"Who is making a loud noise outside?"

A middle-aged man dressed in a swordsman walked out of the dojo. He was a little alert and pressed one hand on the hilt of the sword. The overall impression was of a sword that could be unsheathed at any time.

"Sorry, sorry, it's a sin to disturb your disciples' practice of swords." Geno took the initiative to take responsibility, which was strange. Even though Yasuo had quarreled with others, he now asked him to bear the fault.

"Who are you? You are so handsome, you don't look like a native."

Geno's humble attitude calmed the middle-aged man's angry face a little, but his face was still a little alert, because it was in a war period, and in order to prevent the gap sent by Noxus from entering the interior, anyone who can do it should be more vigilant.

"The martial arts in the world are only fast and fast. I have long heard that the swordsmanship of the noble school is famous for its speed, so I came to watch and saw it. I just saw the amazing part and sighed that the gods were not deliberately noisy."

Geno didn't care about anything, and he praised him first, and praised him as comfortable as he would be able to do so later.

He used misleading statements to make the other party think that he was a swordsman, so that the other party would have the illusion of mutual appreciation for him.

Traditional Ionians have always been honest and honest with others, so they never doubt whether others' words are true or false.

Sure enough, after hearing Geno's praise, the ice and snow on his face turned into a spring breeze and said with a smile: "It turns out that this brother is also a sword practitioner, so why not go to the temple to watch it? If you want to have a discussion, there is a venue for us to ask for some tricks. Please make sure that you, the proud disciples, know what it means to have someone outside of the human world."

A middle-aged man who is a role model rarely sees an outside swordsman. When he sees Hunting, he immediately wants to use swordsmanship from other factions to give his disciples a good lesson through the competition.

Faced with the other party's kind invitation, Geno immediately became stiff.

His exploration of swordsmanship only stopped at the killer moves he learned at Lanxun Manor. He only knew how to use it to kill people, and he had no in-depth research at all. If he was to be sent to the temple for public execution, then the lie he had just told would be self-defeating.

"Ahem." Faced with this situation, Geno coughed violently twice, and the sound of coughing out was like a broken bellows. Because he had not thought about how to shirk it, he first used the method of diverting attention to delay time.

"Ahem? What's wrong? Can you have tuberculosis?" The middle-aged man looked at Jeno in surprise and subconsciously took two steps back.

tuberculosis?

Geno snickered secretly, he didn't expect the other party to be so smart.

Tuberculosis is tuberculosis, which is contagious.

If Geno followed the other party's brainstorming, the master would definitely be worried that he would spread the tuberculosis to his disciples and thus keep Geno out of the door, so that Geno would be spared from the dilemma of being exposed in front of everyone.

However, Geno did not intend to do so.

"Master, you're thinking too much, I'm not infected with tuberculosis... The reason I don't go in is because I don't have a sword." Geno said with a sigh.

After hearing this, the other party was stunned and realized that Geno really didn't have a sword on his body. Then he said indifferently: "If you want a sword, our temple is too far away, which is enough for you to choose a handy weapon."

But Geno shook his head, and his expression immediately became lonely.

"I originally had a sword, but yesterday I was snatched away by the Noxus army nearby. My lung injury also fell at that time."

"Noxus people? They actually fought nearby? Why didn't anyone come from the town to inform us to join the army this year?" The middle-aged man suddenly became full of troops and looked around, trying to find clues about the Noxus army.

During the last time during the Noai War, the rebels came to the mountain gate and drew strong men to join a nearby battle. Master Suma asked all his disciples to join the rebel army temporarily, wrapping up Yongxiang who was of the same generation as middle-aged men, leaving only Yasuo, who had not yet cultivated his mind and meditated indoors.

"I have heard that the Brotherhood soldiers were killed and injured on the front line. This time, Noxus was coming in a fierce manner and they could not resist it. The Resistance Army was staying in Precidian to accumulate strength and was ready to fight back. I think this time they would not come to the door to draw the strong men in person, because the leader of the Resistance Army, the Blade Dancer, is already calling on all forces to go to Precidian to join them. This time we have to rely on our own consciousness."

Geno made a walk around and finally returned what he wanted to say from the beginning.

"This master, why not lead the disciples of the disciples now and follow me to Precidian to join the rebel army and fight for Ionia!"

"No, this is not something I can decide by myself. I have to ask a few senior brothers."

The middle-aged man shook his head repeatedly, then rushed into the meditation room of the dojo like a gust of wind.

Geno took advantage of the middle-aged man's absence to search for Yasuo's traces, but he seemed to have evaporated from the world. If Geno hadn't been able to smell the slightest smell of alcohol left by Yasuo, he would have begun to wonder if he was talking to a ghost just now.

For some reason, Geno always felt that he heard a melodious sound of flutes, looming.

In less than a stick of incense, the middle-aged man came out just now, and accompanied his senior brothers and sisters to surrounded Jeno directly in front of the gate.

Those disciples who practice swordsmanship had no intention of practicing swords outside the door, so they looked out.

"Little brother, is it true that the Noxus army you mentioned appeared nearby? This is not a joke." An elder over 50 years old came to Geno under the guidance of a middle-aged man. His robe was automatically rushing without wind, and his body was filled with a strong smell of burning fragrance...

"If it is true, it will be serious." Another master echoed.

"The news of the Noxus army is true, and it is true that Precidian is gathering the army. I think everyone knows Riven, right?"

Speaking of the name Riven, everyone was uproared. Some people's painful memories of war were ignited, turned into anger, and cursed.

"The Noxus man who killed Elder Suma?! I said she was definitely a traitor, and now she brought the Noxus army here again!"

Most people here are dissatisfied with the verdict Riven received, and this dissatisfaction has been accumulating for more than ten years.

They were a radical group of people who believed that the murderer should be punished on the spot, rather than giving her the right to live, not to mention that Riven was once a Noxus soldier who raised a butcher knife to them! That would be even more forgiving.

But they are also a group of people who abide by the tradition. Since the magistrate made a verdict on labor reform, no one dared to kill him quickly even if he was dissatisfied.
Chapter completed!