The broken jade was shaking. Han Yiming watched it finally storm out of the purple water lily and fell directly to the ground. Xingchen had already stretched out a small hand and caught the broken jade. The broken jade fell on his small palm, and a bright light rose and disappeared in a blink of an eye. Xingchen said: "They are all seriously injured and need to be raised for a few days. The head of the sect is carrying one, and I will raise one better." Han Yiming turned his little hand open and saw that there was indeed a small butterfly pattern on his hand, much smaller than his own. His tiger's mouth was black. When looking at the light, there was a golden light, but the one in his hand was white.

Xingchen said, "Let's go, the head of the sect will take me to play." Han Yiming still put the purple water lily back into the water and said, "Okay, I'll take you to play, but, where do you want to play? I don't know where you want to play. Or, you take me to play? When you arrive, I will play with you." Xingchen smiled, as cute as a flower, and turned around and ran. He ran a few steps and had already walked away. Han Yiming saw that he was going quickly, knew something was wrong, so he turned around and looked around. Suddenly, he saw Wuming flashing there. When he looked back, Xingchen disappeared. Han Yiming couldn't think too much, and chased Xingchen at the disappearance of the sword.

After chasing for a while, the small figure of the stars in front of him was as fast as a meteor. Han Yiming tried his best but couldn't catch up with him. This little boy was indeed different. No one in Lingshan could match this trick. Han Yiming saw the power of the stars with his own eyes, but even with such spiritual power, he had to prevent Pingbo from plotting against him. He insisted on playing with him and taking the sword with him. It must be a point of using the sword, not to mention that he called himself, which must be different from usual.

He chased after him for a while before he saw Xingchen stopping from afar. Han Yiming rushed over and saw Xingchen looking down. Han Yiming also looked down with him. He was startled. Below was a mountain, a lake. There was a piece of black soil on the mountain, and blood red was faintly revealed from the black soil. It was daytime, and the blood red was particularly clear. Han Yiming looked around. There were trees on all sides of the mountain, but there was a piece of black soil, which was very strange. The lake next to him was quite clear, reflecting the mountain into the water, and a white cloud circling around the top of the peak. Han Yiming didn't know where this was, but when he saw Xingchen looking down, he didn't ask, but just looked at it.

After a moment, Xingchen raised his head and said, "Sect Master, let's come here to play."

Han Yiming said, "Okay, go play, I'll watch." Xingchen smiled, "Master, there are many good things on the lakeside. Can we go and find them? Let's compare who has found more treasures." As he said, he fell to the ground. Han Yiming was strange in his heart, but he held back. Xingchen could never be judged by common sense. Han Yiming fell down with him. The cool breeze mat by the lake, and the reeds undulate. Stars fell to the ground and had already run away. He ran away while running, saying, "Master, you're waiting for me here." The wind was coming under his feet, and he ran away in a blink of an eye. Han Yiming looked around and saw nothing strange. He calmed down and looked around. He looked around, but he didn't see anything strange, so he sat down by the lake. In the past, he sat down by the lake, and Xiaoguai would come out of the lake. Now the scenery is vague, but it is already a past life and present life, and suddenly he felt a little sigh.

As he was cold, Han Yiming looked down and saw a white light running away from his hand. Han Yiming had a sharp eye and saw that the white light was like a sword, but a snow-white horse riding a snow-white little man. Xianzhi, Han Yiming was shocked and jumped up, but saw the white light stopped and hid behind a grass. After a moment, a pair of mustard-like small eyes peeked at him from under the grass. Yes, it was Xianzhi. Han Yiming burst into tears in an instant, and was still alive! There was still a living Xianzhi! He looked around hard, and saw a small flower there. He walked over and picked it in his hand, slowly approached Xianzhi, squatted down, Xianzhi hid behind, and Han Yiming stopped approaching him, slowly stretched out his hand and sent the flower in his hand to Xianzhi.

Xianzhi looked at him and looked at the flowers he sent. The little horse took a bite carefully. The little man looked at him with his eyes tightly. After a moment, he got up and bite the petals. Han Yiming didn't dare to see through them. He looked at them firmly. After eating one, Han Yiming picked another one and still handed it over. Xianzhi started chewing two flowers. Xianzhi quietly approached. Han Yiming stretched out his finger and gently rubbed the top of their heads. Xianzhi hid at first, and asked him to rub the top of his head.

It was like a good fruit. Han Yiming whispered: "Are you my fairy zhi in Lingshan? Do you remember me? I used to feed you in front of the Illusion Lake. My Senior Brother Ding took me to know you." Speaking of this, tears fell like rain. Ding Wu's appearance came alive in his heart. His bright head, fat body, and honest appearance all came alive. Not only Ding Wu, the senior brothers and sisters of Lingshan and his teachers all came alive in their hearts. Han Yiming couldn't choke and cried bitterly.

I cried so hard that I cried hard, and after a while, I found that there were many Muzhi, Xianzhi, red, purple, and white standing around him. Some even climbed onto him and rubbed him together. I looked up at him with my head raised, and a pony licked his finger boldly. Han Yiming said: "Lingshan is gone long ago. Now my Lingshan disciples are practicing in the same place. If you are still willing to go with me, my Lingshan disciples will be like before. I will never eat you and will never hurt you.

You. As long as we are alive, we will never let others eat you!" The little man and pony are approaching, and Han Yiming stretched out his hands, and they all rushed over. Suddenly, a white light flashed in front of him, and a white door curtain fell in front of him. He looked up and said, "The head of the sect will bring them all back with this." Who knew when this little ghost brought this door curtain? The door curtain fell on the ground. Mu Zhi and Xian Zhi ran up one after another, stood on the door curtain, squeezed and moved like a child.

Xingchen said, "The head of the sect can take them away with them with this sect." Han Yiming didn't know where he called, but this sect was really useful and could take away all the little people and ponies here. Seeing them squeezed into the sect, they looked around and looked around, and there was nothing missing. They squatted down and lifted the two corners of the sect. Xingchen also ran over, lifted the other two corners and put the sect together. Looking at the sect, Xingchen said, "The head of the sect put away the sect." Han Yiming put the sect in his arms as he spoke, and looked around, waved at Han Yiming, turned around and ran away. Han Yiming followed him, and had walked into the woods in a blink of an eye. Xingchen sat down beside him: "Did you ask me to come for these Ganoderma lucidum?" Xingchen smiled slightly, and did not answer him, turning around and looking around.
Chapter completed!