Serious People, Who is Learning Magic at Marvel?

That night.

There are no stars tonight, and it is very quiet. They didn't hear the beasts that start to get excited at night, only the faint sound of the wind and the flow of the stream. Appears very quiet.

That's fine, at least you won't be disturbed. Racha thought, and put down the shovel in his hand.

It was a difficult task for three people to bury the rest of the village, and Racha himself could not believe that they did it. But now there is a cemetery in the back of the village, although it keeps them busy from morning to night. But it is an Ionian tradition to be in the ground. Racha might not be able to sleep well without burying them in the dirt.

The cemetery was chosen not far from the river, and most of the people in the village were lying there quietly at this time.

The fisherman stood beside Racha, and he sighed. Racha couldn't see his joy or anger from his face, only deep exhaustion could be heard from the sigh. He said lightly: "May the sheep spirit bring you comfort..."

The young man stood beside him, and he looked very afraid of the fisherman, and Racha didn't know why. He said timidly: "And the wolf spirit? My grandma told me before that if the wolf spirit is not mentioned, he will be unhappy..."

The fisherman laughed, and his smile did not seem gentle: "No, child, the wolf spirit is only responsible for hunting down those who refuse to die. It is not his job, and they... the sheep spirit will let them go without pain. Bliss."

"Is that so?"

The fisherman was silent for a while: "No, I don't know either, child. No one has really seen sheep spirits and wolf spirits with their own eyes, but, because of this, there are some things you can only do by yourself."

He patted the long sword at his waist, which the fisherman had dragged out from under his bed. Racha was surprised when he saw it, because even he could see that it was definitely a long sword.

He did not ask the fisherman what the sword was for.

The young man sighed: "I'd better pray to the wolf spirit, I don't want to let them die and be bitten by the wolf spirit because of our relationship. Grandma knew that she would scold me in her dreams, she scolds old people Ugly..."

After he finished speaking, he closed his eyes reverently, put his hands together and started to pray. Racha did the same, but the fisherman stood aside with his arms crossed and did not join them.

"Aren't you praying?" Racha asked.

"No, I never pray."

"why?"

"Because I want to hold the sword, Racha. How do people who pray with their hands together hold the sword?" replied the fisherman.

They left the village early the next morning, and Racha and the fishermen set out on their way to find the Presbyterian Church in the province, where they should be able to get some help. The young man chose to leave, and he planned to travel around. He talked about it with a smile on his face and said he had wanted to do it for a long time. However, he laughed and cried.

Racha didn't know if his trip would go as smoothly as he thought, but he blessed him deeply.

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Ring looked a little uneasy.

Unlike Shen, he can let himself devote himself entirely to the book to escape the problem that sticks in his throat. But there is no way to let go, nor to escape. Every time he thought of the bitter words, his cold commands, a certain disgust flashed through his mind.

In order to make himself feel better, he began to train like crazy. He kept running along the town at the foot of the mountain with heavy loads. This morning, when it was just dawn, he put on the special heavy-duty clothes. It's just that this time he just opened the door, but he saw a stranger standing in front of the door.

The balanced sect is a very secretive sect, not as public as other temples or martial arts halls, wishing for disciples to fly all over the sky. In fact, there were only about fifty of them in total. He and Shen lived in the town at the foot of the mountain for 18 years, and the townspeople didn't even know their real identities, thinking they were reserve monks at the temple on the top of the mountain.

Tight body without a trace, who would stand in front of someone else's door silently when it was just dawn? He asked, "What's the matter with you?"

The strange man raised his head, and Jie suddenly felt a sting in his eyes. First the pain, then the dizziness. He fell to the ground panting, feeling ashamed that he was naked in front of him. And Jie heard the man say, "You survived, kid. For the sake of you didn't kill them."

He raised his head, looked at the man, and said with difficulty, "I don't know what you're talking about..."

The man's face was expressionless: "Don't think about sophistry, I can look through your memory. I'll know if it's true or not... Now, stand up."

Jie heard him let out a sneer: "Balance? Shit!"

If it was in the past, Jiehui would fight him for the words he said, no matter if he was an opponent or not, he would do it. But now, he bowed his head in shame.

Of course he knows it's not right, you don't need anyone to tell you about this kind of thing, you can know. Just like you don't need anyone to tell you that it was wrong to kill your own mother and you know it.

But he was part of the equilibrium sect after all, even if he didn't understand what an equilibrium was. Sadly, the grace of upbringing and the education he received from childhood made him temporarily ignore this matter.

There was a burst of sound, and Jie didn't need to look back to guess who it was. Shen lived next door to him, but before he could remind Shen to be careful about this man, he heard a scream of pain, and he looked back to find Shen floating in mid-air, his face flushed.

"Ah, one more thing to kill... Leave, the farther you go, the better."

The man put him down and said lightly.

"You...cough, what are you talking about?" Shen lay on the ground, rubbing his neck, breathing hard.

"Don't you understand?" The man laughed.

"I'm going to kill, you two. Remember that village? The people there are all dead, alas... The magic I set up can only cause damage to non-human creatures, I didn't expect them to be in their sleep. Kill them all. This is my dereliction of duty." The man rambled, his eyes were calm. Shen suddenly felt a shudder.

He got up and stood in front of the man.

"Oh? Do you want to stop me?"

Shen didn't say a word, he just stood in front of the man with gritted teeth. The man laughed: "What are you doing? Do you think you are a hero?"

"I don't feel like I'm..."

"Then go to the side." The man said coldly, waved his sleeves, and flew out, Jie Xiang went over to check his situation, but he couldn't move at all, he could only stand stiffly in place.

He watched the man walk past them, slowly stepping up the steps up the hill.