The past few years have definitely been eventful for Bran, or more accurately, whether you admit it or not, since someone came to this world, it was like a big demon king who suddenly came, and then Bran began to be not very stable.

Of course, it should be noted that these instability are only in the north of Bran. For example, the attack of the Northern Wilderness, the rise of the Gray Army, the turmoil in the Temple, etc., these major events that are enough to go down in history will make a mess of the present, past, and future northern Bran.

However, this is basically limited to the north, because I don't know if it is because of regional differences, although the south and the north are both Bran territory, but there seems to be a moat in between. The South looks down on the chaos and poverty of the North, and the North looks down on the small family spirit of the South.

In the eyes of the residents of the south, there are no other thoughts about the northern barbarians, bandits everywhere, the front-line battle situation, etc., except for a little satisfaction with the newspaper.

Of course, the predicament of the temple in the north now, naturally not many people in the south will know about it. Of course, this is also due to the strong blockade of news by the temple. But even if they knew, the residents of the south would not be much shocked to think about it. After all, these are too far from their lives......

And if you want to say that the most distant place feels, it is undoubtedly the perennial rich and peaceful Brandu City!

In the morning, the city of Brando.

More than ten miles outside the outskirts of Dongcheng, rolling low hills, lush forests, large areas of extremely eye-catching green vegetation, and occasionally interspersed with lakes that look like full moon silver plates. At first glance, it makes people feel refreshed.

However, this beautiful environment is not something that everyone can appreciate, as this is the hunting ground of the Bran court.

Of course. Not all at all. In a slightly southerly direction. An ordinary area of the landscape separated by a silver-belted mountain spring. It was a private territory, and even royal officials were not allowed to trespass, because it was the home of the Bran Pillar, the strongest sword god in the world, Wooding!

As for why Lord Sword God didn't live in a luxurious palace in the city, he had to choose to live in this remote place......

I guess it's because the teacher doesn't like the impetuous atmosphere there, and he is disturbed by the big people who are full of calculations...... Looking from a high distance, a middle-aged man with a slightly vicissitudes of life thought so. After a moment, he looked down at the rugged path with potholes under his feet, and couldn't help but shake his head slightly. It's just that this road is too ugly. It's also a little hard to walk......

There was a large flat meadow of the royal hunting ground as far as the eye could see, and it was undoubtedly much easier to get from there, either on foot or by car. But middle-aged people didn't go that way, and no one would go that way.

The convention is that I want to come to the abode of the sword god. You have to take this narrow road that is more than ten miles away from the city gate, either a rugged mountain road or a stone and rock staircase.

I don't know if it's intentional or not, driving on this trail is undoubtedly impossible. So if you don't have a good physique, you want to go all the way to the destination, that is, in front of the sword god's residence. It's really not easy, at least not the big-bellied parliamentarian politicians. What a weak magician can do.

As for flying directly from the air...... Even a martial arts mage with this ability would not choose to do so, because it would be disrespectful to the sword god. Although the Sword God may not have any likes and dislikes about this behavior, there will always be someone who will teach a lesson on his behalf, so that the other party knows how to write the word rules!

Row after line, under the pace of this vicissitudes of middle-aged people who are extremely familiar, the rugged mountain road will soon come to an end. At this time, an erected mottled stone appeared on the side of the road, and it was written 'Wooding's Little House'.

The middle-aged man raised his eyebrows, looking at the crooked handwriting that looked like a beginner's child, and couldn't help but sigh lightly in his heart. Sure enough, after watching it for decades, I still feel that it is an eyesore......

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 will disagree, other people who don't know why come here, look left and right at this handwriting, and in the end, most of them will sigh with emotion, worthy of the sword god, the words are written so specially, ordinary people are hard to reach......

After passing this stubborn rock and stepping out of the mountain road, the vision suddenly opens up. Except for the few ordinary buildings surrounded by bamboo forests in the distance, there are large open spaces.

On both sides of the open space near the mountain road, there are many makeshift buildings such as simple tents and simple squatters, and there are also many people sitting cross-legged. There are men, women, and children, who either bow their heads in contemplation, or close their eyes to practice, or gesture and whisper to communicate...... It looks a little messy, but it's barely audible, let alone noisy, lest it disturb anything.

These people who seem to gather from all over the world may have the only thing in common is that they all have not weak strength, which can be seen from the external image.

However, when he saw the vicissitudes of life and the middle-aged man walked into the clearing, everyone around him stood up and saluted from afar. The gaze that came over, envy, gratitude, reverence, and so on.

This is also inevitable, because they all know that this middle-aged man with a vicissitudes of face is the first disciple of the sword god Wu Ding, Haita!

Walking slowly towards the bamboo forest building, Haita nodded left and right in return, with a generous and gentle smile on his face. Of course he knew why these people were here, and it was obvious that he had been living here for a long time.

The teacher only accepts three disciples in his life, including himself, which seems to be a very small number, but it is not an exaggeration to say that each of them has the strength of the world. And more importantly, not all three of them are gifted, nor are they all children of powerful people. What does this mean? This shows that everyone has the possibility of becoming the fourth disciple of the Sword God Teacher!

With such a moving power, it is natural that everyone flocks to it. And even if you can't become a disciple of the teacher, it's extremely beneficial to stay here. Because the teacher has a gentle temperament, whenever he has leisure or is in the mood, he will often go out of his residence to give a lecture on martial arts, and answer questions without hesitation.

And the guidance of the Sword God is undoubtedly a rare golden and jade good word for any martial artist......

Thinking of these thoughts, Haita came to the bamboo forest building, pushed open the wooden door of the residence, turned around and nodded to the people who had not yet sat down outside, and gently closed the wooden door, cutting off the burning gaze of countless worship.

"Alas......" Holding on to the wooden door handle, Haita suddenly sighed, his expression a little gloomy.

All of Bran worshipped the sword god as if he were a true god. It is believed that as long as the sword god is there, the glory of the Bran Empire will last forever. But how did they know that the mountain peaks would also be weathered, and the sword god would also grow old......

Thinking of this, Haita shook his head, his expression faintly worried. Although as a disciple, vainly guessing that the sword god is getting old, it is really a bit rebellious. But it was precisely because he was a disciple that Haita knew the physical condition of the Sword God better than everyone else. Teacher, it's really old...... The teacher never shy away from saying this in front of their brothers and sisters, and said it casually, but sometimes there was a faint expectation in their eyes......

Of course, Haita knew what the teacher was looking forward to, there was only one Sword God, but there were three disciples of the Sword God, oh, now it has become two. And can they be like the teacher, standing up to the sky and the earth, and supporting Bran's glory?

Haita didn't have confidence in this, he knew his ability, his talent was really ordinary, although he was taught by the teacher, and he was also the first disciple of the teacher, but his strength was almost the lowest one.

Although the little junior brother's current strength is not as high as his own, with his talent, it won't take long for him to surpass himself. But the character of the little junior brother ...... Alas......

Sighing silently, Haita turned and stepped inside, looking for the teacher. Well, at this time, the teacher should nap and fish in the backyard pond...... Thinking like this, his expression is still a little unbelievable.

If, if Senior Brother Zuofan is still here, the teacher must not have any worries...... It should be, Senior Brother Zuo Fan is the person who is most like him by the teacher...... At that time, he took back the golden sword, the relic of Zuofan's junior brother, but the teacher was old again...... Alas...... (To be continued......)