Son of the Olden Days - Chapter 613

“Tutor… this is?” Suddenly seeing a tomb, Saul inevitably had some bad imaginations. Although I don’t know how the instructor made this change of scene, the tomb looks desolate and lonely, and it seems to be located somewhere in the forest.

Thor even thought this was the tomb of the teacher himself for a moment, but quickly realized that people could not bury themselves.

“Today is the last time I will teach you. I am optimistic. This sword skill is called the’Last Power’!” said the instructor.

“The last power? It’s named…, will it die if you use it? Or can you use it when you are about to die?” Sol muttered.

“I’m running out of time. Look carefully, and then try to understand.” The instructor suddenly gave up his long sword, stretched out a hand to break a branch from the low tree above his head, and then slapped it in his hand, as if receiving it. Come down and prepare to do something with that branch.

“There is not much time… is it due to physical exertion or some other reason? Or else you take a rest and next time…”

“Stop talking nonsense! Look good!” The instructor suddenly interrupted Sol with a violent shout, and Sol did not dare to speak any more, and hurriedly stared at the instructor’s movements, but it was inevitable that there was some sadness in his heart. time is limited? How similar is this to the three short days of study that year?

Unexpectedly, today, after many years, I will be able to see the mentor again, but it is…just the last side.

As the surrounding environment changed, Sol was in the woods, and he seemed to be able to feel the breeze across his face, and smell the decay and vitality of the surrounding trees. Saul had no distractions, just stood by the tombstone and watched the mentor’s movements intently.

The instructor took the branch and patted his palm lightly, and Saul didn’t know what he was going to do. The black smoky outline seemed to lift his head slightly to feel the breeze, and Saul would inevitably feel a little impatient after watching it for a while. He felt that the old guy was pretending to be a ghost again.

Until a certain moment, the wind through the forest seemed to stop, and the instructor suddenly stood still, and the whole figure suddenly exuded a desolate atmosphere.

Then Saul saw the branch that was originally flattened in the tutor’s hand, suddenly he drew a beautiful semicircle in the air, and his arms and branches were raised flat and stretched forward. Thor instantly had a judgment. Looking at the posture of the instructor, this swordsmanship was probably about stabs.

After a brief silence, the instructor’s elbow holding the branch slightly bends back and begins to accumulate energy, Thor carefully captures every detail.

Then at a certain moment, the branch in the tutor’s hand suddenly pierced out. Just such an unassuming stab stabbed a hole in the tombstone in front of Saul, or the branch pierced through the surface of the tombstone. After the front end penetrated the tombstone, it came out from behind the tombstone.

The short moment Thor of the electric light flint can see clearly, the instructor’s blow does not have the fierce aura of the wind and thunder, can only say that it is not fast or slow. Sol’s first reaction was, this is it? In the next moment, he suddenly felt sparks flashing in his mind.

In fact, Sol, standing on the side of the tombstone, can be sure that the whole process of penetrating the tombstone without any fancy is a normal stabbing. It wasn’t until Thor jumped up and squatted down to check his body, that the shock in his heart began to roll over.

Although the surface of this tombstone is slightly cracked and full of traces of time, the body itself is very thick and should be made of very solid solid stone. If Thor uses his steel sword to poke such a tombstone, he can also easily poke a hole.

As for using branches… After reaching out his hand to test the texture of the branches, Thor instantly widened his eyes in horror. This is clearly a dead branch, the kind that can be seen everywhere in the forest, not to mention piercing the tombstone, it may be broken when it is held in the hand a little bit.

This is impossible!

Is it really a dead branch that the instructor broke off the tree casually? Isn’t it the spear of the gods? Saul didn’t believe it, got up and walked to the tutor’s side and stretched out his hand over his head, ‘crack’. After a faint cracking sound, a dead branch of almost the same pattern broke off without much effort.

After picking up the texture of the dead branches in his hand, Saul estimated that this thing would even take a lot of effort to pierce a piece of sand cotton paper, let alone a tombstone. It is estimated that the strength of the arm has not been given enough, and the dead branch itself is broken due to its own material problem. How did the instructor do it?

What is the key? power? speed? Or some delicate balance of intermixing? Thor clasped his hands and frowned into deep thought. But after thinking for a while, he didn’t have a clue. Although Thor saw and remembered, he couldn’t copy the stabbing.

“Do you understand?” the instructor asked suddenly.

I understand what I am, and Sol has a black line on his face. I must have seen the matter and process at a glance, but how did the result come about? There was no answer after thinking about it, so Saul could only turn his head to look at the instructor, with a look of humility in his eyes with expectation.

“Haha! Brat! Amazing, isn’t it? This is actually not my own sword skill. I learned it by myself after seeing a wandering swordsman use it on my journey many years ago. But for the sake of this skill, I’m here I have been groping on the road of swordsmanship for a lifetime.”

“This sword skill itself does not actually have any advanced skills, thinking is the main part. Language is sometimes not precise, but I can remind you that I still remember what I said to you that the sword in your hand becomes your will. Extend it?”

“This! This is the extension of my will.” Finally the instructor said.

Saul raised his head disdainfully, thinking that if the instructor could match the posture of holding hands and looking at the sky, the world would be normal.

“To be honest, in the short three days in Grayscreen, I have never believed many of the cows you have blown to me. But today, this cow, I have to say that you have to say that I am very convinced, at least for the time being. Can’t find the language to refute.” Sol murmured.

“Smelly boy! Are you questioning my strength? Are you embarrassed to have been so useless for so many years?” The instructor was furious.

“Instructor, I’m already Tier 6, okay?” Thor struck his neck.

“Rank Six is ​​a fart!” The instructor also stalked his neck. Although his face was dark and expressionless, Saul suspected that he was staring.

“Yes, Tier 6 is a fart. Even if you are taller than me, you can’t be higher than Tier 9. Besides, even if you are Tier 9, you were not besieged by withered snakes in the countryside like Gray Screen and finally fled. I am embarrassed to call myself a tactical evacuation.” Sol fought back.

“Haha~” The old guy was obviously out of anger, raised his palm and fanned it down. But Saul opened his eyes to see clearly, the palm of his hand did not fall on his face, but suddenly reduced his strength when he approached him, and finally fell on his head and rubbed it.

“I’m very gratified to see your growth, but you have a long way to go. Human nature is complicated, and it is even more difficult for you as a solitary orphan, but even so, you can’t forget your faith, awe, and remember We must go more firmly in the future.”

“I can see you for the last time and teach you my last sword skills. If you forget my wish, I should go.” The instructor said.

Saul suddenly felt cold.

“Teacher, I am also a lord now, although the territory is not large. One day I had a dream on a deck chair in the courtyard. In my dream, I saw you drinking ale in a corner of the courtyard leisurely. In that dream, I have all the important things to do. Friends all live together.”

Saul spoke eloquently, even a little jumpy and messy. He actually had a lot of things he wanted to say to his mentor, such as asking him if he was the master of skeleton swordsmanship outside of Gray Screen? Can you save him? Can you stay?

There are too many things to say, so after all, I can’t talk about it.

“It’s great.” The instructor stroked Saul’s head.

“It’s not easy to be alone all these years? But seeing that you didn’t end up in hatred in the end, I’m relieved.”

The last words of the instructor rang in his ears, as he kept touching his head, the entire black smoky body fell like a sand sculpture, and the surrounding scenery disappeared. Saul stretched out his hand with a sad expression, but he got his hands free through the scattered black smoke.

In the end, the four fields were silent, leaving Sol alone.

“Old guy! Why didn’t you teach me such a great sword skill back then?” Saul suddenly raised his head and suddenly shouted towards the open fields. The sound spread far to the surroundings, but unfortunately there was no response, and there was not even a slight breeze in the space.

In Sol’s life, family affection was missing for a lifetime. He didn’t want and didn’t need any elders, and he had never respected any elders. His logic is very simple. I have always been alone. Since no elders have given me a hand, I have never owed anyone.

Anyone who dares to rely on Lao Mai to touch his head will break his hand.

But the mentor is different. From that kind palm, Saul feels love, maybe family affection… is that it?

So Saul bowed deeply to the unmanned Shino, and finally burst into tears.

Just like standing in the dark alleys of Gray Screen, watching the footprints in the snow stretch all the way, Sol seemed to see an old and lonely figure swaying away in the wind and snow. Today, many years later, Thor knows that this prayer is really the last.

In fact, Saul knew very well that if he had not met the original mentor, he would definitely not be on the road today.

Even if it is a sparsely basic sword skill, it is not something that I can learn when I want to learn it.

I may continue to bear the fate of an orphan, and after I leave the monastery, I live in Gray Screen, and eventually become a tiny bubble that disappears silently in the torrent of the times. Therefore, life is an adventure without a map, after all, he knows it unclearly.

Human life is in these subtle bifurcations, slowly becoming completely unrecognizable. You will never know whether after a certain choice of yours, your life will stand still or go backwards, or eventually go to an unknown distance.

As the consciousness space shattered, Saul returned to Hodder’s doghouse, and Hodder was looking at himself against the head of his birdhouse.

“What did I just do?” Sol asked.

“Did you do anything? Haven’t you been leaning here all the time?” Hodder looked inexplicable.

“By the way, why did you burst into tears? Did you beat yourself up so badly?” Hodder smiled gleefully.

In the next moment, Hodder’s smile suddenly solidified, and he couldn’t laugh again, until he watched Thor close his eyes and enter the consciousness space again.

Hodder always felt… Sol’s expression seemed to be cannibalistic.

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