The Transmigrated Sword Emperor

After a long time, Li Dao finally calmed down.

He didn't know if this was the Eagle-Shooting era or the Divine Eagle era, but that didn't matter. No matter what era it was, it meant that he had access to martial arts.

Seeing that Li Dao had not spoken for a long time, the old man opened his mouth and said, "It is already late. There are many wolves, tigers, and leopards outside the village. If Young Noble does not mind, how about coming to this old man's house for a night?"

Li Dao finally came back to his senses. He had been too engrossed in his emotions just now and had not thought of anything else.

The ecological environment of this era had not been destroyed yet. All kinds of wild beasts were active in the mountains. If one did not have strong martial arts skills, it would be better not to enter the mountains alone at night.

"Alright, then I'll be troubling old sir."

Li Dao didn't stand on ceremony and bowed before following the old man towards his home.

The old man's home was soon arrived. It was a thatched cottage, and the thatch looked very new.

Entering the house, Li Dao wrinkled his brows for a moment before opening the door. He was not picky about anything, it was just that this era's common people life was a bit too arduous.

A dilapidated wooden door opened, revealing two rooms. One was a combination of the kitchen and living room, the other was a bedroom. There was only one bed in the bedroom, and under the bed, there was a tattered cotton blanket.

"My humble house is simple and crude. Young master must be ashamed." The old man said as he stood up to pour Li Dao water.

The old man took a black porcelain bowl and scooped up some water, which he held in front of Li Dao.

Li Dao didn't mind. He took a sip or two from his bowl and asked, "Is there no one else in the old sir's house?"

"My wife died a few years ago, and I have two sons. My eldest son is not being raised, and my youngest son went into the mountains to chop wood. It's about time he returned."

As the old man spoke, his expression was somewhat lonely, causing Li Dao to feel slightly embarrassed.

"I'm sorry, I didn't know about your family."

"Don't worry about it, this old man has already opened his eyes for many years. It's Young Master who should not take it to heart."

The old man said with a smile. As soon as he finished speaking, a rough voice came from outside the door.

"Dad, I'm back." A twenty-something year old man walked into the house.

"Erniu, come back and entertain this young master for me. I'll cook dinner for you."

The old man said as he went to cook. Although he said he was cooking, he was actually cooking noodles.

It was just that his speed was a bit slow. The old man took the two stones and started a fire, but he was unable to light it up even after a long time.

Li Dao could not bear to watch any longer. He walked over to the old man and set him on fire. The old man and his son were dumbfounded.

At night, the oil lamp was lit, emitting a weak light. Li Dao and the old man sat in front of a broken table with a bowl of gray noodles placed in front of them.

There was a lot of soup in the bowl, but there was not a single oil bead in the soup.

Li Dao took a bite and only put a little salt in it. However, he still ate it all. In the unfamiliar environment, he could not be choosy.

After listening to the side drumming on the drum, Li Dao found out that Daoist Master Zhong Yang had been dead for many years, and the sect head was now Dan Yang and Ma Yu.

In other words, this was the era of Divine Eagles.

At night, Li Dao lay in bed, thinking. Beside him was the old man. The old man's son had spread a layer of thatch on the ground.

Throughout the entire world of Divine Eagles, there were many lucky chances. However, the closest one to him was still Mount South.

He had already made up his mind. Tomorrow, he would go up the mountain and find out if he could obtain Wang Zhong Yang's Innate Skill.

Even if he could not obtain the Innate Techniques, he still had to obtain the Double Sun Inscription.