Son of the Olden Days

Cohesion? Sounds like some kind of technique?

In order not to waste the old man's energy, Saul did not raise any questions, but solemnly nodded and followed the old man's instructions.

The old man took out a small strange light blue candle and gave it to Sol, so that Sol lit it on the ground.

The candle head is very short, it seems that there is not much time limit left, and it is different from other ordinary candles after it is lit, and there is no burning smell.

"Find a position that makes you feel relaxed, sitting or lying down."

"Then clear your mind and put aside unnecessary distractions."

"This is a spiritual technique, similar to the meditation of the mages."

"The early stage may have little effect on your practice, but as your strength improves, if you are lucky enough to stand at a certain height one day, you will know that you are your greatest enemy."

Saul Yiyan sat on the wall at will, relaxed his body naturally, with one leg stretched out and the other bent, with his wrists resting on his knees.

"Close your eyes and start thinking about it."

"I don't know what you have experienced, but you have to look for it in your own memory."

"You need some emotions as a support, anger, despair, or fear of life and death. In short, the more intense the emotions, the better."

Sol closed his eyes and began to let his consciousness flow.

The persecution of the world, the cold eyes and fists around, all seem to be reasons for anger. And those lonely and struggling days, the madness that occasionally jumps in my heart to die resolutely, seems to be the source of despair.

"Not enough, more intense."

The old man's violent drink suddenly blasted in his ears, and then intermittently guided Sol.

Saul can only frown even more, searching back and forth in his short life, although he is not sure what to look for.

Very abruptly, a beautiful figure suddenly passed by vaguely in the depths of my mind.

And as that figure disappeared, like a blaze scorching through withered grass, Thor felt that his consciousness was instantly ignited.

It was the smell of hatred, strong and deep.

The old man's intermittent words still rang in his ears, but the voice has become lighter and lighter and farther and farther away.

When Saul woke up, he found himself standing in a strangely vast space.

The surroundings are empty, and the feet are like stepping on the surface of the lake, and the pure blue of gems stretches out to the surrounding area, without seeing the edge.

The sky and the distance are still vaguely dark, but there seems to be a kind of dim light on the lake surface, enough to make people see the surroundings clearly.

The sudden change in the scene shocked Saul, but he quickly realized that it should be the effect of the illusion of that small piece of strange candle head, and his own emotions also played a certain role in it. effect.

Before he had time to think more, Thor suddenly noticed that a few steps away in front of him, a black humanoid shadow appeared.

That dark shadow is very peculiar, it seems to be made up of misty black fog, without entity.

Is that...myself? !

There is no basis for this assumption, because the black shadow does not have a specific appearance, only his height and vague outline are similar to him, but this strange idea still popped up in Thor's intuition for the first time.

While Sol was observing the opponent, Sombra suddenly attacked, and Sol noticed that he was also using a dagger.

The battle happened suddenly, and Thor could only drew out his dagger to deal with it, feeling a little embarrassed in a hurry.

After the fight, Thor found that the opponent lacked fighting skills just like himself, and his movements were stiff, except that although the black shadow's attack looked unstructured, it had a kind of endless madness.

This kind of inexperienced battle is not exciting, it is more like two reckless trapped beasts fighting each other with their lives.

After a fierce confrontation, two **** wounds appeared on Thor's arm and shoulder.

In a certain gap when the shadow raised his dagger, Thor finally seized the opportunity to stab his dagger into the opponent's body. Then he pulled it out with a stern face, and quickly caused two penetrations in different positions on the opponent's body.

Then Saul saw the black smoke flowing out of the black shadow's body, rolling and falling along the dagger in his hand, but the battle did not end there.

The black shadow's movement only stopped slightly, and then the raised dagger still stubbornly slipped into the original trajectory.

At such a close distance, Saul was a little awkward in amazement, and then he suddenly felt an inevitable icy cold across his throat.

This is a very strange feeling.

After a brief icy cold in the throat, accompanied by insurmountable pain, Thor even saw blood spraying into the air from the incision in his neck.

Instinctively raised his hand to cover his throat, Saul felt that breathing began to be difficult, and then the blood overflowed with the wound and was completely unable to breathe, the whole person finally supported the ground and knelt down heavily.

In a short moment, he saw countless fragmentary and unspecific images flashing in his consciousness, his vision began to shake, and the whole world around him was shattered like cracked crystals, and then a weary darkness swept across...

"Huh...huh..."

In a blink of an eye, Thor sweated profusely and knelt on the barn floor, supporting the ground with one hand and covering his neck, panting violently, like a drowning man who was lucky enough to climb back to the shore.

"That is your consciousness space. Everything there is from your hallucinations. The enemy you face is transformed by your most intense emotions. No matter you win or lose, you will not die, and he will be your future. The enemy of a lifetime."

"Repetitive sword-swinging exercises or actual combat training will increase physical strength, and'cohesion' is a special mental technique that finds one's weaknesses by fighting against oneself."

At the end, the old man glanced at Thor with complicated eyes, and added:

"I don't know where the hatred in your heart comes from, and to what extent it has accumulated, but I hope you don't waste the rest of your life on it."

Thor was unable to respond to the old man's words for a moment, so he could only barely nod his head.

This kind of mental training is not easy, just once it made him feel intense dizziness similar to deep hunger.

It took a long time for Thor to calm down from his violent gasping. Just now, at the last moment of the consciousness space, he seemed to be killed by his own dark shadow. The extremely real illusion of death made him still have lingering fears.

Between the breaks, Sol sat against the wall and watched the old man on the haystack.

"What are you fighting for?"

In Thor, everyone has their own reasons for fighting. Some people wield their swords to protect the important people in their lives. Some people dream of engraving their names on the clan emblem. Others are entangled in the darkness and evil.

"I do not know!"

The old man gave an unexpected answer from Saul.

Moving his only right hand, the old man looked down at the palm of his finger, as if holding a shining sharp sword there.

"I have been dedicated to my swordsmanship all my life, but in the end I found sadly that it was not the most important thing in my life."

The old man's expression was a little dazed, his thoughts seemed to drift into far away memories.

"When I was seventeen, I used to dream of becoming the first person in the village to destroy the dragon."

"I walked through the forest for a few months, looking for the dragon's footsteps in the wilderness, and then I finally found the big guy in a certain valley."

"Unfortunately, when I faced it, although I felt that I was fearless, it was a pity that I mistakenly underestimated each other's strength and eventually lost my left hand."

"When I returned to the village, many people asked if I would avenge myself on it, and I answered proudly, endlessly dying."

"But actually, I never cared about that dragon again."

At the end, the old man stared at the hand where he once held the sword, his voice gradually dimmed.

"It seems that since then, I have never...never done anything."

Saul was silent, not knowing what to say.

The old man is about to reach the final stage of his life. At such a moment, any comfort is meaningless.

A person’s life is long or short. If you really have a heart, you won’t be speechless, but the old man simply mentioned a certain part of his life, and it’s still a past that has long since sunk in the river of years. .

Obviously the old man is not satisfied with his life.

Perhaps when the old man faced the dragon at the age of seventeen, he lost not only one hand, but also his sword, the sword of courage.

And that sword will never be recovered in his future life.

Coughing violently broke the silence around.

After a while, the old man pushed today's food intact towards Saul, and then waved his hand at Saul with a smile.

"Take it away, it doesn't make sense anymore. I can clearly feel that I'm about to cross the boundary of death."

"Thank you for your gift and company these past few days, you and I will say it all."

"The last moment of life, please allow me to miss it alone."

Thor swiftly ran through the alleyways, running in the dark.

He suddenly remembered that there were two lambskin bags of ale left at the bottom of the well, the old man would need it, Saul thought.

There is not much that can be done.

When he ran back to the barn with his drinks, the old man was no longer there, and only a human-shaped depression was left on the haystack, proving that anyone had stayed here.

Saul then remembered that he had been boring and focusing on high-density learning for the past three days, and had forgotten to ask the old man's name from beginning to end, and the old man never asked him.

It's like two strangers who have never met, meet occasionally, in a few words, and embark on their own journeys.

Sol remembered that he had proposed to prepare a cemetery for the old man, but the old man just shook his head flatly.

"I don't need a burial ground. At the last moment, I will find an enemy. The soldier should die in battle."

The footprints of the tree sticks and one foot in the snow stretched all the way out of the town, but Thor did not follow.

Maybe the old man had gone to find the withered snake for revenge, or maybe he was facing a giant dragon alone, continuing the dream of his youth.

Or maybe, he just wanted to leave this world silently.

Who knows?

Standing in the cold and dark alleyway, Sol seemed to see an old and lonely back, pushing open the door with difficulty and shaking away in the snow in the sky.

See you never again.

Some sad emotions rolled and spread in Saul's heart, making him at a loss.

Holding his heart, Sol silently bowed deeply in the direction where the old man left.

Maybe the world is like this, many people don't know why they were born, many people live carelessly, and many people die silently.

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