Huang Jingxuan bowed and said, "We come from the north and go south." The man said, "We are also from the north, and we are considered to have a destiny for all Taoist priests. Now the sun is about to set, why are you still busy rushing? There are no villages in front of you thirty miles ahead." He said, looking around, and then said, "Are you going to sleep here, Taoist priests?"

Huang Jingxuan smiled and said, "That's right." The man was very surprised. He looked at them and said, "The Taoist priest has never seen a village all the way? Why don't he rest there?" Huang Jingxuan smiled and said, "See." The man suddenly said, "Yes, no wonder the Taoist priests are going to sleep here. Taoist priests must not be too careful. There are many bandits in Tiemang Mountain, so the few villages here do not accept outsiders. In the past, the villages along the way were very hospitable. I am very familiar with every family in the village. Say hello to the villagers. I borrowed their territory. How about asking the Taoist priests to rest overnight?"

Huang Jingxuan said, "Thank you. We don't want to disturb others, it's the same if we just rest here. Thank you for your kindness." The man repeatedly invited him, and Huang Jingxuan always politely declined. The man had a bit of regret on his face. Huang Jingxuan thanked him again and again. He got on the horse and took the team of people along the way they came.

That night, everyone rested in the valley. After walking for several days, everyone rested early. Han Yiming followed everyone for these days, and his body was no longer as weak as before, and he became strong. Although he was tired, he couldn't sleep. He had only been up Lingshan for ten days, and when he came down the mountain, he seemed to be a different life. Seeing all this, he was no longer as curious as before.

It's strange that he has never made many people unrecognizable after this short time, but at this time it seems that it is true. He used to be as timid as a mouse, and was weak and afraid of things. Although he is not very bold now, the weakness seems to no longer exist.

Is it because of the Mingyuan Sword? Han Yiming couldn't help but reach out and touch the Mingyuan Sword on his back. He looked around and all the senior brothers fell asleep. He reached out and untied the Mingyuan Sword on his back and placed it on his knees. He looked carefully. The Mingyuan Sword's scabbard was still dark and dark, but the black was covered with a little purple-black. He gently stroked the scabbard with his hands. The scabbard was not as smooth as a mirror, and it felt a little rough. I don't know what it was made of. Han Yiming said to himself: "It would be great if Senior Brother Gu was there. At least he could ask what it was done. He knew so much and must know what it was!"

He looked around again and saw that even the Taoist Taoist under Pingbo was asleep from a distance. He gently pulled out the Mingyuan sword. Under the moonlight, the ribbed grid on the sword showed a light purple light, which was very beautiful. After looking at it, he inserted the sword back into the sheath. He thought to himself: "If there is no Mingyuan sword, wouldn't I still be like this now? Or would I be as timid as before?" When he arrived here, he couldn't help but shake his head. If he had not been ignorant and incompetent, he would not... If he had the courage at that time, even if he knew he was dead, he would have to fight to the death!

Suddenly, he heard a sound in the distance. Han Yiming was shocked and carried Mingyuan's sword on his back, stood up and listened with his ears. The sound came from a faraway place, connecting into a very noisy area. He couldn't hear it clearly, and looked around, but there were only the dark woods and the night sky with stars shining on his head.

The sound sometimes doesn't happen, as if someone was running around and shouting, and it seemed that someone was crying miserably. It was heard intermittently, and Han Yiming's hair stood up. He couldn't help but stand up, but the wild wind was howling above his head, and the sound of the wind was mixed with this sound of existence and non-existence, which made him feel even more unreal.

Suddenly someone beside him said, "Yiming, have you heard it too?" Han Yiming turned around and saw Huang Jingxuan. I don't know when he came to him, looking at him with both eyes. Han Yiming nodded, and suddenly the voice of Taoist Pingbo suddenly inserted into him and said, "Is it the village we passed by? Is it a noisy thing that a bandit came to rob?" Han Yiming listened carefully, and he heard a crying and crying in the wind, and couldn't help but look at the evil Taoist differently.

What Taoist Pingbo did on weekdays is indeed despicable, but he listened to the wind and distinguished things very accurately, which surprised Han Yiming. He thought that all the evil Taoist were unsightly, but at this time he saw his powerful side, people had to look at him. Huang Jingxuan nodded and said, "Yes. Let's go and see." Taoist Pingbo said, "They are so rude in the daytime, so we have to help each other. After turning around, it's okay!" He was narrow-minded and unobstructed. Han Yiming's different eyes were immediately destroyed by this sentence, and he gritted his teeth. But when he saw his master and uncle were by his side, he was not his turn to speak, so he held it back.

Huang Jingxuan smiled and said, "The things before and after, are all things. Since we are coming out to help the world, how can we ignore the chaos and refuse to save the death? Brother Dao, let's leave. Don't bother with the mountain people, they are also scared. The mountain villagers are kind-hearted and hospitalized. If they weren't too scared, they wouldn't close our doors and doors!" After that, he turned to Han Yiming and said, "Yiming, call your senior brothers, let's go and take a look!"

Han Yiming went to call out all the senior brothers one by one, but saw Taoist Pingbo complaining and also called out all his disciples. Soon everyone was ready to go, and Huang Jingxuan said to Taoist Pingbo: "Okay, let's go here." Taoist Pingbo nodded, took his disciples and the wooden sword, and all went in one direction. Huang Jingxuan and Zhao Haoyang, one after another, and the people of Lingshan, also flew into the dark night sky.

Although everyone walked for a long time during the day, they were hiking and the mountain road was steep and difficult to walk, but they walked less than 30 miles. At this time, they went forward with swords and went quickly. There were only stars and moons in the sky, and the dark forests were below. A little striking firelight in the silence in front of them became brighter and brighter. With this light of fire, it was the direction sign, and everyone went faster.
Chapter completed!