League of Legends Millennium Warlord

Ionia, at the foot of Dragon's Back Mountain.

More than a dozen ox carts pulling refined logs and fired stone bricks slowly moved up the gentle hillside, and these materials will be transported to the newly built temple and become part of the steep mountain.

Three martial artists with similar styles of martial arts uniforms hurried up from the bottom of the mountain, and quickly passed the convoy and ran up the mountain, as if there was something important to do.

The leader of the convoy frowned, and looked up at the monastery standing on the cliff a thousand meters away. A month ago, the monastery did not have the magnificent momentum it is today. Looking around this time, the temple already has the majestic appearance of an ancient temple. mean.

"Is the way of balance really suitable for Ionia?"

It’s not just an Ionian who has such doubts. In fact, most Ionians’ understanding of the way of balance is limited to individuals with spiritual awareness. As the famous Presidium, Ionia’s A master in the spiritual field, there is nothing surprising about the establishment of a sect by Lingjue. As for the teachings of the Balance Sect, it is insignificant.

"Whether it's suitable or not, only time will tell."

"Yeah, only time will tell..."

The little emotion was over, and the convoy moved on, leaving deep ruts on the dirt road.

The design style of the balanced temple is unique. According to the design goal of the architect, the temple built near the mountain is roughly divided into four parts, and the balanced hall in the center is guarded.

On the open ground in the east, there will be a Hall of Mental Cultivation, which is quiet and peaceful day and night among the bamboo forests and green plants.

On the steep rock wall in the west, a wooden trestle bridge was built with a mortise and tenon structure, and a connected hanging temple was built on the abrupt platform of the mountain. The core believers who have a deep understanding of the teachings and have a certain strength live in the hanging temple. It is also the main force for going out to perform tasks.

The Xuanjian Peak in the north guards the mountaineering road of Longji Mountain. The peak is full of wind and snow all day long. There are several rare medicinal materials for cultivation. It is a rare holy place for ascetics.

Adjacent to the road down the mountain in the south is the Budao Temple with the largest area. The Budao Temple is subdivided into the Martial Arts Field and the Balance Inn. Stopping at the Mission Temple, only a small number of people can get the invitation of the Kinkou leader to go to the central Kinkou Hall to learn the way of Kinkou. As for the Hanging Temple, the Hanging Sword Peak and the Hall of Mental Cultivation, they are generally not open to the public. , only core disciples of the sect can go there.

It has been built for several years. At present, the balance temple has also set up the basic framework of the main hall in the center and the missionary temple in the south. If it is to be completely completed according to the construction blueprint, I am afraid that it will not be dozens or hundreds of years.

When the convoy slowly stopped at the Mission Temple, in the Hall of Balance, Ling Jue, the leader of Balance, was demonstrating the demon-killing sword technique created by himself for the core disciples.

In Lingjue's hands, a steel sword was raging like a tiger, with an imposing aura, and his nimble movements could advance and retreat, avoid and block, quite dazzling.

After demonstrating twice, Lingjue deliberately slowed down, and showed the routine twice again by dismantling the moves, before distributing the wooden swords, so that more than a dozen teenagers and girls began to learn by themselves. practise.

The master introduces the door, and the practice is in the individual. The spiritual perception is just to pass on one's own hard work. How much one can learn depends on the apprentice's talent and hard work.

"Master Lingjue, Master Huanxue is back, she seems to be injured a little bit, she asked me to call you over."

Some disciples came running from outside the hall, and Lingjue arranged for his senior disciple to continue to supervise and teach him the magic-killing sword technique, while he walked towards the Budao Temple.

All the way to the south, the terrain gradually became lower and passed through two mountain roads. Lingjue came to the Mission Temple at the foot of the mountain, and soon found Huanxue's room.

"Phantom snow?"

"Master Lingjue, please come in."

A cold voice came from inside the door.

Stepping into the door, a bloody smell rushed towards the face, seeing that the girl's lower abdomen was wrapped with a thick bandage, Lingjue couldn't help frowning.

The wounds treated by the evoker were so serious, it was obvious that the girl had also encountered an unusual danger this time.

"How did you get such a serious injury?"

"There are more than one ghost, and there are two bandits with some strength. I will kill them all."

The girl's face was always indifferent, with no smile in sight.

"I came here with Master Lingjue because I wanted to go back to my teacher's school to recuperate for a while. After all, this minor injury won't heal in a while. Instead of wasting time in the monastery, it's better to go back and see Master and Awat. "

Lingjue would naturally not disagree with a reasonable request.

"Shall I arrange a carriage?"

"No need, I'm not that delicate yet, lie down for another night, and I'll go back tomorrow."

From the beginning to the end, the girl was just explaining things, and she didn't talk about anything else. It was as calm as when she killed someone. If you observe carefully, the girl always has the indifference of being thousands of miles away.

Lingjue knows that this indifference is not aimed at herself, but also directed at herself. It happened only because she called Liszt away. Huanxue has always hated herself secretly, but she never showed it.

Coming out of the girl's room, Lingjue rubbed the center of his eyebrows with some annoyance, and sighed deeply.

Half a year has passed, and even the spiritual sense who has great trust in Leicester's strength has given up the idea of ​​luck. He has to admit that his best friend and disciple Elena has completely disappeared, and the two have lost their minds. In the formation, there may have been no bones left, just like the ancestor Yinlong of Wuyinliu.

And Leicester's last pull left his own life, otherwise, he might die in a mental maze, and the Kinkou sect would fall apart under the plot of the Assassin's Alliance.

It is not easy to deal with the big families of the Kinkou sect who can afford the mercenary money. In the period when Karma has been reincarnated, without the support of the Aikaxiu family, even the spiritual sense will find it difficult. The deep-rooted Ioni The pressure brought by the Yagu clan is much greater than he imagined. Assassination is only the lowest method. The exchange of benefits and the oppression of power are the things that bother him the most. He is not afraid of hundreds of masked men coming along the way Killing and setting fire, he is only afraid that three or four old guys who are very old will lightly tap their crutches and say lightly, 'For Ionia, this is not a good change, let's tear it down'.

In the eyes of most old people, Ionia that has not undergone any changes is the best Ionia. Even a balanced temple based on maintaining the stability and balance of Ionia is not enough in the eyes of those stubborn old people. Necessary 'winds of change'.

If there is no need to exist, it should be erased. In order to resist this pressure, Lingjue has already paid a lot of price, which prevents the Temple of Equilibrium from being flattened by those warriors who uphold the natural way of Ionia.

Shaking his head, Lingjue remembered another troublesome guy,

This purple-skinned bald man who has been entangled with himself has been wandering around Prestidian for several months, inquiring about Liszt's situation, and even came to live in the Balance Temple all the way, which seems to mean taking root on the spot .

If it weren't for the peaceful attitude, judging from the behavior of the bald man, the two of them would be life-and-death enemies, the kind who chased them all over the world.

As for the identity of the purple-skinned bald man, the spiritual sense with the family intelligence network certainly knows that the wandering mage named Ryze is a disciple of Tyrus, the master of magic association on Fuguang Island. Ryze searched around the world in the name of wandering Judging from the disasters brought about by the world runes, Ryze's actions are still worthy of respect. As for why he found his best friend Liszt, his spiritual sense can only guess that it is probably related to the runes.

For Lingjue, no matter whether Liszt has any runes or not, he will not betray any information about Liszt. In addition, since the person is gone, it is meaningless to say anything, so what Ryze got Only perfunctory respectful attitude.

Ruiz is not an unreasonable person, knowing that the spiritual sense will not say much, and it is not difficult to inquire about Liszt's whereabouts. After knowing that Liszt is likely to die, he will not bother him deliberately.

At present, Ryze is living a rare and peaceful life in the missionary temple of the Balance Temple. No matter how strong his willpower is, Ryze will sometimes be really tired, and the thriving missionary temple is a good place for Ryze to rest.

For Ruiz's small request, Lingjue will naturally not refuse. In fact, he also likes the feeling of sitting and discussing with Ruiz. As a traveler who travels around the world, Ruiz understands the customs and various interesting secrets It is also enough to refresh the spiritual sense.

"That guy Ruiz... Could it be that Liszt really... Forget it, he's gone, so it's useless to say anything."

With a turn of footsteps, Lingjue walked towards Ruiz's residence.

Watching Lingjue leave, the little white wolf who hid in the treetops and perfectly concealed his aura jumped down, turned and ran away.

"Hey? Am I delusional?"

A disciple of the Balance Sect rubbed his eyes, but the flash of white had disappeared.

...

The sky dimmed, and the beautiful sunset glow of the Budao Temple had dissipated. Huanxue struggled to get off the bed and closed the wooden window.

In the past, she liked the sunset glow of Ionia very much. The golden beams of light of different thicknesses shot down from the gaps in the dense clouds, piercing through the veil-like mist in the shade of the forest, like a pure girl walking by the sparkling lake. Fairy, after lightly moving the lotus steps, let the life of Tenglong Jingyue be intoxicated in the sunset, and sleep soundly in the rest.

This is Ionia's unique static beauty. In the past, what she saw in the sunset was the tenacity and unyielding enthusiasm of life, but now she only saw the loneliness and sadness under the sunset.

Suppressing the excruciating pain in his lower abdomen, Huanxue lit the candle.

The dark blood flying scythe given to him by a certain man on the table was wiped clean, but Huanxue could still smell a strong smell of blood.

This flying sickle, which had placed all her good expectations, had unknowingly turned into a scarlet thing, but she was very happy, and she insisted on pursuing it, but it was just to find the touch of the past between life and death. It's just quiet.

Holding the flying sickle in his hand, he was obsessed with killing, as if he was still accompanied and loved. Every time he killed an enemy, it was that person's redemption for him.

The reason why she joined the Balance Sect was simply because that man had such expectations for her.

As a result, the man who had high expectations for him never came back.

Gone, except for this smear of blood, all expectations are gone.

To die in a certain vigorous battle has become the girl's last pursuit. After all, Wuyinliu can only be entrusted to her junior brother, and she has finally embarked on the path of senior sister.

Picking up the dark blood flying scythe that never left her body, the girl hugged her in her arms and curled up on the bed alone, recalling the warmth that never existed in the cold.

So cold, my body is so cold...

"Xiaoxue..."

"Brother-in-law... brother-in-law!?"

Sitting up suddenly from the bed, the wound was torn, and blood oozes from the lower abdomen again, but the girl didn't care at all, and looked in the direction of the sound.

At some point, a strange life appeared in his room. It seemed to be a young northern snow wolf, with a strange magical aura exuding from his body.

"Woo~"

The beautiful young wolf let out a milky whirring sound, with a small bundle still in its mouth.

The body relaxed, but the girl who put down the flying scythe was full of disappointment, and wiped the tears from the corners of her eyes.

"Sure enough, I still can't let you go...I won't let you go for the rest of my life..."

The little wolf let go of the little burden, and his eyes were a little complicated.

"Strange little guy, who asked you to bring something for me?"

"Wooooooo~"

It was just a casual question, but the girl was surprised to find that the little wolf nodded seriously and stuck out his tongue to show off his cuteness.

Such spiritual creatures do exist in Ionia, but they are rare. Huanxue didn't expect to meet them one day.

The extraordinary cuteness made the girl let down her guard a little bit, knowing that the little wolf was showing favor to her, the girl wanted to get off the bed to touch the little wolf, but saw the little wolf jumped on the bed on his own initiative, as if he wanted to go to bed. Drill into your arms.

Originally, she didn't want to get too close, but the girl found that her body didn't reject contact with the little wolf at all. During the time of hesitation, the little wolf had already jumped into her arms, and the girl no longer refused, and took advantage of the situation to hug him.

Sniffing the bloody smell, the little wolf who bears the burden of humiliation let out a whimper as two big mountains were pressed on his head, looking pitiful.

"Okay, okay, I'm fine, this little injury won't kill me."

The girl stroked the cub's soft fur a few times, and suddenly felt that her head was a little dizzy, and her heart tightened. Just as she realized that she had been tricked, her eyes went dark, and she lost consciousness immediately.

Huanxue didn't expect that he, who has always been vigilant, would turn over in this way, and Lester also didn't expect that the sleep magic he learned from Omelia would actually be used on Huanxue, and even used a small amount of magic to Huanxue. The way the wolf cub behaves is cute.

Helping Huanxue, who was about to fall, on the bed, Lester, who transformed into a human form, frowned, and quickly untied the blood-stained bandage.

The three-finger-long incision was originally scabbed by the medicine powder, but it was torn again due to the twisting of the body, losing the obstruction of the bandage, and the blood began to ooze out at an accelerated rate.

"This silly girl doesn't care about her body at all."

The words were full of reproaches, but Lester knew the reason why the girl humiliated him like this, so he couldn't help but feel a little confused.

"This is the evil fate that cannot be avoided. You can't let me go, and I... can't let you go either."

The man pressed his hands on the wound, and life energy slowly poured into the girl's wound from his palm.

Originally, he decided to directly bring the letter and inheritance left by Yinlong to the master of Wuyinliu, Iris, but he came to the Balance Temple unknowingly, just because he knew that the girl who missed him most in Ionia Very likely here.

Originally, he just wanted to take a look and leave just like Lingjue, and let Liszt, who was carrying the emotions of Elena and Xiyue, be buried in the spiritual maze, but the man couldn't help but watch the wandering girl continue to walk with death. , giving away his own life alone.

The love thread in his heart had been completely cut off at the moment of Elena's death, but he couldn't let go of the past love debt, let alone Xiyue's junior sister, he couldn't let it go.

Healed the girl's wound, checked the girl's other injuries, and healed several other unhealed dark wounds, Lester helped the girl cover the quilt, stood up from the bed, and found the charcoal in the desk drawer. Pen and reed paper.

The rustling sound of the charcoal pencil scratching the paper stopped, the candle was extinguished, and the sound of the sleeping girl's breathing could be heard in the room. In front of the pitch-black bed, there seemed to be a black shadow bending down and sticking to the girl's face.

Outside the door, a young silver wolf turned its head and disappeared into the night.