Yasuo crouched down beside the stream, his palms reaching into the stream and lifting it up, letting the stream run down his fingers.

Patches of pink petals slid down with the breeze and were carried away by the stream, and the whole stream shimmered in the reflection of the moonlight.

"Old man, is this it?"

The old man put the basket on the ground, he looked at the blooming flowers in the stream, and nodded slightly.

"Lord Yasuo, please enter the stream."

Hearing the old man's words, Yasuo looked at Zuo Chi beside him, and happened to see Zuo Chi shaking his head at him.

"I'm just here to see the Ionian feast, and I don't have a loved one or loved one I want to talk to."

When Zuo Chi said this again, he couldn't help but have a faint sense of loss rising in his heart.

Soon, however, he collected his emotions and stood quietly on the shore, staring at the old man in front of him and Yasuo in the stream.

Seeing Zuo Chi say this, Yasuo didn't insist anymore.

He slowly pulled off his shirt, revealing his muscular upper body, and then stepped into the glimmering stream with the Blade of the Wind in hand.

Sitting down in the middle of the stream, Yasuo held the Wind Blade in front of him, letting the stream wash over his body.

Behind him, the old man's words rang out slowly, echoing throughout the mountains and forests.

"Immerse yourself in the river of Weili, and the waves will wash away the dust."

"Flowing water is pure."

"The past is coming back!"

As the old man's words rang in Yasuo's ears, the light emitted by the blooming spirit flower in the stream also reached its peak at this moment.

And scenes from the past also slowly emerged in Yasuo's mind.

......

Yasuo was born in Ionia, a small village known for its swordsmanship, to a widow with an only son.

And the man who was supposed to be Yasuo's father blew into her mother's life like a golden autumn breeze.

Then, without waiting for the cold winter of Ionia to fall on the family, he quietly left like that lonely season, leaving only one child for the woman, Yasuo.

And the child carried by the widow naturally became Yasuo's half-brother.

He is Yon!

Growing up, Yon and Yasuo had diametrically opposed personalities.

Yasuo is straightforward, impulsive, and has an unending attachment to everything.

And his elder brother Yong'en is cautious, self-conscious, and amiable.

However, the difference in their personalities has never affected their relationship, and the two have always been close brothers.

Because of Yasuo's background, there would always be children who teased him when he was a child, but whenever this happens, Yongen will appear by Yasuo's side as soon as possible, and protect his brother at all costs.

As the two grew up, Yongen began to study at the village's famous swordsmanship dojo, and Yasuo naturally followed.

It's just that how could the swordsmanship dojo accept a child who didn't have any hair, so he was rejected.

Originally, everyone thought that Yasuo, who was rejected, should leave soon.

But to everyone's surprise, the young Yasuo knelt outside the door of the dojo like this, and knelt for many days in a row, rain or shine.

The masters finally relented, and they accepted the child, who was not yet high in the sword.

And what everyone didn't expect was that the young Yasuo really showed an unparalleled talent in kendo.

He actually became the only disciple of the entire Sword Sect who was favored by Elder Soma.

Elder Soma is the only inheritor of the contemporary Wind Sword Technique!

Since then, Yasuo and Yon have become the most gifted disciples of the Sword Sect, and have grown up little by little over time.

Until one day, Noxus' war of aggression against Ionia began!

The relentless flames of war from the Iron Empire are burning every corner of Ionia, and Yasuo's village is no exception.

When news of the Noxian invasion reached the dojo, the people were encouraged by the battle for Presidium, and soon the village was emptied.

Especially after hearing that a girl named Irelia cut off the arm of a high-ranking Noxian general, their fighting spirit is even better!

Yasuo is eager to contribute his swordsmanship on the battlefield.

However, even though his peers and older brother had left home to fight, he remained in the village.

This is the task entrusted to him by his fellow disciples and elders - to protect the elderly masters and elders.

It's like Yasuo developed a whole game, and finally got into a six-god outfit, but in the end, he was left by his teammates to guard the base......

Although his brother had admonished Yasuo countless times to be a dutiful and humble swordsman, Yasuo still forgot his brother's teachings.

One night, the war drums of Noxus were heard from the valley adjacent to the village.

At that time, Yasuo foolishly thought that he had the power to change the tide of battle on his own.

So he gave up the task given to him by his fellow disciples and his brother, and went to the canyon alone.

On the way, Yasuo suddenly heard a violent roar.

When he felt the valley, he was stunned.

In front of him lay hundreds of Noxian and Ionian corpses, all of which were in a horrific state of death, even their skin corroded.

Yasuo suddenly realized that this kind of thing could not be stopped by a single sword at all, and Noxus's methods had surpassed his cognition!

As if realizing something, Yasuo hurried towards the village, and by the time Yasuo returned to the village again, it was already the next morning.

And as soon as he entered the village, the only remaining fellow disciples in the dojo surrounded him, and each sword came out of his body and pointed straight at him.

From their accusations, Yasuo learned a piece of news that sounded like five thunderbolts.

Elder Soma, his only master, died.

And he also became a traitor who left his post without permission and murdered the elders.

Although Yasuo knew very well in his heart that Elder Soma's death was definitely not his doing, all the facts were now in front of everyone.

Yasuo realizes that if he doesn't act soon, the real murderer will get away with it, but if he wants to hunt down the murderer, he must draw his sword against his peers!

In the end, Yasuo made the choice.

He used the Wind Sword Technique taught to him by Elder Soma to break free from the siege of his fellow sects and began to wander through Ionia.

But his escape is tantamount to confirming his crime from the side.

Since then, Yasuo has been searching for the cause of his master's death from clues, and at the same time dealing with the pursuit of his former comrades.

Again and again, Yasuo is forced to choose between death and battle.

One by one, his fellow disciples died by his sword.

Until one day, Yasuo finally ushered in the most terrible enemy.

His brother, Yon!

That day, in the gloomy rain curtain, a battle between brothers quietly began.

At first, Yasuo had been fighting Yon-eun using an ordinary longsword sent to his disciples by the Sword Sect and the ordinary swordsmanship taught by the Sword Sect.

However, Yong En was the ultimate genius of the Sword Sect after all.

Yasuo lost, and his longsword was directly cut off by Yon's twin swords.

It was also at this time that Yasuo drew the long sword that had been carried at his waist.

Blade of the Wind!

The wind swept through the rain, creating a vacuum around the two of them, and Yasuo used all his strength at this moment.

As a result of the battle, Yon died in Yasuo's arms under the sword technique of the Wind.

Just as his brother in his arms was about to take his last breath, Yasuo kept saying the words, 'Elder Suma was not killed by me.'"

He longs for his brother's trust, and even more so for his brother to forgive him.

But in the end, Yon slowly closed his eyes like this.

Until his death, Yasuo did not receive his brother's trust and forgiveness.

Since then, Yasuo has lived in endless remorse and self-blame.

He hated, hated himself at the beginning, regretted that he left his post without permission, and regretted that he did not protect his master.

After days of searching for the truth of the matter to no avail, Yasuo became confused, immersed in endless negative emotions all day long.

Until today, the blooming spirit blossomed, and he was inspired by Zuo Chi and followed the old man here.

Slowly opening his eyes, Yasuo looked at the old man beside him.

At this time, the old man also handed Yasuo a cup of spiritual tea that was still steaming.

"Drink it all in one go, and you can help your Excellency to channel!"