Opened a martial arts school, and his eldest disciple Batman

Chapter 117 Memory and Whisk

Unlike other time travelers, Logan did not return to the martial arts gym after leaving.

Du Mu had anticipated this. Although he did not use telepathy on Logan, his mental power could sense the shallowness and vanity of Logan's consciousness when it touched him.

This is not mind reading, it's more like observing the other person's body shape and appearance from a spiritual level.

Generally speaking, a superhero like Logan, even if his will is not as strong as iron, should at least not be so weak that he is not even as good as an ordinary person.

Therefore, Du Mu guessed that the other party should be in the stage of just losing his memory.

Maybe he had just heard the name Logan from his own mouth.

Logan is now like a stressed beast. When he finds that a place is not safe, his first reaction is to kill the enemy and eliminate the source of danger, and his second reaction is to stay away from this place.

It seems that his choice is the second one.

Du Mu looked at the bottle of blood in his hand, thoughtfully.

Since I can observe Logan's amnesia, can I treat it?

Of course, Du Mu was not planning to rush to treat Logan. He was thinking of Dick, whose situation was somewhat similar.

As the adopted son of his eldest disciple, he did trust Batman's abilities a little too much, so he did not take the initiative to help.

As of now, Batman is still capable. At least Dick's personality has recovered a lot, but the damage to his memory is still great. Obviously, Batman still has not been able to develop memory-related technology.

As a master, I should pay more attention to it.

As for exploring the world of mutants, there is no rush. Wait until you have fully mastered the art of brain occlusion.

Otherwise, in the world of X-Men, there is an old man named Deng who can use "Legitimate Mind" on anyone.

However, looking at Logan's appearance, he seems to be still very young. According to the movies I watched in my previous life, Wolverine, who had just lost his memory, might not have been disabled in the timeline of Professor X? That would be considered a young Logan.

But the timeline of X-Men is quite messy, and I don’t know which version Logan who came here belongs to.

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Bruce looked at the test paper in his hand and nodded.

Although they are just high school math questions, the answers above are quite neat, and most of the questions have detailed solutions.

He wrote A+ on the test paper and gave it back to Dick. When Dick saw the grade, his expression did not change.

The test he wrote was from the school Bruce wanted to send him to.

Before that, in order to prevent Dick's grades from falling too far behind, Bruce was tutoring him individually on the relevant knowledge.

To Bruce's surprise, Dick, after his emotions stabilized, behaved very intelligently, except for being too obedient to his own orders.

The only thing is that I am far behind in reading comprehension and guessing riddles...

Bruce thought for a moment and then asked, "I can fill a room or a heart, and many people may own me, but I cannot share. What am I?"

Dick looked puzzled.

He thought for a long time, then shook his head: "Sorry, father, I don't know."

Bruce's heart skipped a beat when he heard Dick call him father.

Although this was not the first time he heard the other party call him that, Bruce still often felt a little panicked by this name.

He felt like a villain who took advantage of someone's unpreparedness, abducted a child who had forgotten his parents, and let his shadow cover the shadow of the child's real relatives.

Bruce hated this, but right now, this open adoption relationship would allow Dick to go to school, integrate into society, and continue to protect him.

“The answer is loneliness.”

After Bruce gave the answer to the question, he felt relieved when he saw Dick's look of sudden enlightenment.

Although he couldn't guess it himself, he could still understand it after the metaphor was spoken directly.

That's good.

The presence of corresponding brain circuits indicates that the brain tissue that manages abstract thinking is not damaged.

At the same time, after thinking it over again and again, Bruce said, "In non-public places, call me Master from now on, and call me Father when there are outsiders around."

"Okay, Master." Dick's expression remained unchanged. In his eyes, there was no difference between the two words "father" and "master". They both just meant a guardian whom he needed to obey.

At this time, Alfred walked into the study, holding a tray with two cups of hot milk and a plate of cookies.

Dick's eyes changed and he looked at the cookies with some longing.

Bruce's eyes softened instantly.

Since discovering that Dick reacted to Alfred's desserts, afternoon tea time has been added to the daily routine.

At least fifteen minutes, you don’t have to learn anything, you don’t have to think about anything, just enjoy the comfort and delicious food.

"Father, can I eat?"

Bruce was startled, thinking Dick had forgotten his instructions, but he noticed Alfred and smiled helplessly: "Alfred is not an outsider. You can also call me Master in front of him."

Alfred, who couldn't help but smile when he heard Dick calling him father, his smile disappeared immediately when he heard Bruce's words.

But he understood Bruce's thoughts, he knew his master too well.

Bruce only hopes that the relationship between the foster father and son is a disguise like the face of 'Bruce Wayne', a tactical means to exchange for social resources.

Otherwise, Bruce would feel guilty for replacing the other person's biological father.

This kind of thought was completely unnecessary in Alfred's opinion. But he said nothing, but couldn't help but sigh secretly...

The master always adds burdens to his shoulders, wanting to take on everything.

Not just Dick, not just the Wayne family...but almost the entire city.

But he is just an ordinary person. At best, he is an ordinary person who has practiced some martial arts and can use qigong.

For a mortal, this is an unbearable burden of life.

Just as Dick picked up a cookie and put it in his mouth and chewed it slowly, Bruce's bracelet hidden under his shirt sleeve made a slight vibration.

Since there were no outsiders around, Bruce did not choose to let the bracelet report the situation in Morse code. Instead, he directly raised his wrist and turned on the projection device on the bracelet.

Bruce had not yet invented the stereoscopic projection. This device emitted light directly backwards, shining on the arm to form a projection screen.

Alfred also saw what was displayed on the screen and breathed a sigh of relief.

"I'll go prepare tea for Master Du Mu... and the other guest."

The screen projected on Bruce's wrist showed the scene inside the Batcave.

However, Bruce was surprised to find that this time, it was not just Du Mu.

Next to the master, there is a Santa Claus who is looking around curiously.

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"Merlin, honestly, I never thought you were from another world."

Dumbledore looked at the various high-tech equipment in the Batcave with a surprised expression.

These things are too sci-fi for an old man born in the 19th century.

If he had not found any traces of magic on it, he would have found it hard to believe that this was a skill that Muggles could display.

Mainly these things, Dumbledore took a quick glance at them for the first time and could not understand the principles behind them at all.

In the past, except for the moon rocket that he had never seen with his own eyes, Dumbledore could at least understand at a glance that even a machine as complex and sophisticated as an internal combustion engine relied on the power of burning fuel to drive the machine's operation. He was also confident that he could use magic to replicate the corresponding structure, but there was no need to do so.

"Let's go, Dumbledore. It's hard to say that this world is completely dominated by Muggles. There are countless non-human beings."

Du Mu led the way, and Dumbledore followed behind Du Mu, looking at the high-tech inside the Bat Cave from time to time. In fact, he was not really shocked, after all, the high-tech inside the Bat Cave did not involve weapons of mass destruction. Dumbledore simply wanted to express his curiosity and amazement about the other world.

All those superficial exclamations were used to cover up the shock at Du Mu, a guy who could travel through different worlds at will.

This is traveling across the world!

The more people come into contact with the limits of magic, the more they can feel the shock of Du Mu's journey through time.

Ordinary people, because they have no idea what it is, will simply regard it as some kind of superpower, and their brains will naturally accept it as a normal natural phenomenon.

But for a wizard of Dumbledore's level, Apparition was an everyday means of transportation, and he had long since grasped the concept of time and space... Therefore, he could understand that the longest-distance Apparition he normally performed was like a mosquito facing a nuclear weapon compared to the act of crossing the universe.

Du Mu pulled Dumbledore over here because he naturally felt there was no need to hide the fact that he could travel through time.

Anyway, there are no powerful enemies in the wizarding world. Even if there are, no one would guess that the actual passage that can be traversed is in the closet of the Dursley family, where Harry was once adopted.

The key to traveling through time and space is in the hands of only a few people, so there is no need to worry about being disturbed by thieves.

Because of Dumbledore's enthusiastic help during this period, Du Mu fully trusted him. So Du Mu didn't care that this was not a secret at all. He captured Dumbledore, a strong man, and came to Gotham to treat his apprentice.

When the two took the elevator and arrived at Wayne Manor, Alfred had already prepared black tea in the living room to entertain the two guests.

Bruce and Dick also stood up to greet them.

"Master." Bruce bowed and Dick followed Bruce's example, clasping his fists and bending over.

Du Mu was stunned. He had come here so many times, but this was the first time Bruce greeted him with the etiquette of a disciple.

He noticed Dumbledore standing beside him out of the corner of his eye and immediately understood.

Since he brought a stranger with him, Bruce was giving himself face, letting others know that his apprentice knew etiquette, and at the same time indirectly pointing out his identity.

Du Mu couldn't help but sigh that Bruce, without the bat mask, was becoming more and more deliberate in his daily behaviors... He was really trying to figure out and play Bruce Wayne as an identity.

After Du Mu nodded in return, Bruce asked, "Excuse me, who is this..."

"This is the Headmaster of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, Mr. Albus Dumbledore, who has a remarkable ability in memory. I brought him to see Dick."

Du Mu introduced them and said to Dumbledore, "This is my eldest disciple, Bruce Wayne. That is his adopted son, Dick Grayson, who is the patient I brought you here this time because I want you to help me take care of him."

Dumbledore smiled and nodded to the two of them, then looked at Dick.

Gradually, Dumbledore frowned and said, "This child's spirit... is indeed very weak. Please give me some time to take a closer look."

Bruce didn't expect that the stranger Du Mu brought was actually for Dick.

At the same time, he heard the words "Magic Academy". Add in the fact that Du Mu appeared from the Bat Cave, he must have traveled through time and space, so is he a magician from another world?

Bruce's eyes suddenly showed hope.

He has always felt guilty towards Dick. After saving the Graysons in the accident on the stage, he did not investigate carefully and just thought it was an ordinary accident, which gave the murderer of the Court of Owls a second chance to commit the crime.

If he had been more careful...

Du Mu looked at Bruce's nervous expression and couldn't help but sigh secretly.

He remembered that in the animation, Dick was adopted by Bruce after his parents died. Perhaps because of this, the Court of Owls gave up on kidnapping him and turning him into Claws. After all, kidnapping an ordinary teenager was different from kidnapping the adopted son of the Wayne family.

As a result, Bruce's growing strength caused worse consequences for Dick.

Du Mu suddenly remembered what Batman said when he came to find Superman a few times before.

Could this world be the so-called dark universe?

It was indeed dark... The impact caused by a stronger force was actually a worse result. It was as if there was some kind of gravitational force that made everything develop towards the worst possible outcome.

Among the three worlds that Du Mu has come into contact with, Gotham is the only one. In the rest, whether it is Hogwarts or Marvel, the situation of those people is generally better.

Dumbledore took out his wand, pondered for a moment, and said to Du Mu: "Can I take him to Hogwarts for treatment? There, I have more spellcasting materials to use, and it can ensure a safer environment."

Du Mu looked at Bruce. Bruce thought for a moment and asked carefully, "Excuse me, can I go with you?"

Dumbledore spread his hands to Du Mu and said, "It depends on whether your master can travel with so many people."

Seeing Du Mu nod, Bruce breathed a sigh of relief, and then said, "Then I'll trouble you, Master."

There was no need to return to the Batcave. Du Mu began to move several people in the living room of Wayne Manor.

Watching the four people disappear, Alfred looked at the hot cookies on the table and sighed, "Fortunately, Master Dick ate two, otherwise it would have been in vain."

The four of them first returned to the martial arts hall, and Du Mu discovered that all the gold, silver, jewelry and food in the hall were still there.

Even Zhao Yuanhai and several others were still moving into the yard.

Du Mu was speechless and asked, "Brother Zhao, didn't I ask you to help move these things back to the people's homes?"

Zhao Yuanhai was startled and when he turned around he saw Du Mu and another group of Xiyi people who looked like three generations old, middle-aged and young standing together.

Fortunately, he knew that Du Mu could fly, so he was not too surprised by the sudden appearance of Master Du.

Zhao Yuanhai smiled awkwardly and said, "It's easy to collect things, but it's hard to return them. We moved to the doorsteps of a few people whose houses we knew, but they locked their doors and refused to take them. I left them at their doorsteps, but they kept moving and followed me. There was nothing I could do."

Du Mu looked at the grain piled up like a mountain and frowned, "This year's taxes are quite heavy, and it's almost winter. The seeds I gave them can only be planted next spring. With so much grain for me, what will they eat? Are they going to die?"

Hearing the harsh tone in Du Mu's words, Zhao Yuanhai was somewhat frightened and speechless.

Seeing Zhao Yuanhai's look, Du Mu quickly restrained his momentum. He had forgotten that his mental strength was too strong for these old brothers now, and he could no longer express his emotions wantonly, otherwise it would be easy to suppress them.

Seeing Du Mu's embarrassment, Dumbledore smiled and said, "You don't want to accept the gratitude of ordinary people and want to give it back?"

Du Mu nodded, and Dumbledore smiled and said, "Isn't that easy?"

He took out his magic wand, pointed it at the bags of food in the yard, drew a trajectory in the air, and chanted a spell: "Return to your original position, return to your master."

The next moment, all the food flew into the air, and then fell back into the yard in Du Mu's surprised and admiring eyes.

Dumbledore was a little stunned, and Du Mu's hand, which was about to applaud, froze in mid-air.

He had been thinking that Dumbledore was indeed the top master in the wizarding world. Although he died miserably in the original book, his real attainments in magic were far beyond those of himself, a latecomer.

As a result, the other party was immediately embarrassed.

Dumbledore coughed and sighed, "It seems that they are giving you gifts sincerely, so you should accept them and thank them with gifts in return later."

Du Mu shook his head: "I can't accept it. If I accept it once, there will be a second time. This time they are willing, but what about the future? I am afraid that once this kind of thing of sending things back and forth becomes a routine, there will be standards. With standards, many people would rather starve their children to death than violate them. I don't want things to develop into that."

Dumbledore was a little stunned. He didn't think too much about it, but when he thought about Du Mu's words carefully, it seemed that they made sense.

If I had not compromised with Tom's behavior from the beginning, would he have gone astray...

Moreover, all these gifts are presented with goodwill, but once Du Mu reciprocates these goodwills, it will be easy to turn the matter into a transaction.

This is not alarmist. If it is a single individual, it does not matter. But when it comes to a whole group, we naturally have to consider the worst.

Du Mu recalled the circuit of magic when Dumbledore cast the spell just now. After thinking for a while, he took out a wand from his arms.

The moment it was taken out, countless bright lights formed into threads, flickering on it, and in a flash, the magic wand turned into a whisk.

Du Mu flicked his bright white magic whisk and said in a clear voice in Chinese: "Return to the old master, get up."

This time, all the food floated in the sky again, but flew in different directions in all directions.

Bruce looked up at the sky and a grain of food fell down and landed on his face.

He reached out and touched it, and found that it was wheat with full grains.

This quality must have been carefully selected, with the best part packed into grain bags.

Bruce looked at Du Mu's back holding the whisk, feeling a little curious and a little bit as if it was a matter of course.

It seems that Master has also done a lot of things in his own world.

(End of this chapter)