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Volume 4 Violet Tower 766 Sea Serpent's Tooth

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    Lao Dao is just a nickname, the old man's real name is Zenis.  "Sea Serpent's Tooth", Zenith.  It is said that he was once a skilled swordsman and even served as a pirate for a period of time.  Later, he voluntarily left the pirate group, but paid the price of one eye.  As for more secrets, no one dares to ask unless the old man tells them.  Now that he is old and frail, his strength should not be as good as before, but it is still enough to ensure that Bronze Compass can gain a foothold in the dock area where dragons and snakes are mixed.  It gradually became one of the largest taverns in the area, and also served as a hotel, brothel, and casino.  By the wooden door at the end of the corridor, a guard carrying a knife was chatting.  Allegri's gaze was about to close, and he did not dare to look any further.  According to his guess, it should be the entrance to the underground casino, and perhaps where Beverly works.  He pushed open the door and entered the backyard, bypassed the semi-open stables and piles of firewood, and arrived at the hut where Zenis lived.  Hearing Allegri's footsteps, the hunchbacked old man who was chopping firewood glanced up at him and asked coldly, "Is something wrong?" "Uh no." When the matter came to an end, Allegri didn't know what to do.  spoke.  He was carrying the bottle of amber wine and was in a dilemma.  The old man straightened the leftover materials from the nearby shipyard with his feet, raised the knife with his hand, and with two swipes, the wood was divided into four even pieces.  Allegri didn't say anything, and he didn't ask. He just continued the work at hand. Mance was methodical, but there was an indescribable sense of smoothness.  "Senior, your swordsmanship is pretty good." After a while, when he saw the old man standing up with a rusty hatchet in his hands and about to leave, Allegri quickly approached him and chatted clumsily.  "That's not bad," the old man spat mercilessly and cursed.  "If you have something to say, just say it. Don't be whiny and like a girl." "Senior, I'll buy you a drink." Allegri said with a smile.  "Do you know what kind of wine this is?" The old man glanced at it and stopped.  "TaRam?" Allegri raised the bottle and recited the words on the nameplate.  The weird thing is.  That was not the common language of the mainland, but some kind of ancient magical language. Without the special training of Teacher Hersius, he really wouldn't have been able to recognize it.  "Huh?" Zenis was stunned and finally looked at Allegri. "Do you know what it means?" "Time, or time, in short, is a relatively abstract concept." Allegri was not  very sure.  "Yes. Time," the old man sighed, and then waved, "Come in." The low wooden house, the small round window, the hammock woven with cables, and the furnishings in the house gave Allegri a neat feeling.  .  It's like a cabin, it seems like you can hear it if you close your eyes.  The sound of ebb and flow.  "Sit down." Zenis took off the knife hanging on the wall and said casually.  But Allegri searched for a long time and couldn't find a seat, so he could only sit on the hammock cautiously.  The old man inserted the cork with the tip of the knife, clapped his hand, and pried open the wine bottle.  He doesn't use a cup either.  They just drank from each other. After a while, they breathed a long sigh of relief and asked, "Since I know Talam. You must be a mage or a scholar. Why did you end up working as a coolie on the dock?" "To be honest, senior, I did indeed  He is a mage," Allegri hesitated for a moment, but replied truthfully, "but he was killed by an adulterer, and now he is not even a first-level mage." "So you want to learn swordsmanship from me?"  Nice stared at him with one eye, "Then cut off the enemy's head?" "I'm afraid it will be difficult," Allegri smiled bitterly and shook his head, "I learned martial arts from my senior, not for revenge, but to live a good life.  Even better, at least you don¡¯t have to carry bags every day.¡± Hearing this, Zenis was startled at first, and then sneered, ¡°If that¡¯s the case, then why are you learning a knife? It¡¯s easy to find a job.  Allegri replied honestly, "I just went to the mercenary union to find out. An intermediate warrior can earn two gold coins in half a month." "Intermediate level, do you think it's that easy?" The old man said before he finished speaking.  Luo, suddenly made a move, turned his fingers into a knife, and slashed down diagonally.  After the transformation of the "Light Godhead", Allegri not only increased his physical strength, but also greatly accelerated his reaction speed, reaching out to block.  The old man was slightly surprised. He bent his elbow and struck the opponent.  But Allegri just swayed and didn't even feel pain.  "Punch me." Zenis walked around him, occasionally squeezing his muscles, as if to confirm something, and then made such a ridiculous request.  "Huh?" Allegri thought he heard wrongly.  "Punch me and I won't fight back," the old man repeated, standing with his palms on his chestIn front of him, he promised, "If you can force me to retreat, I will teach you my martial arts skills." Are you going to test your talent?  Allegri thought to himself as he stood firm and began to stretch his muscles.  "Hurry up and take action." Seeing that he was still warming up, Zenis urged impatiently.  Allegri collected his fist and then punched out.  The fists and palms met, and there was a muffled sound. The old man felt a huge force coming and moved involuntarily.  It was only a few centimeters, but Zenis had no intention of denying it. He took another sip of the wine called "Time" and ordered, "Okay, starting from tomorrow, come to my place at seven o'clock every night." **  **** I got off work at six o'clock and went back to the tavern to have something to eat and a glass of ale. It happened to be around seven o'clock.  Seeing that Allegri was still full of energy after carrying the bag all day, Zenis nodded with satisfaction and said, "It seems that you are really talented. Not only do you have the strength and reflexes of a mid-level warrior, but you also have outstanding endurance and recovery ability.  "Teacher, where should we start?" Allegri changed his name. Naturally, he would not tell the existence of the "Light Godhead", and even if he did, Zenis would not believe it.  "Chop the firewood," the old man threw the hatchet to him casually, and he sat aside and demanded, "First chop this pile of firewood and divide it into four pieces. Each piece must be about the same size."  He nodded and bent over to chop wood.  The rusty hatchet is not sharp, but Allegri's brute strength can break the wood even if he smashes it.  Zenis looked at it for a while and then scolded him, "Do you think you are blacksmithing? Look for the grain. Cut it with one knife and don't stop halfway." Allegri acted according to the law and saw him squinting to distinguish the grain.  , the old man stood up, took off the wind lantern under the eaves, and hung it on a nearby pillar.  I don¡¯t know what kind of lamp oil was used.  The fire was bright, and Allegri spent an hour chopping wood under this light.  "It's time to practice swinging your sword." Zenis muttered, walking over and picking up a piece of dry wood. ? ****** It wasn¡¯t until 11 o¡¯clock in the night that Allegri, whose arms were sore, went back to the house to rest.  On the stairs, he met Beverly, who was wearing heavy makeup. He estimated that it was time for her to go to work.  "What did you do?" the woman stopped him.  asked.  "Go to Lao Dao for advice." Allegri replied casually. This matter cannot be hidden, and there is no need to hide it.  "Just because of your body?" Beverly laughed out of habit, but soon remembered, "I forgot, you are a strong man, right, Mr. Egg?" "I didn't lie to you.  "My full name is Igor Allegri," Allegri explained, hearing the dissatisfaction in her tone.  Speaking of which, there are only three people in Dover who know his real name.  Those were the street mage Zanava, the big man Logan, and the nightingale Beverly before him.  "Okay, Egg." Beverly touched his chest and said with a charming smile, "If I don't have any business tonight, can you show me how strong you are?"  Post it.  Allegri scratched his head in embarrassment and fled quickly, with Beverly's proud laughter coming from behind.  It¡¯s better to move out as soon as possible to avoid getting into any trouble, but in that case, it will be inconvenient to learn skills from Zenis.  Allegri was in a dilemma.  He opened the door, and Simba, the big guard dog, pounced on him, wagging his tail affectionately. After getting familiar with him, he was no longer as aloof as before.  "I'm so tired, Simba." Allegri touched its head and lay down directly on the bed.  When he was practicing swinging his sword, Zenis directly used his energy to suppress him, which was even heavier than a sandbag tied to him.  This old man¡¯s energy is really strong, and he can actually sustain it for such a long time.  Allegri thought, only after lying down did the soreness surge up like a tide, washing over every corner of his body.  The big dog cleverly hit the door with his head and lay back in the corner.  Allegri fell asleep quickly, leaving only the "light godhead" behind, working tirelessly to help him recover. ? ****** ? Sleep is indeed a good medicine. When he got up the next day, Allegri felt relaxed and energetic.  He called the big dog and went to eat a not rich but filling breakfast, then headed to the dock and started the day's work.  This is also his only source of income right now.  "Coming?" Wayne greeted him.  This yellow-faced man lives in a shanty town on the bay side, and he still holds a half-eaten piece of bread in his hand.  "Brother Wayne." Allegri nodded.  Unlike him, Wayne still had three children to feed, so at dawn, he would go to the fish market to help, and then rush to the dock non-stop, even having breakfastNot even bothering to eat.  "Gather, gather!" Barron's loud voice sounded, and merchant ships began to enter the port.  Allegri ran to the other end of the causeway together with the devouring Wayne.  On the white flag, there is a small sky blue flower embroidered, which should be the emblem of a certain trading company.  "Oh, it's the little blue flower again." The person next to him sighed, but Allegri was a little confused.  "This is the largest trading house in the north, with the emblem of 'Cornflower'. They are a famous mining giant. It is said that they also have many business dealings with the big businessmen of the Tolm Federation." Wayne introduced it.  "That's right," Allegri nodded and asked casually, "But these days, why haven't I seen merchant ships from the mainland?" "In the past, Torm's merchant ships would come to Seran every quarter. They  The emblem seems to be a flower," Wayne shrugged. "We were supposed to arrive in Hong Kong on the 15th of last month, but they didn't arrive. It is said that there was a fight over there, so they won't come back.  Send out a merchant ship" "Xiaohua? It should be the 'Shanghai Flower' merchant clan," Allegri guessed. "Shanghai Flower" and "Feilun" are both one of the six major merchant clans, but they have constant friction with each other.  I heard Grand mention it once.  "Yes, it's the 'Flower of the Sea'," he reminded, and Wayne also remembered. "I heard from the sailors that their large whalebone ship is close to the performance of the 'Magic Sailing Ship'." "Naseran's  Will the ship go to the mainland?" Allegri asked subconsciously, even though he tried to avoid it, deep down in his heart, he still wanted to go back.  "Why go?" Wayne asked in confusion, "We Seran don't lack anything, why do we have to go through all the hardships to do business with mainlanders?" "That's right." Allegri agreed, but in his heart  He sighed secretly.  How on earth should we cross this vast ocean of thousands of miles?  The sea water came in, the merchant ships docked, and the busy day began again.  **** "Your body is considered to be at the intermediate level, but your martial arts skills are still not good enough," Zenis said in a deep voice while sitting on the haystack, "With your qualifications, if you want to reach the elementary or even intermediate level, you have to  It's not difficult, but it's ten times more difficult than others to gain energy and advance to a higher level. "Teacher, why?" Allegri looked up and asked while chopping firewood.  After a week of training, he has become a journeyman.  Use a knife to cut it, penetrate it from the top of the firewood, and evenly divide it into two halves.  When the second knife came out, four pieces of wood fell down. He picked them up and threw them aside.  "Only by knowing your body well and fully controlling every muscle can you gradually develop energy and sublimate your martial arts skills," Zenis explained, "But your strength is too strong. Without the process of tempering every minute, you can only  Only by working harder can you gain some insights." Allegri wanted to say that the middle level was enough. He would eventually restore his magic power, and martial arts was just a means.  But thinking of the old man's bad temper, he wisely swallowed these words and said, "Teacher, don't worry, I will do my best." "Okay," Zenis said with satisfaction, "If this continues, you  Your martial arts skills are bound to be better than those of others. Maybe twenty years from now, you will become the first legendary warrior in Seran's history." Allegri chuckled, disapproving.  Over there in the stables, the big dog Simba also barked twice. He was bored.  "You beast, don't disturb him," Zenis jumped down from the haystack and greeted, "Come, I will take you out for a walk." The big dog looked at Allegri, and when he nodded in agreement, he followed the old man outside.  Go.  Not long after, Beverly came over with a wooden basin amid the sound of footsteps, and stopped to watch curiously.  "What are you looking at?" Allegri snorted as his whole body went crazy when she looked at him.  "Hey, our Mr. Swordsman has a pretty bad temper," Beverly laughed, "But this is the first time I've seen a swordsman who chops wood every day." He knew she had nothing nice to say, Allegri's face  It was dark and too lazy to pay attention.  ¡­(To be continued¡­) ps: (Update! Update!)
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