehend anything through them.

The most likely possibility is to think of 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 'Wuxian Fist'. However, Wu Tian also tried this method in the past two years. Halfway through the painting, he became unsustainable and found it difficult to start writing. He had no choice but to give up and shake the half-finished painting into pieces.

After receiving Wu Tian's permission, the man was extremely excited, but he soon came to his senses: "The reward..." The original painting collected by his friend cost a lot of money. Now he has a thick stack of paintings on the drawing board in his hand. There are at least fifty of them, so how much does it cost to buy them...

While chattering endlessly, Wu Tian couldn't help but frown, stopped writing, and raised his head. In the process, a more effective suggestion technique had been thrown out.

The man was startled for a moment, then took out a piece of paper from his arms, which was his business card, and handed it over respectfully and silently. Wu Tian didn't reach out, and the business card floated to him with the power of his mind.

"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 chased after it, but the business card fell steadily into the pocket of Wu Tian's jacket.

The short man and bodyguard in the room turned a deaf ear to Phoenix's actions. The woman sleeping on the ground also woke up slowly and did not even look at Wu Tian after she got up. She picked up the blanket on the floor and walked out of the thatched house with the two men beside her.

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

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

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Four years later, in 573 A.D.

There is a special painting exhibition today in the largest art gallery in Nandu.

As soon as it started, countless people came after hearing the news and poured into it. The exhibition hall is very large, which means that the person who rented it out is very generous. Think about it, if you don't have that strong capital... who can collect so many authentic works of the 'soul painter' who has already made a fortune for his paintings on the market?

I heard that thirty-two authentic paintings would be on display in this art exhibition. Many people came with doubts. After arriving, they were all shocked. A large number of people gathered around a landscape painting closest to the entrance and could not stop. forward. The group of people seemed to be distracted by the painting in the frame, standing together in a daze. No one is chatting noisily because everyone is wandering in the natural and refreshing environment.

"Everyone." Suddenly, voices came from the sound equipment on the wall. People woke up from the paintings and turned around to look for it. They saw a short man at the front desk of the exhibition. He was the organizer of this art exhibition and also the organizer of this exhibition. The collector and owner of the authentic works on display, he was beaming with joy, said a lot of opening remarks with a smile, and finally concluded: "...I am fortunate to have collected more than fifty authentic works of the soul painter, and I dare not keep it secret, so We plan to hold a painting exhibition every three years and show thirty-two of them each time..."

The crowd was in an uproar, not expecting the rumor to be true. Someone actually collected more than fifty pieces. This news is so shocking. Some people hidden among them are already planning kidnapping, extortion, theft... and other methods of committing crimes. As long as they can get one, they will have nothing to worry about in this life.

The exhibition lasted for seven days.

On the seventh day, the ‘Soul Painting Exhibition’ came to an end. The man sent two groups of people, one covertly and one overtly, to transport away two batches of paintings, one authentic and one false. With a smile on his face, accompanied by a large number of overt or covert bodyguards, he left the art museum through a secret passage.

But unexpectedly, he met someone blocking his way.

This is a secret passage, and no one without identity can enter at all. 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 dove on his shoulder.

"Long time no see." Wu Tian smiled, while his spiritual power surged.

Originally, the short man was reminiscing. After being stimulated by Wu Tian's mental power, he immediately remembered the scene when he took shelter in the dilapidated thatched house four years ago. That memory had already been blurred because of Wu Tian's handling when he left. , but it became clear at this moment.

He left the bodyguard excitedly and approached Wu Tian: "Master, it's you!"

He was about to shake hands when Wu Tian handed him a thick notebook. This notebook looks a bit old. Although it has not been opened, it can be seen from the side that there seems to be writing on every page inside.

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

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

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

[The Sinner of Uchiha]

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Wu Tian recalled his first life, that is, the ordinary 'Wu Tian' who wanted to become a great writer, and repeatedly reviewed his second life, that short life as a ninja. After thinking about it, he made many decisions Complex thoughts were put into writing and turned into a book.

He did not directly write "Memoirs of Uchiha Taketen", but copied the story of the first "Naruto", using the two brothers Uchiha Sasuke and Uchiha Itachi as the protagonists of the story, and from their perspectives, step by step Step by step, he uncovers the secrets hidden in the entire ninja world, analyzes the essence of a ninja, and interprets a magnificent story and two lives.

Wu Tian also did not copy the experiences and endings of the two brothers Uchiha Sasuke and Uchiha Itachi in "Naruto". He personally did not like Naruto's bastard in the original work who had a cannon but no actual actions, so in the original work, With the Uchiha brothers as the protagonists, he relies on his understanding of the ninja world and ninjas, as well as his thoughts on the 'Uchiha clan', 'fate', 'hate', 'killing', 'peace' and 'love'. '...all of it blended into one.

As for the final fate of Uchiha Itachi and Uchiha Sasuke, Taketen plans to make Itachi the severer of a family's bloodline, and Sasuke the severer of a family's destiny, just like in the original work. The two brothers worked in tandem, together with the word Uchiha, the curtain of history came to an end. This is also the origin of the title of the book "Uchiha Sinners".

As for the specific details, he hasn't figured out how to write it yet. What he has given the short man to publish now is only the first volume in the plan. Wu Tian didn't care about the sales of the book, he just wanted to write what he wanted to write. He planned to rely on this book to cut off all the past life, everything, and all the fetters from his heart.

When leaving the art museum building, UUReading www.uukanshu.net drizzle gradually began to fall in the sky.

Wu Tian raised his head and thought of the man named Uchiha Itachi in the book, the man who had carried all the pain and humiliation for his whole life. He couldn't help but think of his biological eldest brother in the previous life, the man who designed himself as his younger brother to let him do it with his own hands. The man who killed his best friend and opened the Mangekyō Sharingan, the man named 'Uchiha Musashi' who wanted to have the perfect Mangekyō Sharingan and eternal light...

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

Puff, puff, puff...

The phoenix fluttered its feathers on Wu Tian's shoulder and bounced water droplets away. Wu Tian came back to his senses, laughed dumbly, and flicked the phoenix on his shoulder with a flick of his finger. The little guy flew far away and almost crashed into a trash can on the roadside. He flapped his wings depressedly and flew back, landing obediently on Wu Tian's shoulder.

As soon as the figure flashed, Wu Tian had merged into the people coming and going in the metropolis and disappeared.

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