Ronin from Douluo

Falling into this endless abyss, boundless darkness, unable to feel the passage of time, as if abandoned by the whole world, the feeling of loneliness involuntarily emanates from the bottom of my heart.

Dim, depressing, crazy.

After an unknown amount of time, Zeng Yi was at a loss and gave up.

So be it

Let go of your mind, don't think about anything, and let your body continue to fall into this endless abyss.

Uncomfortable

Zeng Yi suddenly felt that it became difficult for him to breathe, and his consciousness became dull, extremely uncomfortable, as if he was about to suffocate.

so uncomfortable

"what"

"Meow"

Xiaoju, who was lying on Zeng Yi's face, was frightened by the sudden shout, and jumped away from Zeng Yi's face.

Zeng Yi, who was lying on the bed, suddenly opened his closed eyelids, jumped up suddenly, sat up, still panting heavily, his pale face was flushed, and his eyes were terrified.

In an instant, Zeng Yi came back to his senses, looked around, and found himself lying on a bed in a room.

"Where is this place?" Looking at the room, Zeng Yi's eyes were a little confused.

"Meow~"

A meow sounded in the room, and then a silver figure rushed towards Zeng Yi.

"Little Chrysanthemum"

Zeng Yi was a little surprised when he saw the cute and furry creature on his lap.

"Meow~"

Xiaoju raised her head and looked at Zeng Yi with watery eyes like emerald gemstones. Her eyes were full of joy, and she rubbed her furry cheeks against Zeng Yi's stomach, expressing her concern for Zeng Yi.

"Little Chrysanthemum"

Zeng Yi couldn't believe it. He reached out to Xiaoju with trembling hands, picked it up, and lifted it to his face. He pressed his forehead against Xiaoju's hairy forehead, feeling its warmth.

"31 I'm not dead, I'm alive"

Muttering a word, an expression of excitement appeared on his pale face, and his face became flushed.Zeng Yi hugged Xiaoju's hands and began to tremble with excitement.

Zeng Yi thought he was dead, but now that he saw Xiaoju and felt the warmth, he was convinced that he was not dead.

It seems that Sword Douluo didn't kill himself.

This made Zeng Yi feel a little fortunate that he didn't die, which is naturally good.If you can live, why should you die?

But what about that gloomy world? Isn't it hell, isn't it the world after death?

Recalling the previous memories, Zeng Yi couldn't help but become dazed again.He can clearly remember the scenes in that world, the endless yellow sand, the lonely wind, and the mysterious figure.

is this a dream

"Meow"

Seeing her master's behavior, Xiaoju didn't quite understand, she stuck out her little pink tongue to Zeng Yi's cheek, and licked it.

Feeling the moist and warm temperature on his face, Zeng Yi woke up from that memory.

"Xiaoju, I'm fine." Zeng Yi put Xiaoju down, touched its furry head with his palm, and smiled gently.

Throwing off the blanket on his body, Zeng Yi sat up from the bed, stood on the floor, and found that he was currently wearing his upper body, and many white gauze strips were wrapped around his sturdy body.

"That Sword Douluo saved me"

Thinking of the scene when I was unconscious, only Sword Douluo was present at that time, and in my current situation, after thinking about it, only Sword Douluo saved me.

But in this situation, Zeng Yi couldn't figure out what it was that Sword Douluo meant to trouble him, but he also tried to save himself. This operation is not very understandable.

Zeng Yi relaxed his rusty sleeping body, and his whole body made a slight clicking sound, which made Zeng Yi much more comfortable.

My injury is healed.

Sensing the state of his body, Zeng Yi didn't feel any pain, but his current breath was a little weak.It seems that the external injury is healed, but the internal injury is still not fully recovered.

By the way, what about the little bird?

Thinking of this question suddenly, Zeng Yi became a little flustered, now in this room, only he and Xiao Ju, there is no one else.

"Xiaoju, where did Xiaoyanque go?" Zeng Yi asked Xiaoju worriedly.

"Meow~"

Xiao Ju cried out, jumped onto Zeng Yi's shoulder.

"Is Yanque okay?" Zeng Yi asked again.

Xiao Ju nodded her cute little head and responded to Zeng Yi.

"That's good." Xiaoju's answer made Zeng Yi heave a sigh of relief and relax his nervous mind.

"Your boy finally woke up."

Suddenly, a faint voice came from outside the door, and then the door of the room was opened, and a figure walked in. Zeng Yi looked at it, his pupils couldn't help shrinking, and became vigilant.

"Sword Douluo." Zeng Yi's expression was extremely solemn, a light flashed in his hand, and a long knife with a scabbard appeared in his hand. It was Zeng Yi's martial soul, Lanqie.

"How can I say that this old man also saved your life, to save such a savior who treats you like this?" Seeing Zeng Yi's defensive appearance, Sword Douluo Chen couldn't help being a little funny, but seeing Zeng Yi's current appearance full of vitality, There was a look of joy on his face.

Zeng Yi was in a coma for ten days, but his injuries healed in only three days. This made Jian Douluo wonder, when did his healing psychic liquid work so well that he was on the verge of dying? It only took three days to recover from the deadly injury

However, even after his injury healed, there was no sign of Zeng Yi's sobriety, which made Sword Douluo very worried. If he didn't see that he still had obvious signs of life, he would have wanted to bring Zeng Yi to the Seven Treasures Glazed Tile School.However, he can't bring Zeng Yi to the sect yet, otherwise, the troubles of Wuhundian will come soon.

After waiting for seven days, Zeng Yi was still in a deep sleep, which made Jian Douluo unable to bear it any longer, and wanted to bring Zeng Yi to the sect immediately, and use the power of the entire Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School to find a way to wake him up.But at the last moment, Zeng Yi woke up by himself, which also made Jian Douluo's nervous heartstrings relax.

If it weren't for you, I would be like this

Listening to Jian Douluo's words, Zeng Yi complained in his heart.

"My apprentice, where is Yanque?"

Seeing that Jian Douluo was not hostile, Zeng Yi let go of his vigilance, put away Wuhun Lan, and asked.

"Your little apprentice is behind, he'll be here later." Chen Xin said calmly, sensing that Zeng Yi had woken up, he rushed back first.

"Beginning to be a master at such a young age is really a good skill." Looking at Zeng Yi with sharp eyes, Chen Xin said again.

Originally, Jian Douluo knew that he had a disciple out of nowhere, but he was a little upset.But after finding Zeng Yi, he found out that this person had even accepted a disciple, and he himself had become a master and was upgraded to a master ancestor, so he felt even more uncomfortable.

However, the cultivation talent of this cheap disciple, especially the amazing talent of swordsmanship, turned him into a cheap master, which is very embarrassing.What's more, my disciple's talent is also at the evildoer level, with a congenital ninth-level soul power, and the martial soul is the best elemental martial soul. As long as they grow up, they will definitely be the strongest group of people.It’s out, they Qibao Glazed Tile Sect is out, buy one get one free, I can’t believe it

Leaving aside his apprentice Zeng Yi, his apprentice Sun Yanque alone is more talented than everyone in the entire Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School.

With such disciples and grandchildren, such as Sword Douluo and Chen Xin, he has no regrets in his life.

However, you are only 15 years old, and you are going to accept apprentices, how can you delay your own practice, do you know

Thinking of this, Jian Douluo became a little angry.

I really don't know the seriousness, alas~ Disciple Xiao Yanque, you should bring it back to the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School and practice hard, apprentice, just take care of yourself now.

It's none of your business if I accept apprentices

Zeng Yi couldn't help slandering, looking at Jian Douluo, he was a little puzzled.

"Oh, it's alright."

Hearing this, the corners of Sword Douluo Chenxin's mouth twitched involuntarily.

Do you really think I'm praising you?

"Boy, who did you learn your sword skills from?" Chen Xin asked seriously.

"Swordsmanship"

Zeng Yi was a little puzzled, why Sword Douluo would ask this question.

"Self-taught, what's wrong"

"Self-taught" Sword Douluo's eyes widened in an instant.

You are such a swordsman, tell me that you are self-taught, then I, Chen Xin, Sword Douluo, is known as the Sword Dao Chen Xin, am I a waste material?

Chen Xin's figure flashed and appeared in front of Zeng Yi in an instant, startling both Zeng Yi and Xiao Ju.

"It's true that you didn't lie to me." Chen Xin's eyes were sharp, like sword lights, looking directly at Zeng Yi's eyes, which made Zeng Yi's eyes feel a little stinging.

Unable to stand his sharp gaze and momentum, Zeng Yi said quickly: "Of course, why should I lie to you?"

Zeng Yi's swordsmanship is all based on the skills given by the system, weapon proficiency, and the kung fu of Yufeng Sword Art.Weapon proficiency allows Zeng Yi to use all kinds of swords and weapons proficiently. The Yufeng Sword Art also records the use of some sword techniques.However, many of Zeng Yi's current swordsmanship was practiced and comprehended by himself. Just being proficient in weapons, his own state of swordsmanship would not be as it is now.

It can only be said that I am really talented in sword practice.

"You don't have a teacher"

"No." Zeng Yi shook his head, he didn't have any master and only had one trick, but he ran away long ago.

Zeng Yi's words filled Chen Xin with joy.It’s good to have no master, since that’s the case, then I’m your master.

Chen Xin calmed down for a while, put her hands on her back, turned her back to Zeng Yi, gave Zeng Yi an unfathomable back view, and said lightly.

"The old man sees that the swordsmanship talent is good, and wants to accept you as a disciple, what do you think?"