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Falling into this endless abyss, boundless darkness, unable to feel the passage of time, as if abandoned by the whole world, the lonely emotion involuntarily spreads out from the bottom of my heart.
Dark, depressing, crazy.
I don’t know how long it took, but Zeng Yi was at a loss and gave up.
So be it......
Relax your mind, don't think about anything, and let your body continue to fall into the endless abyss.
Uncomfortable...
Zeng Yi suddenly felt that it became difficult to breathe. His consciousness became dull and uncomfortable, as if he was about to suffocate.
It’s so uncomfortable!
...
"ah!!!!"
"Meow"
Xiaoju, who was lying on Zeng Yi's face, was so frightened by the sudden shout that her hair suddenly exploded and she quickly jumped away from Zeng Yi's face.
Zeng Yi, who was lying on the bed, suddenly opened his closed eyelids, jumped up suddenly, and sat up. He was still panting heavily. His pale face was flushed, and his eyes were filled with fear.
In an instant, Zeng Yi came back to his senses, looked around and found himself lying on a bed in a room.
"What is this place?" Looking at this room, Zeng Yi's eyes were a little confused.
"Meow~"
A cat meowed in the room, and then a silver figure rushed towards Zeng Yi.
"Xiaoju!"
Zeng Yi was a little surprised when he looked at the furry little creature on his lap.
"Meow~"
Xiaoju raised her head and looked at Zeng Yi with eyes as clear as green gems. Her eyes were full of joy and she rubbed her furry cheek against Zeng Yi's belly to express her worry about Zeng Yi.
"Xiaoju..."
Zeng Yi couldn't believe it. He reached out to Xiaoju with trembling hands, picked it up, lifted it in front of his face, put his forehead against Xiaoju's furry head, and felt its temperature.
"I'm not dead, I'm still alive..."
After murmuring, an expression of excitement appeared on his pale face, and his face became flushed. Zeng Yi's hands holding Xiaoju began to tremble with excitement.
Zeng Yi thought he was dead, but now that he saw Xiaoju and could still feel the warmth, he was convinced that he was not dead.
It seems that Sword Douluo did not kill him.
This made Zeng Yi feel a little lucky that he didn't die, which was naturally good. Why should we die if we can live?
But what is going on in that gloomy world? Isn’t that hell, the world after death?
Recalling the previous memories, Zeng Yi couldn't help but feel confused again. He could 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, Xiao Ju didn't understand it very well. She stretched out her pink tongue towards Zeng Yi's cheek and licked it.
Feeling the moist warmth on his face, Zeng Yi woke up from that memory.
"Xiao Ju, I'm fine." Zeng Yi put Xiao Ju down, touched its furry head with his palm, and said with a gentle smile.
Lifting off the blanket on his body, Zeng Yi sat up from the bed and stood on the floor. He found that he was now wearing many white gauze strips wrapped around his strong body.
"Did that Sword Douluo save me?"
Thinking of the scene when he was unconscious, Sword Douluo was the only one present at that time. In his current situation, after thinking about it, Sword Douluo was the only one who saved him.
But in this situation, Zeng Yi couldn't figure it out again. What did Sword Douluo mean? He came to cause trouble for himself, but then took action to save himself. This operation is not very understandable.
After relaxing his body, which was a little rusty from sleeping, his whole body made a subtle clicking sound. This feeling made Zeng Yi feel much more comfortable.
My injury is healed.
Feeling the state of his body, Zeng Yi didn't feel any pain, but his breath was a little weak now. It seems that the external injuries are healed, but the internal injuries are still not fully recovered.
By the way, where is Xiao Yanque?
Suddenly thinking of this problem, Zeng Yi became a little panicked. Now in this room, he and Xiaoju were the only ones, with no one else around.
"Xiaoju, where did the little Yanque go?" Zeng Yi asked Xiaoju worriedly.
"Meow~"
Xiaoju shouted, jumped up on Zeng Yi's shoulders.
"Is Yan Que okay?" Zeng Yi asked again.
Xiaoju nodded her cute little head and responded to Zeng Yi.
"That's good." Xiao Ju's answer made Zeng Yi breathe out and relax his nervous mind.
"You kid finally woke up."
Suddenly, a faint voice came from outside the door. Then, the door of the room was opened, and a figure walked in. Zeng Yi looked at it, and his pupils couldn't help but shrink and became alert.
"Sword Douluo." Zeng Yi's expression was extremely solemn. Light flashed in his hand, and a long sword with a scabbard appeared in his hand. It was Zeng Yi's martial spirit, Lan Qie.
"How can I say that I also saved your life? How can I save my savior who treated you like this?" Seeing Zeng Yi's defensive look, Sword Douluo Chen couldn't help but feel a little funny, but seeing Zeng Yi's current full of energy , a hint of joy appeared on his face.
Zeng Yi was in a coma for ten days. However, his injuries healed in just three days. This made Sword Douluo surprised. When did his healing spirit liquid become so effective? It only took three days to recover from the fatal injuries?
However, even after his injuries healed, Zeng Yi showed no signs of waking up. This made Sword Douluo very worried. If he hadn't seen that he still showed obvious signs of life, he would have wanted to take Zeng Yi to join the Seven Treasures Glazed Sect. However, he cannot bring Zeng Yi back to the sect now, otherwise, trouble from Wuhun Palace will soon come to his door.
After waiting for seven days, Zeng Yi was still in a deep sleep. This made Sword Douluo unable to bear it any longer. He wanted to take Zeng Yi to the sect immediately and use the power of the entire Seven Treasures Glazed Sect to find a way to wake him up. But at the last moment, Zeng Yi woke up on his own, which also relaxed Sword Douluo's nervous heartstrings.
If it weren't for you, what would I do?
Listening to Sword Douluo's words, Zeng Yi complained in his heart.
"Where is my apprentice, Yan Que?"
Seeing that Sword Douluo was not hostile, Zeng Yi put down his guard, put Wuhun Lanqie away, and asked.
"Your little apprentice is behind and will be here shortly." Chen Xin said calmly. He sensed that Zeng Yi had woken up and rushed back first.
"You have become a master at such a young age. What a great skill!" Chen Xin said again as she looked at Zeng Yi with sharp eyes.
Originally, Sword Douluo was a little unhappy knowing that he had a disciple inexplicably. But after finding Zeng Yi, I found out that this man had actually accepted a disciple, and that he had become a master and upgraded to a master, and he felt even more uncomfortable.
However, the cultivation talent of his cheap disciple, especially the exceptionally talented swordsman, turned him into a cheap master, which was very embarrassing. Moreover, his disciples' talents are also at the monster level, with ninth-level innate soul power and top-grade elemental martial souls. As long as they grow up, they will definitely be the strongest among them. The Qibao Glazed Sect has made it! Buy one get one free, can you believe this?
Not to mention his disciple Zeng Yi, his disciple Yanque alone was more talented than everyone in the entire Qibao Glazed Sect.
With such disciples and disciples, he, Sword Douluo, Chen Xin, has no regrets in his life!
However, you are only fifteen years old and you are already recruiting a disciple. How can this be done? Do you know that it will delay your own practice?
Thinking of this, Sword Douluo became a little angry.
I really don’t know the importance, alas~ Disciple Xiaoyanque, it’s better to take him back to Qibao Glazed Sect and practice well. Disciple, just take care of yourself now.
What does it have to do with you that I accept a disciple?
Zeng Yi couldn't help but curse, looking at Sword Douluo with some confusion.
"Haha, not bad."
Hearing this, Sword Dou Luo Chenxin's mouth couldn't help but twitch.
Do you really think I'm complimenting you?
"Boy, who did you learn your swordsmanship from?" Chen Xin asked in a serious tone.
"Swordsmanship?"
Zeng Yi was a little confused as to why Sword Douluo would ask this question.
"Self-taught, what's wrong?"
"Self-taught?" Sword Douluo's eyes widened instantly.
Are you telling me that you are self-taught in swordsmanship? Then I, Chen Xin, Sword Douluo, am called Sword Dao Chen Xin, am I a loser?
Chen Xin's figure flashed and appeared in front of Zeng Yi, startling both Zeng Yi and Xiao Ju.
"Seriously! You didn't lie to me?" Chen Xin's eyes were sharp, like sword rays, looking directly into Zeng Yi's eyes, which made Zeng Yi's eyes feel a little stinging.
Unable to stand his fierce gaze and momentum, Zeng Yi quickly said: "Of course, why should I lie to you?"
Zeng Yi's sword skills were all learned through the skills provided by the system, weapon proficiency, and the Wind Control Sword Technique. Weapon proficiency allows Zeng Yi to skillfully use various swords and weapons. The Wind Control Sword Technique also records the use of some sword techniques. However, Zeng Yi was able to acquire many of his current swordsmanship skills by practicing and comprehending them on his own. If he was just proficient in weapons, his own swordsmanship would not be what it is now.
All I can say is that I am really talented in sword training.
"You don't have a teacher?"
"No." Zeng Yi shook his head. How could he have any master? There was only one plug-in, but it ran away long ago.
Zeng Yi's words made Chen Xin beam with joy. It’s better not to have a master. In this case, then I will be your master.
Chen Xin calmed down, put his hands behind his back, turned his back to Zeng Yi, gave Zeng Yi an unpredictable back view, and spoke lightly.
"I think I have a good talent in swordsmanship and would like to accept you as my disciple. What do you think?"
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