The warrior Yu Xiaogang in Douluo

Chapter 93 This is the path to Hunyuan! (Happy National Day)

Zhu Zhuqing screamed in surprise, with a confused expression on his face.

Somewhat at a loss.

"Teacher, what's the matter?" she asked softly.

"I have some insights and need to retreat for a while." Yu Xiaogang said solemnly with a slightly excited expression.

Zhu Zhuqing was surprised, but after hearing Yu Xiaogang's words, she nodded.

Said there was no problem.

Seeing this, Yu Xiaogang nodded with satisfaction, turned around, left the room and went upstairs to read.

He has been fighting against powerful Titled Douluo players for several months.

Coupled with the accumulation since Douluo Continent, today I had another chaotic battle with Gu Rong. I felt very happy and gained a lot.

There is a faint hint of inspiration surrounding my mind. Yu Xiaogang felt that he had found the key to a breakthrough.

He decided to put aside other things for the time being and take the opportunity to retreat to capture that flash of insight.

Yu Xiaogang came to the study room of the villa and opened the door.

Sit quietly at the desk. Take out the book of the gem soul guide.

Start reading.

His eyes scanned the pages of dense text, thinking about how to improve his martial arts realm to a higher level.

downstairs.

Zhu Zhuqing watched the teacher's back disappear at the top of the stairs. The teacher is already so strong, and now he wants to break through again.

Ever since she started practicing with her teacher, she had never seen her teacher so solemn.

She shook her head slightly and put her thoughts away.

Then she turned to Ning Rongrong and said word by word: "Junior sister Rongrong, please don't worry, I will teach you well!!"

There was a hint of teasing and seriousness in his tone.

Ning Rongrong saw something on Zhu Zhuqing's face, showing a hint of nervousness. Weakly asked:

"Junior Sister Zhuqing. This martial arts practice..."

"Huh?" Zhu Zhuqing frowned slightly.

Ning Rongrong was stunned for a moment, then reacted immediately and said hesitantly.

"Senior Sister Zhuqing, are you tired from practicing martial arts?"

The physical training she had experienced at Shrek had become a bit too much for her.

"It's quite relaxing."

Zhu Zhuqing thought for a while and answered casually.

She enjoys it and wishes she could practice it all the time. Naturally, practicing martial arts is very easy for her.

When Ning Rongrong heard this, he immediately showed a look of surprise and said, "Really? That's great! I will also work hard and strive to reach your level as soon as possible."

She clenched her petite and exquisite fists and stared at Zhu Zhuqing with fighting spirit.

Zhu Zhuqing smiled and nodded, encouraging:

"It will definitely work."

Ning Rongrong didn't know what was waiting for her next.

The next day.

Yu Xiaogang spent the whole day in the villa study, reading books. The more he read, the more attracted he was by the history in the books.

Write down a sentence every now and then.

Keep thinking, recording and refining your ideas. Inspiration keeps coming like a fountain, as if he can understand the essence of everything.

There were stacks of straw paper on the table, densely filled with all kinds of fantastic ideas and theories.

He was immersed in the ocean of knowledge and forgot the passage of time.

It's like being possessed.

first day.

Zhu Zhuqing walked into the study room with light steps and looked at the books that were almost filling the teacher's body. He stared intently at the books in front of him, knowing that the teacher had something to say.

She stared at the teacher quietly without disturbing him.

Bring him a pot of tea.

Quietly exit the room.

the next day.

When Zhu Zhuqing walked into the study room, the floor was filled with neat books. The teacher was already submerged in them, and there was almost no place to stay.

She turned around and silently exited the room.

Day three.

Yu Xiaogang stayed in the study all day and night, immersed in his own world.

No food, no drink, no sleep or rest.

tenth day.

Yu Xiaogang has read all the contents in the book, as if traveling through time and space to see the heroes of the ages, the years and the vicissitudes of life.

He felt that he was in the flow of history.

I saw the figures fighting bravely for the ethnic group, and heard the fighting cries of fighting for the ethnic group. A heroic sacrifice to protect the righteousness.

These sounds and figures deeply touched his soul and stirred his blood.

Courage, perseverance, faith.

The weight of history and the brevity of life.

He had a vague realization.

But his mind seemed to be blank. There is a film covering the mind.

Barriers bound him.

Yu Xiaogang waved his pen and wrote a big word on the desk, staring at the word silently.

I saw the path I had traveled and the confusion and confusion in my heart.

He felt as if he was trapped in this ocean of knowledge.

Can't find exit.

At this moment, an old and kind voice sounded in his ears.

"Why practice martial arts."

Wuji Gate.

The world is deserted. Nine out of ten rooms are empty.

In front of the lobby, an old man with white beard stood with his hands behind his hands. The child in front of him was dressed in tatters and his face was thin.

But the eyes are as bright as the stars

The old man stared into the child's eyes with a kind look on his face. Then he gently waved the children forward.

"Why do you practice martial arts?" he asked.

"To have food to eat!" The thin child knelt on the ground and kowtowed heavily. replied firmly.

"good."

Ten years later.

Wujimen lobby.

The thin child in tattered clothes has grown up and is now a handsome and energetic young man.

He was wearing clean training clothes. Standing in the center of the Wuji Gate lobby, his eyes were firmly staring ahead.

He has been practicing diligently every day for ten years, and now he has achieved a little success and is already the second-highest person in the sect.

The white-bearded old man in the hall stood with his hands behind his back.

<divclass="contentadv">"Why do you practice martial arts?" he asked.

"Become the youngest grandmaster!" The young man answered confidently with his hands clasped in his fists and his eyes bright.

Hearing this, the old man's eyes became profound, as if he had seen the young man's future.

"Haha, good." He laughed.

Another ten years.

Countries are falling into melee, guns are rising, and martial arts are gradually declining.

Wujimen lobby.

The white-bearded old man was sitting in the hall. His body was not as good as before, but his eyes were still sharp and deep, as if he could see through everything in the world.

And when the boy became a young man, he had already become a master, the new head of the Wuji Sect.

Fight against invincible opponents all over the world.

It's called: Invincible Divine Fist.

But today, the young man's face was covered with dust, his fists were clenched, and he seemed to have experienced many hardships and hardships, with unconcealable sadness in his eyes.

No longer as high-spirited as when he was a teenager, he suddenly knelt down in front of the old man:

"Master, I."

"No need to say more, I already know." The old man raised his head and interrupted, with a hint of sigh in his voice.

"Now, why do you practice martial arts?" He suddenly asked.

"." The young man was silent.

"Master, once the guns came out, did martial arts really decline?"

After a while, the young man asked with a gloomy look. There was a hint of sadness and helplessness in his tone.

The old man was silent and suddenly asked in a deep voice.

"Why practice martial arts!!"

The young man was silent. After a moment, he slowly released his clenched hands, and a trace of dust in his palms dispersed with the wind.

He solemnly replied:

"To survive!"

The old man was filled with relief. He slowly reached out and brushed the dust off the young man's face, as if wiping away his sadness and confusion.

"Great kindness."

Fifteen days later, the old man passed away.

Another ten years.

The mountains and rivers are broken.

Wuji Gate.

The once glorious Wuji Gate no longer exists, leaving only ruins and endless desolation.

Weeds and trees grow among the ruins, as if telling that the prosperity and glory of the past have passed.

Only the occasional flying birds and wild beasts would break the dead silence and bring a glimmer of life.

now.

A lone figure lingers in the ruins.

The middle-aged man knelt down in the ruins and bowed heavily towards the sect.

"Master." He called softly.

He raised his head and suddenly saw an old man sitting not far away, watching him quietly.

Turning his head again, he saw the girl standing under the shade of a tree not far away, with a clear smile on her face and the corners of her mouth moving slightly as if she was saying something.

"Sister."

An indescribable feeling of loneliness arose in the middle-aged man's heart, and tears rolled down his cheeks unconsciously.

However, when he looked back again, he only saw an empty ruins, leaving endless loss and sadness.

He suddenly shouted loudly:

"Today. I want to tell them with my fist! What is the truth!!"

The sound echoed in the ruins and lingered for a long time.

Done.

The middle-aged man bowed again.

He stood up and turned back down the mountain without hesitation.

The setting sun on the horizon reflected on him, outlining his silhouette. He walked slowly through the ruins and walked into the distance step by step

The back is desolate and decisive.

As if there was a feeling in the dark, the old man's kind and kind voice could be heard vaguely in the void.

"good."

Thirty days later.

The middle-aged man died in battle.

Countless experiences, countless people and things intertwined in Yu Xiaogang's mind.

When he was just born, the cries that shook the world were mixed with the noisy calls of the people around him.

His parents died when he was a child, there was famine in the world, and corpses littered the fields. He lived on weeds and bark, and struggled for survival every day.

Fortunately, I met my mentor, studied and practiced martial arts.

Practice diligently, young master.

Recalling the hardships and tribulations he has experienced, those beautiful memories that will never fade away, support him in struggling forward in the darkness.

He could no longer remember the girl's appearance, only vaguely. I couldn't hear her voice clearly, it was vague or absent.

Only those gentle and bright eyes will be forever engraved and shining in the depths of memory.

His life.

boom!

A bright golden light suddenly bloomed in his mind, illuminating Yu Xiaogang's entire world.

He felt an unprecedented sense of relaxation and joy, and his mind was cleansed, as if everything had disappeared.

Finally realized the true meaning of life.

A few moments.

The bright golden aura gradually dissipated.

When he opened his eyes again, he found that he had returned to reality. Books and papyrus were piled around.

He sat quietly in it.

He was holding the piece of papyrus in his hand, with only one big word written on it.

Wu!

Husband, the truth of all things is nothing but my heart.

"This way. It's called: Hunyuan!"

ps: The current state of the protagonist.

Yu Xiaogang.

The original martial soul is a seventy-ninth level soul saint.

Talents: Dragon Power, Power Control. [With coercion and gravity, the existence under the Soul Saint can be crushed to death. 】

Normal attacks: Mighty Heavenly Dragon, Golden Holy Dragon. [With one wave of your hand, you can shoot out a giant golden dragon. Depending on your soul power, the titled Douluo will die with the next move. 】

Wuji's ultimate skill: Wuji Jingmang Sword, Wuji Heaven-shaking Seal, and the third one is yet to be decided?

Martial arts realm: Unruly, Grandmaster, Martial Saint, Golden Body, Dharma Appearance, Hunyuan [Comprehensive understanding of the path but no breakthrough, soul ring not purified. 】.

Invincible to demigods.