People in the League, Masters of Time Management

His parents' workshop was lost among the rubble.He had nothing to pay his respects to, and not enough time.

The prosperity of the past will never be there again... He thought, the light cannot shine here, and the polluted land is hard to recover, just like the water thrown by a naughty boy.

One after another tombstones flashed in his eyes, and the familiar names one after another made him feel heavy.

He knew everyone here, and they all knew him.But he has no chance to greet them anymore, he can only talk to himself to those stone tablets covered with vines.

"Everyone's memories will last forever..."

"May your names be remembered by the world..."

"Please rest in peace."

The sky gradually took on an orange-red hue, and there were still three graves he hadn't touched.In front of the nearest grave lay a hammer, its head rusted from the dampness of the mountains.

Yi stopped in front of that grave, took out a beautiful peach from the cloth bag, and put it on top.

"Master Dolan, this is from Wukong. He didn't come with me, but he wanted me to give you his favorite fruit."

"He likes the long staff you made with your own hands very much, and he likes to laugh at the helmet you gave me."

"The sword you gave me was so sharp that I sliced ​​through the armor of 430 nine Noxus soldiers."

After a few simple "chats", Master Yi bowed respectfully to the tombstone again, and then walked towards the last two tombs.

His parents are buried here.They used to be well-known swordsmiths in the village.

Since he was a child, he had longed for those swordsmen in brocade clothes and jade belts. In the name of swords, he performed chivalrous deeds and turned them into poems and songs that were passed down to the world.

Fortunately, his parents were also very supportive.His daily morning exercise is to smell flowers and dance swords with his mother, and his daily evening class is to hold candles and recite poems with his father.

He respects them and appreciates them.

But he couldn't pay them back.

"Imai, the weather is nice and warm today. Maybe the aftertaste of winter has completely passed?"

"Yibai, I have taken in a disciple—a vastaya from the Si macaque tribe. Although he is sometimes reckless, I am moved by his spirit of not being afraid of difficulties. I believe he is a malleable talent. "

Master Yi pulled out two short swords from his arms, and put them into the scabbards in front of his parents' graves, and they fit perfectly.He solemnly knelt down and buried his head deeply.

"May the wisdom of your elders continue to guide me."

After finishing all this, he stepped back half a step, closed his eyes tightly, clasped his hands together, and the seven-degree insight eyepiece on the top of his head led his magic power from the body to the outside world.

Immediately afterwards, his body slowly rose, suspended a few inches above the ground.His legs were coiled up, and a burst of dazzling green light enveloped him.

The dead leaves are fluttering in the forest, and the wind is howling and the mountains are rustling.The cool wind blew over Master Yi's exposed skin, tugging at his eyebrows.

Now, he can see things in the spiritual realm.

He can see those familiar and strange spirits...

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On the mountain, Master Yi is meditating in the spiritual realm.

At the foot of the mountain, his apprentice was "making trouble for no reason".

The clumsy long stick seemed extremely flexible in the hands of the vastaya, sweeping, cleaving, and upward pick, all kinds of moves can be changed freely without any sense of blockage.

The most terrible thing is... this long stick is not an ordinary long stick.

It was cast by the master forge Dolan himself, it is extremely hard, and it has a very magical function - free expansion and contraction.

As long as the user has a thought, this stick, which is only more than one meter long, can be stretched to ten meters or even tens of meters, which is hard to guard against.

Fortunately, Mu Bai's agility and physical strength are slightly better than billion chips.

"I really don't mean any harm. How about listening to me explain a few sentences?"

"Hey! Don't quibble!" Wukong insisted, waving Dolan's stick and desperately chasing him. "Quickly fight with me!"

Mubai dodged the attack helplessly, but never fought back.

One reason is that he knew that the other party had no malicious intentions—Wukong didn’t really misunderstand himself, he just wanted to fight because his hands were itchy.

Secondly... Brother Monkey's face is really reminiscent of Brother Monkey.

Although this monkey brother is not that monkey brother, but... just can't do it...

"What kind of man does he look like jumping up and down?!" Wukong chased him for a long time, but he couldn't catch up, and his defense was a bit broken. "Fight with me, if you win, I will take you up the mountain!"

"Didn't you say that your master doesn't let outsiders go up the mountain?" Mu Bai hung one hand on the branch, and couldn't help showing a playful smile.

"You...you know my master, you are not an outsider!"

"sophistry?"

"...Don't talk nonsense, are you going to fight or go up the mountain?"

"Really want to fight?" Mu Bai put one hand on the hilt of the sword, hesitated for a moment and then took it away.

Both Lanche and Statik Electric Blade are extremely lethal, and it is not appropriate to use them for sparring.

Well, just break off a branch...

"What do you mean, don't you look down on me?" Wukong frowned, and the monkey hair on his forehead and his eyebrows twitched into a ball.

He clearly saw three swords on the opponent's body - two were placed in the scabbard on the back, and one was wrapped in a cloth strip and slung around his waist.

There are three swords that are not used, but branches?

Isn't this underestimating others?

"It doesn't mean that." Mu Bai scraped off the leaves on the branches while explaining, "I just think that real swords and guns should not be used in the exchange of ideas, as it will easily hurt the harmony."

"Tch...then you have to promise that you will fight seriously."

"Of course, I promise."

Mu Bai loosened his arms, and his body naturally fell to the ground, that light movement surprised the other party.

Just judging by the dust that was thrown up... this level of agility is not inferior to that of Master Yi.

"Then come on, give me a stick!" The stronger the opponent, the more excited Wukong was, and immediately charged with Dolan's stick high.

However, before he rushed to the opponent, the latter disappeared first.

Just like invisibility, disappearing suddenly without warning...

"Are you looking for me?" A playful voice sounded from behind.

Goku was taken aback and wanted to turn around to defend, but his keen sixth sense held him back.

He smelled the breath of death, very real.

From the corner of his eye, he saw the opponent's weapon—the branch, slowly falling towards the top of his head.

"Okay, let's stop here for the discussion."

Mubai stopped suddenly, and the soft branch just landed on top of Wukong's head, without causing any damage.

But the latter knew that he was "dead".

"..." Wukong swallowed with difficulty, the scene in front of him made him unable to let go of it for a long time.

What is that... the way down the mountain... gone...?

What's going on with this deep pit...

Mountain……

Was cut off...?

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Slow but precise.

These three words are the admonitions Wukong has heard the most since he followed Master Yi.

"Slow" refers to guarding against arrogance and impetuosity, and acting cautiously; "fine" refers to deliberation and proper strategy.

Master Yi has infinite patience. He believes that everything can be carefully planned to break the situation, so he always teaches Wukong to be patient and avoid recklessness.

Under his influence, Wukong gradually changed his previous personality, becoming calmer and quieter—except, of course, when there were fights.

Wukong believes in his master, and also believes in the inheritance of Wuji.

But... Just now, he had some doubts about the words "slow and precise".Although it was only a little bit, it still made him feel stuck in his throat.

The young man in front of him—the man with the three swords, had no rules at all during the competition, let alone any strategies and plans, whether it was "slow" or "sophisticated", it had nothing to do with him.

He's more like... fast and rough.

Unrivaled speed, unstoppable power...

If this level is achieved, what's the point of being rough?It's just the way to simplicity, and the epee has no front!

"Why are you so fast?" Wukong slumped on the ground, his forehead covered with cold sweat. "I can't even see your shadow..."

"Want to learn? Ask your master to teach you." Mu Bai smiled and stretched out his right hand to help him up.

"My master is not as fast as you."

"It's just that you haven't seen him angry."

"have you seen?"

"heard about it."

"Oh..." Wukong nodded dubiously, stood up and patted the dust on his buttocks. "You win, I will take you up the mountain."

"Thank you." Mu Bai threw down the branch, bowed his hands in salute, and then followed him up the mountain.

The two climbed up the gravel road covered with weeds and wildflowers, and the temperature dropped as they went forward-this was not caused by the increase in altitude, but some kind of indescribable alchemy weapon.

When the Noxians attacked here, they used many Singed's special chemical reagents, and despite the years, the land still radiates terrible radiation.

Mu Bai looked down the mountain, looking back at the road he had walked.The earth below is soft and beautiful, and clusters of bright flowers are blooming.

He turned his head to look forward again, and continued to climb up.On the road ahead, all kinds of plants withered radially, and even the weeds on the gravel road began to decrease or even disappear.

"Do you and Master Yi usually live here?" Mu Bai couldn't help asking.

"Not really, we live on the mountainside." Wukong replied, "I only go up the mountain for training. Master can carry those ghost things, but I can't bear it."

Mubai nodded and continued to climb the mountain.

Just as the two were about to pass through the last dense forest and arrive at the ruins of Wuji Village, a scream suddenly came from not far away.

It was not the cry of an animal, but the sound of a sharp knife piercing the air.

Mu Bai stopped, and a sharp short sword was stuck ten centimeters in front of him.

Seeing this, Wukong didn't panic because he recognized the dagger. "Master, I brought your friend here!"

"I don't know him." Master Yi's indifferent voice echoed among the dead trees, "Stay away from him, Wukong. I feel a very evil energy in him..."

It's coming again... Mu Bai secretly slandered, every master said he was evil when they saw him, which is somewhat annoying.

"Did you make a mistake, Master? I think he is quite nice." Wukong scratched his head in confusion.

"really……"

Mu Bai nodded slightly, and quietly took off the white cloth wrapped around his waist behind Wukong.

He untied the cloth strip, and there was a broken sword inside.

"I think you should know this sword, Master Yi."

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On the other side of Ionia, inside the Equilibrium sect.

Ari took a letter and excitedly found Syndra.

The moment the door opened, the latter showed a displeased expression.

"Sindra, can you help my concubine look at something?" Ari noticed the other party's displeasure, but still cheekily moved over.

"No." Syndra refused without hesitation.She didn't even know what Ahri wanted her to help watch.

Anyway, just refuse.

This vixen...is really annoying.