"When I went, his body was randomly thrown on the outer wall, and the body was separated, not even buried, and now it's all in a box."

Just as Li Mingyao was about to leave here and go to the place Jiang Yideng said to retrieve Raleigh's body, the elusive Wang Yi'an senior appeared behind Li Mingyao again.

This time, he was holding a wooden box that he had just taken down from upstairs, which contained Raleigh's ashes.

And Wang Yi'an himself looked indifferent, not ashamed of his inaction.

To be honest, if it weren't for Li Mingyao's return, he would have wasted a lot of time, and he wouldn't even go back to retrieve Raleigh's body.

“... Senior..."Li Mingyao took Raleigh's urn a little distractedly and opened his mouth.

"Lu Xian, he... It's your apprentice, right? ”

Since he is your apprentice, why didn't you save him in the first place? Since it's your apprentice, why don't you go and make a name for him!

Li Mingyao's hand gripping the urn became tighter and tighter, his heart was constantly roaring, but his throat seemed to be stuck in something, and he couldn't make a sound.

Wang Yi'an glanced back at him, didn't speak, just turned around and returned to his room.

His room was on the first floor, and although he himself was still a legendary saint, as an old man over seventy, his room was the same as most of the old people, with only some simple and monotonous furnishings, just like a young man who had worn away his passion and enthusiasm, leaving a pale piece of paper without color.

And if there is any difference from others, it is probably that there is a table on the sunny side of the wall in the room, which is full of spiritual seats.

Wang Yi'an sat alone on the edge of the bed, looking at those spiritual positions, the cigarette in his hand had unconsciously burned to the end, and a curling smoke rose spontaneously.

After a while, what seemed to be a faint spark on a cigarette butt fell on his hand, Wang Yi'an lowered his head and shook it, then took out another palm-sized spiritual position from his pocket and placed it between the spiritual positions.

The small spiritual seat is engraved with the four small characters of 'Lu Xian's position', and there is no other complicated decoration.

"I treat him as an apprentice, but he doesn't treat me as a master."

Wang Yi'an sighed leisurely, looked at the moon rising outside the window, and he continued to sit on the bed, not feeling sleepy.

And like him, just sitting motionless, there is Li Mingyao in his room.

He still held Raleigh's ashes in his hand, and his slightly squinted eyes made it impossible to guess what he was thinking, but judging from his expression alone, it was much more stable than when he had just known about this nightmare during the day.

'When-'

The old-fashioned wall clock on the wall struck four o'clock, and Li Mingyao shook his head and recovered from his strange stunned state.

He rubbed his somewhat astringent eyes, placed Raleigh's urn on the bedside table, and hurried to the backyard.

"Shhhh

The cold morning breeze of late autumn blew, and Li Mingyao, who was a little thinly dressed, shivered involuntarily.

"Coming?"

Wang Yi'an, who was sitting in a rocking chair on the side, opened his eyes and glanced at Li Mingyao: "It's a minute late." ”

Li Mingyao nodded, not knowing what to say for a while.

After all, after he came over with that small card, he was inexplicably accepted as an apprentice by Wang Yi'an, not to mention the apprenticeship, the two had not communicated a few times at all, so after Li Mingyao calmed down, he didn't know how to face the strongest existence among the metal mages for a while.

But fortunately, Wang Yi'an didn't seem to want to talk nonsense with Li Mingyao, so he threw an iron sword leaning on the table in front of Li Mingyao, and then pointed to a plane tree in the corner of the courtyard.

"Stand below, raise your sword, arm level, and stand for half an hour."

Li Mingyao licked his lips and pulled out the iron sword inserted in front of him.

He examined it carefully, and after making sure that it was just an ordinary iron sword, he felt that his brain could not turn even more.

Could it really be that this is for him to practice his sword?!

You must know that even the sword spectrum left by his father only uses some sword moves as an auxiliary, and the most important thing is the strength of the mage's own magic, especially at the level of a mentor, any mage who comes out to release a magic is not something that can be easily resolved with one move or one style in swordsmanship, but Wang Yi'an's posture now is obviously to let him stabilize the foundation of swordsmanship.

Could it be... Should a mage really be full power crit and two-handed swords?

"Why are you stunned, add another half an hour."

Just when Li Mingyao couldn't control his cranky thoughts, Wang Yi'an roared impatiently.

Li Mingyao hurriedly took the iron sword and ran under the plane tree.

"It's also amazing, it's almost winter, and this plane tree still has leaves." Li Mingyao glanced at the yellowish leaves of the plane tree with some surprise, raised his sword and straightened his arm.

"Close your eyes."

Wang Yi'an said again.

Li Mingyao obediently did so.

When people close their eyes, they close the most important door to communicate with the world, and if they don't sleep, then it is always inevitable to think about it.

The same is true for Lee Myung-yyo, and what he thinks is really what has happened in the past few days.

Whew-

The leaves of the sycamore tree began to fall one by one.

His breathing was chaotic, his brow furrowed slightly, his hand holding the sword trembled slightly...

A chaotic wind disturbed the scattered leaves, which fluttered and danced around Li Mingyao.

And Wang Yi'an, who was sitting on the side, saw this scene, took a sip of tea, and shook his head with some disappointment.

"It's all messed up."

Two and a half hours is not long, but it is not short, but in today's Li Mingyao, it seems to be much longer.

Although he had used a similar method to hone his will and stamina when he was training outside the wall in the past, he didn't start with two and a half hours like today.

What's more, as time went by, Li Mingyao felt more and more that the iron sword in his hand was getting heavier and heavier.

But fortunately, Li Mingyao's endurance and will are much stronger than ordinary people's after detached training, and although these two and a half hours were extremely reluctant, at least he still persevered.

"Put it down."

Wang Yi'an's voice sounded, and it was like gospel to Li Mingyao, and the iron sword was thrown to the ground by him with a 'bang'.

"Forget it, add another half an hour." Wang Yi'an glanced at the iron sword that was thrown on the ground by Li Mingyao and spoke.

Li Mingyao's face was stunned, although his heart was full of doubts and dissatisfaction, but due to the difference in strength between the two, he still obediently picked up the iron sword and continued to hold it.

And this half hour is longer than the two and a half hours just now, after all, once anything is interrupted, it becomes extremely difficult to continue after that.

In the past half hour, it slowly slipped away in Li Mingyao's distorted face and the cool morning sun.

Wang Yi'an's time card was very accurate, and Li Mingyao did not throw the sword on the ground this time, but leaned against the wall.

"Not stupid." Wang Yi'an nodded this time, got up and walked to Li Mingyao's side, "Stretch out your hand." ”

Li Mingyao stretched out his hand for some reason.

Then, Wang Yi'an conjured an iron ruler out of nowhere and unceremoniously knocked on the palm of Li Mingyao's hand.

"Shhhh

Li Mingyao gasped, although Wang Yi'an showed that he looked like an old man, but the strength of this moment could not be compared to the full strength of a strong man, just a moment, Li Mingyao's palm became red and swollen.

However, being stared at by Wang Yi'an's serious eyes, he didn't dare to snort directly.

Wang Yi'an took a step back and asked, "Do you know why I hit you?" ”

“... Nope..."

Syllable!

Another ruler was pumped up, and it was still the same place just now, and the force was not reduced, and this time it almost pulled out Li Mingyao's tears.

"Brother... The disciple came late. Li Mingyao gritted his teeth and said in pain.

But Wang Yi'an shook his head, stretched out his ruler and pointed to his feet, motioning for him to see for himself.

I don't know when, all the originally lush sycamore leaves fell, and the leaves fell and spread all over the ground, but only Li Mingyao did not have a single leaf within a radius of two meters.

"Your heart is in turmoil, the killing intent is too strong, and you don't even want to approach the leaves." Wang Yi'an explained lightly.