Serious People, Who is Learning Magic at Marvel?

"If I want to refuse, you and that hateful mouse can't enter my yard in the first place." Meimu said casually with Erlang's legs crossed.

Master Kenan, what have you done to Master Meimu?

Shen asked the question in his heart, still sitting upright on the surface: "Pardon my stupidity, but when can you leave?"

"Any time...but I have one condition."

"Please say."

"My daughter, Akali."

Shen waited patiently for Mei Mu to follow, but found that Mei Mu was also looking at him with the same expression. He asked inexplicably, "...Uh, Master Meimu, what do you mean?"

"Are you pretending to be stupid, or really don't know?" Meimu sneered, and she said slowly, "My daughter must choose her future life by her own will, do you understand?"

"...Isn't that what it should be?"

This time it was Meimu's turn to be surprised. After a while, she laughed dumbly as if she understood something: "It seems that the truth is that I didn't tell you anything, right?"

She smiled and shook her head. "The heirs of each generation of Shadow Fists are usually their children. This is a centuries-old tradition. I thought you knew that."

Shen didn't know how many times he was embarrassed. He was almost used to the feeling of his toes snapping wildly inside his shoes: "Forgive my ignorance, Master. But this is not mentioned in the ancient books of the sect. ..."

"This is a secret, and of course it won't be put in the book. It seems that Kusuo really didn't tell you anything."

"I thought he would never change..."

Meimu raised her head, and seemed to sigh a little.

She said: "It seems that the only mouse that is not eroded by time is that rat. From when I was a child to now, he has always looked like a bad guy. Even such a person will change because of time... ."

She looked at Shen and asked, "What about you, Shen? What is the way of balance in your mind?"

"I don't know," Shen replied, looking very confused. "I originally thought that I already understood what balance is, but I found out that I didn't know anything about balance by talking about the master's order. Even if I have been recognized by the eyes of the twilight eyes of all ages, I still don't know what balance is. Dare to pretend that your understanding of equilibrium is right."

He said humbly: "What is equilibrium?

I am still looking for an answer. "

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War is coming, and this seems to be the consensus of everyone - even the ancient consciousness in the magical garden of Presidian has learned about it.

He and He Shenyan have been close friends for a long time, and the two of them chat almost every day. This consciousness is broad-minded, yet full of naivety. Chatting with him is always a pleasure.

Sitting in the tower, He said worriedly: "Alas, the flowers and plants are crying to me. They said that those strangers were lurking near them with weapons, and there were snakes. They were the most startled, and there have been more than one these days. The snake came to me to complain."

"You know, they're slurred and they don't hiss when they talk to me. But since I told them they might as well challenge these difficult pronunciations, they seem to be overkill. Now they can't speak without hissing. Now, alas, it's really a headache." He babbled like an old man.

"What about the wolf? What does the wolf sound like?"

"Can't you understand them?"

"Oh, that's different, Ivern. I just use magic to understand what they're trying to say, but it's not like you can really communicate with nature - if I'm really like you, what should I be? Mage?"

Ivern pondered for a moment, then said slowly: "Wolves... are hard to serve, ah, I mean them to each other. I just persuaded a stray wolf back to his own pack last month. , because the other wolves say his bark is too harsh, can you believe it?"

He Shenyan thought about the scene for a moment, and laughed dumbly.

Ivern seemed to be able to hear his laughter, and there was a tinge of laughter in his voice: "And squirrels, squirrels like to make a fuss. Every time I walk over a branch, they have to run on me. Come, and then jump on Xiaoju again. By the way, have I introduced Xiaoju to you?"

He Shenyan said patiently, "No."

"I knew her a long time ago... At that time she was badly injured for some reason and lay on the ground. So I fished a pebble from the river and squeezed a new heart for her, the reason why I Call her Xiaoju. It's because from then on, she will have little pale white flowers on her body..."

Ivern's ramble has a magic power, and his unhurried pace of speech is even more drowsy, He Shenyan narrowed his eyes and asked: "If the war really starts, you will help Ionian?"

"Ionians?" Ivern asked, puzzled, and then it dawned on him: "Oh! You're talking about the humans, right? Hey, I can't remember these things in my head. Just remembering how to treat different animals. And plants are enough to give me a headache, if they're going to fight... um..."

Ivern pondered, and then spoke of a secret.

"Actually, I occasionally recall what I looked like when I was a human, and I also remember my hometown - the Freljord."

He sounded like he was talking about someone else's story, cheerfully: "Back then, I was called 'Ivern the Relentless.' Ah, I think... that was a long, long time ago, three The sisters have just risen, and my tribe believes in the old gods and refuses to join the three sisters. But they are too powerful, and the Iceborn."

"So I set sail with my tribe to the east - the land of the rising sun. Because, according to ancient legends, all magic flows into this world from there. My thought at that time was, if I If you can master this kind of power, then the three sisters and their dark sorcery will be nothing to fear."

"Isn't it funny? Well, mortal thoughts are always so stupid...and cute." Ivern sighed.

He continued: "I still remember... After I landed in Ionia with my tribe, I and my warriors bloodbathed more than a dozen coastal villages. Then we found a sacred wood, even I thought this place was very mysterious at the time, full of cruelty. From the mouths of the poor people who were killed by me in the past, I knew that this place was called Omika Yaran."

He Shenyan had learned the ancient Ionian language, and he knew that Omika Yalan meant the heart of the world.

"There... we had a lot of resistance, strong and wild. Those half-human, half-beast creatures, they seem to be called Vastaya? Ah, yes. To us, but I have found the relic of the Ionians, Diliu."

"Di Liu?"

"Yeah...I don't know why it's called that, but it's apt. It's the biggest willow tree I've ever seen!"

"and then?"

Ivern's voice became a little low: "Alas, Ivern the Relentless is a brutal guy who doesn't understand the beauty of nature. What else can he do? Of course, he slashed at the Emperor Willow with an axe to disintegrate the vastaya people. Will to fight. He succeeded and he didn't."

"Di Liu did fall, but he was also disintegrated by those huge life energy in an instant."

"and then?"

The mage asked with great interest what a mortal could go through to become the Ivern he is after being exposed to such a huge amount of life energy. He was also very curious about this matter.

Ivern's tone became a bit sleepy: "I...I see a lot."

"The flesh and blood of the dead were devoured by scavengers and insects, and the bones were covered in mud for a long time, gradually turning into rich soil... Plants took root among their skeletons. , new leaves sprout, new flowers bloom. The body of the dead feeds back all kinds of life, and it erupts violently as far as I can see."

"I've never seen anything like that."

"In the past, all I could see was coldness and death - Ivern the Relentless was a good warrior, but only a warrior. All he could see and learn was how to slash his axe into the neck of an enemy. But he The ground beneath his feet... was never in his field of vision."

"Life, millions of different lives are closely intertwined and inseparable in this beautiful land. I remember crying for the first time in my life at that time. Those tears were crystal clear, like dewdrops. Slipping." Ivern seemed to be reading a poem, and even He Shenyan was attracted by the scene he described.

The mage asked, "I guess, after that you become the Ivern you are now."

"Yes."

"When I woke up...I found myself a lot taller, and my limbs were covered with bark and green leaves. I don't know why, but a feeling suddenly rose in my heart: At this moment, I am left in the world Di Liu itself."

He Shenyan didn't know when there was an extra piece of kraft paper in his hand. While writing and drawing on it, he asked, "Ah, then you can walk?"

Ivern didn't even notice what he was doing, or, if he did, he didn't care, he continued: "No no no, far from it. I just woke up like you humans from sleep. Wake up. It's still a while to actually get off the bed."

"I hear the hills shouting, I hear the trees howling. I can even feel the groan of every piece of moss, the little fish in the river and the earthworms in the dirt..."

"At that time, I found out that even the dust has its own opinion."

The concept of time is very weak... It is almost certain that his concept of time has disappeared. He Shenyan frowned and wrote this sentence in the notebook. He let go of his hand and let the quill pen continue to write. The pen wrote down several complicated conjectures and calculation formulas on the notebook. He Shenyan began to calculate silently in his heart.

"Almost forgot about the business, Ivern, will you help the Ionians?"

"Human affairs have nothing to do with me, He Shenyan." Ivern seemed to be amused by some animal in front of him, he smiled and said: "You are a part of nature, and nature has its own opinions, I will not Interfering with you. You know, death is also a part of life."

"But this is war, Ivern."

"Yes, I haven't forgotten what war is. But isn't that just your human nature? Just like wolves and bears will look for deer when they are hungry, you will continue to wage war, whether it is against people or For other beings. You are also a part of nature, and war is your nature, what position do I have to stop it?" He said patiently.

The mage nodded thoughtfully: "Yes, you are right..."

But humans can.

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Astarte was sitting in a chair, and Jie was fiddling with a long knife in front of him. Don't get me wrong, the two are still in the mage tower. Thanks to the magic that He Shenyan cast here, they were able to expand the space on the first floor very much.

Jie took a deep breath, raised the long knife, and said, "Please take a look, Your Excellency."

Kronos nodded expressionlessly.

Jie's swordsmanship was learned from the Equilibrium Sect. His martial arts are extraordinary, but in the eyes of Kronos, he seems to be full of flaws - after all, it is only the martial arts of mortals. For Astarte, he didn't even need to think about what to do to defeat Ring's stance in an instant with technology alone.

After all, it was a cruel skill that he had acquired through three hundred years of never-ending battles. How could the martial arts of mortals be comparable to it?

After a while, Jie stopped gasping for breath. He asked expectantly, "How is it, Your Excellency?"

Kronos just shook his head coldly: "It's not good enough."

He didn't demand this fine mortal by Space Marine standards, but still, it wasn't enough.

He said: "You still have doubts in your mind that the knife can be faster. But your emotions are dragging down your craft - when you swing the knife, don't think about anything else. You only need to care about one thing: how to kill something that stands in your way."

"Whether it's a person or something else."

Jie bowed: "I took note, Your Excellency. Thank you for your willingness to point me."

"a piece of cake."

Astarte nodded, and it really didn't mean much to him. Anyway, he couldn't do anything else in the first place. He couldn't go out and find a few people to kill. Although the person he believed in was also sitting on the throne, the chair was golden...

At this moment, the mage slowly walked down the stairs, and the wind followed him. Kronos looked at the she-wolf and thought, What a good wolf.

His statement may be a bit strange, but in fact Astarte just thinks that this wolf should be able to help him if he is placed on the battlefield. The wind has now reached six meters in length, which can be described as a giant beast. (If you have no concept of this data, the length of an adult African lion is between 1.8 and 2.0 meters... You can make up your own mind.)

Her fur is snow-white, her eyes are golden vertical pupils, and her every move is noble and natural. A kind of coercion manifested in her, and Astarte had no doubts about what kind of damage this beast could inflict on the enemy on the battlefield, even if she was facing her fallen brothers.

He has seen how this wolf controls lightning.

"Ji, the war is coming, what do you think?" he asked seemingly casually.

The young man was stunned for a moment and said in confusion, "Huh?"

"I said, war is coming."

"...what?"

Shen suddenly remembered the legend about a woodcutter who went up the mountain to chop wood and stumbled into the chess game of the immortals. At this time, he had this feeling: I just practiced in seclusion for a period of time, why is it about to go to war all of a sudden?

"It's a Noxian, you shouldn't know about this. Three days ago, a local elder was killed by Cronus. He was bought by the Noxians, and they were originally scheduled to attack. The day is today, but it looks like their plans have changed."

Jie frowned, the amount of information revealed in the mage's three words was huge. He glanced at Astartes, and if the giant could join them, the Noxians would not be afraid to attack Ionia with a hundred thousand men. Unfortunately, he should not agree.

"Excuse me, Master. I'll be away for a while, and I'll have to go back to the Cult to warn them of the news, that the Cult of Equilibrium must protect this land - and the Noxians will pay!" Ring said firmly.

He Shenyan watched him push the door and leave, he came to Cronos, then sat on Feng's body, and said, "Some things can only be said after he leaves... The invasion of the Noxians It's been planned for a long time."

"Oh?"

"You shouldn't be aware of this country. They believe in the supremacy of power, and anyone with power can get promoted within their empire. Regardless of origin, gender. Not even race. Endless expansion, and now it looks like they've finally reached out to Ionia."

"Interesting system, if they are really like this, then they are some brave warriors." Kronos nodded and said approvingly.

"However...they are hiding some very interesting things under their fortress as the capital." The mage smiled mysteriously, and then became serious: "That thing is so interesting that I am afraid that once it gets out of trouble, it will make the world All the living are turned into undead."

Kronos' eyes also became serious. In his impression, He Shenyan's strength was definitely an Alpha-level psionicist. And Alpha-level psionicists... It is no exaggeration to say that they can do things including but not limited to extinguishing stars in their sleep, sending an entire planet into the warp, and being immune to physical attacks no matter what form... ....Etc., etc.

If he says that, it must be 'fun'.

"You see, it's not useless to be obsessed with collecting knowledge sometimes. At least I can now deduce what's hiding under the Noxian fortress."

Looking at Astarte's eyes, he slowly said four cold words, and the temperature in the room even suffocated: "Morde Kaiser."

The whispers of the dead began to condense in the mage tower, He Shenyan frowned unhappily, he waved his hand to dispel the side effect, and explained: "What I just said was Ouyu, which is the language of the dead in this world, saying It will have such side effects.”

His explanation made Astarte, whose hand had already been copied to the chainsaw, calm down for a while.