Han Yiming looked at her and said, "I suddenly remembered her. I wouldn't have thought of her before. But I have been thinking of her these days."

She looked sad and her eyebrows were slightly locked: "My master used to be furious, but he never had any attacks on me."

Han Yiming remembered Zi Shang's unpredictable temper in the past, knew that she had never had a good life, and knew that she had never been happy. He sighed and said, "Although Master Zi Shang has a bigger temper, he is still very good to us juniors."

Yes, even though she had a bad temper, even though she had given her countless cold faces and even scolded her in person, she saved herself and Senior Brother Ding.

Han Yiming no longer remembered her bad habits to him. What he would never forget was her pity and lamentation, and she finally tried her best to protect herself and Ding Wu.

Suddenly Ling Xin got up and ran behind Han Yiming.

When Han Yiming looked back, she was already sitting behind her again.

She looked at Yi Fang in fear, and Han Yiming looked in the direction she was looking at, but it was an unknown thatched hut.

Han Yiming was about to ask her "what happened", but Wuming walked out of the hut.

Wuming had a thin layer of frost on his body. Han Yiming had never seen him afraid of the cold, but at this time the thin layer of frost on his body made him see very clearly.

Wuming approached, and the thin frost on his body gradually disappeared. When he stood in front of the stove, the thin frost was gone.

Han Yiming said intently, "What's going on?" He turned around and looked at Ling Xin, but saw her hiding behind her in fear.

He knew that Wen Wuming could not ask anything, so he said to Ling Xin: "Don't be afraid, Wuming is now considered your senior brother."

Ling Xin whispered, "I'm just afraid of him, I'm just afraid of him." She shivered while saying that, and shrank her body behind Han Yiming.

Han Yiming was about to tell her that Wuming would not hurt her, but he saw Wuming raise his hand and throw something into the stove.

When Han Yiming saw the things he threw into the stove, he jumped up until he rushed to the edge of the stove.

Although he was talking to Ling Xin, Wuming's hand-towed things into the stove looked familiar. He rushed to the stove and saw that it was indeed a gourd lying in the stove.

There is a palm-shaped detention method on this gourd, which is Han Yiming's spell.

This was the gourd hanging under the beam of Wuming's house. Han Yiming still remembered that when he pressed the gourd, the gourd was like a living thing with a heartbeat.

Logically speaking, if he doesn't remove his spell, others will definitely not be able to solve it. After he casts this detention method, Wuming should not be able to handle the gourd, and Wuming must know that Wuming wants to take the gourd.

Han Yiming had already made plans, and Wuming must find him if he wanted to use this gourd.

As long as he can't use this gourd, he can find out the origin himself.

But Wuming looked for him in the future, took the gourd and threw it into the stove! It was a big surprise to Han Yiming!

Han Yiming threw himself to the stove, and suddenly felt the face was burning, and the corners of his clothes were blowing across the stove.

He had no time to take care of it, staring at the gourd.

The gourd in the fire became red, and after a moment it turned into dark blue, and after a moment it had melted in the fire.

He opened his eyes wide and looked at the place where the gourd melted, and it was empty.

Han Yiming couldn't believe his eyes. He stared at him for a moment and saw no stranger. Lingxin said on the side: "Your clothes are burning." Han Yiming lowered his head and wiped out the fire at the corner of the skirt, looked at the fire for a moment before retreating.

He really had no choice but to use Wuming, and even his detention method was broken. He suddenly remembered that Brother Chen used to say that Wuming was an unbearable body of magic, and he couldn't remember it.

Suddenly, his clothes were gently waving, and Han Yiming could not see any abnormalities around him, and there was a whirlwind around him, which not only blew his clothes, but also blew the dust, ash, and trees on the ground here.

Han Yiming looked around carefully and Ling Xin had already rushed to him and said something.

Han Yiming could see Lingxin's lips moving slightly, and she could see her face full of panic, but she couldn't hear what she said.

Han Yiming asked her quickly: "What did you say?"

Ling Xin heard it and she said another sentence, but Han Yiming still saw her talking but couldn't hear what she said.

Suddenly there was a chirping in the stove. Han Yiming heard it and realized that it was a chirping of birds, clear and high.

When Han Yiming was thinking about what kind of bird this was, a ray of spiritual light had already risen in the furnace and rushed upwards.

The fire suddenly rose and overflowed from the stove, but it followed the light of spirit, and in a blink of an eye it had wrapped the light of spirit and burned wildly.

Han Yiming was extremely surprised and suddenly heard an old man's voice saying, "It's you, you are not..."

The voice of the words came to an abrupt end, and the fire fell back into the furnace. Although it was extremely hot, it was exactly the same as before.

Han Yiming looked at Wuming, but Wuming was still expressionless, and his eyes were only looking at the fire.

Han Yiming knew that he couldn't find out the result, but he still couldn't help asking: "What is this gourd?"

Wuming, as if he had never heard of it, stood by the furnace for a while, took out the abnormal iron furnace and put it on the anvil for a while.

Han Yiming stared at the alien iron. At this time, there was a touch of black in the alien iron, like thick ink, which was particularly eye-catching among the alien iron with a strange color.

Wuming still shaved the iron into a long strip first, then folded it three times to forge it, and then threw it into the furnace.

After repeating this and this several times, Han Yiming not only couldn't get in, but also couldn't find the result, but could only stand aside.

The alien iron was forged nine times. After throwing the alien iron into the furnace for the ninth time, Wuming turned around and walked into the hut.

Han Yiming felt helpless and turned his head and saw that the spiritual core was gone.

She will not leave Lingshan. Although the spiritual core has its current appearance, her spiritual power has not yet been restored. In addition, Shen Ruo closed Lingshan, she will not leave.

Seeing that the fire was still raging, but the sky had turned dark, Han Yiming knew that he had been here for a day.

He still didn't want to leave, and still wanted to see what Wuming could produce in the end. As for Yuanhui, he asked him to wait.

Han Yiming didn't want to see Yuanhui. Although he was not afraid of seeing him, he didn't want to see him. It would be better to see him. It would be better to see Wuming after he had finished his business.

The sky became dark, and Wuming still hadn't come out of the hut.

Han Yiming felt uneasy and couldn't help it after waiting for a while. He walked outside the hut and stood for a while, and knocked on the door of the hut twice.

There was no response in the house, and Wuming did not come out. Han Yiming walked into the hut.

It was dark in the hut. Han Yiming lit the candlelight of Fanxin and saw Wuming sleeping on the bed, with his limbs spreading, sleeping heavily.

Han Yiming said: "Senior Brother Wuming, you never speak on weekdays, but there are many strange things on the sword you have refined. Can you know me?"
Chapter completed!