The swordsman who started as Douluo

"Your name is Zhu Zhuqing, right?"

Zhu Zhuqing raised his head in confusion, his expression did not change much, and he responded in a cold tone: "Yes."

Seeing that it was just a simple word, Gu Rong also smiled silently.

"Put down the broom and come with me!"

Zhu Zhuqing was a little confused, but he quickly thought of something and immediately put down the broom and followed Gu Rong's footsteps.

The two of them came to the living room. Gu Rong ordered his servants to make a pot of tea and then brought it up, then they stopped talking.

Zhu Zhuqing stood in the living room, holding his hands together uneasily, lowering his head and waiting quietly.

Gu Rong was not in a hurry to speak, but waited for the tea to come up and slowly drank a cup of tea first. Like Chen Xin, he loved drinking in his early years. As he got older, he preferred drinking tea.

"Tea is a good thing! Drinking it can refresh your mind and nourish your body, and tasting it can cultivate your mind and nature."

"If Senior Gu is willing, this disciple can stay with you and make tea for you."

Gu Rong took a sip of tea and said nothing.

"Nowadays, the world is full of heroes and geniuses, far more than ever before. It is a time of great competition. In the way of hammers, swords, and even the way of swords, geniuses have emerged one after another. Looking carefully at the world, there is no one who can stand up to me. It’s really…sad!”

Zhu Zhuqing was waiting aside without saying anything. She knew that at this time, she just had to listen quietly, and Gu Rong would let her speak when it was time for her to speak.

"To be honest, I really envy Chen Xin to death. Why did he pick up such a good seedling in just one trip? I went out hundreds of times and didn't even catch a hair."

The more Gu Rong talked, the angrier he became, as if he wanted to express all the dissatisfaction in his heart. Zhu Zhuqing knew that he was safe!

"And that prodigal son, how virtuous and capable he is. He is sitting at home while his precious disciple comes from the sky. This is too outrageous!"

After Gu Rong finished speaking, he said to Zhu Zhuqing: "I originally didn't plan to accept you as a disciple, not because of your talent, but because of your martial spirit. But my bottom line is too high. There is no one in this world. If the junior can catch my eye, just think about it and let it go.”

"I will give you a chance. I can teach you strategies for fighting the enemy. If you want to learn the art of imperialism, I can also teach you, but I can't help you with your speed training. Even so, you are willing Become my disciple?"

Zhu Zhuqing then raised his head and said firmly: "Disciple is willing, as long as the ancient senior is willing to teach me, I am willing to learn anything!"

Gu Rong waved his hand and said: "If you want to practice speed, you can go to that guy Long Tianquan. He..."

Before Gu Rong could finish speaking, Zhu Zhuqing asked happily: "Is it true, Master?"

Gu Rong was stunned for a moment, why did he feel like he wasn't coming for me?

Zhu Zhuqing also realized that he had lost his composure, and immediately corrected himself and said, "Thank you, Master, for your concern. I will work harder on my own in terms of speed!"

"Well... then you should go back first. I will also hold a discipleship ceremony in two days. I will also have those who have Chenxin!"

Zhu Zhuqing bowed deeply, then turned and left with satisfaction.

At this time on Tianjian Peak, Long Tianquan didn't know that Zhu Zhuqing was about to become Gu Rong's apprentice. He was fighting vigorously with Gao Kexin.

Not long after Cong Chenxin and the others left, Gao Kexin pulled him into a fight. Now that Chenxin is back, the two are still fighting.

But now the two of them have become smarter, and neither of them uses soul skills, relying entirely on the most basic sword moves to compete. Today, Long Tianquan's skills in swordsmanship have become even better.

Gao Kexin turned around and stabbed at Long Tianquan. Long Tianquan hesitated to advance and then rushed towards Gao Kexin with his sword in hand.

Chen Xin carefully observed the movements of the two men. Although there were still many areas for improvement, they were already good enough to accept disciples.

"Okay, you two come over here!"

Chen Xin looked at the two of them and said: "I have taught you so many times, but the sword moves are still full of flaws and the movements are cumbersome. It makes me a teacher and I don't know what to say to you!"

The two of them lowered their heads and did not dare to answer. Chen Xin sighed and said to Long Tianquan: "I won't teach you anything else next. Let me teach you how to fly with a sword first!"

"Really!"

"If you don't want to learn, I can teach you something else."

"No, no, no, no, Master, I want to learn, I want to learn even in my dreams, please teach me, Master!"

Chen Xin smiled and said, "You brat, why don't you let me teach you?"

………………

Three days later!

"Woohoo...it feels so good!"

Long Tianquan flew over a river with his sword, listening to the wind blowing by his ears. Within his sight were endless wheat fields. All the senses in his body felt the intimacy of nature, and the breath of freedom came to his face.

"Smelly Tianquan...can you fly well?"

Long Tianquan got up and down, racing as soon as he got his "driver's license". Ning Rongrong was so scared that she could only hug him tightly.

Long Tianquan turned around and said with a smile: "Are you scared now? What's behind the excitement!"

As soon as they finished speaking, the two fell down.

"Ah ah... Long Tianquan, what are you doing?"

Long Tianquan laughed: "Hahaha... watch me do my best."

The two figures were getting closer and closer to the water, and Ning Rongrong's heart was already in her throat.

"Long Tianquan, hurry up and fly!"

Long Tianquan smiled confidently, "Tian Yuan Sword, give it to me...!"

………………

"Have you changed it?"

Long Tianquan asked behind the grass. After a long time, Ning Rongrong walked out of it.

She didn't bring any extra clothes, so she could only wear Long Tianquan's clothes. However, Long Tianquan's figure was relatively tall, so it was much looser for her to wear.

However, Ning Rongrong has fair skin, a delicate melon-seed face, and bright, watery eyes. Wearing this men's clothing, she can better reflect her beauty, like a bud waiting to bloom. Huaguduo.

Seeing Long Tianquan looking at her longingly, Ning Rongrong suddenly became happy and shyly scolded: "What are you looking at?"

"My fiancée is so beautiful that my eyes don't obey my instructions at all!"

Ning Rongrong snorted, covering her mouth and laughing.

She rushed over with a smile, and hit Long Tianquan's body with her weak little fist. Long Tianquan felt that the blow was not on his body, but on his heart.

"Hmph... It's all your fault! I insisted on looking for excitement, which made my clothes all wet!" Ning Rongrong pouted, and Long Tianquan took her into his arms.

"Yes, yes, it's my fault this time. Wait until I practice again next time, and I will definitely succeed!"

Ning Rongrong lay in his arms and hummed softly.

Long Tianquan: Oh my God! Are you going to kill me, if I can't help it... Hehehe! No, no, she is still young, she is still young, she must hold back!