Light String thinks that he should buy some dry food in case he gets hungry on the road, and by the way, he can also ask about his surroundings and the next location. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

Putting the dry food in a package and putting it on his waist, he asked the shopkeeper, "So, I want to know, where is the nearest village or town outside Daqing Mountain?"

The shopkeeper accepted a few coins handed to him by the light string, looked at the south and said, "Walking towards the southwest, you can reach Daqing City beyond Daqing Mountain in ten days, but it will be faster to drive a horse or take a carriage."

Strings nodded, thanked him, and left.

Before noon, patting the dust off his shoulders and heading southwest, Light String tried to find a horse in the village, but he was told that my only groom had gone out of the village to do business, and had taken all the horses away.

Light String didn't know how many horses all the horses were, or what kind of creatures the horse and carriage were, whether the two creatures were related.

When he asked the shopkeeper like this, his face was also stunned, and then he gave a helpless expression.

Explaining to himself what kind of existence the horse and carriage were, he nodded ignorantly.

So I had to go on foot, the sun was a little hot, and now it was the height of summer, and I walked for half a day, and I came to the foot of a mountain, like a man-made shed, and sat under a stone that looked like a hollow, and the maker was very considerate, there was a pool of water, and after a while, I continued on my way.

At night, find a dry place to sit in the corner, roasting a campfire and holding the Black Feather Sword.

I have eaten rice balls that have been roasted by the flame, and I am a little mushy, and my barbecue skills are not so good, and I am bored and not sleepy.

Standing up and drawing his sword, Light String stood in the open space and began to practice his sword skills.

Stabbing, sword slashing, and horizontal slashing are just the most basic moves, but often the most basic moves are the composition of the sword shadow.

The black hilt, the bright silver blade, and the cold blade of the sword are indistinguishable from ordinary Miao knives except for the faint pattern of feathers engraved on the scabbard.

But the light string who knew its power knew that the Black Feather Sword was the personal weapon of an elder in the dojo, and this sword had killed countless bodies, been baptized with blood many times, and deprived of many souls.

Although it is not as good as Yasuo's dragon scale knife, it can also be regarded as a high-grade treasure and a famous weapon of the dojo.

The Black Feather Sword was covered with a green whirl, drawing different moves with the movements of the arms and wrists, swinging in the air, and every time the air was cut, the wind gushing out of his feet would make the bonfire tremble.

It's a little lonely, this is no longer a wind dojo, and no one will watch him dance his sword like Naji.

It was very quiet, the crackling sound of the flames gave people a warm and peaceful feeling, the chirping of various creatures came from the mountain stream, and the light string had also lived many nights like this, although it was customary, but only the sound of the sword dance breaking the wind could bring a little peace of mind to himself.

When you are alone, it is easy for memories to occupy the tired brain after imagining the future, remembering the man's deadly wind and sharp sword.

The sound of breaking wind gradually increased, and the moon-white fire of the sword blade was exchanged more frequently, and before I knew it, the wind gushing out of my body had blown away the weeds and stones under my feet.

I don't know how long I remembered this, but when I came back to my senses, I saw that the bonfire was blown in a mess, and only a few wooden sticks were left to burn in the distance, and the ground under my feet was bare.

I'm a little tired, and although I've mastered the sword technique of resisting the wind, I don't have the talent to use it casually like Yasuo.

It seems that he has made a mess around him, and his own food has been blown away.

It's not easy to control the wind, so Light String admires Yasuo while hating him.

Perhaps that's why I adored him in the first place.

"Shhh...... Ka. ”

Lift the scabbard and swing the black feather in the air a few times and slowly withdraw it into the scabbard.

Bright silver twisted dazzling on the blade, his favorite color.

The Iron Blade has been with him for more than ten years, and he is the only existence he trusts.

Sword.

I couldn't help but sigh as I looked at the shattered campfire.

"It's okay, the moon is with me."

Through the light of the full moon, Light String walked over and recollected the wooden stick that had been blown away by himself and lit it, then leaned to the side and hugged Black Feather tightly, closed his eyes and breathed steadily.

Hugging tightly, the black feather can bring him a sense of security, a sense of security that is cold in steel.

When did I think that such a peaceful and wandering life was in the years since Noxus invaded Ionia.

The Ionian regime was not completely isolated from the rest of the world, and had relatively little contact with the outside world.

In a country that is completely self-sufficient, people live very happily and can live well without the help of external forces.

But there are always some forces that will target these people who have no quarrel with the world.

Noxus vs. Bilgewater.

Both countries were extremely hostile to Ionia, and the army of Noxus had arrived in Ionia's ports on the ships of Bilgewater.

Ionia, which had no military system, won the war entirely by relying on those hermits and external forces.

The War College, they mainly mediate the existence of war and continental order, and the emissary of Ionia went to the War College to ask to join the League of Legends but was assassinated countless times by the assassins of Noxus.

The light was covered by the curtain ink, the eyelids were very heavy, and he should have fallen asleep, but it seemed that his feelings had not rested.

What does color say in the dark?

Help me. Whispering in your ear.

What do you mean! What is that?

Help me! Gently whisk your neck.

Light String opened his eyes, unwilling to regain his gaze, and the fire continued, looking left and right into the darkness.

"Who is that?"

He asked softly, his eyes searching.

Still, only darkness responds to him.

"Yes, who, whispers in your ear?"

He asked in the other direction.

The wind gently blows the weeds.

There was still no one, and I clearly saw the color, and then I whispered in my ears.

Couldn't it be a hallucination?

Just as Light String was puzzled, the voice shook violently in his chest.

Help me!

The light string struck a stirring spirit, stood up and stroked his heart that had just been beating wildly, gasping.

"It's, it's the girl."

I heard it, it was that direction, and this was the girl with colored eyes.

Help me? Help me!

Light String couldn't help but want to pick up his bag and pick up the black feather and run towards the village.

"It's not far away, you should be able to arrive, wait for me, don't have anything!"

Eager, with great eagerness in his heart, he ran forward despite the darkness under the moon.

It makes sense that he has to go back, because he heard those three words.

This is to repay the kindness of others, and it is also my own righteous feelings.

This is the teaching of the Master and the elders.