Ronin from Douluo

The Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect was established among the mountains. As the patron saint of the sect, Chen Xin, one of the grand elders, had an extraordinary residence, one person occupied a mountain peak.

And the name of this mountain is also very domineering, called Shenjian Peak.

As the current No. 1 Sword Douluo in the Douluo Continent, only he, Sword Douluo, dared to have such a name.

Shenjian Peak is the highest mountain in the sect. Its majesty is like a rainbow, and its shape is like a sword.

On Shenjian Peak, a little girl held a long sword that didn't match her height. She stood on her slender legs and practiced swinging and slashing one by one.

The girl was wearing a white moon shirt, and her brown hair just past her shoulders was tied into a small ponytail behind her head, which made her look a bit heroic even though she was petite and cute.Beads of sweat slid from her wheat-colored face to the ground, but there was a look of determination in her eyes, her waist was as straight as a gun, and every swing of the sword was particularly powerful and her movements were regular.

The girl kept repeating the slashing movement, and she didn't know how many times she swung the slash. She came here for nearly 10 minutes, and then stopped the movement in her hands.

call

A long mouthful of turbid air spit out from Yan Que's mouth, put the sword back into the scabbard, and then took out a water jug, without the slightest restraint of a girl, poured a big mouthful of clear water into his mouth, and then put the Clear water rushed on his face to wash away the sweat.

Immediately, Yan Que felt his hot body refreshed a lot.

After moving his hands and feet, Yanque found a cool place to sit down and adjust his breath.

It has been a year since Yan Que came to Qibao Glazed Tile School, and she was still quite afraid of this strange place when she first arrived.However, Master's master, that is, Grandpa Jian, was very kind to her, and Grandpa Gu in the sect, Uncle Ning, loved her very much.This also allowed Yan Que to experience the long-lost family affection again, and slowly relaxed his defenses, and began to treat the sect as his other home.

But what she misses the most is the figure who fished herself out of the dark abyss, the person she respects and admires the most, her master, Zeng Yi.

It has been a year in Qibao Glazed Tile School.During this year, even without Master by his side, Yan Que has always been strict with himself and practiced the practice taught by Master every day.Although her martial soul is not a sword martial soul, practicing the way of the sword has also improved her spirit and state of mind, not only the physical fitness, but also the strength, and even the speed of cultivation. Significant improvement.

After a year of practice, Yanque also changed from the original twelve-level soul power to the current seventeenth-level soul power, and the soul power has been increased by four levels in one year.Not only that, she won the first place in the leaderboard of the sect, the white soul leaderboard, which was competed by Yihuan soul masters.

Now, her reputation is circulating in the sect, saying that she is a rising star, and she will be famous in the entire soul master world in the future.

The breeze blows Yan Que's childish-looking face, but her bright pupils reveal a maturity that does not belong to this age.

Yan Que put the sword given to him by his master across his legs, stroked the cold scabbard with his small hands, felt the sword's intent and temperature, and his eyes were full of longing.

"Master, Yan Que's current achievements have lived up to your expectations, right?"

"Master, if you know Yan Que's current results, will you be happy?"

"Master, Yanque misses you so much"

Looking at the sword that Master bestowed upon him, Yan Que's eye sockets couldn't help but rosy, and teardrops appeared faintly in the eye sockets.

Suddenly, Yan Que felt that his head was covered by a big hand, and that big hand was wantonly ravaging his hair.

"What is a person doing sitting here stupidly?"

Yan Que couldn't help being taken aback by this unexpected attack. Just when she was about to resist, a familiar voice came from behind and reached her ears, and her body froze suddenly, like a lightning strike.

Yan Que couldn't believe her ears. This was her master's voice. She would never forget this warm voice.

For a moment, Yan Que seemed to forget the palm that was torturing his hair on top of his head, stood up from the stone bench, and turned his body around mechanically.

"Long time no see, little Yanque."

Yan Que looked at the person standing opposite her, that familiar face still had that familiar smile, just like the sun, so bright and warm.

Yan Que couldn't help but feel his nose sore, and in his ruddy eye sockets, bean-sized teardrops were rolling continuously, as if they were about to fall in the next moment.

"Master"

In the end, Yan Que couldn't help the excitement in his heart, tears fell, and he jumped into the arms of the man.

"Wow wow, master, you are finally back wow"

"Wow, Yan Que really misses you, Master, woo woo"

Zeng Yi looked helplessly at Yan Que howling in his arms, but he didn't choose to comfort her, but let her hug him and cry, venting his emotions.

After 2 minutes, Yanque's howling turned into a choking sound.

"It's over." Seeing that her crying stopped, Zeng Yi couldn't help joking.

Yan Que let go of her master's waist with both hands, and raised her head buried in the master's chest, her eyes were still red, and tears were rippling inside.

Hearing Zeng Yi's joke, a look of embarrassment appeared in Yan Que's tear-filled eyes.

Seeing that Zeng Yi's chest was already wet with his own tears, Yan Que quickly said in that choked tone, "I'm sorry Master, I stained your clothes."

Yan Que looked a little anxious, because of his embarrassment, he stained Master's clothes, and the teardrops in his eyes seemed to want to cry again.

Seeing her like this, Zeng Yi felt a little funny, "It's been so long, and you still haven't got rid of this crying habit."

Zeng Yi said, then squatted down, looked at Yan Que's tear-eyed face, couldn't help stretching out his palm, and gently wiped away the tears hanging from the corners of her eyes.

"Tears are a good thing that can wash away bitterness and sadness when they flow out. Now that you are still young, if you can cry, just have a good cry. But when you grow up, you will find that life There is also great sadness that even tears cannot wash away, and unforgettable pain that makes you unable to shed tears even if you want to.

Therefore, a truly strong person, the more he wants to cry, the louder he laughs, with pain and sorrow in his heart, even so, he must take them forward together. "

After finishing speaking, Zeng Yi smiled and covered Yan Que's small head with his big hands, "Today, let's practice how to smile well. Let's show Master a smile now."

"Yeah..." Yan Que nodded choked up, wiped away his tears with his sleeve, then grinned at his master and laughed.

"Hahaha, what an ugly smile."