Chapter 53 Sword Douluo VS Qian Daobai?! Qian Renxue sheds tears! Her identity is exposed!
"Very good."
Tang San stood up, his voice hoarse with excitement.
"Grandpa Jian will be here soon, let's go find him now," Ning Rongrong said.
Tang San nodded heavily.
A moment later, Shrek and his group arrived at a pre-arranged dense forest outside the city.
They didn't have to wait long before a slender, upright figure appeared silently in front of them.
The newcomer was dressed in white, with long eyebrows that reached his temples and a gaunt face. Although he was standing there, he gave people the illusion that he was one with the sharp blades between heaven and earth.
It was none other than the guardian Douluo of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School, Sword Dao Chenxin.
"Grandpa Sword!"
Upon seeing the person approaching, Ning Rongrong's reserve and pretense vanished, and she rushed towards him like a fledgling swallow returning to its nest.
She was already extremely beautiful, and her figure was even more curvaceous.
As she ran, her light blue dress fluttered in the wind, outlining the girl's slender waist and stunning curves.
Her long, straight legs were partially visible beneath her skirt, exuding youthful and alluring vitality.
"Long time no see."
A rare, gentle smile appeared on Sword Douluo's face as he reached out and gently patted Ning Rongrong's head.
"Rongrong."
His voice was gentle, full of the love of an elder for a younger generation.
"You didn't suffer any mistreatment while you were out there, did you?"
"No!" Ning Rongrong shook her head, then seemed to remember something, her eyes reddening slightly, "It's just... I miss you and Grandpa Bone."
Sword Douluo smiled and didn't say anything more.
Ning Rongrong exchanged a few pleasantries with Sword Douluo, then glanced at Tang San, who was silent to the side. Her eyes darted around, and she immediately nodded in understanding.
She tugged at Sword Douluo's sleeve and led him to the front of the crowd.
"Grandpa Jian, let me introduce you."
"This is Tang San, this is Zhu Zhuqing, and this is Dai Mubai..."
Ning Rongrong introduced each member of the Shrek Seven Devils to Sword Douluo.
Sword Douluo's gaze swept over everyone, and when it finally landed on Tang San, it lingered for a moment longer. He nodded slightly as a greeting.
"Grandpa Sword," Ning Rongrong said, seeing that the time was right, she immediately switched to a pitiful look, "Tang San's sister Xiao Wu has been kidnapped!"
"We weren't strong enough. Originally, Tang San's teachers were supposed to go and rescue Xiao Wu, but..."
At this point, Ning Rongrong's voice trembled with a sob, and her eyes filled with tears, making her look extremely heartbroken.
"But Tang San's teachers were also seriously injured... really, really badly injured..."
Sword Douluo's brows furrowed slightly.
"Grandpa Sword, can you help Tang San?"
Ning Rongrong raised her head and looked at Sword Douluo with an almost pleading gaze.
Please.
Seeing his little princess like this, how could Sword Douluo possibly refuse?
He sighed.
"All right."
He nodded, which was taken as an agreement.
"I can help find Xiaowu."
His gaze shifted to Tang San, and his tone became calm yet sharp.
"As for the person who hurt Rongrong, I will also let him know what happens when someone bullies Rongrong's friend."
Tang San felt a great weight lifted from his heart.
He immediately stepped forward, bowed deeply to Sword Douluo, his posture extremely humble, and his tone full of respect.
"Please, senior."
...
Deep within the Hall of Elders of the Spirit Hall.
Qian Renxue led Qian Daobai through checkpoint after checkpoint guarded by titled Douluo, finally arriving at a quiet courtyard.
This is where the Grand Master Qian Daoliu practices his daily cultivation and goes into seclusion.
Ancient trees tower in the courtyard, silent and still, with only an ancient stone hall standing quietly, as if it has existed here since time immemorial.
Qian Daobai stood with his hands behind his back, surveying the surrounding scenery with a natural expression, as if he were strolling through his own backyard.
Every blade of grass, every tree, every brick, and every tile exudes a sense of familiarity.
In contrast to him, Qian Renxue's heart was in her throat.
She was so nervous that her palms were sweating.
Seeing Qian Daobai's leisurely and extremely familiar demeanor, the little bit of hope she had just built up in her heart was ruthlessly shattered.
Familiarity with this place cannot be faked.
Could it be... that he really...?
Qian Renxue was in a daze, her mind a complete mess.
Her feet suddenly gave way, she lost her footing, and she fell forward uncontrollably.
"ah!"
She let out a soft gasp.
The expected pain did not come.
A strong hand caught her slender waist just in time, supporting her steadily.
A warm breath, accompanied by a faint fragrance of herbs and trees, enveloped her.
Qian Renxue, still shaken, looked up and met Qian Daobai's deep eyes.
"Are you alright?"
Qian Daobai's voice was calm and gentle, revealing no emotion, but his eyes showed a hint of concern.
The two locked eyes.
In that instant, Qian Renxue saw pure concern in his eyes, just like she had seen in Luoyun City before.
It is free of impurities and carries no other meaning.
Her heart warmed inexplicably.
The heart that had been pounding violently because of the mystery of his identity miraculously calmed down a little.
She gently shook her head to indicate that she was alright.
Once Qian Daobai saw that she had regained her footing, he released her hand. The whole process was natural and smooth, without any hesitation.
As the lingering warmth around her waist disappeared, a strange sense of loss inexplicably arose in Qian Renxue's heart.
She was startled by her own thought and quickly lowered her head, not daring to look the other person in the eye.
Qian Daobai did not notice her strange behavior. After letting go of her hand, he continued to walk deeper into the courtyard.
Qian Renxue took a deep breath, trying to sort out her chaotic thoughts, and forced herself to follow.
She needs to calm down.
She had to remain calm before seeing her grandfather.
As she walked through a corridor, her gaze was inadvertently drawn to a portrait hanging on the wall.
It was a portrait.
The man in the painting is dressed in white, with long hair like a waterfall, a handsome face, deep eyes, and a faint smile on his lips. He holds an ancient longsword and has an extraordinary temperament, like a banished immortal.
Qian Renxue's curiosity was piqued, and she subconsciously walked over.
But when she saw the face of the person in the painting, she was struck dumb and froze on the spot.
"They look so alike..."
Her eyes widened, her pupils contracted sharply, and she muttered unconsciously to herself.
The people in the painting and the thousand cypress trees beside them look exactly alike!
No, that's not right.
It cannot be said to resemble.
It should be said that it is the same person!
The only difference is that the person in the painting has a sharper and younger aura than the current Qian Daobai.
Boom!
Qian Renxue felt that her world had completely collapsed at this moment.
The last glimmer of hope was ruthlessly punctured by this portrait.
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