The Qibao Glazed Sect was established in the mountains. As the patron saint of the sect and one of the Supreme Elders, Chen Xin's location was certainly extraordinary, as one person occupied a mountain peak.
And the name of this mountain peak is also very domineering, called Divine Sword Peak.
As the current number one swordsman in Douluo Continent, only Sword Douluo dared to give such a name.
The Divine Sword Peak is the highest peak in the sect. It is as powerful as a rainbow and looks like a sword, soaring straight into the sky. The mountainside is surrounded by clouds and smoke. At a glance, you can't see its top, just like a pillar in the sky.
On the top of the Divine Sword Peak, a little girl was holding a long sword that was not consistent with her height. She stood firmly with her slender legs and was constantly training to slash up and down.
The girl was wearing a white moon shirt, and her brown hair that just reached her shoulders was tied into a small ponytail at the back of her head, making her petite and cute look somewhat heroic. Sweat beads fell to the ground from her wheat-colored face, but her eyes revealed a look of perseverance. Her waist was as straight as a gun, and every swing of her sword was particularly powerful and regular.
The girl kept repeating the slashing action. She didn't know how many times she slashed. She kept coming for nearly twenty minutes and then stopped.
Phew~
A long breath of turbid breath came out of Yan Que's mouth, he put the sword back into the scabbard, and then took out a kettle. Without the slightest restraint of a girl, he poured a large mouthful of water into his mouth, and then poured a bottle of water into his mouth. The water rushed onto his face, washing away the sweat.
Suddenly, Yan Que felt that his hot body felt much refreshed.
After stretching his hands and feet, Yanque found a cool place to sit down and adjust his breathing.
It has been a year since Yanque came to Qibao Glazed Sect. She was still quite scared of this strange place she had just arrived. However, her master, Grandpa Jian, was very kind to her, and Grandpa Gu and Uncle Ning in the sect also loved her very much. This also allowed Yanque to re-experience the long-lost family affection, and the guard in his heart slowly relaxed, and he began to treat the sect as his other family.
But what she misses the most is the figure who pulled her 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 Sect. During this year, even without his master around, Yan Que has been strict with himself and practiced the master's teachings every day. Although her martial soul is not a sword martial soul, practicing swordsmanship has also improved her spirit and state of mind. Not only her physical fitness has improved, but also her strength. Even her training speed has improved. Significant improvement.
After a year of training, Yan Que has also changed from the original twelfth level soul power to the current seventeenth level soul power, which is a four-level increase in soul power in one year. Not only that, she took the top spot on the White Soul Ranking, the ranking list that the first-ring soul masters in the sect competed for.
Nowadays, her reputation is spread throughout the sect, and they say that she is a rising star who will become famous throughout the soul master world in the future.
The breeze blew Yan Que's childish face, but her bright pupils revealed a maturity that was beyond her age.
Yanque placed the sword given to him by his master across his legs, and stroked the cold scabbard with his small hands, feeling the sword's intent and temperature in it, his eyes flashing with longing.
"Master, Yanque's current achievements have lived up to your expectations, right?"
"Master, would you be happy if you knew Yan Que's current results?"
"Master, Yanque misses you so much..."
Looking at the sword given to him by his master, Yan Que's eyes couldn't help but turn red, and tears faintly appeared in his eyes.
Suddenly, Yan Que felt that his head was covered by a big hand, and the big hand was ravaging his hair wantonly.
"What are you doing sitting here alone?"
Yanque couldn't help but be stunned by this unexpected attack. Just when she was about to resist, a familiar voice reached her ears from behind, and her body suddenly froze, 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 have forgotten the palm that was ravaging his hair on top of his head. He stood up from the stone bench and turned around mechanically.
"Long time no see, Xiaoyanque."
Yanque looked at the person standing opposite him. On that familiar face, there was still that familiar smile, as bright and warm as the sun.
Yanque couldn't help but feel that his nose was sore, and tears as big as beans were rolling in his red eyes, as if they were about to fall at the next moment.
"Master!"
In the end, Yan Que couldn't help the excitement in his heart, tears fell, and he jumped into the man's arms.
"Woo~wow~, Master, you are finally back...Woo~"
"Wow~, Yan Que really... really misses you, Master... wuwu~"
Zeng Yi looked helplessly as Yan Que howled and cried in his arms, but he did not choose to comfort her, but let her hold him and cry, venting her emotions.
After two minutes of this, Yan Que's howling and crying turned into choking sounds.
"Are you done crying?" Seeing her crying stop, Zeng Yi couldn't help but joked.
Yanque let go of his master's waist with both hands, and raised his head buried in his master's chest. His eyes were still red, with tears rippling inside.
After hearing Zeng Yi's joke, a look of embarrassment appeared in Yan Que's tear-filled eyes.
Seeing that Zeng Yi's chest was wet with his own tears, Yan Que quickly said in a choked tone: "Hug...I'm sorry, Master, I soiled your clothes."
Yanque looked a little anxious. Because of his embarrassment, his master's clothes were stained. The tears in his eyes turned and he seemed to want to cry again.
Seeing her like this, Zeng Yi felt a little funny, "It's been so long, but you still haven't gotten rid of this crying habit."
Zeng Yi said, then knelt down and looked at Yan Que's face with hazy eyes. He couldn't help but stretched 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 the bitterness and sadness when shed. 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 a huge sadness that cannot be washed away even by tears, and an unforgettable pain that makes you unable to shed tears even if you want to.
Therefore, a truly strong person laughs louder the more he wants to cry, carrying pain and sadness, and even so, he must take them with him to move forward. "
After saying that, Zeng Yi smiled and covered Yan Que's little head with his big hand, "Today, let's practice how to smile. Now smile and show it to Master."
"Yeah~" Yan Que choked and nodded, using his sleeves to wipe away his tears, then grinned at his master and smiled.
"Hahaha, you're smiling so ugly."
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