Ronin from Douluo

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The Seven Treasure Glazed Glass Sect was built in the mountains. As the patron saint of the sect, the Chenxin of one of the Supreme Elders, of course, the station is extraordinary, one person occupies a mountain.

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

As the first person in the sword doctrine of Douluo Continent today, only his Sword Douluo dared to have such a name.

Shenjian Peak is the highest mountain in the sect. Its momentum is like a rainbow, and its god is like a sword. It rushes straight into the sky, and the clouds are lingering on the mountainside. At a glance, it is inexhaustible to see its peak, just like a Tianzhu.

Above the Divine Sword Peak, a little girl is holding this long sword that does not match her height, her slender legs straddle and stand firmly, and continue to train up and down.

The girl was wearing a white moon blouse, and the brown hair that had just passed her shoulders was tied into a bunch of ponytails behind her head, making her petite and lovely also look heroic.Sweat beads slipped from her wheaten face to the ground, but her eyes revealed a firm look, her waist was as straight as a gun, and every swing of the sword was particularly powerful and regular.

The girl kept repeating the slashing motion, she didn't know how many times she slashed it. She came here for nearly twenty minutes before stopping the action in her hand.

Phoo~

A long spit of air was spit out from Yanque’s mouth, retracted the sword into the scabbard, and then took out a kettle, without a girl’s restraint, poured a large sip of water into his mouth, and then Clear water rushed on his face, washing away the sweat.

Suddenly, Yan Que felt her hot body refreshed a lot.

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

It has been a year since Yanque came to the Seven Treasure Glazed Glass Sect, and she was still quite scared when she had just come to this strange place.However, the master's master, Grandpa Jian, treated her very well, and the bone grandfather in the sect, Uncle Ning, loved her very much.This also allowed Yanque to realize the long-lost family affection again, and the defense in her heart slowly relaxed, and she began to treat Zongmen as her own another home.

But what she missed most was the figure who fished herself out of the dark abyss, the person she respected and admired most, her master, Zeng Yi.

It has been a year in the Qibao Glazed Tile School.In this year, even if there is no master by his side, Yanque has always strictly demanded herself and carried out the practice taught by master every day.Although her martial soul is not a sword martial soul, practicing kendo has also improved her spirit and mood, not only the improvement of physical fitness, but also the strength, and even the speed of cultivation. Significant improvement.

After one year of cultivation, Yanque has also changed from the original twelfth level of soul power to the current seventeenth level of soul power, and has increased its fourth level of soul power in one year.Not only that, she won the first place in the Zongmen, a ranking list where soul masters competed, and the white soul list.

Today, her reputation is circulating in the sect, saying that she is a star of tomorrow, and she will be famous throughout the soul master world in the future.

The breeze was blowing on Yanque's childish-looking face, but her bright eyes revealed the maturity that did not belong to this age.

Yanque placed the sword given to him by the master across his legs, stroking the cold scabbard with her little hand, feeling the sword intent and temperature in it, her eyes flashing with longing.

"Master, what Yanque has achieved today has not failed your expectations, right?"

"Master, if you know Yanque's current results, would you be happy?"

"Master, Yanque misses you so much..."

Looking at the sword that Master gave him, Yanque's eye sockets could not help but become ruddy, teardrops faintly appearing in his eye sockets.

Suddenly, Yan Que felt that her head was covered by her big hand, which was ravaging her hair wantonly.

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Yan Que was stunned by this unprepared attack. When she was about to resist, a familiar voice passed from behind her to her ears, and her body suddenly froze, like a lightning strike.

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

For a moment, Yanque seemed to forget the palm that was crippling her hair on top of her head, got up from the stone bench, and turned her body somewhat mechanically.

"It's been a long time, Xiao Yanque."

Yanque looked at the person who was standing opposite to him. On that familiar face, there was still that familiar smile, just like the sun, bright and warm.

Yan Que couldn't help feeling that her nose was sore, and in her rosy eyes, tears of big beans were constantly rolling, as if it was about to fall in the next moment.

"Master!"

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

"Wow~Wow~, Master, you are finally back...Wow~"

"Wow~, Yanque really...I really miss you, Master...oooo~"

Zeng Yi looked helplessly at Yanque howling and crying in his arms, but did not choose to comfort her, but let her cry and vent her emotions.

It took two minutes until Yanque's howling and crying turned into a choking sound.

"Did you cry?" Zeng Yi couldn't help joking when she stopped crying.

Yanque loosened her master's waist with both hands, raised her head buried in her chest, her eyes were still red, teardrops rippling in it.

Hearing Zeng Yi's joking, a touch of embarrassment appeared in Yanque's teary eyes.

Seeing that Zeng Yi's chest had been wetted with teardrops, Yanque said in a choked tone: "Hug...sorry Master, I soiled your clothes."

Yan Que looked a little anxious. Because of her embarrassment, she soiled Master's clothes, and the teardrops in her eyes turned and she seemed to want to cry again.

Seeing her look 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, looking at Yanque's teary face, he couldn't help but stretch out his palm and gently wipe the teardrops from the corners of her eyes.

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

Therefore, the really strong people, the more they want to cry, the louder they laugh, carrying pain and sorrow, and even so, they must take them forward."

After speaking, Zeng Yi smiled and put his big hand on Yanque's small head, "Today, let's practice how to laugh. Now let's show the master a laugh."

"Yeah~" Yanque nodded chokedly, wiped away her tears with her sleeves, then grinned at her master and laughed.

"Hahaha, it's really ugly to laugh."

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