Ronin from Douluo

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Two boys and girls walked in, making the already small shop seem a bit crowded.

"Hey~, there's someone here. Hello!" The girl in pink clothes met Zeng Yi and greeted him in a friendly manner.

"Hello."

Surprisingly, people greeted him, and Zeng Yi responded and nodded in response.

The young man in blue also said hello to Zeng Yi.

"Wow~, is this your cat? It's so cute!" the girl said when she saw Xiao Ju sitting on Zeng Yi's shoulders.

"Um."

"Can you give me a hug?" the girl asked Zeng Yi very familiarly.

"Xiao Wu, don't cause trouble to others." The young man reminded the girl, and then said sorry to Zeng Yi.

"I'm sorry, my sister is a little out of character and offended me."

"Uh...it's nothing." Zeng Yi replied. This young man was very polite, which made Zeng Yi feel good about him.

However, this man calls his sister Xiao Wu. Xiao Wu? Is she the heroine in Douluo? Then this young man is Tang San?

Zeng Yi couldn't help but think about it.

Then I remembered that I seemed to have read this plot in a book.

His eyes couldn't help but glance at the boss lying on the couch.

Could this person be the principal of their college?

Holy shit! I actually met the legendary protagonist! So what should I do now? Do I want him to sign an autograph?

Now, Zeng Yi felt a little excited in his heart. The protagonist in the novel he read before appeared in front of him. This feeling was a bit illusory.

However, Zeng Yi did not show the excitement in his heart.

"I just want to pet the cat. Others haven't said anything yet. Brother, why do you care so much?" Xiao Wu complained to Tang San unhappily, and then came closer to Zeng Yi, with those cute eyes.

His big eyes looked at Zeng Yi with strong expectation.

"Is that okay? Let me hug the cat, okay? Just for a moment."

"Uh...it depends on what Xiao Ju wants." Xiao Wu suddenly appeared in front of him, and when he smelled the faint fragrance, Zeng Yi couldn't help but take a step back and said with some embarrassment.

"So it's called Xiaoju!"

Hearing what Zeng Yi said, Xiao Wu smiled happily, looked at Xiao Ju on his shoulder, and said to her: "Xiao Ju, can you let me give you a hug?"

"Meow~"

"Wow~, it said it agreed."

Xiao Wu screamed happily and reached out to hug Xiao Ju.

This made Zeng Yi a little speechless. He said it as if you could understand Xiao Ju's words. And Xiao Ju, can a woman hug you?

"I'm sorry, my sister has always been like this, which makes people very helpless." Looking at Xiao Wu who was playing with Xiao Ju, Tang San said helplessly to Zeng Yi.

"It's okay, I don't care." Zeng Yi said with a smile.

"Tang San."

"Zeng Yi."

"Are you a swordsman?" Tang San asked. As soon as he entered the shop, Tang San noticed this man. His clothes caught his attention. He wore a green shirt and a sword. His aura was restrained, but he gave people a sharp look.

The feeling reminded Tang San of his original world, a profession called swordsman.

"Yes."

When asked by Tang San, Zeng Yi responded calmly.

Sure enough, Tang San thought to himself.

After the two exchanged a few words, Tang San began to look at the things in the store, and Zeng Yi also took down the bamboo flute hanging on the wall and looked at it. This bamboo flute was about two feet long, brown in color, and

There are also some exquisite patterns carved on the surface of the pipe. This flute has six small holes, making it a very traditional six-hole flute.

Zeng Yi gently stroked the bamboo flute with his hand, looking dazed, with heavy thoughts in his eyes, revealing sadness.

"Old girl! Your brother and I have just learned a piece of music played on the flute. How about your brother and me evaluating it?"

"Oh! You can also play the flute!"

"Go away! You are serious, do you want to listen?"

"Listen! Why don't you listen?"

"Then I'll start."

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"Wow, that's pretty good!"

"Haha, that's right, don't even look at who your brother is?"

"I didn't expect that besides playing games, you would also learn flute?"

"Haha, there must be some artistic embellishment in life!"

"Are you doing this just to flirt with girls? Do you have a girlfriend?"

"Uh...can you please stop talking about this?"

Dad! Mom! And little sister! You are like this now, I miss you so much!

Recalling the scene in his mind, Zeng Yi's eyes were a little moist. He could hardly remember the appearance of his relatives.

It’s been more than ten years!

"Brother Zeng, are you okay?" Tang San noticed something was wrong with Zeng Yi now, so he asked aloud.

After being reminded by Tang San, Zeng Yi also noticed that he had lost his composure.

"I'm sorry, seeing this bamboo flute reminds me of the past, and some of my temperament is revealed." Zeng Yi smiled at Tang San, but Tang San felt that the smile was forced and contained endless sadness.

It seems that he is also a man with a story.

Tang San sighed silently in his heart.

Zeng Yi took the flute, turned around and asked his boss, who was still lying there asleep, "Boss, how much does this bamboo flute cost?"

"Ten thousand gold soul coins."

Hearing Zeng Yi's voice, the lying boss spoke slowly, with a deep, magnetic voice.

"Ten thousand! Are you crazy about money?"

After hearing the price, the three people in the store were stunned. Just as Zeng Yi was about to speak, an angry voice sounded before him, and it was Xiao Wu's voice.

"I'm telling you, boss, your price is just ridiculous! If you don't want to sell, just say so." Zeng Yi also said angrily. He knew that the principal was quite greedy for money, but you only asked for 10,000 gold soul coins.

It's too much.

"This price is indeed unreasonable." Tang San also said.

"No! That's the price."

The magnetic voice sounded again, and the boss opened his eyelids and looked directly at Zeng Yi. His sharp eyes made Zeng Yi feel as if he was being stared at by a fierce bird, making him stand on end.

"It's just 10,000 gold soul coins. If you can give it, take it! Or..." The boss spoke slowly, and then paused.

"Or what?"

Are there any conditions?

After hearing what he said, Zeng Yi felt a little hopeful and asked him.

"If you can use this flute to play a piece that satisfies me, I will give it to you directly." The boss said again, then he stopped looking at Zeng Yi, closed his eyes again, and lay down with a comfortable expression on his face.

"Play a tune?"

This condition surprised Zeng Yi, who had not expected it.

When Xiao Wu heard this request, she immediately became excited and looked at Zeng Yi who was dazed with the bamboo flute, "Brother, can you play the music?"

"Since Brother Zeng wants to buy this bamboo flute, he must know how to play music." Tang San looked at Zeng Yi and said, he was also very interested in hearing Zeng Yi play a piece of music.

"I know how to sing a song."

Zeng Yi looked at the bamboo flute in his hand and said lightly.

"Then hurry up and show it to this profiteer. I also want to hear what the sound of the flute feels like." Xiao Wu quickly urged.

"Haha, I haven't played for a long time, maybe I'm a little raw." Zeng Yi said lightly, walked to a wall with the bamboo flute, leaned against the wall, raised the flute with both hands, and started playing.

After a while, the sound of the flute came from the bamboo flute. The sound of the flute was slightly low, sometimes solemn, sometimes gentle, echoing in the shop. It was long and continuous, and the music was ethereal, but it revealed a sense of loneliness, which made people feel sad.

The song played by Zeng Yi was exactly the same one played by Yuriaso. It was called "Deer's Far Sound". The original meaning of the song was that male and female deer made their deer calls to express their love for each other, but the sound sounded strange.

The feeling of desolation and loneliness.

The music combined with Zeng Yi's own sad and lonely thoughts, and this sad feeling of loneliness permeated the entire store, making them all moved and infected with this sad mood.

The wind also came with it, slowly rotating around Zeng Yi's body, and his clothes and long hair also swayed with it.

This wind is a lonely wind, carrying a strong sense of sadness.

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