In recent years, Bran can definitely be called a turbulent time, or to be more precise, whether it is admitted or not, since someone came to this world, he is like a sudden arrival of the great devil, and then Bran has begun to become less stable.

Of course, it should be noted that these unstables are only in the north of Bran. For example, the attack on the Northern Wilderness, the rise of the gray-clothed army, the turmoil of the temple, etc. These major events that are enough to be recorded in history will make the present, past, and future Bran North a mess.

However, this is basically limited to the north, because it is not known whether it is due to regional differences. Although the south and the north are both Bran territory, there seems to be a natural barrier between them. The south looks down on the chaos and poverty in the north, and the north looks down on the small family in the south.

In the eyes of southern residents, there are no other thoughts about the barbarians in the northern desert, bandits everywhere, front-line battle situations, etc. except for using newspapers to slightly satisfy their curiosity.

Of course, the dilemma of the temple in the north is naturally not many people in the south who are in the south. Of course, there are also reasons for the strong blockade of the temple. However, even if you know it, the residents in the south will not be very shocked. After all, these are too far away from their lives...

And if you want to say the place that feels the most distant, it is undoubtedly the capital of Bran, which is rich and peaceful all year round!

In the morning, Brandu.

More than ten miles outside the outskirts of Dongcheng, there are rolling low hills, lush lush forests, and large areas of extremely pleasing green field vegetation, and sometimes there are lakes that look like silver plates of full moons. At first glance, it makes people feel refreshed.

However, this beautiful environment is not something that everyone can appreciate, because it is the hunting ground of Branwangting.

Of course, not all of them. In a slightly southward direction, a silver spring separated by an ordinary landform. It is a private territory, and even royal personnel are not allowed to enter, because it is the home of Bran's pillar, the world's most powerful man, the sword god Wuding!

As for why Lord Sword God doesn't live in a luxurious palace in the city, he insists on living in this remote place...

I think it was because the teacher didn't like the impetuous atmosphere there and was disturbed by those big figures who were full of calculating thoughts... Looking from a high place, 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 and couldn't help but shake his head slightly. But this road was too ugly and a little difficult to walk...

The distance between us is the large flat grassland of the Royal Hunting Ground. From there, it is undoubtedly much easier to come by whether you are not walking or driving. However, middle-aged people did not take that road, and no one would take that road.

With the conventional rules, if you want to come to the residence of the Sword God, you must walk on this narrow path that comes out of the city gate, either a rugged mountain road or a stone staircase of more than ten miles.

I don’t know if it was intentional, but driving on this path is undoubtedly impossible. So if you don’t have a good physique, it is really not easy to walk all the way to your destination, that is, in front of the Sword God’s residence, at least not what those MPs and politicians with big belly can do.

As for flying directly from the air... even a warrior magician with this ability would not choose to do this, because this is disrespect for Lord Sword God. Although Lord Sword God may not have any likes and dislikes about this behavior, there will always be someone who will teach you a lesson on behalf of others so that the other party knows how to write the word "rules"!

After walking, we walked one after another. Under the extremely familiar steps of middle-aged people, the rugged mountain road soon came to an end. At this time, a mottled stone erected on the side of the road, with the words "Wu Ding Xiaoju".

The middle-aged man raised his eyebrows, and looked at the handwriting that looked crooked like a beginner child, and couldn't help but sigh in his heart. Sure enough, after reading it for decades, he still felt annoying...

This is undoubtedly the handwritten handwritten by the sword god Wu Ding. Anyone who comes here will see it. However, except for a few people who don’t agree, other people who don’t know the truth will come here and look at the handwriting. In the end, most of them will sigh, "It’s worthy of being the Lord Sword God, and the words are so special that it’s hard for ordinary people to reach..."

After passing this stubborn stone and stepping out of the mountain road, the scene in front of you suddenly became clear. In addition to 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 temporary buildings such as simple tents, simple wardrobes, etc., and there are also many people sitting cross-legged. Men, women, young and old, either bowing their heads to ponder, closing their eyes to practice, or gesture and whispering... It looks a bit messy, but there is almost no sound, let alone noise, fearing that it will disturb something.

The only thing these people gathered from all over the world, perhaps the only thing in common is that they all have strong strength, which can be seen from their external image.

However, when I saw this middle-aged man walking into the open space, everyone around me stood up and saluted from afar. I could see the eyes, envy, gratitude, respect, etc.

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

He walked slowly towards the bamboo forest building, Haita nodded left and right and returned his greeting, showing a generous and gentle smile on his face. Of course, he knew why these people were staying here, and they looked like they had lived here for a long time.

The teacher only accepts three disciples, including himself, in his life. It seems that the number is very small, but it is no exaggeration to say that everyone has amazing strength. And more importantly, the three of them are not all talented people, nor are they all powerful children. What does this mean? This shows that everyone has the possibility of becoming the fourth disciple of the Sword God Teacher!

With such a breathtaking motivation, everyone naturally flocks to it. And even if you can't become a teacher's disciple, it is extremely beneficial to stay here. Because the teacher is gentle, every time he has free time or when he gets interested, he often goes out of his residence to start the ceremony and answers questions without hesitation.

The guidance of Lord Sword God is undoubtedly a rare golden and jade-like advice for any warrior...

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 sat down outside, gently covered the wooden door, and cut off countless worshipful and scorching gazes.

"Oh..." Holding the wooden door handle, Haita suddenly sighed, his expression a little desolate.

Everyone in Bran worships the Sword God very much and worships them as true gods. They believe that as long as the Sword God is there, the Bran Empire will be glorious forever. But they don’t know that the mountains will be weathered and the Sword God will grow old...

Thinking of this, Haita shook his head, with a slight worry expression. Although he was a disciple, he guessed that the Sword God was getting old, which was a bit ruthless. But because it was the disciple, Haita knew the Sword God's physical condition more than everyone else. The teacher was indeed old... The teacher never kept saying this in front of their brothers, and said casually, but sometimes he looked at them with a vague expectation...

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. Can they stand up like the teacher and support Bran's glory?

Haita did not have confidence in this. He knew his abilities and his talent was really ordinary. Although he received the teacher's teachings and was the first disciple he received, his strength was almost the lowest.

Although the younger brother's current strength is not as high as himself, with his talent, he will definitely surpass him in no time. But the younger brother's personality...ah...

Silently sighed, Haita turned around and stepped inside to look for the teacher. Well, at this time, the teacher should be napping in the backyard pond and fishing... Thinking of this, his expression still didn't belong.
Chapter completed!