lol: Bind Syndra at the start

Life may not necessarily have a meaning, but only by living can one have the possibility of encountering meaningful things.

Although he has been stranded at the beach for two years, Ryan does not think that this time is wasted. It is necessary to survive for the future waves.

And now... the waves have risen.

How can an Ionia with undercurrents compare to the Ionia in northwest Shanxi?

If undercurrents remain submerged in the ocean, they will always exist.

Only when the undercurrents come to the surface will there be a chance to calm them down.

Perhaps to ordinary people, Noxians are synonymous with danger.

But for Ryan, the Noxians are a switch, a switch that turns on the plot...

......

......

As the first stop towards the mainland.

Ryan came to his 'familiar' mill town again.

Without the Goucha Temple exhibition as a gimmick, there are fewer outsiders here.

When the hustle and bustle ended, the town revealed its true appearance.

There is a touch of simplicity in the tranquility.

This time Ryan changed into the temple robes of Gouya Temple, and the white robe made him more eye-catching.

Combined with the gloom that comes with dark magic, it attracted a lot of attention on the street.

But the highlight of the show was when Ryan cautiously skirted the street in front of a hotel.

The old lady at the front desk had such a flexible and changeable memory that he didn't dare to gamble. He was worried that he would be caught and scolded if he passed by the other store.

With his excellent sense of direction, Ryan finally found the tavern after going around several streets.

Although it was afternoon, there were more people in the pub than he expected.

When he walked in, he found that most of the customers were gathered near the bar.

The old man who had traveled to most of Ionia was surrounded by people like a star, with glasses of wine in front of him that were offered to him by others.

The rich aroma of wine and the enthusiasm of the crowd undoubtedly made it difficult for the old man to resist.

But from the corners of his tightly closed mouth, it can be seen that he is still trying to resist temptation.

In other words, he was trying to see if he could induce a greater temptation.

Ryan recognized the old man.

But the other party didn't seem to recognize him.

When the elder brother's wandering gaze swept over him, he paused suddenly.

But Ryan could sense that the other person's pause was not because he recognized his face, but because he recognized his clothes.

The mill town is different from the village behind the Rhine Forest.

It is located directly at the foot of the mountain where Gouya Temple is located.

According to Ionian rules and customs, the mill town is located within the protection area of ​​the Gouya Temple.

The painters of Gouya Temple who master the magic of painting often help ordinary people in the mill town solve some problems in their spare time.

The latter often comes with gifts and respect.

This respect undoubtedly extended to Ryan, who was wearing the clothes of Gouya Temple.

He saw that the bustling tavern calmed down for a while.

Everyone gave him a kind smile.

Someone started to make a fuss at this point, "Even the painter is here, are you still going to keep us in suspense?"

"Tell me what your friend in the South told you!"

"You say you can still have some wine now, but when the news gets out in a couple of days, you won't have any benefit at all!"

......

The noisy crowd made Ryan realize why this place was so lively.

In this world where information travels extremely slowly, even information that is not hidden and can be known to everyone will become secret due to distance.

People with connections often become insiders at this time.

This old man traveled around the continent and made friends with many travelers who had similar personalities to him. These people were keen on finding out all kinds of information and then sharing it with each other in their own circles.

In a sense, they are the most informed people in Ionia.

"If this venerable painter would buy me a drink, I would tell you!"

The older brother's face flushed a little.

"Then give this brother a drink."

Ryan, with gold coins in his pocket, followed suit.

Although he knew that even if the other party was unwilling, he would not be able to resist the enthusiasm around him.

But why are people so mean...

A glass of wine was brought up.

Among the many glasses of wine, the old man chose to drink the one Ryan offered first.

It seemed that after drinking this glass of wine, he was also imbued with the artistic atmosphere of Gouya Temple, and his posture became much more restrained.

"Well, you want to know what happened down south?"

"Say it!"

"Do not talk nonsense!"

......

Under the enthusiasm of the crowd, the elder brother slowly said:

"Did you know that several groups of Noxians came here before?"

"Know!"

"That's old news!"

"Who doesn't know that? I also know that many temples have sent people to intercept them!"

......

The brother didn't care about the noise and urging around him.

"Then you know... a group of Noxians broke through the blockade and entered the interior of Ionia?"

"!"

"?"

There was a brief silence around.

But then some people were unwilling to believe it.

"How can it be!?"

"They didn't send a large force here, how could they not be able to intercept them?"

"There's no way those foolish Noxians can defeat the masters of the Yufeng Sword Sect!"

The older brother half-closed his eyes, revealing a mysterious look. "Guess why the Noxians sent a scout team instead of a full army?"

"because......"

The older brother interrupted the man and looked at Ryan.

At his age, he was already familiar with the ways of the world. "The painter must know!"

"Because the fewer people there are, the easier it is to fish in troubled waters."

Ryan answered under everyone's gaze.

"Master Painter is right!" The elder brother took over. "I know many of you don't believe it. In fact, even I don't believe it, but the facts are the facts..."

Having said that, he looked a little nervous.

That interest seemed to be extinguished by something.

After a long while, he spoke again amid the noise of the crowd:

"And my friend told me a piece of gossip..."

"what news?"

"Say!"

"I can't guarantee its authenticity. After all, he only heard about it and didn't actually see it..." The old man hesitated for a moment, but under the gazes of the crowd, he still said in a very small voice:

"It is said that Elder Su Ma of the Yufeng Sword Sect has passed away..."

His voice was small.

But this news is extremely devastating.

Both the people around him and Ryan were silent for a long time after hearing this news...

"This is impossible......"

"Absolutely impossible!"

"Your friend is a liar. I advise you to have less contact with him in the future!"

"That's right, who is Elder Suma? How could he be dead?"

As an elder of a famous sect in Ionia, Suma's reputation is undoubtedly much more famous than the masters of Gouya Temple.

His existence also has greater significance.

The death of such a person is undoubtedly difficult for the Ionians to accept.

"Hey hey hey..." The old man dodged the pushing and shoving around him, and was about to ask the painter to help him out, but he found that the white figure had left at some point.

Chapter 22 Purple Leaves

People like to hear gossip about things that are far away from their own lives.

However, once the news involves oneself or one's own life, this liking will turn into fear and boredom.

The guy in the tavern experienced this transformation in a very intuitive way.

As the men walked away from him, cursing, they did not forget to take the drinks they had brought.

He did not dare to have any resentment towards this behavior as he had offended the "public outrage".

The reason may be that he himself is unwilling to believe such nonsensical statements.

Even though Elder Su Ma's strength had declined due to his age, he had always been in good health. How could he have died inexplicably?

That’s the Yufeng Sword Sect!

Everyone in there is a master.

All those who lived there died, what would happen to them?

An inexplicable panic dispelled his good mood.

He shook his head, which was not occupied by alcohol, and prepared to leave the pub.

But at this time, the white robe came back.

Looking closely at Ryan, the older brother seemed to see something, "You seem to be..."

"Yes, we met here not long ago, and you bought me a drink then."

"Then how did you become the painter of Gouya Temple..."

"I have always been a painter and recently joined Gouya Temple."

"Ohhhh...I've known for a long time that you're a genius!"