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Ionia, at the foot of Dragon Crest Mountain.

More than a dozen ox carts pulling refined logs and fired stone bricks slowly move up the gentle hillside, and these materials will be transported to the newly built monastery and become part of the steep mountain.

The three warriors with similar styles of martial arts uniforms hurried up from the bottom of the mountain, and quickly crossed the convoy and ran up the mountain, as if there was something important.

The leader of the convoy frowned and looked up at the temple that was standing on a cliff a thousand meters away. A month ago, the temple did not have the grandeur it is today, but this time around, the temple already has the solemn appearance of an ancient temple. mean.

"Is the way of balance really suitable for Ionia?"

It's not just one Ionian who has this question, in fact, most Ionians have an understanding of the Way of Equilibrium limited to psychic individuals, as the famous Presidian, Ionian Master of the spiritual realm, it is not surprising that Lingjue founded a sect. As for what the doctrine of the balanced sect is, it is insignificant.

"Whether it's suitable or not, only time will tell."

"Yeah, only time will tell..."

The small emotion was over, and the team continued to move forward, leaving deep ruts on the dirt road.

The design style of the Balance Temple is unique. According to the design goals of the architect, the temple built by the mountain is roughly divided into four sections, which guard the balance hall in the center.

The Hall of Mental Cultivation will be set up on the open ground in the east. It is quiet and peaceful day and night in the bamboo forest and green plants.

On the steep rock walls in the west, wooden trestle bridges were built through mortise and tenon structures, and hanging temples were built on the abrupt platform of the mountain. The hanging temples lived in the core believers who had a deep understanding of the teachings and had a certain strength. These believers It is also the main force for going out to perform tasks.

The Xuanjian Peak in the north guards the mountaineering road of Longxi Mountain. The peak of the peak is snowy all day long. There are several rare cultivation medicinal materials, which is a rare holy place for the ascetic.

In the south, next to the road down the mountain is the missionary temple with the largest area. The missionary temple is further subdivided into the martial arts field and the Balance Inn. It is the initial place for the newly entered Balanced believers to practice and enter the religion. Most of the outsiders are also visitors. Stopping at the Missionary Temple, only a small number of people can be invited by the leader of the balance to go to the central balance hall to learn the way of balance. As for the Xuankong Temple, the Xuanjian Peak and the Yangxin Hall, generally speaking, they are not open to the public. , only the core disciples of the sect can go.

After several years of construction, the current balance temple has also set up the main hall in the center and the basic framework of the mission temple in the south.

When the motorcade slowly stopped at the Missionary Temple, in the Hall of Balance, the leader of the balance, Lingjue, was demonstrating the self-created sword technique for the core disciples.

In Lingjue's hands, a steel sword is brimming with momentum, with a dazzling aura.

After demonstrating it twice, Lingjue deliberately slowed down and showed the routine twice again by dismantling the tricks before handing out the wooden swords, allowing more than a dozen teenagers and girls to start their own Exercise.

The master is introduced to the door, and the practice is personal. Lingjue just imparts his own efforts. How much he can learn depends on the apprentice's talent and hard work.

"Lord Lingjue, Lord Huanxue is back. She seems to be injured a little bit. She asked me to call you over."

A disciple came running from outside the hall, and Lingjue arranged for his eldest disciple to continue to supervise and teach the sword technique of eliminating demons, while he walked towards the missionary temple.

All the way to the south, the terrain is getting lower and lower, and after crossing two mountain roads, Lingjue came to the missionary temple at the foot of the mountain, and soon found Huanxue's room.

"Phantom Snow?"

"Master Lingjue, please come in."

A cold voice came from the door.

Stepping into the door, a **** smell rushed to the face, seeing that the girl's lower abdomen had been wrapped in a thick bandage, Lingjue couldn't help frowning.

The injuries treated by the spirit caller are all so serious, it is obvious that the girl has encountered extraordinary danger this time.

"How could you be so seriously injured?"

"There is more than one spirit monster, and there are two powerful bandits. I killed them all."

The girl's face was always indifferent, and she couldn't see a single smile.

"I came to Master Lingjue because I wanted to go back to the master's door to cultivate for a while. After all, this small injury won't heal for a while. Instead of wasting time lying around in the monastery, it's better to go back and see Master and Avat. "

A reasonable request, Lingjue will naturally not disagree.

"Do you need me to arrange a carriage?"

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

From the beginning to the end, the girl was just explaining things, and she didn't talk about anything else, just like when she was murdering.

Lingjue knew that this indifference was not aimed at himself, but also at himself. It was only because he called Liszt away that such a thing happened. Huanxue had always hated himself, but never showed it.

After coming out of the girl's room, Lingjue rubbed his eyebrows in annoyance and sighed deeply.

Half a year has passed, and even Lingjue, who has great trust in Lester's strength, has abandoned the idea of ​​fluke. He has to admit that his best friend and disciple Elena has completely disappeared, and the two have been lost in the spiritual mystery. In the formation, it is very likely that there are no bones left, just like Yinlong, the ancestor of Wu Yinliu.

The last pull of Leicester left his own life, otherwise, I am afraid that he would also die in the mental confusion, and the balanced sect would fall apart under the plot of the Assassin Alliance.

It is not easy to deal with the big family of the Equilibrium sect with the employment money. In the period when Karma has been reincarnated, if there is no support from the Akash family, even the spiritual sense will find it difficult. The deep-rooted Ioni The pressure brought by the Yagu clan is much greater than he imagined. Assassination is only the lowest level method. The exchange of interests and the oppression of power are the things that give him the most trouble. He is not afraid of hundreds of masked people coming along the way. Killing people and setting fires, he is only afraid that three or four old men will tap their canes and say, "For Ionia, this is not a good change, let's take it down".

In the eyes of most old people, Ionia without any change is the best Ionia. Even a balanced monastery based on maintaining the stability and balance of Ionia is not in the eyes of those stubborn old people. The necessary 'winds of change'.

Unnecessary existence should be erased. In order to resist this pressure, Spiritual Sense has paid a lot of price, so that the Temple of Equilibrium has not been flattened by those warriors who adhere to the Ionian way of nature.

Shaking his head, Lingjue thought of another troublesome guy,

This purple-skinned bald-headed man, who was entangled with himself, has been wandering around Presidian for several months, asking around about Liszt's situation, and he even came to the Balance Monastery all the way to live there, which means that he took root on the spot .

If it weren't for the calm attitude, just from the behavior of the bald man, the two were simply 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 Ryze is a disciple of Tyrus, the master of the magic association of Fuguang Island. Ryze searches around the world in the name of wandering. From the perspective of the disaster caused by the world rune, Ryze's actions are still worthy of respect. As for why he found his close friend Liszt, Lingjue can only guess that it is probably related to the rune.

For Lingjue, no matter whether Liszt has any runes or not, he will not betray any information of Liszt. In addition, the people are gone, and it is meaningless to say anything, so Ryze got Only a perfunctory attitude of respect.

Ryze is not an unreasonable person, knowing that Lingjue won't say much, plus Liszt's whereabouts are not difficult to inquire, knowing that Liszt is likely to die, he will no longer deliberately entangle.

At present, Ryze is living a rare and peaceful life in the Mission Temple of the Balanced Temple. No matter how strong his willpower is, Ryze has times when he is really tired, and the thriving Mission Temple is a good place to rest in Ryze's opinion.

For Ryze's small request, Lingjue will naturally not refuse. In fact, he also likes the feeling of sitting with Ryze and talking about the road. As a traveler who travels around the world, Ryze knows the customs and various interesting secrets. It is also enough to refresh the mind.

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

After turning around, Lingjue walked towards Ryze's residence.

Watching Lingjue leave, hiding in the treetops, the little white wolf who perfectly concealed his breath jumped down, turned and ran away.

"Meaning? Am I being blindsided?"

A disciple of the Equilibrium Sect rubbed his eyes, but the flash of white has disappeared.

...

The sky was dark, and the beautiful sunset of the mission temple had dissipated. Huanxue walked out of bed with difficulty and closed the wooden window.

She used to like the sunset in Ionia very much. The golden beams of light of different thicknesses spread out from the gaps of the dense clouds, penetrating the veil-like mist in the shade, like a pure walk on the shore of a sparkling lake. Fairy, after moving the lotus step lightly, let the life of Tenglong Jingyue be engrossed in the sunset and sleep soundly in the rest.

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This is the unique static beauty of Ionia. In the past, what she saw in the sunset was the tenacity and unyielding fervor of life, but now she only saw the loneliness and sadness under the sunset.

Resisting the piercing pain from his lower abdomen, Huan Xue lit the candle.

The dark-blooded flying sickle given to him by a man on the table was wiped clean, but Huanxue could still smell the strong **** smell.

This flying scythe, which had all the good expectations on it, had turned into a scarlet thing before she knew it, but she was willing to pursue it, just to find the touch that belonged to the past between life and death. Just quiet.

Holding a flying scythe in his hand, he is obsessed with killing, as if he is still accompanied and cared for. Every time he kills an enemy, it is that person's redemption for him.

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

As a result, the man who had expectations for him never came back.

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

Dying in a fierce battle has become the girl's last pursuit. After all, Wu Yinliu can only entrust it to his junior brother, and he has finally embarked on the path of senior sister.

Picking up the dark-blooded flying sickle that never left her body, the girl hugged her in her arms and curled up on the bed alone, recalling the warmth that never existed in the cold.

So cold, so cold...

"Xiaoxue..."

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

Sitting up from the bed, the wound was torn, and blood oozes from the lower abdomen again, but the girl ignored it and looked in the direction of the voice.

I don't know when, there has been a strange life in my room. It seems to be a young northern snow wolf, and its body exudes a strange magical breath.

"woooo~"

The beautiful young wolf made a milky whirring sound with a small bag in its mouth.

Her body relaxed, but the girl who put down the flying scythe was full of disappointment, and wiped the tears from the corners of her eyes.

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

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

"Strange little guy, who asked you to help me bring something?"

"Woooooo~"

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

Such spiritual creatures exist in Ionia, but they are rare. Huanxue did not expect that he would meet one day.

The extraordinary cute thing made the girl let down her guard a little, knowing that the little wolf was showing her favor, the girl wanted to get off the bed and touch the little wolf, but saw that the little wolf actually jumped on the bed, as if she wanted to go to the bed. Drill in your own arms.

Originally did not want to be too intimate, but the girl found that her body did not reject contact with the little wolf at all. In the time of hesitation, the little wolf had already jumped into her arms, and the girl no longer refused and hugged him.

After sniffing the smell of blood, two big mountains were pressed on his head, and the little wolf who endured the humiliation let out a whimper, looking pitiful.

"Okay, okay, I'm fine, this little injury won't kill me."

The girl stroked the little wolf's soft fur a few times, and suddenly felt a little dizzy in her head, her heart tightened, just as she realized that she was being tricked, her eyes went black and she lost consciousness.

Huan Xue didn't expect that the always vigilant self would actually roll over in this way, and Lester also didn't expect that the sleep magic he learned from Omilia was actually used on Huan Xue, and he also used a small amount on Huan Xue. The way of the wolf cub sells cute.

He helped Huanxue, who was about to fall, on the bed. Lester, who transformed into a human figure, frowned and quickly untied the blood-stained bandage.

The three-finger-length incision was originally scabbed with the powder, but it was torn again due to the twisting of the body~www.readwn.com~ lost the blockage of the bandage, and the blood began to seep faster.

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

The language was full of reproaches, but Lester knew the reason why the girl was belittling him like this, and he couldn't help but breathe a little disorderly.

"This is the fate that can't be avoided. You can't let go of me, and I can't let go of you either."

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

Originally, he decided to bring the letter and inheritance left by Hidden Dragon directly to the master of Hidden Mist, Iris, but unknowingly came to the Balance Temple, just because he knew that the girl who missed him the most in Ionia Most likely here.

Originally, I just wanted to take a look like Lingjue and leave, leaving Liszt with the emotions of Elena and Xiyue buried in the mental confusion, but the man couldn't helplessly watch the hesitant girl continue to walk with death. , giving away his life alone.

The love in his heart was completely cut off at the moment Elena died, but he couldn't let go of the past love debt, not to mention Xiyue's junior sister, he couldn't let it go.

After healing the girl's wound, he checked other injuries for the girl, and after healing the other unhealed dark wounds, Lester helped the girl cover the quilt, stood up from the bed, and found the charcoal in the drawer of the table. Pen and reed paper.

The rustling sound of charcoal swiping across the paper stopped, the candle went out, and the sound of the girl's sleepy breathing could be heard in the room. In front of the pitch-black bed, a shadow seemed to bend down and stick to the girl's face.

Outside the door, a young silver wolf turned his head and disappeared into the night. Click to download this site APP, massive novels, free to read!