"That's a town outside the mountains. What happened? Was there a fire?"
Someone among the brothers and sisters gathered together asked in confusion.
"This is not simple. You will know it after just wandering."
"Goodbye, we can't get involved in outside affairs."
"Hey, look at Yi."
While the brothers were arguing, someone suddenly said, and then everyone looked at Yi, only to realize that although he was still standing and facing the distance, his face was dull and his eyes were closed, but he had already wandered away.
As soon as the camera turned, Yi's shadow flew away in the sky, fluttering like a fairy.
Yi's soul quickly came to the place where the fire broke out. This was a town outside the mountain, still some distance away from his Wu Level Village. He saw a group of Noxian soldiers burning, killing and looting everywhere, and there were civilians everywhere.
A miserable wail.
"Help!!"
"Mom!! Woo"
"Father!!"
"ah!!!"
The Noxians wielded their butcher's knives without mercy.
Yi looked at all this in shock. This was cruelty that he had never experienced before. A Noxian soldier chased a woman who was running for her life and ran to him. The woman was holding a child in her hands. The soldier
He quickly caught up and slashed with his knife. Yi yelled and tried to stop him, but the shadow passed through the soldier, and the soldier's knife had already slashed on the woman's back. She was holding the child.
He fell to the ground and cried out in despair.
He turned around and saw the soldier's knife inserted into the woman's body, pinning her and the child to the ground. Blood seeped out from under them.
Yi's eyes were about to burst and he let out a cry.
"ah!!!!"
After shouting, his shadow soared into the sky! He returned to the direction like a cannonball, his face full of determination! In just a few seconds, his soul returned to its place, and Yi opened his eyes, filled with endless killing intent.
, he picked up his sword and jumped off the cliff.
"Hey, Yi!!" Someone shouted anxiously, but Yi's figure had already disappeared.
"What happened there?"
"Something must have happened."
"What should we do? Should we go together or something?"
"No, the leader told us not to interfere in outside affairs. We can't go down the mountain. Let's wait here."
"Senior brother who can travel in a fugue, please follow Yi and see what's going on."
"Um."
Three fellow disciples who could travel in the spirit followed Yi out of their bodies. In the camera, he had already jumped off the cliff. Like a sharp sword, he quickly made a sword mark on the grass, pointing directly at the small town outside the mountain!
The scene switched to a small town, where the massacre was still continuing. But just when a soldier was about to strike, a sharp sword flew over like a fairy from heaven. The sharp sword tip instantly penetrated the soldier's chest.
The huge power of his heart led him to fall to the sky, and just as his body was suspended in the air, a figure came instantly like a hurricane. The figure in white robes passed by him and smoothly pulled out of his body.
The sword inside was killing him into the distance.
His profile with murderous intent was extremely serious, and he didn't even turn his head to look at the corpse.
The picture is awesome!
His body is like a swimming dragon! His grace is like a terrifying giant! This is the Sword Master!
The Noxian soldiers in this town were completely helpless under Yi's men. This was a massacre!
After nearly a minute of fighting, Yi stood in the middle of the village holding a sword. The hole in his sword was the body of the last enemy. The Noxian stared at Yi and said fiercely: "Noxus."
I won’t let you go.”
Yi pulled out his sword, and the man fell to the ground. His body suddenly trembled a little. He looked around, and there were cries and cries everywhere. The peaceful town was now in ruins, and there were burning fires everywhere.
He suddenly said: "I want to go down the mountain!"
The tone was decisive.
Three transparent figures suddenly appeared in the void, and a senior brother said: "You should come back first."
After saying that, the three phantoms quickly flew into the air, and Yi sheathed his sword, took a deep look at the village, then turned and left.
"Master, this disciple wants to go down the mountain."
In the main hall, Yi was kneeling in the middle, with a group of fellow apprentices behind him, elders on both sides, and the old man in charge sitting at the top.
"What did you promise me when you became a disciple?" The old man looked down and asked calmly.
"Wuji Sect disciples are not allowed to join the world, and are not allowed to show Wuji Sect martial arts in front of others." Yi lowered his head and replied.
"Then why did you break your oath?"
"To resist the Noxian invasion."
"What if I'm not allowed?"
"Master, the disciple has made up his mind." Yi said, regardless of the silence in the hall, he knelt down respectfully, took three licks at the old man, and then said softly: "Master, the disciple has no intention of disobeying the master's order, but now
Ionia suffers
Invasion, wherever the Noxians go, people are everywhere. Even ordinary people will fight to resist the invasion. Not to mention that as a swordsman now, the disciple should protect my great country with the sword in his hand. Otherwise, the disciple will practice
What’s the use of this sword technique?”
After Yi finished speaking, he stood up straight after clasping his fists, and finally said: "If the disciple is still alive when the war ends, he will definitely return to the mountain and let the master handle it."
After saying that, Yi turned around and left. The old man in charge stared at his back, his face was calm, but his eyes had complicated expressions, ranging from relief to sadness.
At this moment, senior brother Gute couldn't help it any longer. He also took two steps forward, knelt down respectfully and said, "Master, this disciple is also preparing to go down the mountain."
"You want to go too?" the old man in charge asked.
Gut raised his head and said loudly: "We monks, why bother to fight!"
Yi stopped.
The group of fellow disciples around him looked around, and after a while, they knelt down one by one, clasped their fists in salute, and said loudly: "We monks, why bother fighting!"
"We monks, why bother fighting!"
"We monks, why would we hesitate to fight!"
One person, two people, finally formed a huge harmony. The combined momentum made people in the theater unable to help but feel a rush of blood. This blood was not as violent as explosives, but it was hot and had a lifeless feeling.
The persistence of regret.
"Why am I crying?" Someone touched the corner of his eye, muttered, and then continued to look at the big screen.
In the picture, the old man in charge looked at this scene with some emotion. He looked at each face carefully, nodded his head gently twice, and after a while, he sighed softly, waved his hands feebly, and said:
"Go on, if you want to leave, just leave. When you come down the mountain, remember not to lose the face of our Wuji Sect. If you want to fight, just show off with authority."
A group of disciples beamed with joy, and after a while of commotion, they saluted together and said, "Disciples, please remember this!"
The old man in charge nodded, suddenly slapped the armrest of the chair, and shouted: "Remember, you will come back to me one after another! If your life is in danger, don't worry about bullshit face! Do you hear me?!!
"
Everyone was stunned for a moment, then all lowered their heads: "Yes!"
"Go away." The old man in charge waved his hand, stood up and turned his back to them. This was to see off the guests. The disciples gave another salute and said: "Disciple, please leave."
They all retreated out, and the old man, who had his back to them, quietly turned around as they left, watching them go away one by one with happy smiles on their faces, with complicated and unclear expressions, as if everyone
The eyes of the elders in your family when you leave home as a teenager: they hope you will make a name for yourself, but they are more afraid of you getting hurt.
Seeing this, the movie fans didn't know what they were feeling for a moment. They were mixed with passion and sadness. Finally they smiled and cursed: "You stupid Lin Juan, you tricked me into crying again."
On the screen, the old man in charge sat down again and said to a group of old men: "From today on, Wuji Sect will be closed."
He looked into the distance and said softly: "Wait until they come back."