[Rebirth Fantasy] Seven Dragons

"Did that man tell you a story last night?"

"Hey. Isn't it..."

A week has passed since the Cold Dew Moon. Since the end of the last story, Mesaka has not told any new stories to those children. No one knows what she is busy with every night.Since that day, the number of people who went to Flender for lunch break to ask for advice or apprenticeship has also decreased a lot, and up to now, there are only a few people.

"Since that person is no longer telling stories, you don't have to run to us every day. You should honestly lay a solid foundation for yourself."

"Flender, we will visit you often."

"Go ahead, don't waste your time."

Watching the children gradually disperse, Flender shook the rocking chair, feeling the small vegetable garden that had returned to silence. After a long time, the rocking chair stopped still.Flender straightened up a little, and took out a thin booklet from under the rocking chair with his backhand. Flender flipped through the pages and read carefully.

Over and over again, Flender held the booklet in his hands and watched the evening. When he closed the booklet for the last time, Flender slowly got up from the rocking chair, stretched himself, and put the He picked up the coat on the side, shook it, put it on his body, and walked out of the vegetable garden.

The brown boots stepped on the soft soil, and there was a moist smell in the air. The forest with luxuriant trees was dyed warm red by the setting sun, and the bottom of the trees was a bit shady. Flender walked around the giant trees. After a while, Came to a cabin in the woods.

The wooden house was not too big or small, and there were many monster furs and dried meat hanging around the house, as well as some tobacco medicines. Flender familiarly pulled out a wooden bench from the debris pile at the back of the house, pulled it to the front of the house and sat down. , rolled some tobacco with Cilan leaves, and smoked it one after another.

When Flanders rolled up the fourth one and held it in his mouth before taking two puffs, hearty laughter came from the shadow of the woods, "Flanders, don't take my hard-dried plums. It's all ruined, and this is the only time I can find so much in the woods every year!"

The person who came was wearing ordinary leather pants and boots, and the narrow brown animal leather soft armor outlined the strong muscles of the upper body. He had short brown hair and well-trimmed beards, which made his face very masculine. Tusked Pig, a broadsword slung across the right arm carrying Tusked Pig.

Flender blew on the smoke ring and said with a smile: "Boss, you still lack this Mera. Feel free to tell people outside the valley what kind of tobacco you want to smoke, and those who are eager to give it to you can go to Isbell."

There is only one person in this world who can be called the boss by Flender, and that is Saya's first disciple and the acting owner of Sword Valley, Armand-Sah.As a warrior at the pinnacle of level nine, Armand still looks handsome, while Flender, who is younger, looks old due to previous injuries.

"You guy, don't you think it's a good time to come here to smoke cigarettes every time?" Armand put the long-toothed pig on his shoulder casually on the wooden board next to him, turned around and scolded Flender with a smile.

"This time it's not just the Mela, you have to supply me, and you have to roast a whole pig yourself to reward me." Flender smoked, pretending to be haughty, and took out the notebook from his pocket. The pamphlet was thrown to Armand.

Armand took it curiously, before he opened it, he heard Flender yelling, "Turn your dirty hands clean before turning over."

Armand was not annoyed, and smiled and wiped his hands as Flender said. Although Armand knew that Flender must have brought him something good by putting on such a high profile, at first it was just hugging. Look at the state of mind.

However, he turned the thin booklet in his hand page by page, but after getting it in his hand, his eyes could not move away from what was written on it.

The booklet is not thick, and it doesn’t take too much time to flip through it, but Armand flips it slowly, and it gets dark soon. Armand, who can already see at night, doesn’t notice it, and just stands there straight Looking at the thin book in his hand.

After a long time, Armand's eyes flashed, he closed the booklet in his hand, and sighed, looking at Flender who had already lit a fire, he didn't know what to say.

The content in the brochure is not too much, and it is not something obscure for people at their level.However, what is recorded in the booklet, which the author of the book calls the most important principles of martial arts, is like a thin sharp thorn, piercing through the membrane that they have been perplexed for many years...

Teacher Saya used to teach them the importance of swordsmanship and rebuilding their hearts.It's not that Armand can't understand, otherwise it's impossible to reach the current height, but it's always been a little vague. After reading this book now, it confirms what he has learned over the years, and he feels suddenly enlightened, and his mood follows. It changed quietly, and I can even clearly feel that the realm I have been pursuing for many years is already one step closer to myself.

If he can meditate and retreat for a period of time, maybe... maybe he can really break through to the legendary realm in one fell swoop! Sword heart sword heart, practice sword to cultivate heart, so this is the way of swords that the teacher once said.

Armand glanced at Flender beside the fire. Flender used to be the most talented among them. He never thought that he could write such a thing in this state. If Flender hadn't been injured. ... A little sadness emerged from the bottom of Armand's heart.

"How about it? Can I invite you to roast a long-toothed pig yourself?" The fire light reflected on Flender's old face, and he was so proud, as if the frivolous and proud master of the epee had returned.

Armand sat over, pondered for a while, and sighed, "You are still the strongest among us......"

Flender shook his head with a smile, "I didn't write that booklet..."

"I always thought that you were disheartened all these years and would no longer get involved in kendo-related things, but I didn't expect you to be able to write..." Armand was still immersed in surprise, talking to himself, and didn't realize it for a while. In the middle of the speech, Flender's words really reached his ears, and Armand's voice stopped suddenly, "Huh?!"

"This is at best a collaboration between me and others." Flender laughed,

"But these handwriting..." Armand hesitated.

"It was written by me, and I sorted it out, and I added a lot of the content myself, but I am not the real hero for being able to write this thing."

"That's...Wolf? Shia? It can't be the big stupid Rufu, right?" Seeing that Flender kept shaking his head, Armand held back his surprise and left the current possibility in the valley. Candidates asked again, but not.

"Who the hell is that?"

Having whetted Armand's appetite, Flender picked up a wooden stick contentedly at this moment, and slowly wrote a name on the ground.

"Mei... Sa... Ka..." I haven't heard of it, Armand was puzzled, "W... O. Wright?"

"Messaka-Violet?" After murmuring the name several times, Armand managed to find some related characters from his memory. After a while...

"Huh?! That Messaka-Violet?!!"

Armand stared at Flender with wide eyes, and Flender shrugged, "It should be that Messaka-Violet."

Even though it was confirmed by Flender, Armand still couldn't believe it. He remembered this name because the owner of this name had a sister who was too stunning, Victoria, the closed disciple of their teacher.For this reason, they went to Violet's house to check the talent of other children, especially this Mesaka, but the result was terrible, and the talent in martial arts was so poor that people couldn't bear to look directly at it.

Although I heard recently that the child's talent is actually quite high, he also asked someone to check it himself, and it is indeed not bad, but... Armand, who has seen Messaka's life experience, it is really difficult to put it in the book. The recorded perception of martial arts is connected with the little girl who has learned sword for less than three months.

"You're not joking..." The fact shocked him too much, and Armand couldn't help doubting.

Flender snorted, "Do I seem to be joking?"

Armand pondered for a moment, "Then, will it be the reincarnation of that old guy?" There are many thaumaturgy in the world of Ashan, and a lot of thaumaturgy are created for the eternal life of intelligent creatures.

The so-called reincarnation is one of them. Those peerless powerhouses who are also extremely strong in the legendary realm can find a baby no older than one year old who is similar to his own soul wave after the deadline, and he will be able to reincarnate his life. Feel the memory of experience, and the soul fragments are integrated into the baby's soul.

However, doing so does not mean rebirth. The grown-up child can only be regarded as another person who has part of the memory and emotion of the strong man, so unless it is absolutely necessary, few people choose this method.

"It's possible..." Flender nodded, "So I plan to go and see that child."

"You haven't seen it?!" Armand shook the pamphlet in his hand, looked at Flender in surprise, not knowing what to say.

"I also met once..." Flender told Armand what he heard and what he heard and recorded in a book when he heard the stories told by those children some time ago, and then said that About being given an umbrella by a girl on a rainy day, "I didn't realize it at the time, but after thinking about it... I'm so familiar with Lily, and my appearance is so similar to Victoria... It should be."

"But at that time, I was just an ordinary old man, and I didn't go to check on the child, so I wanted to meet again. And..." Flender pointed to the booklet in Armand's hand, "Using other people's things, You should also tell people about it.”

After Armand nodded, another thing caught his attention, "You just said that you were an 'ordinary old man' at that time, don't tell me, Flender, you now..."

Armand stared at Flender, and deliberately emphasized his voice when he said "ordinary old man", with a hint of expectation and disbelief in his eyes.

At this time, Flender smiled at him, and Armand suddenly felt as if the whole world was compressed, and his whole body seemed to be held in the palm of a giant, with a sense of oppression, suffocation, pain...all coming together and feeling powerless struggle.

I don't know how long it took, all the pressure quietly receded as when it came, Armand propped his hands on the ground, sweating profusely, as if he had just been fished out of the water.The vision was very blurred, Armand shook his head, and the surrounding scenery slowly became clear. The fire flickered, and it seemed that only a moment had passed. Looking at the smiling Flender in front of him, he felt a little understanding in his heart.

"This is, Sword Intent? No...Could it be..." Panting, Armand looked at the old Flender in astonishment, his eyes were unbelievable, "Heart Sword?!"

Seeing Flender nodded with a smile, Armand grabbed his shoulder and asked in surprise: "Then your injury?"

However, what I got was a scream: "Let go, let go, let go--"

Armand was taken aback and quickly let go of his hands. It turned out that he couldn't help but use too much force just now, but seeing Flender's fragile appearance, Armand knew that the other party had not become a legendary powerhouse as he had imagined. .

"What the hell is...what's going on?" Armand felt that he had lived for so long, but he couldn't understand what happened tonight, as if he had lived on a long-toothed pig for a long time.

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There are fifty more obsolete chapters to replace.I vowed to get it done within 20 days!