Ronin from Douluo

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"This is......"

Zeng Yi looked around at the scene and was too shocked to speak.

However, the old man just smiled slightly, looked at the surprised Zeng Yi, and said with a light smile, "Your Excellency can sit in this water, and this old man will let you recall everything before."

"Prayer, ritual?" Zeng Yi looked at the golden river, his eyes widened, and he muttered.

"Yes."

The old man squinted and smiled at Zeng Yi.

Looking at the person in front of him, Zeng Yi remained silent, his eyes fixed on the old man, with hesitation flickering in his eyes.

Can you trust this person?

Zeng Yi wondered in his heart, it was hard for him not to think, why did this mysterious old man who appeared suddenly help him out of pure kindness?

Kindness, Zeng Yi couldn't help but feel a little ridiculous.

If he had no other purpose, Zeng Yi would definitely not believe it.

However, since they have all come here, it is naturally impossible for Zeng Yi to turn around now. No matter what the price is, he must figure out where he came from, what is going on in his body, and what is going on.

Because, I have no choice, no other way out.

"it is good."

"Then please prepare it, Your Excellency." The old man chuckled, and the decayed voice made people feel chills.

Zeng Yi was speechless, and took off his shirt, revealing his muscular body. The most eye-catching thing was that there was a mysterious mark on his left chest.

Zeng Yi took a deep look at the old man on the opposite side, but the other side just squinted his eyes and looked at him.

Looking at the golden river again, Zeng Yi took a deep breath, took steps, and walked into the river.

This river is very shallow, and the water surface only covers the position of the calf.

"Sit down."

The old man's voice seemed to come from his heart, vaguely hypnotic and bewitching.

Zeng Yi obeyed and sat cross-legged in the water.The water surface is not high, and after sitting down, the water surface only submerges to the position of his knees.

The river water glowing with golden light flowed quietly, and the coolness spread to the brain. Zeng Yi couldn't help but feel that at this moment, the whole body relaxed.

This river water, like a holy spring, seems to have the ability to purify everything.

Feeling the feeling of the river flowing along his body, Zeng Yi couldn't help closing his eyes, his mind was slowly letting go, and his tense face, at this time, also relaxed, looking extremely comfortable.

"The flowing water clears the heart, the mirror is like water, springs into the spring and transforms the spirit, and blends into nature..."

At some point, the old man appeared behind Zeng Yi, muttering in his mouth, but there was an indescribable charm, or like a prayer.

In this golden river, on the edge of the river bed, the few sparse weeds began to stretch, the leaves were getting bigger, the buds were exposed, and finally bloomed.

The petals fell, fell on the gentle river, and flowed slowly along the river.

At some point, Zeng Yi opened his eyes and witnessed all this with his own eyes.

In a short period of time, he witnessed the birth of life and the end of the curtain. It was only a few minutes, and Zeng Yi seemed to see a long life.

"Old people, flowers, hope..."

"Maybe, just hope is enough."

The old man's voice came from the side, Zeng Yi couldn't help turning around and saw the old man standing beside him, holding a simple cup in both hands, and handing it to himself.

It's wine!

Zeng Yi just glanced at the contents of the cup. The elegant fragrance wafting in the air also contained the aroma of wine, so Zeng Yi could quickly distinguish it.

Holding the glass of wine, the old man looked at Zeng Yi with a smile and said, "Drinking this glass will help your psychic."

liqueur?

Zeng Yi looked at the glass of wine in the old man's hand, and couldn't help but lose his mind.

Zeng Yi has never drank alcohol since he was in Mo's Blast Gym for half a year now.But I don't know why, looking at the glass of wine in front of me, I feel very familiar.

Perhaps, the former self was a wine lover.

At this moment, some unfamiliar pictures flashed in my mind, and a little sadness appeared in my absent-minded eyes.

"What's in the cup can never make up for it."

At this moment, Zeng Yi was also stunned. He didn't know why he said such a sentence, but the sadness lingered in his heart all the time, which made him feel a little uncomfortable.

But even so, Zeng Yi still took the old man's wine glass.

On the clear surface of the liquid, his own face was reflected, and the alluring aroma of flowers and wine lingered around his nostrils, making Zeng Yi unable to resist the urge to taste it.

Looking down at this glass of sake, hesitation flickered in his eyes. After a long time of complicated death, a flash of firmness flashed in his cloudy eyes.

Without further hesitation, Zeng Yi raised his head and drank the wine in the cup in one gulp!

The old man stood behind Zeng Yi, watched him drink up the sake, and smiled. This smile was very meaningful.

"Let's get started, Your Excellency."

"It can release the martial soul."

Zeng Yi couldn't help being taken aback by the old man's voice.

Release the martial soul?

In the past six months, Zeng Yi has not revealed his martial spirit.Even the training in the gymnasium has always used bamboo swords for training and fighting.

Zeng Yi lost his previous memory, and even forgot what a soul master is and what a martial soul is.

However, Mo Xin had already told Zeng Yi that everyone in this world has a martial soul.

Before, he had never dared to release his martial soul because Zeng Yi was worried that once his martial soul was released and his strength was revealed, maybe the demons in his body would also appear.

Therefore, he has been resisting this power.

But now, there should be no problem.

Being in this river, Zeng Yi felt that the terrifying power in his body, that other consciousness, seemed to be suppressed.

So, what will my martial spirit be like?

He was looking forward to it.

Zeng Yi closed his eyes, concentrating quietly.

Wuhun, show it!

Suddenly, a long knife appeared in front of Zeng Yi out of thin air, stagnating in midair.

Looking at the Wuhun that appeared in front of him, sure enough, it was a sword Wuhun, which was not beyond Zeng Yi's expectations.

However, the color of the blade made Zeng Yi frown.

Because, my martial soul, this slender, sharp blade is actually blood-red in color, the light of the blade is flickering with a sharp edge, looking at it, it looks like blood is flowing, like a living thing.

Evil and terrifying, like a magic knife that can devour souls.

Looking at his martial spirit, Zeng Yi was stunned.

However, the old man behind him looked at the evil, blood-red blade that was shining over there, and a greedy gaze flashed in the depths of his hole-like eye sockets.

It's so beautiful!

Zeng Yi was speechless, stretched out his hand to hold the bloody blade, and placed it flat on his knees.

A stream of golden light washed over the blood-colored long knife, trying to wash away the blood-red color.

Zeng Yi also quickly adjusted his mentality, closed his eyes, and let the clear water flow by, as if it could purify his soul.

At this moment, he seemed to be able to clearly hear and capture the movement, breathing, and even heartbeat of all living things around him.

The sound of water flowing slowly makes people feel comfortable and relaxed, which is a natural movement.

It was as if he had melted into the river and turned into a fish, like an elf, playing and wandering in this spirit river.

In this harmonious, calm, and natural picture, suddenly, the sound of long-lasting music resounded.

At some point, the old man was sitting in the river and played the erhu.

The long sound of the erhu, here, seems to have no sense of disobedience, it perfectly blends into this space and becomes a part of it.

The string sounds are melodious and continuous, and the creatures in the water dance along with it.

Zeng Yi, who was sitting cross-legged, began to wrinkle his slightly closed eyes, as if something had happened.

The power buried in the body began to be pulled, surged, and guided out.

All this seems to be out of control.

This pain began to distort Zeng Yi's face.

Zeng Yi seemed to be in a dim space, fragments of memory pictures began to emerge, more and more, like a revolving lantern.

who am I?

Zeng Yi questioned with a splitting headache, looking at the revolving lantern that kept flashing by, fragments of memory formed this space, and he stood on it.

The blue planet, from birth, growing up, and then one day, suddenly came to another world.

The world in the book!

With panic, fear, curiosity, unknown, unfinished life, in another world, restart!

Wuhun?Soul power?Soul master?

kendo?Constantly strive for perfection and climb towards the strongest road?

Who am I?

Zeng Yi!

By the way, my name is Zeng Yi!Not Mo Lang!

I am Zeng Yi! ! !

In the spiritual world, Zeng Yi clutched his head in pain, his eyes were bloodshot, the pain seemed to make his head explode.His eyes were ferocious, he looked up to the sky and shouted angrily, venting.

Finally, at this time, cracks began to appear in the constantly flickering revolving lantern, and finally, like a mirror, it shattered!

The world turned into darkness, and with the fragments of memory, it continued to fall, like an endless abyss, devouring everything in oneself.

......

In reality, Zeng Yi was still sitting cross-legged in the river, but there was a different change.

That is, weird, scary, chilling picture.

The river water washed Zeng Yi's body, as well as the martial soul above his knees, and the bloody blade.

However, looking carefully, the blood on the blade began to fade slowly, as if a layer of skin had been peeled off, revealing its original posture.

Glittering, front-cold silver!

And the faded blood red color, and the pitch black flowing from Zeng Yi's body, like a ghost, gathered in the river water towards the old man who was pulling the erhu below.

Absorbed, even the old man's body.

The old man squinted his eyes, still playing the erhu and playing his own music, but on the face that was almost decayed, there was an expression of satisfaction, excitement, and joy.

He is enjoying it all.

until the end of the song.

At that moment, the erhu in the old man's hand instantly turned into dust and disappeared with the wind.

"Ha ha ha ha--"

The old man couldn't help raising his head and laughing wildly, extremely happy and satisfied.

What's even more surprising is that, as he laughed wildly, his body also began to change, his rickety body began to rise, his decayed skin began to become smooth and shiny, and his jet-black hair also stretched out.

Everything that happened, when applied to this person, can only be expressed in one word.

Turn back time!

"It's amazing! It's amazing! It's amazing hahaha—"

The old man... no, he can't be called an old man anymore.

Returning to his young self, he covered his face with one hand and laughed wildly, his mouth couldn't stop admiring.

The power in this body is simply too wonderful!

This gesture can easily shatter mountains and rivers, and it seems to have the power to destroy everything!

It is simply wonderful!

This power is comparable to the sword masters of the Sword God Palace!

Just like that, he laughed for a long time, and finally stopped the cheerful laugh, turned around and looked at Zeng Yi who was still sitting cross-legged in the river.

And the moment he turned around, his face was revealed.

That is, a face that looks exactly like Zeng Yi's.

With a flash, this person appeared in front of Zeng Yi again, with a smile on his face, looking like a dead person, Zeng Yi who didn't move at all.

"You really surprised me. I didn't expect that you actually contain the power that can rival the sword master."

"Now, you can disappear, oh, no!" He remembered something again, and the corner of his mouth couldn't help twitching, smiling wickedly.

"You have not disappeared, because, from now on, I am you!

I am Zeng Yi!

a ha ha ha--"

He laughed loudly, his eyes gleamed with scarlet light, he opened his palm, and a blood-colored long knife appeared, holding the handle of the knife, facing Zeng Yi who was sitting cross-legged, he slashed off!

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