"Who's making a lot of noise outside?"

A middle-aged man dressed as a swordsman walked out of the dojo, he was slightly vigilant, and pressed one hand on the hilt of the sword, giving the overall impression that it was a sword that could be unsheathed at any time.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, it's really a sin to disturb your disciple's sword practice." Jeno took the initiative to take responsibility, which is strange to say, it was Yasuo who quarreled with others, but now he is asking him to bear the fault.

"Who are you? The noodles are very raw, and they don't look like locals. ”

Jeno's humble attitude softened the middle-aged man's angry face a little, but there was still a hint of wariness on his face, because it was a time of war, and anyone who could should be more vigilant in order to prevent the gap sent by Noxus from breaking inside.

"Martial arts in the world, only fast is not broken. I heard early in the morning that your swordsmanship is known for its fastness, so I came to watch one or two, and when I saw the amazing place just now, I sighed for a while, and I didn't mean to be noisy. ”

Jeno doesn't care about anything, he will praise him first, and praise the other party for being comfortable, as long as he will be able to do it later.

He uses misleading statements to make the other party think that he is a swordsman, so as to give the other party the illusion of sympathy for him.

The traditional Ionians have always been honest and honest with others, so they never doubted the truth of others' words.

Sure enough, after the other party listened to Jeno's praise, the ice and snow on his face turned into a spring breeze, and he said with a smile: "It turns out that this brother is also a sword practitioner, so why don't you go into the dojo and watch closer?" If you want to learn from each other, there is also a venue for us to learn a few tricks, please be sure to let my proud disciples know what it means to have someone outside the world. ”

The middle-aged man who was a teacher rarely saw a foreign swordsman, and when he saw the hunting, he immediately wanted to let Jeno use the swordsmanship of other factions to give his disciples a long look and teach them a good lesson.

In the face of the other party's kind invitation, Jeno suddenly stiffened.

His exploration of swordsmanship stopped at the few killing moves he learned in the Blue Smoke Manor, and he only knew how to use it to kill, without any in-depth research at all.

"Ahem." Faced with this situation, Jeno coughed violently twice, and the sound of coughing up was like a cracked bellows. Because he hadn't figured out how to shirk it, he used a diversionary method to delay the time.

"Ahem? What's wrong? Could it be that you have tuberculosis? The middle-aged man looked at Jeno in surprise and subconsciously took two steps back.

Tuberculosis?

Jeno snickered secretly, he didn't expect the other party to be so brain-filling.

Tuberculosis is tuberculosis and is contagious.

If Jeno follows the other party's brain supplement, then this master will definitely worry that he will infect his disciples with tuberculosis, so as to turn Jano away, so that Jeno will not fall into the dilemma of being exposed in front of everyone.

However, Jeno did not intend to do so.

"This master, you think too much, I didn't get tuberculosis...... I didn't go in because I didn't have a sword. Jeno said with a sigh.

The other party was stunned for a moment, only to realize that Jeno really didn't have a sword on him, and then he said nonchalantly: "If you want a sword, our dojo is too far away, enough for you to pick out the weapons you can use." ”

But Jeno shook his head, his expression immediately becoming lonely.

"I used to have a sword, but yesterday I was robbed by the Noxian army around here, and my lung wound fell at that time."

"Noxians? They actually hit the neighborhood? Why didn't anyone from the town come to inform us to join the army this year? The middle-aged man suddenly became a soldier and looked around, trying in vain to find clues about the Noxian army.

During the last Noai War, the rebels came to the mountain gate to draw strong men to join a nearby battle. Master Soma asked all his disciples to temporarily join the rebels, wrapping Yong'en, who was the same generation as the middle-aged man, and leaving Yasuo, who had not yet been tempered, to meditate indoors.

"I've heard that the Brotherhood fighters are suffering heavy casualties on the front lines, and this time Noxus is so menacing that they can't resist it. The rebels, on the other hand, stayed in Presidon to gather strength and were ready to fight on their backs. I don't think they're going to come to the house this time to draw the strong men, because the leader of the resistance, the Blade Dancer, is already calling on all forces to go to Presidium to join them, and this time it's up to us to do it. ”

Jeno went around in circles, and finally got what he wanted to say back to the beginning.

"This master, why don't you lead your disciples now, follow me to Presidium to join the rebels, and fight for Ionia!"

"No, it's not something I can decide alone, I have to ask a few senior brothers."

The middle-aged man shook his head repeatedly, and then rushed into the meditation room of the dojo like a gust of wind.

Jeno took advantage of the middle-aged man's absence, looking around for Yasuo's traces, but he seemed to have evaporated from the world, if Jeno could still smell the slight smell of Yasuo's wine, he would have begun to wonder if he was talking to a ghost just now.

For some reason, Jeno always felt like he heard a melodious flute sound, looming.

In less than a stick of incense, the middle-aged man came out just now, and along with several of his senior brothers and sisters, he directly surrounded Jeno in front of the gate.

Those disciples who practiced swords didn't have the heart to practice swords anymore when they saw the battle outside the door, and looked out with their probes probed.

"Little brother, is it true that the Noxian army you said appeared nearby? It's no joke. An elder who was more than half a hundred years old came to Jeno in a hurry, his robe was windless, hunting, and his body was carrying a strong incense.

"If it's true, it's serious." Another master chimed in.

"The news of the appearance of the Noxus army is true, and it is also true that Prexidian is gathering troops, I think you all know Ruiwen, right?"

When the name Rui Wen was mentioned, everyone was in an uproar, and some people's painful memories of the war were ignited, turned into anger, and they cursed.

"The Noxians who killed Elder Soma?! I'll just say she's an absolute mole, and now she's bringing the army of Noxus again! ”

Most of the people here are unhappy with Rivan's verdict, and this dissatisfaction has been accumulating for more than a decade.

They are a radical group of people who believe that the murderer should be brought to justice on the spot, rather than giving her the right to live, not to mention that Riven was once a Noxian soldier who raised a butcher's knife against them! That's even more unforgiving.

But at the same time, they are a group of people who abide by tradition, and since the magistrate has made a judgment of re-education through labor, no one dares to kill them even if they are dissatisfied.