"This feeling is really comfortable." The young man sat up in the coffin, pressed his hand against the coffin wall, and jumped out of the ice coffin. Then, he clenched his fist, kicked his leg, and casually punched a few times.
"Comfortable, comfortable!" Sun Wuben's eyes flashed.
"Yes, you really don't know until you compare." The young man stopped punching and laughed. Before Sun Wuben used this clone, he used the tiger's body as a clone. At that time, he could control the clone as easily as an arm. Sun Wuben didn't feel the slightest bit of discomfort at that time.
It was only after a scientific analysis that he felt a trace of disharmony.
According to Sun Wuben, it should be the feeling of a clone. However, after using the three-eyed young man's body this time, he found that everything was not the case.
"The current clone's body movements may not be as smooth as an arm, and it may not even be as smooth as controlling the tiger clone. However, there is a kind of comfort that comes from the bones and soul, and it is real …"
'Real' was the feeling of Sun Wuben's clone. It was as if this was not a clone at all, but Sun Wuben himself. Last time, the tiger gave him a feeling of illusory reading a novel.
"Moreover, after I used that tiger as a clone, I couldn't have its memory at all, but this one …" Sun Wuben smiled.
The young man also smiled. "So my name is Zajimaru. This name is really … as strange as Tien Shin. Moreover, my father's name is Jiashimaru, and my life …" Scenes flashed through Sun Wuben's mind.
Learning to speak.
He was playing house with his friends.
Almost drowning when swimming.
Seeing Tien Shin for the first time.
Little by little during school. That one time when he was attracted to a girl.
…
At this moment, Sun Wuben was Zajimaru, and Zajimaru was Sun Wuben. The two completely merged into one.
Outside the house.
Alick stood at the door, looking into the house. Her body was trembling, and she was obviously nervous to the extreme. The middle-aged man next to Eric rubbed his hands and looked into the room. Beside him, many people were chatting excitedly. After all, the Martial Sage was the legend of the entire world. He was the hero who saved the world.
But now, he was standing in front of them, alive and well. He even said that he was an old friend of Tien Shin's, and most importantly, he wanted to save someone who was already dead.
Time passed.
Suddenly, the door creaked.
The entire world fell silent. Everyone's eyes were fixed on the door.
The door finally opened, and a bald three-eyed youth slowly opened the door.
"Mixed Paste Balls!"
Tears welled up in Alec's eyes.
"Mom!" The three-eyed youngster looked at Alick and felt a surge of emotions. From this moment on, this Mixed Paste Ball's mother was also Sun Wuben's mother, a real mother.
"It's really Mixed Paste Ball!" Eric rushed forward and hugged the boy in her arms. "The child is really alive, alive!" The middle-aged man beside him was also very excited.
"Mom! Father! I thought, I thought I would never see you again … "The young man called out to his mother and father very naturally.
"Very good, very good!"
"Mixed Paste Ball, this child is so lucky!" The Grand Duke was so excited that tears flowed down his old face.
…
Not long after, Eric and Mixed Paste Ball's emotions calmed down. Everyone sat down in the room again.
"Mixed Paste Ball, come here and bow to the Martial Sage." Mixed Paste Ball shouted. Sun Wuben waved his hand, "I'm not used to these formalities, but I have something to discuss with you about your son."
"Mixed Paste Ball's matter?" The smile on Mixed Paste Ball's face froze. He said nervously, "What is it?"
"You don't have to be nervous. Mixed Paste Ball's body is very good. It's okay." Sun Wuben said, "It's just that since I encountered this matter and happened to save him, it can be said that he and I are fated. I believe in fate, so I've decided to accept him as my personal disciple."
"Martial Sage wants to accept Mixed Paste Ball as a disciple?" The Grand Duke shouted with joy. He stared at Mixed Paste Ball, "Mixed Paste Ball, why don't you agree?"
Eric was also full of joy, "This is a good thing. Martial Sage is willing to accept Mixed Paste Ball as a disciple. It's Mixed Paste Ball's honor. Mixed Paste Ball, why don't you …"
"Wait."
Mixed Paste Ball shouted.
"Martial Sage, you saved my child. I'm very grateful to you for this. You want to accept Mixed Paste Ball as a disciple. I shouldn't stop this matter. But as a parent, I have to think about my children. I also have to think about Mixed Paste Ball. Mixed Paste Ball prefers to study. His ideal is to be an entrepreneur and a scientist in the future. He doesn't want to be a lonely martial artist like Tien Shin."
Sun Wuben frowned. Now Mixed Paste Ball was him, and he was Mixed Paste Ball. All the secrets of Mixed Paste Ball had been opened to Sun Wuben.
Mixed Paste Ball's ambition was to be an entrepreneur and a scientist?
Complete nonsense.
This was because Mixed Paste Ball had been very smart since he was young. Before he was three years old, he could recite the multiplication table and do three-digit multiplication in his head. He had the comprehension and language ability of a five-year-old child. After these abilities were discovered, he was regarded as a child prodigy. Everything that happened after was very similar to Sun Wuben's childhood.
Mixed Paste Ball grew up to be an entrepreneur and a scientist, winning glory for their clan and the village. This had always been the hope of Mixed Paste Ball, Eric, the Grand Duke … and even the entire Three-Eye Village.
Because of this hope, Mixed Paste Ball had to study hard. However, Mixed Paste Ball was not Sun Wuben. Although he was very hardworking, smart, and even good at studying, and was the top scorer in the entire county's college entrance examination, it was still not enough. After passing through layers of selection, he finally entered an ordinary high school in South City School, not a key high school.
Even so, a golden phoenix flew out of a mountain nest.
For their clan and the nearby villages, Mixed Paste Ball was equivalent to entering the world's top university. In the future, he would definitely become a great scientist and a great entrepreneur.
But in fact …
A scene appeared in Sun Wuben's mind. It was ten years ago, when Mixed Paste Ball was only six years old. Tien Shin won the World Number One Martial Arts Competition. A year later, he returned to Three-Eye Village. It was also on this day that Dumpling saw Tien Shin's nephew, who was even shorter than him. He couldn't help but be happy. He carried the six-year-old Mixed Paste Ball to a mountain a hundred miles away from the village.
Dumpling was playing with Mixed Paste Ball when suddenly, Mixed Paste Ball saw a huge stone mountain rushing towards them as if it could walk.
How could a mountain have legs and move so fast?
The six-year-old Mixed Paste Ball was completely scared out of his wits.
However, Dumpling was very happy to call out 'Tien Shin's' name. Then, the mountain actually flew up into the air and floated near them.
At this time, Mixed Paste Ball saw a person at the bottom of the mountain. This person was topless, and a pair of strong arms were holding up the mountain. This person was his uncle, the one his father always talked about. Tien Shin had a mental problem.
Obviously, the reason why the mountain could move and float was all because Tien Shin was holding it up.
This scene had a huge impact on Mixed Paste Maru.
It must be known that at that time, the King of Sauce had just experienced the disaster of King Piccolo. Although he had heard about how terrifying, hateful, and invincible King Piccolo was from his lord's mouth, it was only hearsay after all. It was just like his lord was talking about myths.
But this time, he very clearly saw how powerful Tien Shin was. Therefore, at this moment, the seed of martial arts was planted in Mixed Paste Ball's heart, and then it could not be stopped.
Many people in Three-Eye Village knew some basic martial arts. Mixed Paste Ball's father, Mixed Paste Ball, had also learned from Mixed Paste Ball's deceased grandfather.
But when he came to Mixed Paste Ball's area, everyone did not allow him to practice martial arts, saying that it would delay his talent.
But the more his family prohibited him, the stronger his desire for martial arts in his heart. But because of the pressure of studying, he almost could not find the time to practice martial arts.
"Father." A voice sounded.
"I have never said that my ambition was to be an entrepreneur or a scientist. I have always liked martial arts, but you always forbade me to practice martial arts."
Mixed Paste Ball turned his head and looked at Mixed Paste Ball in disbelief: "What did you say?"
"I have always dreamed of becoming a martial artist. Since the age of six, I have liked martial arts. Father … I want to be an entrepreneur and a scientist because I don't want to let you down. " Mixed Paste Ball's voice was low, "I am actually very happy to be the disciple of the Martial Saint, and I don't want to miss this opportunity."
"You …" Mixed Paste Ball's eyes dimmed, and his face was filled with indescribable disappointment, "Mixed Paste Ball, how can you say such a thing? Your ambition? Is your ambition useful? You are still young and don't understand the hardships of life. Martial arts, can martial arts be eaten? There is only one Martial Saint in the world. Not to mention others, just Tien Shin, look at him. For so many years, except for winning a championship ten years ago, when did he send money back … "
"Mr. Mixed Paste Ball." Sun Wuben frowned. "You should know that I'm not bad at studying. Back then, I was also a top student in North City's top class. So, Zajimaru's matter of studying, I think … it won't affect him."
"It's not that simple." Mixed Paste Ball shook his head, "Martial Saint, you are talented and smart. Others can't compare to you, but that is your ability. Not everyone in the world can be like you. My Mixed Paste Ball …"
"Mixed Paste Ball, how about letting the child go to school while practicing with the Martial Saint?" Elric said.
"I am afraid this will affect the child's study." Mixed Paste Ball frowned.
"But … as long as the Martial Saint promises not to affect the child's study, and the child can practice outside of school, isn't it okay?" Elric said.
"Is this okay?" Mixed Paste Ball looked at Sun Wuben.
Sun Wuben smiled bitterly in his heart and nodded slightly, "Well, then it is okay."
"Since the Martial Saint said so, then he should not deceive us." Mixed Paste Ball said loudly, "In that case, if I still don't agree, then I am not tactful."
Under the witness of all the villagers of Three-Eye Village, Sun Wuben officially accepted Mixed Paste Ball as his disciple. However, Sun Wuben did not know whether to laugh or cry. Seeing that Sun Wuben accepted Mixed Paste Ball as his disciple, many of Mixed Paste Ball's relatives and villagers of Three-Eye Village begged Sun Wuben to accept them as his disciples. Even Mixed Paste Ball showed this intention.
In the hall of Mixed Paste Ball's house, Sun Wuben drank the tea in his cup in one breath.
"Mr. Mixed Paste Ball, Ms. Elric, my time is limited. If there is nothing particularly important, I want to start teaching Mixed Paste Ball martial arts now."
"Now?" Elric looked at Mixed Paste Ball with some reluctance.
"Mixed Paste Ball, go with your master." Zashengmaru smiled and said, "Remember to study hard. It's your fortune to be able to cultivate under the Martial Sage. Others can only envy you. Don't embarrass him. Also, Martial Sage, Zashengmaru has fallen behind in his studies because of the accident this time. It's best for him to return home before six in the evening because he still has to study tonight and go to school tomorrow."
Sun Wuben smiled bitterly, "I understand. Everyone, goodbye!" He grabbed Mixed Paste Ball and teleported away.
"The Martial Saint left just like that?"
"It seems so. But he ran really fast. I only saw a little shadow running all the way from here to the gate, and finally disappeared at the top of the mountain."
"Your eyesight is so good. As expected of the Three-Eye Clan."
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