Xingchen turned around, pressed the hilt downward, and the divine wood shook and slowly fell. In the moment of falling, the divine wood was half ashes. Han Yiming was shocked. He didn't expect that the divine wood would be ashes so soon. He saw a place, waved the sword in his hand, and cut through the spiritual lights. He was eyeing a branch, but the branch was so gray that his spiritual light hit the branch, and the branches were already ashes. He stopped hesitating, and jumped up, swung the sword in his hand, and shone the spiritual light, covering the divine wood. But wherever his spiritual light was everywhere, the divine wood was ashes. Han Yiming didn't stop, and waved dozens of swords in one breath. Seeing that the spiritual light on the ground had dimmed, he fell to the ground. The divine wood was gray-black, horizontally on the ground

Up, Han Yiming stretched out his hand and turned into ashes. When he touched, he saw Xingchen wiping the sweat on his face and looking around. Suddenly, he pointed to one place and said something. Han Yiming still couldn't hear clearly, but when he looked at the place where he pointed, a little bit of aspiration flashed under the gray trunk of the divine wood tree. He ran over quickly. Wherever he got, the ashes fell. Under the ashes, a piece of divine wood as big as a palm appeared with a little starlight. Han Yiming quickly picked it up. It seemed that this was the divine wood. Xingchen finally didn't waste his energy. He put the divine wood in his arms first, turned around and was about to speak, a figure flashed from behind Xingchen, and a little bit of aspiration hit Xingchen's vest.

Hundreds of piercing the heart! Han Yiming didn't even speak, so he swung hard at Pingbo. He swung very fiercely, and several spiritual lights rushed straight to Pingbo's front heart. Xingchen knew that Pingbo was behind him, and he didn't look back, and ran straight towards Han Yiming. His spiritual power was almost exhausted, so he was definitely not Pingbo's opponent at this time. The little green and blue light came chasing the stars, and Han Yiming also rushed over. He ran quickly while wielding his sword, clusters of frost and swelled straight to Pingbo, and Xingchen rushed into his arms. Han Yiming saw the little cold star heading straight to Xingchen's back heart, stretched out his left hand, first protecting Xingchen's back heart, and watched the little cold star hit his left hand and hit him.

Suddenly a white light came out from the back of his hand, and the blue dragon spirit shield covered him and Xingchen. The cold star hit the white light. Han Yiming's hand felt ache, but the spiritual light could not hit him directly. He was bounced by his spirit shield and he didn't know where he went. He raised his head and looked at Pingbo. He waved the Qingshuang Sword in his hand, and Frost Flower went straight to Pingbo. He put Xingchen aside and rushed towards Pingbo.

Pingbo failed to hit the attack, and saw that he was like a mad tiger and rushed forward. He took action quickly. In a blink of an eye, his spiritual sword shadows were everywhere. How could he stay there? He turned around and left. Han Yiming pounced on him, and he had already gone far. If Han Yiming really wanted to catch up, how could he not catch up? But he couldn't leave Xingchen and the boy here, and didn't chase him. Seeing him, he turned around and saw Xingchen picking up the divine wood. When he looked at the boy, he was still lying there and motionless. He rushed over and touched his mouth and nose. Fortunately, he was still alive and couldn't wake up.

Xingchen said, "Master, let's go. Take him away." Han Yiming mentioned the boy as he said, and asked Xingchen, "Can you leave? If you can't, I will carry you." Xingchen put the divine wood into his arms and shook his head: "I have no strength, the master will carry me back." Han Yiming squatted down, Xingchen lay on his back, and his small hands wrapped around his neck, and Han Yiming went back with his sword.

He carried Xingchen alone and brought the boy. He was very careful and used his sword-controlling technique very quickly. He rushed back to the Lingshan Qingjing place like lightning. He was not relieved until he entered the barrier. When the people in Lingshan saw him coming back, they all surrounded him. Lu Jingxin first took Xingchen from his back. Xingchen was asleep, and the boy couldn't wake up. Chen Ruofu was very surprised to see him bringing the boy here: "Who is this?" Han Yiming said: "I'm too

I wondered, Xingchen and I went to chop up the heavenly divine wood, and he and his charlatan master were also there. His charlatan master fell into the ground and could never come back. I couldn't leave him alone there, so I brought him back. Pingbo was still around. If this boy fell into Pingbo's hands, who would know what would be like?" Chen Ruofu said: "You are tired, so you can rest. I will take him to rest. I will talk about it when he wakes up tomorrow." He took the boy and went out.

Han Yiming was not tired. He looked at his left hand. The back of his left hand was charred black. It seemed to be burnt when it touched. The flesh below the bottom was not strange or painful. Everyone in Lingshan dispersed, and the person who left finally brought his door to the house. Han Yiming reached out and took out the divine wood from his arms. As soon as the divine wood was taken out, it rippled with a light of spirit, and it rose up and swelled three inches on his hand. Han Yiming moved his hand away, and the divine wood was churning there quietly. Han Yiming said to himself: "There is already a divine wood bracelet in Lingshan. This divine wood will never be used as a divine wood bracelet. I just don't know what the divine wood is for." Suddenly I remembered the palm

The secretary of the door came and wanted to pick it up. He remembered that the secretary was borrowed by Chen Ruofu, and he just sighed. He always wanted to read the secretary, but there were always things like this and that, and it was delayed. Now he has settled down in Lingshan and has to find an opportunity to read the book carefully. At this time, he felt tired. He saw a basin of water on the table over there. I don’t know which senior brother and sister carefully brought you dust. After walking over to wash your face, he suddenly felt something was wrong. He looked at the basin for a while, and there was no shadow on his face, and there was no shadow on his face, and the shadow of the skeleton that had been chewing on his face.

This was a very surprising moment. I wanted to find a mirror to take a look, but there was no mirror in my house and I couldn't take a look. I wanted to go out to find a mirror, but it was already late at night. When I went out to look for it, I might not be able to alarm my seniors. After a while, it would be dawn. It would not be too late to find it carefully.

When he woke up, it was already past the third day, and there was a slight sound outside. Han Yiming was still lying on the ** and heard the sound of ding dong in his ears, gentle and graceful. When he listened carefully, it was a guqin music. The sound of the music was quiet, like a mountain spring, with a gurgling sound. He heard the sound of the piano. After listening for a while, the sound of the piano was stopped and only one person said, "I like playing the piano, and there is only these minor tricks. I wonder if Lingshan School is willing to include me?" Han Yiming heard this, and couldn't help sitting up and looked at the sound through the window. There was a man in his clothes in his clothes, about forty years old, with beards under his chin and beautiful face. He sat cross-legged on the ground, with a guqin on his knees. His senior brothers and sisters were listening to him playing the piano, and Jingxin Dichen, who had just entered Lingshan, also sat on the side and listened.

Lu Jingxin said: "Whether this senior brother can be included in the senior brother, it is really not our final decision. Our junior brother in the sect is still resting. When he gets up, what will be decided by him?"

The man in Maiyi nodded and said, "Okay, then wait for the head to wake up." He raised his hand again, gently stroked the string, and played another song. When he played this song, Han Yiming felt warm. He didn't have the rhythm, he could only listen. The man in Maiyi finished playing, and Chen Ruofu said, "It's so cool to play the flowing water, but this spring makes people feel warm in their hearts. This senior brother is really good at piano. The senior brother has been playing for many years. It seems that there is something to change." The man in Maiyi said, "Although this senior brother is young, he has

A pair of excellent ears, I have changed a lot, which is slightly different from the original songs of "Yangchun" and "Flowing Water". Is the senior brother also proficient in music?" Chen Ruofu said: "Senior brother has been awarded. My Lingshan School has once mastered this method, so I have heard some of them. But I don't know." The man in a squat stood up with the piano, shook his clothes on his body, and said: "It's rare to meet a soulmate in life. Can the senior brother who doesn't know this method hear my changes. Can this teacher who is proficient in music come out and see me?"

For a moment, everyone stopped talking. Han Yiming knew that besides the master, there were also teachers who were proficient in music, but they didn't know which one they were. But seeing such senior brothers and sisters didn't speak, they knew that the teacher was dead. The man in Mayi saw that they didn't speak anymore, so he stopped asking. He also knew about the catastrophe of Lingshan. He didn't say anything anymore, so he naturally wouldn't ask again. Han Yiming came out of the house and Chen Ruofu said, "Junior brother, come on." Han Yiming walked over and saw the man in Mayi being surprised by his expression and looked at him. When he approached, Mayi

The man looked him up and down, held the piano under his ribs, bowed and bowed: "Is this the leader of Lingshan Han?" Han Yiming said: "Senior brother is right, I am Han Yiming." The man in mai said: "There is nothing in his lower body, he can only play the piano and be obsessed with the sound of the piano. Don't you know if you can come to Lingshan to practice?" Han Yiming said: "Thank you, Senior brother, don't think that Lingshan is too small, come and go." The man was overjoyed and saluted respectfully: "In the next road, Fengwu, Master Duomeng is unabandoned, and I dare not take the word "Senior brother". Master, what do I want to enter Lingshan?"

Chen Ruoju came up and said, "If you enter my Lingshan Mountain, you only need my leader Yunke to give you nine great gifts to the Lingshan Blessing Place." The man was very surprised: "Is that simple?" Lu Jingxin said, "This fellow Buddhists say: I Buddha only passes on people who are destined to be. My Lingshan Mountain is similar to this, and the ones who are destined to be destined to be destined to be destined to be destined to be destined to be destined to be destined to be destined to be destined to be destined to be destined to be destined to be destined to be destined to be destined to be destined to be destined to be destined to be destined to be destined to be destined to be destined to be destined to be destined to be destined to be destined to be destined to be destined to be destined to be destined as long as you come to my Lingshan Mountain to practice, we will not reject those false etiquettes." Feng Wu asked hurriedly, "Where is the blessing land of Lingshan? If the leader Yunke is unsolicited, I will go and bow now." As he said that, he looked at Han Yiming with eyes. Han Yi said with all his eyes.

Seeing that he was so serious, Ming said, "Please take him to pay tribute, and then go into my Lingshan Mountain." Chen Ruofu said, "Okay, I'll take it there." The man turned around and wanted to leave, but immediately turned around and handed the piano in his hand to Chen Ruofu and said, "Please take it for me." Chen Ruofu took it over, he straightened his clothes, adjusted his headscarf, walked to Han Yiming, knelt down on his knees, and gave a big gift. Han Yiming was startled and helped him up. He stood up and said, "Master, I'm going to the blessing land now." Chen Ruofu led him away.

Lu Jingxin said, "Junior brother, this is really a fellow who is obsessed with music and has no cultivation." Han Yiming said, "Senior brother, do you think you shouldn't accept him?" Lu Jingxin shook his head: "Junior brother, how could you have this idea? You should accept him very much. Being obsessed with things he likes, immersed in it, you will make achievements sooner or later. Senior Brother Ding entered the Tao from the cooking and his cultivation is no worse than other fellow disciples. Accepting such a fellow disciple is only good for us." Han Yiming was a little surprised, and Lu Jingxin said, "Junior brother, we have come out of the sword light and sword shadow in the past few years. We have a bloody road. Now we need rest and rest. We have gained a foothold, and don't let others be wary of us. The more fellow practitioners in this way, the better. This is to confuse others.

Blood, I will sooner or later make them return blood to blood, but before this, we should also restrain ourselves. Recruiting fellow students who practice arts is undoubtedly a good thing." A sentence of blood to blood hit Han Yiming's thoughts. Can so many fellow students in Lingshan swallow their revenge quietly? How can they swallow it? Thinking about it, he said, "What my senior brother said is that my spiritual power is not enough, so I can't take revenge immediately." Lu Jingxin said, "Junior brother, don't be too frustrated. At present, we don't have the power to take revenge. If we really have the power to take revenge, we will not be driven around in the past three years. Junior brother, we will always have a day of revenge. They will definitely live forever. We will also practice forever. Since there are long days, we will always wait for this day."
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