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"This is......"
Zeng Yi looked around at the scene around him and was so shocked that he was speechless.
However, the old man just smiled slightly, looked at the surprised Zeng Yi across from him, and said with a slight smile: "You can sit in the water, and I will remind you of everything before."
"Praying for spirits, is there a ceremony?" Zeng Yi looked at the sparkling golden river, his eyes widened, and he murmured.
"Yes."
The old man squinted his eyes and smiled at Zeng Yi.
Looking at the person in front of him, Zeng Yi was silent, his eyes fixed on the old man, his eyes flashing with hesitation.
Can you trust this person?
Zeng Yi wondered in his heart that it was hard for him not to think about why this mysterious old man who suddenly appeared wanted to help him out of pure kindness.
With good intentions, Zeng Yi couldn't help but feel a little ridiculous.
If he had no other purpose, Zeng Yi would definitely not believe it.
However, now that they are all here, Zeng Yi naturally cannot turn around and go back now. No matter what the cost, he must find out where he comes from and what is going on in his body.
Because, I have no choice, there is no other way out.
"good."
"Then please prepare, Your Excellency." The old man chuckled, and this decaying voice made people's hair stand on end.
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 opposite him, but the other man just squinted and looked at him.
Looking at the golden river again, Zeng Yi took a deep breath and stepped into the river.
The river is very shallow, and the water surface only covers the calf level.
"Sit down."
The old man's voice seemed to come from his heart, with a vague hypnotic and bewitching tone.
Zeng Yi obeyed and sat cross-legged in the water. The water surface was not high, and after sitting down, the water surface only reached up to his knees.
The river, glowing with golden light, flowed by 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 sacred spring, seems to have the ability to purify everything.
Feeling the feeling of the river flowing along his body, Zeng Yi couldn't help but close his eyes, and his thoughts were slowly relaxing. His face, which had been tense, also relaxed at this time, looking extremely comfortable.
"Flowing water purifies the heart, a bright mirror is like water, blooms with spring and transforms into spirit, blending into nature..."
I don't know when the old man appeared behind Zeng Yi, muttering something in his mouth, but it had an indescribable charm, or it seemed like a prayer.
In this golden river, the few sparse wild grasses on the edge of the river bed began to stretch, the leaves grew larger, the flower buds emerged, and finally bloomed.
The petals fell, landed on the gentle river, and flowed slowly down 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 beginning of life and its end. In just a few minutes, Zeng Yi seemed to have seen a long life.
"Old man, flowers, hope..."
"Maybe, just hope is enough."
The old man's voice came from the side. Zeng Yi couldn't help but turn around and saw the old man standing next to him, holding a simple cup in his hands and handing it to him.
It's wine!
Zeng Yi just glanced at the contents of the cup. The elegant fragrance floating in the air also contained the aroma of wine, so Zeng Yi could quickly distinguish it.
The old man held the glass of wine, looked at Zeng Yi and said with a smile: "Drinking this glass will help you to channel your spirit."
liquor?
Zeng Yi looked at the glass of wine in the old man's hand and couldn't help but feel a little lost.
Zeng Yi has never had a drink since he was in Mo's Gale Gym for half a year. But I don't know why, but looking at the glass of wine in front of me, I feel very familiar.
Perhaps, my former self was a wine lover.
At this moment, some strange pictures couldn't help but flash through my mind, and a bit of sadness appeared in my absent-minded eyes.
“What’s in the cup can never make up for the sorrow.”
At this moment, Zeng Yi was also stunned. He didn't know why he said such a sentence, but the sad mood kept lingering in his heart, making him feel a little uncomfortable.
But even so, Zeng Yi still took the old man's wine glass.
His own face was reflected on the clear liquid surface. The alluring scent of floral wine lingered in his nose, giving Zeng Yi the urge to taste it.
Looking down at the glass of sake, hesitation flashed in his eyes. After a long time, a trace of determination flashed in his cloudy eyes.
No longer hesitating, 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 all the sake, and smiled. This smile was meaningful.
"Let's begin, Your Excellency."
"You can release the martial spirit."
The old man's voice made Zeng Yi stunned.
Release the martial spirit?
In the past six months, Zeng Yi has not revealed his martial spirit. Even the training in the gym has always been to use bamboo swords for training and fighting.
Zeng Yi lost his previous memory and even forgot what a soul master was and what a martial spirit was.
However, Mo Xin had already told Zeng Yi that everyone in this world has a martial spirit.
Before, he had never dared to release his martial soul. That was because Zeng Yi was worried that once the martial soul was released and his power was revealed, perhaps the demon 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 the body and the other consciousness seemed to be suppressed.
So, what will my martial soul be like?
He was looking forward to it.
Zeng Yi closed his eyes and concentrated.
Martial spirit, show it!
Suddenly, a long knife appeared in front of Zeng Yi out of thin air and stopped in mid-air.
Looking at the martial spirit that appeared in front of him, he saw that it was indeed a sword martial spirit, which was not beyond Zeng Yi's expectations.
However, the color of the blade made Zeng Yi frown.
Because, the slender and sharp blade of my martial spirit was actually blood red, and the blade shone with coldness. It looked like blood was 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 and blood-red blade flickering over there, and a greedy look flashed from the depths of his hole-like eyes.
It's so beautiful!
Zeng Yi was speechless, stretched out his hand to hold the bloody blade, and placed it flat on his knees.
The golden light of the water washed away the bloody sword, trying to wash away the blood.
Zeng Yi also quickly adjusted his mentality, closed his eyes, and let the clear water flow by, as if it could purify his soul.
My mind began to relax and blend into nature. At this moment, I seemed to be able to clearly hear and capture the movements, breathing, and even heartbeats of all the creatures around me.
The sound of water flowing slowly makes you feel comfortable and relaxed, which is the music of nature.
He seemed to melt into the river water and turned into a fish, playing and wandering in this spiritual river like an elf.
This harmonious, calm, and natural picture suddenly sounded like a long and lingering sound of music.
This old man, at some point, sat in the river and played the erhu.
The long sound of the erhu seems to have no sense of dissonance here. It is perfectly integrated into this space and becomes a part of it.
The sound of the strings is melodious and continuous, and the creatures in the water also dance with it.
Zeng Yi, who was sitting cross-legged, gently closed his eyes and began to frown, 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 dark space, and fragments of memory images began to emerge, more and more, like a revolving lantern.
who I am?
Zeng Yi asked with a splitting headache, looking at the revolving door that kept flashing by. The fragments of memories formed this space, and he was standing on it.
The blue planet was born, grew up, and one day suddenly came to another world.
The world in books!
With panic, fear, curiosity, unknown, and an unfinished life, restart in another world!
Martial spirit? Soul power? Soul master?
kendo? Continuously strive for excellence and climb towards the strongest path?
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 scratched his head in pain, his eyes were filled with blood, and the pain seemed to make his head explode. His eyes were ferocious, and he looked up to the sky, yelling angrily and venting his anger.
Finally, at this time, the flashing revolving lantern began to appear cracks, and finally, like a mirror, it shattered!
The world turns into darkness, and along with the fragments of memory, it keeps falling, like an endless abyss, swallowing everything in it.
...
In reality, Zeng Yi was still sitting cross-legged in the river, but there were different changes.
It was a weird, terrifying, and chilling scene.
The river water washed Zeng Yi's body, as well as the martial spirit on his knees and the bloody blade.
However, if you look carefully, the blood on the blade begins to slowly fade away, as if a layer of skin has been peeled off, revealing its original posture.
Flashing, cold silvery white!
The blood-red color faded, and darkness flowed from Zeng Yi's body, like a demonic shadow, gathering in the river towards the old man playing the erhu below.
The absorption actually affected the old man's body.
The old man squinted his eyes and was still playing his erhu, playing his own music. His face, which was almost on the verge of decay, showed an expression of great satisfaction, excitement, and joy.
He is enjoying all this.
Until the end of the music.
At that moment, the erhu in the old man's hand turned into powder and dispersed in the wind.
"Ha ha ha ha--"
The old man couldn't help but raise his head and laugh wildly, feeling extremely happy and satisfied.
What's even more surprising is that he laughed wildly and his body began to change. His rickety body began to grow taller, his rotten skin began to become smooth and shiny, and his jet-black hair also stretched out.
Everything that happened can only be expressed in one word when applied to this person.
Time turns back!
"It's so wonderful! It's so wonderful! It's so wonderful, hahaha——"
The old man...no, he could no longer be called an old man.
He was young again, covering his face with one hand and laughing wildly, unable to stop admiring.
The full power in this body is simply wonderful!
With just one movement of his hand, he can easily shatter mountains and rivers, and seems to have the power to destroy everything!
It's simply wonderful!
This power is comparable to those of the Sword Masters from the Sword God Palace!
In this way, he laughed for a long time, and finally stopped his joyful laughter, and turned to look at Zeng Yi, who was still sitting cross-legged in the river.
And the moment he turned around, his face was revealed.
That was a face that looked exactly like Zeng Yi.
This person dodged and appeared in front of Zeng Yi again. With a smile on his face, Zeng Yi looked like a dead man, without any movement.
"You really surprised me. I didn't expect that you actually have power that can rival the Sword Master."
"Now, you can disappear, oh, no!" He thought of something again, and couldn't help but twitching the corners of his mouth, smiling evilly.
"You haven't disappeared, because from now on, I am you!
I am Zeng Yi!
a ha ha ha--"
He laughed, his eyes flashed with scarlet light, he opened his palm, and a long bloody knife appeared. Holding the handle of the knife, he chopped off the head of Zeng Yi who was sitting cross-legged!
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