Ionia, at the foot of the Dragon Crest Mountains.

More than a dozen ox carts pulling refined logs and fired stone bricks slowly move up the gentle slopes of the hill, and the materials are transported to the newly built monastery to form part of the steep mountain.

Three warriors with similar martial arts uniforms and styles hurriedly ran up from the bottom of the mountain, and soon ran over the convoy towards the mountain, as if there was something important.

The leader of the convoy frowned, raised his eyes and looked at the temple standing on the cliff thousands of kilometers away, the temple did not have the grandeur of the temple a month ago, but this time when he looked at it, the temple already had the solemn meaning of an ancient temple.

"Is the way of equilibrium really for Ionia?"

It's not just the Ionians who have this question, in fact, the understanding of the way of equilibrium is limited to the psychic individual, as the famous Presian, the master of the spiritual realm of Ionia, the spiritual realm of Ionia, the spiritual consciousness founded a sect is not unusual, as for what the doctrine of the Equilibrium sect is, it is insignificant.

"Whether it is suitable or not, only time will know."

"yes, only time knows ......"

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

The design style of the Balanced Temple is unique, according to the design goals of the architectural master, the temple built on the mountain is roughly divided into four major sections, and the Balanced Hall in the center is guarded.

In the open land of the East, there will be a temple to nourish the heart, and it will be quiet and peaceful day and night in the bamboo forest and green plants, which is a holy place for balanced believers to meditate and practice and explore the spiritual realm.

In the west, wooden trestle bridges were built on the steep rock walls of the rocks with mortise and tenon structures, and on the abrupt platform of the mountain, a hanging temple was built to connect the surrounding areas, and the hanging temple was inhabited by a core of believers who had a deep understanding of the teachings and had a certain strength, and these believers were also the main force of the mission.

The Hanging Sword Peak in the north guards the mountaineering road of Longcrest Mountain, the peak is windy and snowy all day long, there are several rare cultivation medicinal materials, it is a rare holy place for ascetics,

In the south, close to the road down the mountain is the largest area of the Evangelistic Temple, which is subdivided into the martial arts arena and the Equilibrium Inn, which is the initial place for the new entry Equilibrium Sect disciples to practice and enter the Church, and most of the outsiders and visitors also stop at the Preaching Temple, only a small number of people can get the invitation of the Equilibrium Sect Master to go to the central Equilibrium Hall to learn the way of Equilibrium, as for the Hanging Temple, the Hanging Sword Peak and the Heart Cultivation Hall, generally speaking, they are not open to the public, and only the core disciples of the sect can go.

After several years of construction, the current balance temple has built the basic framework of the main hall in the center and the southern preaching temple, and if you want to complete it completely according to the construction blueprint, I am afraid that it will not be dozens or hundreds of years of nonsense.

When the convoy slowly stopped at the Evangelistic Temple, in the Hall of Equilibrium, the head of the Equilibrium Sect, Lingjue, was demonstrating the self-created demon swordsmanship for the core disciples.

A steel sword is vigorous in Lingjue's hands, and the momentum is compelling, and the agile body can advance or retreat, avoid and block, and it is quite dazzling.

After demonstrating it twice, Lingjue deliberately slowed down and showed the routine twice again in the way of dismantling and decomposing the routine, and then distributed the wooden sword, allowing a dozen teenagers and girls to start practicing on their own.

The master introduces the door, the practice is personal, and the spiritual sense is just to teach his own hard work, and how much he can learn depends on the talent and hard work of the apprentice.

"Lord Lingjue, Lord Phantom Snow is back, she seems to be a little injured, she asked me to call you over."

A disciple came running from outside the hall, and Lingjue arranged for his eldest disciple, asking the eldest disciple to continue to supervise and teach the demon swordsmanship, and he walked towards the preaching temple.

All the way to the south, the terrain gradually lowered, and after crossing two mountain roads, Lingjue came to the Evangelistic Temple at the foot of the mountain, and soon found the room of Phantom Snow.

"Phantom snow?"

"Master Lingjue, please come in."

A cold voice came from inside the door.

Stepping into the door, a bloody breath came to his face, and seeing that the girl's lower abdomen was already wrapped in a thick bandage, Lingjue couldn't help frowning.

The injuries that had been treated by the Spirit Summoner were all so severe, and it was clear that the girl was in extraordinary danger this time.

"How could you be so badly injured?"

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

The girl's face remained indifferent all the time, and there was not a trace of a smile in sight.

"I came to Master Lingjue to come over, I want to go back to the master to recuperate for a while, after all, this small injury will not heal for a while, instead of wasting time lying in the temple, it is better to go back and see Master and Awat."

Naturally, Lingjue will not disagree with a reasonable request.

"Need I arrange a carriage?"

"No need, I'm not so squeamish, lie down for another night, and I'll go back tomorrow."

From beginning to end, the girl is just explaining things, and nothing else, just like when she kills someone, and if you look closely, the girl always has an indifference that rejects people thousands of miles away.

Lingjue knew that this indifference was not directed at himself, but also at himself, and it was only because he called Liszt away that something like that happened, and Phantom Snow had always secretly hated herself, but she never showed it.

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

Half a year has passed, and even Lingju, who has great trust in Lyster's strength, has abandoned the idea of luck, and he has to admit that his best friend and disciple Elena has completely disappeared, and the two have been lost in the spiritual maze, and it is likely that their bones have long been gone, just like the ancestor of the Hidden Dragon.

The last pull of Lyster left his own life, otherwise, I am afraid that he will also die in a mental maze, and the Balance Sect will fall apart under the plot of the Assassin Alliance.

It is not easy to deal with the big family of the Equilibrium Sect when the mercenary money can be paid, in the period when Karma has been reincarnated, without the support of the Ekatiu family, even Lingjue will feel difficult, the pressure brought to him by the deep-rooted ancient Ionian clan is much greater than imagined, assassination is only the lowest means, the exchange of interests and the oppression of power are the things that give him the most headache, he is not afraid of hundreds of masked people killing people and setting fire along the way, he is only afraid of three or four old guys who are dying of old men and light crutches, Lightly said, 'It's not a good change for Ionia, let's tear it down'.

In the eyes of most old people, Ionia is the best Ionia that does not change in any way, and even a balanced monastery based on maintaining the stability and balance of Ionia is an unnecessary 'wind of change' in the eyes of those old stubborn.

If it doesn't have to exist, it should be erased, and in order to resist this pressure, the spiritual sense has paid a lot of price, so that the Temple of Equilibrium has not been bulldozed all the way by those warriors who uphold the natural way of Ionia.

Shaking his head, Lingjue remembered another guy who was making people feel troubled,

This purple-skinned bald man, who was entangled with himself, had been wandering around the Presidium for several months, asking around about Liszt's condition, and had all the way to the Equilibrium Monastery to live, which was quite like taking root on the spot.

If it weren't for the peaceful attitude, judging from the bald man's actions alone, the two would simply be enemies of life and death, chasing the ends of the earth.

As for the identity of the purple-skinned bald man, Lingjue, who has a family intelligence network, of course knows that the wandering mage named Ruiz is a disciple of Tyrus, the master of the magic association who studied under Fuguang Island, Ruiz searched for world runes around the world in the name of wandering, judging from the disasters brought by the world runes, Ruiz's actions are still worthy of respect, as for why he found his best friend Liszt, Lingjue can only guess that it is probably related to runes.

For Lingjue, no matter whether Liszt had any runes or not, he would not betray any information about Liszt, and since the person was gone, it was meaningless to say anything, so Ruiz only got a perfunctory respectful attitude.

Ruiz is not an unreasonable person, knowing that Lingjue 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 no longer deliberately entangle.

At present, Ruiz is living in the Evangelistic Temple of the Equilibrium Temple, living a rare peaceful life, no matter how strong his willpower is, Ruiz also has real tired times, and the thriving Evangelistic Temple is a good place for Ruiz to rest.

For Ruize's small request, Lingjue naturally will not refuse, in fact, he also likes the feeling of sitting and talking with Ruize, as a traveler who travels around the world, Ruize knows the customs and various interesting secrets are enough to make Lingjue refreshed.

"That guy from Ruiz...... Could it be that Liszt really ...... Forget it, the people are gone, and it's useless to say anything. ”

With a twist of footsteps, Psi walked towards Ryze's residence.

Seeing Lingjue leave, the little white wolf who was hiding in the treetops and perfectly concealing his aura jumped down, turned around and ran away.

"Meaning? Am I dazzled? ”

A disciple of the Equilibrium Sect rubbed his eyes, and the flash of white had disappeared.

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As the sky darkened, the beautiful sunset of the temple had dissipated, and Phantom Snow struggled to get out of bed and close the wooden window.

She used to like the sunset of Ionia very much, and the bright golden pillars of light of different thicknesses that shone down from the gaps in the dense clouds pierced the light veil-like mist between the trees, like a pure fairy walking on the shore of a sparkling lake.

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This is the static beauty unique to Ionia, in the past, she saw the tenacity and unyielding fiery fire of life in the sunset, but now she only saw the loneliness and sadness under the sunset.

Holding back the pain in her lower abdomen, Phantom Snow lit the candle.

The dark blood scythe given to him by a man on the table was wiped clean, but Phantom Snow could still smell the thick smell of blood.

The scythe, which had placed all her good hopes on her, had unknowingly turned into a scarlet thing, but she was willing to pursue it, just to find a touch of peace between life and death.

Holding a flying sickle in his hand, he is obsessed with killing, as if he is still accompanied and cared for, and every time he kills an enemy, it is the redemption of that person for himself.

The reason why she joined the Sect of Equilibrium was only because the man had such expectations of her.

As a result, the man who had expectations for himself never returned.

No, except for this touch of blood, all expectations are gone.

Dying in a vigorous battle has become the girl's last pursuit, and the fog can only be entrusted to her junior brother after all, and she still embarked on the path of her senior sister after all.

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

It's so cold, and the body is so cold......

"Light Snow ......"

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

She sat up from the bed, the wound was torn, and blood oozed from her lower abdomen again, but the girl didn't care at all, and looked in the direction from which the voice came.

I don't know when, there is already a strange life in my room, it seems to be a juvenile Northland snow wolf, and its body exudes a strange magical aura.

"Woo~"

The pretty young wolf made a milky whirring sound and had a small baggage in its mouth.

The body relaxed, but the girl's face was full of disappointment, and she wiped the tears from the corners of her eyes.

"Sure enough, I still can't let you go...... I can't let go of ...... in my life."

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

"Strange little one, who told you to bring something for me?"

"Woo woo~"

Originally, it was just a casual question, but the girl was surprised to find that the little wolf actually nodded seriously, and stuck out his tongue to sell cute.

Such spiritual creatures exist in Ionia, but they are rare, and Phantom Snow did not expect that she would meet one day.

The extraordinary cute thing made the girl let down her guard a little, knowing that the little wolf was showing favor to herself, the girl wanted to get down from the bed and touch the little wolf, but saw that the little wolf actually took the initiative to jump on the bed, as if he wanted to drill into his arms.

I didn't want to be too intimate, but the girl found that her body didn't reject contact with the little wolf at all, and in the hesitation, the little wolf had already jumped into her arms, and the girl no longer refused, and hugged her.

Sniffing the bloody breath, two mountains were pressed on his head, and the little wolf who endured the humiliation and burden let out a whimper, looking pitiful.

"Okay, okay, I'm fine, I can't die from this little injury."

The girl stroked the little wolf's soft wolf fur a few times, and suddenly felt that her mind was a little dizzy, and her heart tightened.

Phantom Snow didn't expect that her always vigilant self would overturn in this way, and Lyster didn't expect that the sleeping magic she learned from Omelia would actually be used on Phantom Snow's body, and she also sold Phantom Snow in the way of a little wolf cub.

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

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

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

The language was full of reproach, but Lyster knew the reason why the girl was so cheap, and her breathing couldn't help but be a little confused.

"This is the evil fate that can't be avoided, you can't let go of me, I ...... I can't let you go. ”

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

Originally, he decided to directly bring the letters and inheritance left by the hidden dragon to the Misty Hidden Stream Master Eris, but unknowingly came to the Equilibrium Temple, just because he knew that the girl who cared about him the most in Ionia was likely to be here.

Originally, he just wanted to take a look at it like Lingjue and leave, so that Liszt, who had the emotions of Elena and Xiyue, was buried in a mental maze, but the man couldn't watch the hesitant girl continue to walk with the will to die, and give away his life alone.

The love thread in his heart has been completely cut off at the moment when Elena died, but the past love debt can't be let go, not to mention Xiyue's junior sister, he can't let it go.

After healing the girl's wounds, and checking the girl's other injuries, and healing several other unhealed wounds, Lyster helped the girl cover the quilt, got up from the bed, and found charcoal and reed paper in the drawers of the table.

The rustle of charcoal across the paper stopped, the candle went out, the sound of the girl's sleeping breathing came from the room, and in front of the dark bed, there seemed to be a dark shadow bent down and pressed against the girl's face.

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

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