The room was dark, and a wave of heat came to his face. Han Yiming suddenly felt as hot as a stove.

Looking closely, there was a large stone stove in half of the room. There were pieces of bright red charcoal in the stove, but it had already been the remaining fire. The charcoal was clearly extinguished. No wonder it was so hot here.

Next to the stone stove is an anvil, hammer, iron cauldron, and two buckets, a bellows and a sink. Although it is rough, it is like a complete blacksmith shop. I don’t know where Wuming got these things. If it were Lingshan in the past, it would be not difficult to get these things. But now Lingshan was once a place for Zi Shang’s cultivation, so it would be difficult to find these things. I remember that Wuming didn’t even hear others’ words, and I don’t know what method he used to get these things?

Just as he was about to think of it, someone had already come to the front. Han Yiming looked straight ahead and walked closer. He lifted a string of gourds in his hand. The string of gourds were not big, about ten, all of which were brown. They hung on a string of dry vines. Wuming brought the dry vines over. He didn't look at Han Yiming, and walked straight into the room. He walked past Han Yiming, and Han Yiming felt a chill passing by, and the heat disappeared.

Wuming placed the string of gourds in the corner of the house, walked to the stove, picked up a few pieces of charcoal on the ground, threw them into the stove. He didn't make a sound, and Han Yiming didn't go in, but just stood outside the door to look at him. The pieces of charcoal were dark and threw them into the stove without burning immediately, and the charcoal with remaining fire below was darkened.

After a while, the house lit up, and the firelight shone brightened the dark room. Except for half of the room that was a complete blacksmith shop, the other half of the room was very sloppy and the ground was not flat. There was a pile of thatched grass in one place, and several gourds hung on the beams, and there was nothing left.

Han Yiming saw the thatch spread out and thought to himself: Could it be that Wuming lived here? He was suddenly attracted by the pile of gourds on the ground. Wuming mentioned the pile of gourds before, and he also took a look. The gourds were not big, and there was nothing unusual. The color was also the brown color of the gourds after they had dried up. But at this time, each gourd slowly became brighter and shone with various lusters, some were green, and two of them were white.

Han Yiming had never seen such a gourd. Suddenly, he remembered that Wuming had several gourds hanging above the thatched thatch, so he looked at the string of gourds hanging on the beam. The string of gourds also emitted light, and they were of different colors. However, whether it was placed on the ground or the gourds hanging on the beam, it was cold, and even the white light was chilling.

At some point, Qingshi ran to Han Yiming and stood up and looked inside the house. Wuming was squatting underground and looking at the firewood on the ground. Han Yiming asked Qingshi, "Is he going to make a sword?" Qingshi first looked at the sky and shook his head. Han Yiming said, "What do you mean?" Qingshi said, "It's wrong today."

He looked serious, and Han Yiming didn't realize it was strange and smiled, "You know that the time is wrong?" Qingshi said seriously, "If he wanted to make an iron, he would have to pick the time. Although I don't know how he chose the time, he never made an iron in the daytime. He just hit it the morning before, so he would never make an iron today. I remember that it would take more than five days apart from his iron, so he would never make an iron at this time."

Han Yiming was surprised and said, "You are really careful." Qingshi said, "I have no friends, I can't speak to others, and I don't want to tell them. Even my master, I can't say anything. Although my master is nice to me, I have never cut me with a knife. Even if I don't like to plant flowers and plants, I don't know what to say with my master. I don't have to talk, but it's easier."

Qingshi was nothing more than an older child. Han Yiming sighed, "No one plays with you in Lingshan, you are really lonely." Qingshi lowered his head, looking a little aggrieved, but after a moment, he said, "As long as no one cuts my blood, I will not be afraid. It's good here." Han Yiming asked, "Did your former master always cut your blood?" Qingshi nodded and said, "Yes. Sometimes he cuts my blood a lot one day. Once he cuts my blood, and after I cut it, I have to stand up for a long time. He doesn't care much about me."

Han Yiming looked at Qingshi, who was tortured by spiritual blood. After cutting the blood, he ignored his life and death. He also felt that he was too miserable and said, "We will not cut your blood, you don't have to worry."

Qingshi said, "I know, I was afraid of coming here at first. I was afraid of being cut off after falling asleep. I ran over and was caught back when I ran away. He wanted to cut my blood, but he would come to cut it in the middle of the night." He shivered. Han Yiming couldn't bear it and said, "Don't think about it anymore, no one will come to cut it." Qingshi said, "Although this place is lonely, I am no longer afraid. I am willing to stay here. He is different from my master. He walks around everywhere, so I follow him. My current master has never blamed me. Master, can I take him as my teacher?"

He pointed at Wuming, and Han Yiming sighed, "He is not a disciple of Lingshan, I can't care about him. I don't know how long he will stay here. I don't know if he will accept you. If he doesn't accept you and leaves Lingshan in the future, will you leave him or stay here?"

Qingshi said for a while, and after a moment, "He told me that he would not accept me, nor would he take me away. I will stay here." Tears appeared in his eyes, and Han Yiming sighed. He was still a child, and an ordinary child. The long years of Lingshan were too dull and boring for him, and he didn't dare to leave, and he felt even more lonely. After thinking about it, he said to him, "Qingshi, you are a spirit body, and spiritual blood is what many people want. Although it is lonely, it is safe. You also know that we will not harm you, so you should learn some skills quickly, so that your own abilities can be safe. If you want to leave Lingshan, then learn some skills. When you can protect yourself, others cannot cut your blood, don't you let you come and go freely? Although this is lonely, you are finally helpless!"

Qingshi said silently, and for a while, "Master, won't you blame me for leaving in the future?" Han Yiming said, "Not blame. As long as you can protect yourself, no one can cut your blood anymore, you can leave. Not all Lingshan disciples will never leave in Lingshan. In the past, many outstanding senior brothers and sisters in our Lingshan were walking in the world." Qingshi was stunned for a moment and said, "Is it true?" Han Yiming said, "In Lingshan and not Lingshan are both practicing. They are Lingshan disciples. How big is the world, it is also a good thing to be able to walk around. If you have that ability, you will no longer be afraid of others harming you, and no one can cut your blood at any time. I will never stop you from going. Therefore, if you want to leave, then learn from your teachers and learn from your teachers' skills, and you will be able to leave."

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