Chapter 773 Wooding's Residence
The past few years have definitely been troubled for Bran, or to be more precise, whether he admits it or not, since someone came to this world, it was like a big devil suddenly came, and then Bran began not to be very Settled down. .
Of course, it should be noted that these unrests are only in the north of Bran. For example, the attack from the Northern Wilderness, the rise of the gray army, the turmoil in the temple, etc. These major events that can be recorded in the annals of history have messed up the present, past, and future northern Bran.
However, this is basically limited to the north, because I don’t know whether it is due to regional differences. Although the south and the north are both Bran lands, they seem to be separated by a natural chasm. The South looks down on the chaos and poverty of the North, and the North looks down on the petty pettyism of the South.
From the perspective of the residents of the south, apart from satisfying their curiosity through newspapers, they have nothing to think about, such as the barbarians in the northern wilderness, bandits all over the place, the battle situation on the front line, etc.
Of course, not many residents in the south know about the predicament the temple is encountering in the north. Of course, this is also due to the temple’s strong blocking of information. But even if they knew about it, southern residents wouldn't be too shocked to think about it. After all, these are too far away from their lives...
As for the place that feels the most distant, it is undoubtedly the city of Brandu, which is always prosperous and peaceful!
In the morning, Brandu City.
More than ten miles outside of Dongcheng, there are rolling low hills, lush forests, and large tracts of green vegetation that are very eye-catching, sometimes mixed with lakes that look like the silver disk of the full moon. At first glance, it makes people feel relaxed and happy.
However, not everyone can appreciate this beautiful environment, because this is the hunting ground of King Bran's Court.
certainly. Not all. A little further south. An area with ordinary landforms separated by a silver belt mountain spring. It is a private territory, and even royal personnel are not allowed to enter without permission, because it is the residence of Bran Pillar, the strongest man in the world - the sword god Woodin!
As for why Lord Sword God doesn’t live in a luxurious palace in the city, he insists on choosing to live in this remote place...
I think it's because the teacher doesn't like the impetuous atmosphere there and being disturbed by those big shots who are full of calculations... Looking from a high distance, a middle-aged man with a slightly vicissitudes of face thought so. After a moment, he looked down at the bumpy and rugged path under his feet, shaking his head slightly. It's just that this road is really ugly. It’s also a bit difficult to walk…
As far as the eye can see, there is a large flat pasture of the Royal Hunting Ground. It is undoubtedly much easier to get there from there, whether you are walking or driving. But middle-aged people have not taken that road, and no one will take that road.
According to the established rules, I want to come to the residence of the Sword God. You must take this narrow path of more than ten miles from the city gate, which is either a rugged mountain road or a rocky staircase.
I don’t know if this is intentional, but driving on this small road is undoubtedly impossible. So if you don’t have a good physique, you want to go all the way to your destination, which is in front of the Sword God’s residence. It's really not easy, at least not for those fat-bellied congressmen and politicians. What magicians with weak constitutions can do.
As for flying directly from the air... Even a warrior magician with this ability would not choose to do this because it is disrespectful to the Lord Sword God. Although the Lord Sword God may not have any likes or dislikes about this behavior, there will always be someone who will teach him a lesson so that the other party knows how to write the word "rules"!
Walking and walking, at the very familiar pace of this vicissitudes of life, the rugged mountain road soon came to an end. At this time, an upright mottled stone appeared on the side of the road, with the words "Wooding's Little Residence" written on it.
The middle-aged man raised his eyebrows, looking at the crooked handwriting of a beginner, he couldn't help but sigh in his heart. Sure enough, after watching it for decades, I still find it annoying...
This is undoubtedly the handwriting of the sword god Wooding, and anyone who comes here will see it. However, except for a few people who disagreed, other people who didn't know why came here and looked at the handwriting. In the end, most of them sighed, "You are worthy of the Sword God. The handwriting is so special that ordinary people can't match it..." …
After passing this stubborn rock and stepping out of the mountain road, the scene in front of us suddenly became clear. Except for a few ordinary buildings surrounded by bamboo forests in the distance, there are large tracts of open space.
On both sides of the open space near the mountain road, there are many temporary buildings such as simple tents and simple dormitories, and there are also many people sitting cross-legged. There are men, women, and children, either lowering their heads in meditation, closing their eyes to practice, or communicating in low voices with hand gestures... It looks a bit messy, but they can hardly hear any sound, let alone making noises, for fear of disturbing someone. look like.
These people seem to have gathered together from all over the world. Perhaps the only thing they have in common is that they all have considerable strength, which can be seen from their external appearance.
However, when they saw this vicissitudes of life middle-aged man walking into the open space, everyone around him stood up straight and saluted from afar. The glances that came my way were filled with envy, gratitude, reverence, and so on.
This is inevitable, because they all know that this middle-aged man with a vicissitudes of life is the first disciple accepted by the Sword God Wooding, Haita!
Slowly walking towards the bamboo forest building, Haita nodded in return with a generous and gentle smile. Of course he knew why these people stayed here, and they clearly looked like they had lived here forever.
The teacher only accepted three disciples in his life, including himself. The number seemed to be very small, but it was no exaggeration to say that each of them had shocking strength. And more importantly, the three of them are not all talented people, nor are they all children of powerful people. What does this mean? This shows that everyone has the possibility to become the fourth disciple of Master Sword God!
With such an exciting motivation, naturally everyone flocks to it. And even if you can't become the teacher's disciple, staying here is extremely beneficial. Because the teacher's surname is gentle, whenever he has free time or gets interested, he will often go out of his residence to give lectures and answer questions without hesitation.
And Lord Sword God's advice is undoubtedly a rare piece of good advice for any warrior...
Thinking of these thoughts, Haita came to the bamboo forest building, stepped open the wooden door of his residence, turned around and nodded again to the people who had not yet sat down outside, gently closed the wooden door, and cut off countless admiring and burning eyes.
"Alas..." Holding the wooden door handle, Haita suddenly sighed, looking a little desolate.
Everyone in Bran worshiped the Sword God extremely and regarded him as a true god. He believes that as long as the Sword God is around, the Bran Empire will remain glorious forever. But little did they know that the mountain peaks would also weather and the Sword God would also grow old...
Thinking of this, Haita shook his head, looking slightly worried. Although as a disciple, it is really treasonous to presume that the Sword God is getting old. But precisely because he is a disciple, Haita knows the Sword God's physical condition better than anyone else. Teacher, he is indeed old... Teacher never hid this in front of their senior brothers, he just said it casually, but sometimes he looked at them with a faint look of expectation...
Of course Haita knew what the teacher was expecting. There was only one Sword God, but there were three disciples of the Sword God. Oh, it had become two now. And can they, like their teachers, stand upright and support Bran's glory?
Haita has no confidence in this. He knows his own abilities and his talent is really average. Although he has been taught by his teacher personally and is the first disciple accepted by his teacher, his strength is almost the lowest.
Although the junior brother's current strength is not as high as his own, with his talent, it won't take long for him to surpass him. But the younger brother’s surname... alas...
With a silent sigh, Haita turned around and walked inside to look for his teacher. Well, at this time, the teacher should be taking a nap and fishing in the backyard pond... Thinking of this, his expression still felt a little uncomfortable.
If, if Junior Brother Zuo Fan was still there, the teacher would not have any worries... It should be true. Junior Brother Zuo Fan was praised by the teacher as the person who most resembles him... At that time, he took back Junior Brother Zuo Fan's relic, the Golden Sword , the teacher is old again...sigh... )