Ultimate Assassin System

Brother!

Just when Haita was lost in thought, he suddenly shouted in surprise. A handsome young man with sword-shaped eyebrows and thin lips, and a high-spirited expression suddenly jumped out from the side, with a slightly excited look on his face, Haha, it's indeed senior brother. You haven't been here for two months. How about it, has anything new happened outside recently... Well, I'm miserable. I've been trapped here all year round and can't go down the mountain. I don't know what the teacher thinks. It's very boring here...

Hearing this, Haita frowned slightly and interrupted, Junior brother! Don't you understand the teacher's hard work until now? The teacher asked you to stay here not to trap you, but to let you...

He waved his hands repeatedly, Senior brother, you are here again... I understand, I understand. I am impetuous. The reason for staying here is for me to cultivate my character and consolidate my cultivation... How did you become like the master... He ignored it. Curling his lips, the handsome young man said disapprovingly.

You... Haita, who was dull by nature and not good at words, was so robbed that he opened his mouth, not knowing what to say. In the end, all I could do was look at Wen Silin, who was born in a wealthy family, was extremely talented, and was the last child accepted by the teacher. He shook his head slightly and changed the topic, The teacher is in the pond behind?

kindness.

Then I'll go there first. Haita nodded slightly and continued walking toward the back. At the same time, I couldn't help but sigh in my heart. Among the three junior brothers, Wen Silin has the highest martial arts talent. But this junior brother is good at everything, but his surname is a little too out of the ordinary, and he still needs to work hard...

Oh... Wen Silin responded listlessly. Wen Silin stood there looking very hesitant. He knew that when Senior Brother Haita came, he would definitely bring some fresh news from the outside. But if I went to listen in, I might be criticized by my master and my brother, so I was very confused. In the end, he slapped his palm, but he still couldn't stop his curiosity and chased after him, Senior brother, wait, I will go with you...

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In the rear courtyard, there is a clear pond among the bamboo trees. After Haita and Wen Silin arrived, they immediately saw a figure sitting on a straw mat under the sparse shadows of green bamboo on the right side of the pond.

This is a thin old man with a slight stoop, wearing green clothes. At first glance, he looks no different from an ordinary old farmer. Maybe it’s because I’m getting older and my physical strength is no longer good at farm work, so now I’m picking up fun things that I wanted to do in the past but didn’t have time for, such as planting flowers, fishing, etc.

He is fishing now, but perhaps because the breeze in the forest is so refreshing, his old eyes are slightly narrowed and he is slowly dozing off. It is hard to believe that he can still pull the rod in time even if a fish takes the bait.

But the fact is, if someone said that this old man could raise the bamboo fishing rod in his hand and send it gently, 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 lacking in energy is none other than the most powerful person recognized in the Western Ze Continent—Blan Sword God Wooding!

Teacher. He walked over lightly, and Haita and Wen Silin saluted respectfully outside the table.

Wu Ding in green clothes slowly opened his eyes. There was no so-called frightening light like a sword unsheathed, but his normal cloudy old eyes. Oh, there was also a gentle smile. He waved his hand casually and said in a calm tone: Haita Here you go, please sit down.

Yes. He nodded in agreement. The two of them occupied both sides of the straw mat and sat opposite the teacher. Wen Silin was the youngest among them, so he naturally picked up the clay pot, kettle and teacup beside him and poured some tea. Haita looked at the empty straw basket beside him and smiled: It seems that the teacher has not gained anything yet.

Yes, I have been fishing for so many years. The fish here all know me, but they just won't take the bait. Putting down the green bamboo fishing rod, Wooding stroked his palms, his expression was a little helpless, like a naughty boy.

Wen Silin on the side twitched the corner of his mouth imperceptibly when he heard this, and handed over the teacup, feeling disapproving in his heart. Originally, teacher, your fishing rod has neither bait nor hook, so how can you catch fish? If you remind me and still say you don’t understand, isn’t this completely wasted effort...

Taking a sip of the light green tea, Wooding seemed to have thought of something and asked casually: How is it? Are you going well with teaching the princes?

After all, Bran's Sword God is Bran's Sword God. Even though he may not want to get too close to the royal power, strength, influence and other factors dictate that this is not entirely possible.

Of course, with the status of Sword God Wooding, no one would dare to say anything if he didn't want to, let alone force him. But it's still the same truth. Now that we are in the world of mortals, there are naturally some things that we can't get rid of forcefully. Therefore, Haita, the number one disciple of the Sword God, also has another job, that is, as the teacher of Bran's princes.

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

It went well. Haita nodded with a calm expression, but what he said next was not so plain and calm, The eldest prince is still bold and powerful, acting domineeringly, and has a strong martial heart. The second prince is gentle and courteous, and his relationship with me is The most intimate thing is the intention to win over...

In a straightforward tone, the personalities of the princes were quickly revealed. Haha, everyone in the world says that my eldest sister, whose surname is Gwen Tun, is a good person. I didn't expect that now I am talking about people behind their backs. It is really surprising and confusing...

Teacher... Haita looked at Wooding with a joking smile on his face and shook his head helplessly, knowing that the teacher was acting like a naughty boy again.

As mentioned just now, maybe Sword God Wooding has no intention of interfering with imperial power matters, but how could the royal court not care about his opinions. So if it comes time to choose to succeed the king, whether he likes it or not, Wooding will always have something to say. The source of these opinions naturally comes from Haita.

From this aspect, Haita is actually the shield introduced by Wooding. However, if the master has something to do, it is normal for him to pay his dues.

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

Oh? Tell me. Wooding's tone was still calm, as if he was talking about what to eat for lunch. In fact, this is almost the case. In the eyes of this old man who has been at the pinnacle of the world for more than a hundred years, things in the world can indeed be taken lightly.

The first is the Northern Wasteland. There is news from the front line. The tribes in the Northern Wasteland are constantly mobilizing their troops. It seems that there will be a big war this winter!

Hey, didn't you beat those barbarians enough last year? As soon as he finished speaking, Wen Silin raised his eyebrows and said sarcastically. This is almost the general attitude of the Bran people towards the people of the Northern Wilderness.

However, unlike Wen Silin, Wooding touched his forehead with his hand and sighed softly: It is indeed a big trouble... Haita nodded solemnly, obviously agreeing with the teacher's opinion.

Big trouble... barbarians? Why? They will launch a war every few years, but won't they all be driven back by us in the end?

Haita shook his head and said in a long voice: Junior brother, this time is different from the past... Bran will never have another Ziyi.

Uh... Wen Silin opened his mouth and couldn't help but remain silent after hearing the words. Even though his eyes were high, he did not dare to criticize Ziyi, the only military god in Bran who could be as famous as his teacher.

And Ziyi does have such a pivotal position. Since the beginning of his joining the army, the war situation between Bran and Beihuang has been completely reversed. In the following decades, the ferocious beast-like barbarians of Beihuang have never broken through again. Bran's army defense line, even once! The entire northern land of Bran and tens of millions of people have to protect their unparalleled reputation, see no war, no weapons, and enjoy a peaceful life for decades!

But now the peerless genius who shocked the continent has returned. Although Bran's army is still the same powerful Bran army, among the army's generals and marshals, who dares to pat his chest and stand up to inherit Ziyi's glory? Who dares to guarantee that they will continue to keep the Northern Wilderness barbarians out of the country...

After a moment of silence, Wooding raised his head and asked, What's the decision from Wang Ting?

Add more troops and mobilize the Southern Tiger Roaring Legion to rush to the front line! But... After a pause, 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 selection of the new marshal of the legion. There are many opinions and disagreements in Parliament.”

Absurd! What time, a bunch of things that don't know how to live or die! The naughty smile that had been hanging on the corner of Wooding's mouth disappeared instantly. Although he was not in the army, he had lived for so long, so he could naturally see these so-called differences of opinion. The tricks in it.

It's just that the ownerless fat of the Zichen Legion is so sexy that some powerful people can't help but have their thoughts. And with the competition between you and me, naturally you can't come up with a unified candidate. As for the attack from the Northern Wilderness, this is really far away for the big shots in Brandu City...

Wen Silin couldn't help but ask: Did Zi Yi never think about appointing the next marshal of the army before entering the Northern Wilderness?

Haita shook his head, and Wooding suddenly sighed, That idiot... He wanted to say something, but in the end he didn't say much. Hearing this, Haita glanced at the teacher and nodded slightly, seeming to agree with this evaluation.

There are very few people who know about Zi Yi and the Queen of Beihuang, but there are still some people who know. This includes Wooding, Haita, and King Bran. In this way, even if it is clear that Zi Yi has never betrayed Bran in his life, but it is related to the safety of the country, Zi Yi has designated a candidate for the next army marshal. How can Wang Ting dare to agree easily in order to prevent this?

Then what should we do now? Wen Silin was born in a powerful family, so he naturally knew how fierce the struggle for interests was. In such a turbulent time, no one will compromise unless the king approves. And even if the king comes forward, he is not appointed arbitrarily. He will also consider the interests of all powerful people. I am afraid that he is also very troubled by this issue now...

After pondering for a while, Wooding looked at Haita and said: Although I have never joined the army, I also know that foreign helpers cannot be foremen. I have sent a message to His Majesty the King that the new marshal of the Zichen Army can only be selected from Zichen Eight. Among the eight generals of the army.

Yes. Haita nodded when he heard this, without any surprise. In fact, this is indeed the best decision. Once the new marshal comes from the Zichen Legion, there is no need to get familiar with it. Secondly, it also directly avoids the interests of all the nobles. Aren’t you going to fight for it? Just by asking for your surname, you won't be able to fight over it, and it will be over!

It is worth mentioning that such a decision must have been thought of by someone before, but there was just a lack of someone who could calm all the powerful people to propose it. Sword God Wooding undoubtedly has the ability to control the situation, and he is also the most suitable candidate.

A few words in just a few moments resolved the issue that had been debated by the Imperial Parliament for more than half a year. This is the prestige and intimidating power of Sword God Woodin in this world where martial arts is the most important thing and the weak eat the strong!

In addition to the Northern Wasteland and the army issues, the recent turmoil also comes from the Temple of Light... After a pause, Haita raised the corners of his mouth slightly and emphasized in a more serious tone, This is also the biggest turmoil!

Temple? Wen Silin curled his lips, What did those pretenders do again?

There is no doubt about the status of the Temple of Light in the Bran Empire, but not everyone will give it face. At least the people from the Sword God faction are not among them. This can be heard from the raised corners of Haita's mouth and Wen Silin's joking tone.

As for the reason, it is more complicated. To put it simply, there is no room for two tigers in one mountain!

As we all know, Bran is an empire where royal power and divine power are closely linked. The power of the Temple of Light penetrates into every field of Bran. This is definitely not an exaggeration. But now that a force that can also influence the royal power has emerged, that is, the Sword God faction, naturally the temple will not be willing to accept it. Over time, contradictions emerged...

Among all the conflicts, the most important conflict is because of Zuo Fan. Although he was in Dawn City, Zuo Fan didn't want to leave, so he took the initiative to detonate explosive crystals and died. But the role played by the Temple of Light in this was undoubtedly extremely important. It was precisely because they took the lead that the Gray Clothes Army was encircled and suppressed, and Zuo Fan was forced to a desperate end. As a result, the Sword God faction undoubtedly hates the temple extremely!

Sure enough, upon hearing this, Wu Ding's old eyes flashed with a hint of pain. He remembered the woman he valued most, and then he smiled and asked, What kind of turbulence method?

It's very turbulent! The temple's power in the north was almost destroyed. The believers rioted collectively, and the clergy suffered heavy casualties. If nothing happens, it will be a matter of time before they are driven out of the north!

What! Seriously?

If Wen Silin screamed in surprise, it might be because of his surname. But even Wooding, who had experienced a lifetime of ups and downs and was dissatisfied with everything, couldn't help but question it as if he had heard it wrong. You can also imagine the strong shock brought by this news!

Haita nodded heavily: Seriously! Now the temple is strongly blocking the news and putting out fires everywhere. But, haha... He chuckled twice. With Haita's status in the royal court, it is not difficult to know this information.

Haha... After confirming the true surname of the news, Wooding suddenly patted the straw mat beside him, raised his head and laughed like a child, gloating like a naughty boy.

In an instant, laughter rumbled like thunder. Beyond the surrounding bamboo forest, it echoed over Wooding's residence for a long time. Everyone in the open space outside looked up in shock when they heard the sound. Is this... the laughter of the Sword God? They looked at each other in shock and confusion. What happened to make the sword god so happy?

Perhaps, only Haita and Wen Silin can know why the teacher is so happy...

Yes, the death of Zuo Fan was indeed a huge blow to the sword god Wooding. However, due to his own influence and the peace of the empire, Wooding naturally cannot go to the temple association with a sword to seek bad luck on the other party. But now that I can hear that the other party is in such an embarrassing situation, I am naturally very happy and very happy!

Haita did not hide his joy and continued to say with a smile: I also heard the news that the temple was in chaos because of this. Puritans and ascetics who had always ignored secular affairs also came out together and accused the temple's senior officials. , Haha... The Pope has been having a difficult time recently.

Ha, it's worth celebrating, it's worth celebrating! Wooding clapped his hands and laughed. He picked up a green bamboo fishing rod and waved it out casually. The slender threads drew a faint trace on the calm lake. With a pull, wow...seven or eight fat ones. The fish all jumped out of the water, twisting and flicking their tails, splashing some water drops.

Looking closely, these fish were not pulled out of the water because they bit the fishhook. There was no fishhook at the end of the silk thread. The reason why there is a harvest scene in front of you is because the slender silk threads are like fine needles, accurately penetrating the gills of each fish, and lifting them up one after another.

Go, get the knife and the pot. Rolling up his sleeves, Wooding grinned, Master, I'm in a good mood today. I'll personally cook a fish feast for you. Oh, and bring more bowls, everyone outside. There is also fish soup to drink. Who makes me happy, haha...

Seeing their master so happy, Haita and Wen Silin, as ladies, were naturally happy too. They all responded and stood up to get the tableware.

At this time, Wooding suddenly remembered something and asked Haita: By the way, who can bring such a big surprise to the temple?

Tang En, that should be the name... Well, what needs to be mentioned is that he is from the Gray Army.

Huh? Gray-coated Army? Wooding raised his head in surprise, then blinked his cloudy old eyes with emotion, This is retribution... No, I have to break the precept today. Find me another bottle of wine, for this You should drink three big bowls of him!

Well……

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Although Woodin's House is located in a remote location, there is certainly no shortage of all kinds of tableware. The only thing that can be said to be lacking is alcohol. For the sake of the master's health, Haita had emptied all the alcohol here a few years ago. But this was not a problem. Wen Silin left through the air and brought a bottle of the master's favorite wine from the capital in just a few minutes.

Immediately afterwards, there was a rush of work in the backyard pond. Wooding cut the knife himself, and Haita and his two men quickly took care of the fat fish. It was at this time,

Haita thought of something, and after being confused for a while, he asked: Master, do you think there is any mental secret book in this world that can quickly improve fighting spirit?

…………(To be continued.)