After hearing his orders, the disciples flew to the village, collected their swords, spread out, and helped the villagers move things out. As soon as Han Yiming landed, he ran to the family. The houses of the family were also very burning. Two children were sitting on the ground in front of the door, looking at a pile of shabby households, and the two adults were running out of the house, holding some clothes and bedding.

In Han Yiming's eyes, these things were all optional, but he had seen that everyone here was dressed in rags, and they were obviously extremely poor. These inconspicuous things were necessary for them. For those who were piled up and filled the sea, these objects could be thrown away at will. However, it seems that every family here is just barely covered with walls, and these unnecessary things are indispensable.

Han Yiming didn't even say in detail. When he looked back, he saw that all the senior brothers rolled up their sleeves, put the hem of their long clothes around their waists, and ran around their own rushing. He also rolled up their sleeves, put the hem of their long clothes on their waists, and rushed into the house that was about to fall and the flames rose. The house was already burning hot, and Han Yiming ran in and felt a wave of heat coming over his face, and his face was burning. He covered his mouth and nose with his hands, and his eyes were so hot that he couldn't open it. He forced himself to open his eyes and looked around. He saw that there were only some tattered tiles and pots on the ground inside the house. In a moment, even cigarettes were sucked in his nose, even though he covered his mouth and nose, he still started to cough.

After a few choking, he had already cried and cried, and he could not see carefully. He bent down, picked up the things at his feet, and then retreated. He retreated to the door, coughed hard for a while, and then saw that a clay pot was in his hand. He put the clay pot down, straightened up, and was about to go in again. Suddenly, his eyes lit up. He raised his head and countless small drops of water spilled on his head from the air. He was cool all over his body, and it was really a timely rain. Han Yiming felt that his hair and eyebrows were burned, and the small drops of water fell on his body, and his clothes were instantly wet. There was a burning pain on his face, and the water dripping fell, and the burning pain disappeared without a trace.

He turned around and ran into the house, ran a few steps, then looked up and saw that there was rain in the night sky. It turned out that after he ran a few steps, the water droplets disappeared, and only the small raindrops were pouring down above the burning wooden house in front of him. Such a fierce fire had already burned the wooden house to a crisp, and the water was strong, which would inevitably cause the wooden house to collapse. Therefore, Huang Jingxuan and Zhao Haoyang only used smaller raindrops to suppress the momentum of the flames, allowing people to move in and out. Han Yiming knew that it was his uncle who was using magic on it, calling the wind and rain, and lowered his head and ran into the house. This time, when he went in again, it was not as hot as before, regardless of the high or low, he lowered his head and just moved out all the things he saw and placed them on the open space where the two children were sitting. He couldn't even greet the owner who moved things with him, and went in and out one by one.

After moving a few times, he entered the house again and when he lifted a clay tank, he heard a "crackling" sound on his head. When he looked up, he saw a full of fire. The roof collapsed and the ashes pressed down on his head with the fire.

Han Yiming held the clay pot and stood in the house blankly. Seeing the roof collapsed and pressing towards him, he was stunned. The roof collapsed very quickly and pressed down, and a wave of heat had already hit him. Han Yiming was not afraid. He had never encountered such a scene before. He just held the clay pot and stared at the wooden roof pressing against his head, not knowing how to avoid it, not knowing how to be afraid!

Suddenly, he felt a light on his back, and a sound of metal rubbing from his ears came from his ears. With a "clang", a golden light overflowed from his back. In a moment, it spread around. Less than a foot above his head, a golden barrier blocked the collapsed roof!

Han Yiming looked up and saw that the golden light was thin, very close to him. Through the golden light, even the beam that had already burned black and red, the beam that was "crackling" and made the beam "crack" sound. He was stunned for a moment, and suddenly heard someone outside calling him loudly. When he looked out, Du Qingfeng had run out of the house at some point and shouted at him: "Come out quickly, the house is about to collapse!" Han Yiming saw him shouting at him, picked up the two children sitting on the ground and ran away, then reached out and pointed back a few times. Then he woke up like a dream and ran out with the clay tank.

As soon as he ran out, he heard a "slam" behind him, and the wooden house fell down. A choking smoke and dust came from behind him, and several pieces of broken wood splashed on his body, causing pain. When he looked back, there was a ruin behind him. He came to his senses. Du Qingfeng had already run up and said, "Junior brother, how could you take everything? A clay tank really cost you your life?" Han Yiming was stunned for a moment and said, "Thank you, senior brother, no!" Du Qingfeng said, "Why not? I saw the roof collapse, and I called you not to agree. I took care of those two children and couldn't come in. This time we came out, Junior Sister Liu could no longer go back. Could it be that you couldn't go back? Junior Sister Liu died to let us all come out, but you were for a clay tank!"

Han Yiming felt ashamed and said, "What my senior brother taught me is that I remember it!" Du Qingfeng said, "We are saving people. It is best to be able to steal some things. If we can't snatch them out, we can't force them!" Han Yiming said, "Have you not seen that golden light? Why can't he see the luster of Mingyuan's sword shines?" But he didn't say it out loud. He just thanked him again and again.

Du Qingfeng said, "Thank me what I do, which rafter should you thank for saving your life. I clearly saw the roof collapse, but I didn't know which rafter stopped me and didn't collapse directly on top of your head to save your life." He looked at him again and said, "It's fine, it's fine! Be careful!" Han Yiming knew that he had never seen the golden light that saved his life, so he didn't even afford it, but just nodded with him.

Soon, the disciples of Lingshan and the Pingbo Sect gathered together. There were only dozens of families in the village, and they were all wooden houses and thatched houses. After the fire broke out, more than ten houses were burned. They were extremely poor and had few things. With the help of Lingshan and the Pingbo Sect, ten things were snatched out.

Everyone stopped, stood aside and looked at the people in the village. Huang Jingxuan said, "Do we need to stay some time to help them?" Pingbo Taoist said, "Do you help them build houses? Brother Dao, they have lived here for generations, I am afraid that when it comes to building wooden houses, they are even better than us. We can't help anything, don't we go south? Let's go earlier." Huang Jingxuan said, "We are looking for the Demon Star to save the world and prevent problems before it happens. But helping them with one arm is also to save the world? Why do we favor one over the other?"—

What else do they encounter here? Please pay attention to the content of the next chapter. This chapter is given a more modern name because I feel that life is light and sometimes it is not as heavy as a clay pot. Thank you for your support from the book friends, thank you very much! Please remember and vote for me!
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