Starting From Douluo, Glory is Invincible

Chapter 708 Old Man Xiaoyao, where is he?

In the quiet valley courtyard, the three people were still sitting around the stone table. Zhang Tao had just finished his exclamation, and Ying glanced at him with a look that seemed plain but contained profound meaning. This look seemed to say: "You kid, why are you making such a fuss?"

Zhang Tao touched the back of his head in embarrassment when Ying glanced at him like this. He knew that he had lost his temper, but facing the legendary Holy Spirit Magician, it was really difficult for him to control his emotions.

“Isn’t Dean Yefen also a Holy Spirit Magician?” Ying said lightly, “He hangs around the academy every day. Why didn’t you feel so excited when you saw him?”

 Zhang Tao was speechless after hearing Ying's words. He did see Dean Ye Fen often, but he had never felt as excited as he did today. Maybe it was because Dean Ye Fen felt so majestic and mysterious that he didn't dare to be presumptuous in the slightest. The old man Yu Xiaoyao in front of him gave people an amiable feeling, making him want to get close to him involuntarily.

"Yes! The dean is also a Holy Spirit Magician." Zhang Tao smiled awkwardly, then changed the subject and said, "Grandpa! Tell me the story of your hometown."

Old Yu Xiaoyao burst out laughing when he heard Zhang Tao's words. The laughter was full of joy and pride, as if recalling some good past events. The wrinkles on his face were squeezed together, forming blooming chrysanthemums. He lifted the wine jar and poured wine into his mouth. The wine flowed down the corners of his mouth and wet his beard and clothes. But he didn't care and still smiled so happily.

"What kind of 'Sword Immortal' am I?" the old man waved his hand and said, "In my hometown, my master is the real 'Sword Immortal'. Sword intention has three levels: one is form, the other is intention, and the third is intention. God. The person who can refine the sword's shadow to the extreme is the 'Sword Immortal'. But my master has already understood the third level of 'God'. "

 The old man's words were full of admiration for his master and his yearning for the art of swordsmanship. His eyes sparkled when he mentioned his master, as if that was a height he could never reach. But he did not get discouraged or give up. Instead, he worked harder to practice and pursue the ultimate in swordsmanship.

Hearing this, both Zhang Tao and Ying couldn't help but be attracted by the old man's words. They knew that there must be a broader world and a more profound swordsmanship in the old man's hometown. There must be countless strong men like the old man there who are pursuing the ultimate in swordsmanship and exploring unknown areas.

Rather than these actual images, I care more about the details of those ten years ago. He knew that the old man in front of him was one of the witnesses of that war. That war changed the structure of the entire Sanctuary Continent and gave birth to many legendary characters and stories. And now having such an original intervener sitting in front of him is undoubtedly a rare opportunity.

"Senior." Ying opened his mouth and broke the silence. He looked directly into the eyes of the old man Yu Xiaoyao, "You were also involved in the war ten years ago. Can you tell us about the situation at that time?"

Old Yu Xiaoyao was slightly startled when he heard Ying's words and then looked at him deeply. He could feel the distinctive aura on Ying's body, an aura that was firm, persistent, full of curiosity and desire to explore. He knew that this young man was not satisfied with just hearing some superficial stories. He wanted to know the truth and details hidden behind them. The old man was silent for a moment as if he was recalling the war ten years ago. That battle was also an unforgettable experience for him. He has witnessed the rise and fall of countless strong men and experienced many life-and-death moments. Those images and scenes are still vivid in my mind as if they happened yesterday.

 Finally the old man spoke. His voice was low and powerful, as if every word contained endless stories and vicissitudes: "The war ten years ago was a turning point for the entire Holy Land. At that time, we faced unprecedented crises and challenges. It was a dark era. It is also an era when heroes emerge in large numbers..."

 As the old man narrated, Zhang Tao and Ying seemed to be taken back to the era ten years ago. They saw those upright heroes, those thrilling battles, and those stories of joys and sorrows. Every detail made them feel shocked and moved as if they had experienced it personally.

 When the old man told how he fought side by side with his master, he was so excited that tears filled his eyes. He clearly remembers his master's tall figure and sharp sword intent. He remembers his master's teachings and expectations for him. He remembers the moments when he broke through himself and exceeded his limits time and time again in battle.

"...In the end we won the war but we also paid a heavy price." The old man said slowly. "Many heroes have left our world forever, including my master. He used his life to defend the peace of this continent. and tranquility.”

Hearing this, both Zhang Tao and Ying couldn't help but fell silent. They were moved by the old man's words and shocked by the heroes of that era. They know how great and noble it is that those heroes exchanged their lives and blood for today's peace and tranquility.

Yu Xiaoyao looked at the dignified and shocked expressions of the two people and knew that they had been moved by his words, and he himself was once again immersed in that unforgettable memory.

After a moment, Zhang Tao broke the silence. He raised his head and looked at the old man Yu Xiaoyao: "Senior, thank you for telling us these stories. We will definitely remember the dedication and efforts of those heroes and cherish the current peace and tranquility even more."

Ying also nodded in agreement: "Senior, you can rest assured that we will work hard to improve our strength and contribute to the peace and tranquility of this continent."

 (End of this chapter)