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The door accepted you, you will knock nine heads for the head." Qingshi glanced at Han Yiming and said, "Master, he is obviously much younger than you, but you want to listen to him. I really can't understand." Feng Yumao said, "This is the head of my sect. He is much more capable than me, so I want to listen to him. Not only me, you also want to listen to the head of the sect." Qingshi frowned and stopped talking. Han Yiming knew that he had always suspected that he had harmed his blood-cutting master, so he stopped talking. Feng Yumao said, "If you want to be my disciple, you have to worship the head of my sect." Qingshi looked at Han Yiming for a moment, pouted and knocked nine heads for Han Yiming. Han Yiming nodded and said, "Senior Brother is so worried." After looking at Xingchen, he still looked like a stone. He couldn't help but sigh and turned around and left.

That evening, Han Yiming was already asleep, but heard footsteps outside the door. He woke up and listened carefully. There was indeed a series of footsteps going over there. Han Yiming didn't go out. When he looked at it, it was Qingshi. He took a bowl of water and ran to the stone statue of Xingchen with a bowl of water, and whispered: "When will you wake up? I'll wait for you for a few days. Can we go play together when you wake up?" He came to Lingshan, and was the best with Xingchen. He didn't see him in front of Xingchen. At this time, he suddenly felt sad. Qingshi sat for a while and placed the bowl in front of Xingchen and said: "You often tell me that you are thirsty and want to drink water. I scooped water for you to drink. You drink it. If you don't finish drinking enough, I will scoop it for you."

Xingchen's stone statue was motionless, and Qingshi sat for a while and sighed, "I am also a disciple of Lingshan now. When will you come back to play with me? Remember me and don't forget me. In this world, my current master is the best for me except you." Han Yiming unexpectedly, this seemingly reckless bluestone was very concerned about Xingchen. Seeing his lonely figure sitting there, he stood up and opened the door of the house and was about to walk over, but suddenly he heard Shen

Ruofu's voice whispered: "Junior brother, don't go." Han Yiming turned around, and Shen Ruofu stood aside and shook his head gently. Han Yiming walked to him gently, and Shen Ruofu said: "Junior brother, don't worry. Qingshi and Xingchen have a good time. It's not the first time he sees him at night. Let's not disturb him. He is a rare treasure in the eyes of the Bians, but in Lingshan, we don't cut his blood, so he is just an ordinary disciple. The reason he has gained a foothold in Lingshan."

Han Yiming nodded softly: "What my senior brother said is that even if I took him in Lingshan, I would have a foothold. With his special nature, I really don't know how long I can live in another sect." The two of them stopped talking, just looked at the bluestone in the dark. Bluestone stretched out their hands to brush away the dust from the star stone statue and said, "I think the head of you is okay, it's not bad, and I didn't take me to cut blood. But I still like you and my master. Don't sleep anymore, wake up and play with me. After you sleep, no one will play with me. I am so lonely." Lingshan and others have grown up, and Bluestone is still a boy, and they have nothing to say to them, so they are naturally lonely.

Suddenly, footsteps sounded over there, and one person rushed straight over. The man's long hair was loose and his clothes were not tidy. Wuming ran to the side of Qingshi with a sword in his hand, waved his hand and chopped towards Xingchen's stone statue. Han Yiming and Chen Ruofu were both shocked. Han Yiming waved his hand, and the Mingyuan sword flashed and rushed towards Wuming, but he was one step late. Wuming's sword had already chopped on the stone statue. The stone statue fell silently and fell down. Han Yiming had already rushed over and stopped Wuming.

Wuming smiled foolishly, turned around and ran away. Han Yiming looked at him, then looked at the broken stone statue. He was angry and anxious. He squatted down to look at the stone statue. He saw Qingshi holding the falling corner with both hands and put it on the stone statue again, holding it with his hands, glanced around. His hands did not dare to leave the stone statue, Han Yiming said, "Are you looking for your master? I will hold it, how about you go?" He held the corner with both hands. Qingshi looked at him for a moment, untied a string from his wrist and headed towards the stone statue.

The rope was in his hand, only three inches long, but he reached in front of the stone statue, and the rope was several times larger, easily tying the stone statue of the stars. In the darkness, Han Yiming also saw that the rope was the rope on the bluestone wrist. The color was black, and the stone statue was tied up by his rope, as if it had not been cut. The bluestone yawned and patted the stone statue and said, "I'm going back to sleep. You wake up early, I'm waiting for you to play together."

He stood up, turned around and ran back, Han Yiming slowly let go, the stone statue of Xingchen was tied up by the rope, but it was not cracked. Looking for Wuming again, I don’t know where he had gone. Han Yiming stood for a while and came back into the house. As soon as he entered the house, he felt exhausted. He had not been tired these days, but he was so tired that he could not speak. Chen Ruofu also went back to the house to rest, and Han Yiming fell to the bed, and after a moment he fell asleep.

Suddenly, someone in his ear spoke softly. Han Yiming was weak all over, but he struggled to look at the sound. The person who was talking could not see clearly, and he couldn't even see anything. Han Yiming wanted to stand up, but he couldn't move. A little white light from afar floated towards him. A moment later a voice said in his ear: "Can I return?" He had never heard of this voice, but he couldn't say it in his ear. As for what kind of familiarity it was, he couldn't explain it clearly, but this voice made him feel not afraid, but he was a little calmer. The voice said in his ear: "Can I return?" Han Yiming said: "Who, who is it? Is it Xingchen?"

The voice disappeared, Han Yiming said, "Who is it? Are you my Lingshan disciple?" The voice said, "Yes." Although Han Yiming knew that he was in a dream, he was clear-headed and said, "If you are my Lingshan disciple, please come back quickly. If you are not, I will never allow you to come!" The voice was silent, and Han Yiming woke up in a flash, sat up, covered in sweat.

Since he came to Lingshan, all he saw in his dreams will be realized in the future. Han Yiming sat by the bed, thought about this dream for a few times, and was still uneasy. He also saw that there was already light in the sky, so he got up and walked out of the house. At this time, he needed to find Chen Ruofu to say the previous story, but standing at the door looking at the hut where Chen Ruofu lived, it was still dark and he was still resting. Han Yiming suddenly heard the "crackling" sound, and looked in the sound, and had seen a little fire there. Han Yiming hurriedly walked towards the fire. The fire seemed not far away, but he rushed over to know whether it was close. And he got closer, it was not a
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