The Seven Treasure Glazed Sect, established in the mountains, as the patron saint of the sect, one of the elders of the Taishang Dust Heart, the station is of course extraordinary, and one person occupies a mountain peak.

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

As the first person in the current kendo of the Douluo Continent, only he Sword Douluo dared to give such a name.

Shenjian Peak is the highest mountain peak in the sect, the momentum is like a rainbow, the god is like a sword, straight into the sky, the mountainside is full of clouds and smoke, at a glance, the top of it can not be seen, like a pillar of heaven.

On the top of Excalibur Peak, a little girl held this long sword that did not match her height, and stood firmly on her slender legs, constantly swinging up and down for training.

The girl was wearing a white moon shirt, and her brown hair just above the shoulders was tied into a ponytail at the back of her head, making her petite and cute look a little heroic. Beads of sweat slid from her wheat-colored face to the ground, but there was a resolute look in her eyes, her waist was as straight as a spear, and every swing of the sword was particularly powerful, and her movements were regular.

The girl kept repeating the slashing motion, not knowing how many times she swung it, until nearly twenty minutes came, and then stopped the movement of her hand.

Call~

A long mouthful of turbid air spit out of Yan Que's mouth, put the sword back into its scabbard, and then took out a kettle, without the slightest girl's reserve, poured a large mouthful of water into his mouth, and then washed the water on his face and washed away the sweat.

Suddenly, Yan Que felt that his hot body was much refreshed.

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

Yan Que had been coming to the Seven Treasure Liuli Sect for a year, and she was still quite scared when she first came to this strange place. However, Master's master, that is, Grandpa Jian, is very good to her, and Grandpa Bone in the sect, Uncle Ning, loves her very much. This also made Yan Que re-experience the long-lost family affection, and the defense in his heart slowly relaxed, and he began to treat the sect as his other home.

But what she misses the most is the figure who fished herself out of the dark abyss, the person she respects and admires the most, her master, Zeng Yi.

In the Seven Treasure Glazed Glass Sect, it has been a year. In the past year, even without the master by his side, Yan Que has always been strict with himself, and has been practicing the practice taught by the master every day. Although her martial soul is not a sword martial soul, practicing kendo has also made her spirit and state of mind have been qualitatively improved, not only in terms of physical fitness, but also in strength, and even in terms of cultivation speed, there has been a significant improvement.

After a year of cultivation, Yan Que has also changed from the original twelfth-level soul power to the current seventeenth-level soul power, and has increased the fourth-level soul power in a year. Not only that, but she won the top position in the sect, the ranking of the first-ring soul masters and the white soul list.

Now, her reputation is circulating in the sect, and they all say that she is a star of tomorrow, and she will definitely be famous in the entire soul master world in the future.

The breeze blew Yan Qi's childish-looking face, but her bright eyes revealed a maturity that did not belong to this age.

Yan Que placed the sword given to him by his master on his legs, and his little hand stroked the cold scabbard, feeling the sword intent and temperature in it, and his eyes flashed with longing.

"Master, what Yan Que has achieved so far has not disappointed your expectations, right?"

"Master, would you be happy if you knew Yan Que's current results?"

"Master, I miss you so much......"

Looking at the sword given to him by the master, Yan Que's eyes couldn't help but flush, and tears vaguely appeared in his eyes.

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

"What are you doing sitting here stupidly?"

This unprepared attack made Yan Que stunned, and just when she wanted to resist, a familiar voice came to her ears, and her body suddenly froze, like a lightning strike.

Yan Que couldn't believe her ears, this was her master's voice, this warm voice, she would never forget.

For a moment, Yan Que seemed to forget the palm that was ravaging his hair on the top of his head, and stood up from the stone bench, his body turning a little mechanically.

"Long time no see, little talker."

Yan Que looked at the person standing opposite him, and there was still that familiar smile on that familiar face, just like the sun, so bright and warm.

Yan Que couldn't help but feel that his nose was sore, and in his ruddy eyes, tears the size of beans were constantly rolling, as if they were about to fall in the next moment.

"Master!"

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

"Woo~ Wow——, Master, you're finally back...... Woo~"

"Wow~, what a ...... I really miss you, Master...... Woo~"

Zeng Yi watched Yan Que crying in his arms a little helplessly, but he didn't choose to comfort her, but let her hold herself and cry to vent the emotions in her heart.

It took two minutes for the howling and crying of the sparrow to turn into a choked voice.

"Finished crying?" Seeing that her crying stopped, Zeng Yi couldn't help but quip.

Yan Que loosened his master's waist with both hands, and lifted the head buried in his master's chest, his eyes were still red, and tears were rippling in them.

Hearing Zeng Yi's joke, a look of embarrassment appeared in Yan Qi's tearful eyes.

Seeing that Zeng Yi's chest had been wet with his own tears, Yan Que hurriedly said in that choked tone: "Hug ...... I'm sorry Master, but I stained your clothes. ”

Yan Que looked a little anxious, because of his embarrassment, he stained the master's clothes, and the tears in his eyes rolled, as if he wanted to cry again.

Seeing her like this, Zeng Yi felt a little funny, "It's been so long, and you still haven't gotten rid of this habit of crying." ”

Zeng Yi said, then squatted down, looked at Yan Que's teary-eyed face, and couldn't help but stretch out his palm and gently wipe away the tears hanging from the corners of her eyes.

"Tears are a good thing that can be washed away with bitterness and sorrow. Now that you're young enough to cry, let's cry a lot. However, when you grow up, you will find that there are still great sorrows in life that even tears cannot wash away, and there are unforgettable pains that make you cry even if you want to cry.

Therefore, really strong people, the more they want to cry, the louder they laugh, with pain and sorrow, even so, they have to carry them with them. ”

After speaking, Zeng Yi smiled and put his big hand on Yan Qi's little head, "Today, let's practice how to laugh." Now let's laugh and show Master. ”

"Hmm~" Yan Que nodded in a choked voice, wiped away his tears with his sleeve, and then grinned at his master and laughed.

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

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