I ask you to portray a mama's boy, but you portray a wealthy man?

Chapter 154 The Infinite Sword Master—Yi
The three elders on the stage watched Li Mo tell one story after another.

It further confirmed my inner judgment.

"This guy really wants to use the background of war to write stories about characters."

"On the Noxus side, the war has triggered changes and changed the trajectories of many characters."

"The same is true here in Ionia."

Mo Lao talked eloquently, as if he was happy to have discovered Li Mo's true purpose.

Although Mr. Yu often teased Mr. Mo, it was Li Mo.

He just wanted to praise him seriously and didn't even want to say a word of ridicule:

"That's true!"

"This kid's brain circuit is really good, and he has found a path that everyone is very surprised by."

"The most important thing is to look at the attitude of the audience at the moment."

"This is obviously the right path!"

: It feels like, thanks to Noxus, the potential of most people in Ionia has been successfully unleashed.

: Nossen, you are really, I cry to death!

: You shouldn’t joke about war. The results of war are tragic.

: In memory of the heroic and dedicated martyrs~
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When talking about the blind monk, we have to mention the Infinite Sword Master.

Although in the background story, there is no connection between the two.

But in terms of performance, there is not much difference between the two.

In terms of background settings, there is not much difference.

One is a monk with incredible martial arts, and the other is a swordsman genius.

Both changed themselves because of the war.

Finally became myself.

Therefore, Li Mo did not hesitate at all.

Directly on the whiteboard, he wrote the name of the Sword Master.

The Infinite Sword Master——Yi!

In the central Ionian province of Barua, there was once a quiet mountain village hidden in the picturesque scenery.

This village named "Wuji" remembers Yi's childhood.

His growth was accompanied by the training of sword dance, but little did he know that the dream he pursued would become his tragedy in the future.

Like other children, Yi also longed for those swordsmen with beautiful 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.

Yi's parents were both swordsmiths, and many warriors from the village visited frequently, and regular customers all knew that the store owner had a hard-working son, Yi.

His daily morning exercises include listening to flowers and dancing swords with his mother, and his daily evening classes include holding candles and reciting poems with his father.

When Yi finally became a disciple of the Wuji sect master, his parents were extremely proud.

After entering the practice of Wuji Sect, he continued to display his talent and self-discipline, exceeding everyone's expectations.

Soon, the whole village knew that there was such a "young master" Yi.

But the humble apprentice always wanted to explore the mysteries of other parts of Ionia.

He stood on the top of the tallest pagoda and saw towns in the distance that no one had ever mentioned before.

But when he wanted to go down the mountain with his sword, the masters stopped him.

When the Wuji Way established their sect, they regarded themselves as aloof sages. Their swordsmanship could not see the troubled times, let alone dirty blood.

Therefore, for hundreds of years, Wuji has always been isolated from the world, solitary and alone, and no outsiders have ever seen it.

However, on the day when everything changed, Yi saw plumes of smoke rising from the distant town.

The Texas warband has invaded the coastline, conquered villages and towns one after another, and blood-stained provinces one after another.

The people of Ionia triumphed over the ancient ways of the Wuji Sect in Yi's mind, and he rushed down the mountain to help protect the Newborn Land. Pairs of astonished eyes witnessed him sweeping across the front line like a fleeting light, moving between the enemies with extraordinary swordsmanship that ordinary people had never seen before.

The news that one man was against one army spread like fog in the mountains.

Inspired by his courage, his fellow disciples also joined the fight, and together they traveled to the province of Navoli, where the fighting was at its fiercest.

Noxian commanders saw that Wuji had become a threat that could not be underestimated.

They discovered the origins of this group of remarkable swordsmen and decided to attack their home without mercy.

In just one night, the entire village was destroyed.

The poison brought by the alchemist Singed is not only capable of killing any creature that smells it in an instant.

It can also continue to corrode the land that comes into contact with it in the days to come.

The Wuji villagers and their culture were burned and annihilated in the alchemical fire. This could not be stopped by any sword.

War is inherently cruel, and if one party doesn't even want to abide by the most basic moral bottom line.

The result will undoubtedly be more tragic.

The war ceased, and the wanderers returned home.

The dead leaves are swaying in the forest, and the remaining wind is howling in the mountains.

Yi floated a few inches above the ground, eyes closed, hands clasped together, listening to the morning song of the Balua birds.

The cool wind blew over his exposed face and teased his eyebrows.

He sighed quietly and descended slowly until his boots hit the dirt.

He opened his eyes and smiled. Clear skies are a rare and pleasant sight.

Yi patted the dust on his robe and found a few strands of fallen hair.

Most are black, with a few strands of white, just like wild silk.

How long has it been? He was secretly curious.

He slung a twill bag over his shoulder and continued on his way, leaving behind him a forest that was once full of life but now stood still.

Yi looked down the mountain and looked back at the path he had taken. The earth below is soft and fragile—a treasure to be protected.

He looked ahead and continued climbing.

On the road ahead, lilies are dying, their colorful petals turning a sickly brown.

"I didn't expect to see people on the mountain." A voice shouted.

He stopped and listened carefully, holding the sword pierced through his waist tightly with one hand.

"Are you here for the cattle too?" The voice got closer and closer. "Stupid beasts. They always get in here and can't get out."

Yi saw an old peasant woman approaching, and her hand loosened her grip on the sword.

She wore a simple petticoat, patched with tangled rags.

She walked up to him and Yi bowed.

"Hey, I'm not a monk or nun, so don't be polite." She said, "You don't look like someone who works in the fields. Those swords you have are definitely not used to cut grass. What are you doing here?"

"The weather is nice, let's take a walk." Yi's voice pretended to be innocent.

"So you're here to practice swordsmanship? Noxus is coming back so soon?" she said with a smile.

“Where the sun sets, you will see the setting sun.”

The peasant woman snorted, she knew this old proverb.

Most people in the southern provinces know it. "Okay, then let me know when they come back. Then I will take a boat and leave the island. But the most important thing right now is, how about using your sword to help a trembling old woman?"

She beckoned Yi to follow her.

He didn't refuse.

They came to a forest.

A takin calf was wailing in pain. Its hind legs were tightly entangled in thick vines. The more it struggled, the tighter it became.

(End of this chapter)