"Senior Brother!"

Just as the sea tower was not in mind, I suddenly shouted in surprise. A handsome young man with thin eyebrows and thin lips suddenly jumped out of the side, with a slightly excited expression, "Haha, it's true that you are senior brother, you haven't been here for two months. How about it, has something new happening outside recently... Alas, I'm in trouble. I'm stuck here for many years and cannot go down the mountain. I don't know what the teacher is thinking. It's very boring here..."

Hearing this, Haita frowned slightly and interrupted, "Junior brother! Don't you understand the teacher's painstaking efforts until now? The teacher asked you to stay here not to sleep with you, but to make you..."

He waved his hands repeatedly, "Senior Brother, you are here again... I understand, I understand. I am impetuous. I am staying here to cultivate myself and consolidate my cultivation... Why do you become like a master..." He curled his lips and said disapprovingly.

"You..." Haita, who was dull by nature and was not good at speaking, was robbed of this. He opened his mouth, not knowing what to say. In the end, he could only look at the wealthy family, with a talented and last disciple, Wen Silin, who was accepted by the teacher, shook his head slightly and changed the topic, "The teacher is in the pond behind?"

"kindness."

"Then I'll go first." He nodded a little, and Haita continued to walk backwards. At the same time, he couldn't help but sigh. Among the three brothers, Wen Silin's martial arts talent was the highest, but this junior brother was good at all, but he was too tempted and had to be sharpened...

"Oh..." He responded listlessly. Wen Silin stood there and hesitated. He knew that Senior Brother Haita would definitely bring some fresh news outside. But if he went to listen, he might be criticized by his master's personality, so he was very entangled. In the end, he still couldn't stop his curiosity in his heart with one blow. He chased after him, "Senior Brother, wait, I'll go with you..."

...

In the courtyard behind, there is a pond of clear water among the bamboo forest. After the arrival of Haita and Wen Silin, they saw a figure sitting on a straw mat under the sparse shadows of green bamboos on the right side of the pond.

This is a thin old man, a little hunched and wearing a blue shirt. He looks no different from an ordinary farmer. He must be old and has no physical strength. So now he has picked up the fun things he wanted to do but had no time to do, such as flowers, fishing, etc.

He was fishing now, but perhaps because the breeze in the forest was too comfortable, his old eyes had narrowed slightly and slowly napping. It was hard to believe that even if a fish was caught, he could pull the rod in time.

But the fact is that if someone says that the old man raised the green bamboo fishing rod in his hand and gave it lightly, he could instantly destroy the Bran Palace more than ten miles away, no one would question it. Because this old man, who is both ordinary and seemingly inadequate, is the recognized strongest man in the Xize Continent - Wu Ding, the Bran Sword God!

"Teacher." He walked over gently, and Haita and Winsling saluted respectfully outside the table.

Wu Ding, a blue-robed woman, slowly opened her eyes. There was no such thing as a terrifying divine light as a sword blade unsheathed, but just a normal turbid old eyes. Oh, and there was a gentle smile, and she waved her hand casually, and her tone was calm: "The sea tower is here. Sit down."

"Yes." He nodded, and Haita and his two sides occupied the sides of the straw mat and sat upright opposite the teacher. Wenslin was the youngest among them, so he naturally picked up the pottery pot kettle and tea cups on the side and poured the tea. Haita looked at the empty straw mat and smiled: "It seems that the teacher has not gained anything today."

"Yes, I have been fishing for so many years. I think all the fish here know me, but I just don't take the hook." Putting down the green bamboo fishing rod, Wu Ding stroked his palm, and his expression was a little disappointed and helpless, like a naughty boy.

Wen Silin, who was standing beside him, pulled the corner of his mouth slightly and handed the teacup, feeling very disapproving. Originally, Teacher, your fishing rod has neither bait nor hook, so how could he catch fish? He reminded him that he didn't understand, it was not completely useless...

Taking a sip of the light green tea, Wu Ding seemed to have thought of something and asked casually: "How about it, is the teaching of the princes still going smoothly?"

After all, Bran's Sword God is Bran's Sword God. Even though my heart may not be willing to deal with the royal power of the Wang Ting, it is destined that this is not entirely possible, such as strength, influence and other factors.

Of course, with the status of the Sword God Wuding, no one dares to say anything, let alone force it. But the same is true. Since we are already in the world, some things are naturally hard to get rid of. Therefore, Haita, the largest disciple of the Sword God, has another identity, that is, to be the teacher of the princes of Bran.

It may not be about teaching martial arts. In fact, as Bran's prince, he is likely to become Bran's next king. Martial arts are not important to them. What is important is that there is this relationship, and the relationship between the Sword God and the Wang Ting is what everyone pays attention to.

"Smooth." Haita nodded, with a calm expression, but the words he said were not so dull. "The eldest prince is still heroic and strong, domineering, and has a strong sense of martial arts. The second prince is gentle and humble, and has the closest relationship with me, so he should have the desire to win over..."

The straightforward tone soon told the character characteristics of the princes. "Haha, people in the world say that my eldest disciple is gentle and a good person. I don't want to say that people behind my back now is really surprising and puzzling..."

"Teacher..." Haita looked at Wu Ding with a playful smile on his face, shook his head helplessly, knowing that the teacher was a naughty boy's character and had committed another crime.

As I said just now, maybe the sword god Wu Ding had no intention of inquire about the imperial power, but how could Wang Ting not care about his opinion? So if it is really time to choose to succeed the king, Wu Ding always has to say something, whether he wants it or not. The source of these views is naturally from the Haita.

In this regard, Haita is actually a shield launched by Woodin. However, if the master has something to do, it is normal for the disciple to submit to his work.

Of course, these evaluations about the prince are just routine talks at the moment, and it is impossible to make any decisions. After ignoring the teacher's teasing, Haita frowned and continued: "Teacher, the current situation has been a little turbulent recently."

"Oh? Tell me." Wu Ding's tone was still plain, as if he was talking about what to eat at noon. In fact, it was almost the same. In the eyes of this old man who has been at the peak of the world for more than a hundred years, things in the world are like clouds, and you can really take it lightly.

"First of all, there is news from the front line that the troops of the northern wilderness are frequently mobilized, and there seems to be a big battle this winter!"

"Hey, did you beat those barbarians so much that they didn't hurt enough last year?" As soon as he finished speaking, Winsling, who was beside him, raised his eyebrows and said sarcastically. This is almost the general attitude of the Brans towards the people of the Northern Wilderness.

However, unlike Winsling, Wu Ding touched his forehead with his hand and sighed softly: "It's really a big trouble..." Haita Zheng pointed his head, obviously agreeing with the teacher's opinion.

"Big trouble...barbarians? Why? They will start a war in a few years, but weren't they driven back by us in the end?"

Haita shook his head and said in a long voice: "Junior brother, this time is different from before... Bran has no second Zi Yi."

"Uh..." He opened his mouth. Winslin couldn't help but be silent when he heard this. Even though he was too tall, he did not dare to criticize Ziyi, the only military god among Bran who could be as famous as his teacher.

Moreover, Zi Yi does have such an important position. Since his military service, the situation of Bran and the Northern Wilderness was completely reversed. In the following decades, the fierce beast-like barbarians of the Northern Wilderness never broke the defense line of the Bran Legion, even once! Tens of millions of people in the entire northern land of Bran have to protect him from his reputation, without war, and without weapons, enjoy a peaceful life for decades!

But now this peerless genius who shocked the continent has returned. Although the Bran army is still the strong Bran army, there are many generals and marshals in the army. Who dares to stand up and inherit Ziyi's glory? Who dares to promise to continue to reject the barbarians of the Northern Wilderness outside the country...

After a moment of silence, Wu Ding looked up and asked, "What is the resolution on Wang Ting?"

"Increase troops and transfer the Southern Tiger Roar Legion to the front line! But..." After pausing, Haita frowned and shook his head, "There is a problem now. The Zichen Legion has not been able to settle down... It is mainly about the candidate for the new Legion Marshal. The parliament has many opinions and great differences."

"Absurd! When has it been, a group of ignorant things that are alive and dead!" The smile of the naughty boy who had been hanging on the corner of Wu Ding's mouth disappeared instantly. Although he was not a member of the army, after living for so long, he could naturally see the tricks in the so-called disagreement.

It’s just that the ownerless fat piece of Zichen Legion is too tempting, which makes some powerful people unable to help but think. And under the competition, they naturally cannot come up with a unified candidate. As for the attack on the Northern Wilderness, this is a bit far away for the big men in Brandu City...

Wen Silin couldn't help asking: "Have you never thought about appointing the next legion marshal before Zi Yi entered the Northern Wilderness?"

Haita shook his head, and Wu Ding suddenly sighed, "That fool..." he wanted to say something, but in the end he didn't say much. Haita looked at the teacher and nodded slightly, as if he agreed with this evaluation.

Few people know about Zi Yi and the Queen of the Northern Wilderness, but there are still people who know about it. These include Woodin, Haita, and King Bran. In this way, even if Zi Yi has never betrayed Bran in his life, it is related to the safety of the country. Zi Yi has a designated candidate for the next legion marshal. How dare Wang Ting agree easily in order to prevent it?

"What should I do now?" Winsling was born in a powerful family, so he naturally knew the power of the struggle for interests. In the face of such temptation, no one would compromise unless the king made an appointment. Even if the king came forward, it would not be arbitrarily appointed. He would consider the interests of the powerful in all aspects. I am afraid that he would have a headache now...

After pondering for a while, Wu Ding looked at Haita and said, "Although I have never joined the army, I also know that foreign helpers cannot be foreman. I will bring a message to His Majesty the King that the candidate for the new marshal of the Zichen Legion can only be produced from the eight generals of the Zichen Eight Army."

"Yes." Haita nodded when he heard this, without any surprise. In fact, this was indeed the best decision. First, the new marshal was originally from the Zichen Legion and did not need to be familiar with it. Second, he directly avoided the interests of all the powerful. Don't you fight? You simply won't fight, and you'll end it all!

It is worth mentioning that such a decision must have been thought of, but it is only a lack of a person who can suppress all the powerful. The sword god Wu Ding undoubtedly has the ability to suppress the place, and it is also the most suitable candidate.

In just a few moments, a few words solved the issue of the Imperial Parliament’s debate for more than half a year. This is the prestige and deterrence of the sword god Wu Ding in this world that regards martial arts as the most respected world and the strong prey on the weak!

"In addition to the problems of the Northern Wilderness and the army, the recent turmoil also comes from the Temple of Light..." After a moment, Haita's mouth raised slightly, and emphasized with a more emphasis. "This is also the greatest turmoil!"

"Shrine?" Wensling curled his lips, "What happened to those guys pretending to be a ghost?"

The Temple of Light's status in the Bran Empire is undoubtedly, but not everyone will give face. At least the people from the Sword God sect are not among them. This can be heard from the corners of the mouth rising from the Sea Tower and Winsling's joking tone.

As for the reason, it is quite complicated. If it is simply put, it means that one mountain cannot accommodate two tigers!

As we all know, Bran is an empire that is closely linked to the power of the king and the divine power. The power of the Temple of Light goes deep into every field of Bran, which is definitely not an exaggeration. But now a force that can also influence the power of the king is revealed. That is, the Sword God Sect, so the temple will naturally not be willing to do so. Over time, conflicts arise...

Among the many conflicts, the main conflict was because of Zofan. Although Zofan himself did not want to leave in the city of Dawn. He took the initiative to detonate a ground and exploded crystals and died. The role played by the Temple of Light was undoubtedly extremely important. It was because they took the lead. The gray-clothed army was surrounded and forced Zofan to a dead end. In this way, the Sword God Sect undoubtedly hated the Temple!

Sure enough, Wu Ding's turbid old eyes flashed with pain at first, remembering the disciple he valued the most, and then asked with a smile: "What kind of turbulence?"

"It's very turbulent! The forces of the temple in the north have almost suffered a devastating blow. The believers rioted in a collective riot. The clergy suffered heavy casualties. If nothing unexpected happens, it will be a matter of time before they are driven out of the north!"

"What!" "Seriously?"

If Winsling's screaming was abrupt, it might be because of his distracted temperament. But even Wu Ding, who had experienced the storm and waves for a lifetime, couldn't help but question it seemed like he had heard it wrong. You can imagine the strong shock brought by this news!

Haita’s key point is: “Take it seriously! The temple is now blocking news and putting out fires everywhere. But, haha…” He chuckled twice. With Haita’s status in Wang Ting, it is naturally not difficult to know these news.

"Haha..." After confirming the authenticity of the news, Wu Ding suddenly patted the straw mat beside him, raised his head and laughed loudly, gloating like a naughty child.

In an instant, the laughter rumbling, like thunder rolling. After passing through the surrounding bamboo forest, Yu Wuding Xiaoju echoed for a long time. Everyone in the outer space looked up in shock when they heard the sound. This was... the laughter of the sword god? They looked at each other in shock and were puzzled. What happened? The sword god was so happy?

Perhaps, only Haita, Winsling can know why the teacher is so happy...

Yes, the death of Zofan was indeed a huge blow to the sword god Wu Ding. But due to his own influence and the peace of the empire, Wu Ding naturally could not hold his sword to the temple and always look for the other party's bad luck. However, now that he could hear that the other party was in such a mess, he was naturally very happy!

Haita did not hide his joy in his heart and continued to smile and said, "I also heard the news that the temple always had a very chaotic internal situation. Puritans and monks who have always ignored the world also came out together and accused the high-level officials of the temple. Haha... I think it's hard for the Pope to have a recent life."

"Ha, it's worth celebrating, it's worth celebrating!" Clapping his hands, Wu Ding picked up the green bamboo fishing rod beside him and waved it out casually. The thin threads drew a faint mark on the calm lake. With a pull, the... Seven or eight fat fish jumped out of the water, twisted their heads and swung their tails, splashing water droplets.

It seems that these fish were pulled out of the water because they bit the hook. There was no fish hook at the end of the thread. The reason why there was a harvest scene in front of you was because the thin silk thread was like a thin needle, accurately penetrated the gills of each fish and lifted them up in a series.

"Go, take a knife and bring a pot." Rolling up the sleeves, Wu Ding grinned, "I am in a good mood today. I personally cook for you. Oh, if you bring more bowls, everyone can drink fish soup outside. Who makes me happy? Haha..."

Seeing that the master was so happy, Haita and Wen Silin, who were disciples, were naturally happy. They responded together and got up as they were about to get the tableware.

At this moment, Wu Ding suddenly remembered something and asked Haita: "By the way, who can bring such a big surprise to the temple?"

"Tang En, it should be this name... Well, what we need to say is that he is from the Gray Army."

"Huh? Grey-clothed army?" Wu Ding looked up in surprise, then blinked his turbid old eyes, and his expression was very emotional, "This is retribution... No, I must break the precept today. I will find a pot of wine for me, so I can drink three big bowls of him for this!"

"Well……"

...

Although Wu Ding Xiaoju is located in a remote location, there is naturally no shortage of various tableware. The only thing that can be said to be missing is wine. For the sake of the master's health, Haita searched all the wine here a few years ago. However, this was not a problem. Winsling broke through the sky and brought a bottle of the master's favorite wine from the capital in just a few minutes.

Then there was a busy work in the backyard pond. Wu Ding personally took the initiative, and Haita and the others took action and quickly packed up the fat fish. At this moment,

Haita thought of something, and after a while of confusion, he still asked: "Master, do you think there are any secrets in the world that can quickly improve Dou Qi?"
Chapter completed!