Hearing the silence in the hall, Han Yiming couldn't help but sigh slightly. It seemed that Mingyuan's sword picked him, causing endless troubles to the masters, so they didn't let him hear him. At this point, he couldn't help but sigh again. Suddenly, he heard Huang Jingxuan in the hall say, "Yiming, this child is very strange. When he came in, I reached out and couldn't take Mingyuan. Could it be that he was really destined to have an unfamiliar relationship with our master?" Cheng Weiyu said, "Mingyuan's sword is the leader of the hundred swords in Lingshan, although we have no idea of ​​taking it for ourselves,

But when I was choosing weapons, I did take this sword. It seemed to be a thousand pounds in my hand and could not be driven. It was his fate that he could pick it up and drive it up." Lu Yueqing said: "I see that when he chose it, Mingyuan really chose him. He stretched out his hand, Mingyuan stood out from the hundred swords and jumped into his hand. I saw that he didn't recognize the sword, so he said the word Mingyuan to him, and his expression did not change. He also said to me that this sword is a sword matched by the ancestors, and he dared not use it, so he wanted to choose it separately. He was indeed very respectful and did not look at him secretly."

Han Yiming felt cold sweat blowing on his back. It turned out that Mingyuan Sword was so important in the eyes of all the masters. Qin Wufang also heard: "I looked at it carefully again. Yiming's heart is indeed clean, and he is as simple as Ding Wu. Since he is destined to be, let him use it. Mingyuan Sword has not been moved for hundreds of years. But why do I always feel that this child has something I can't see through?" He paused and said: "That's it, Yueqing, let's teach him well for a while, maybe after a while. The ancestor traveled around the world, and it's hard to say that he might come back suddenly. On that day, he also said that no one among the disciples can drive Mingyuan Sword, which is a pity. Now Yiming can use it, and if he can find out, he will be extremely relieved."

Han Yiming knew that what Master could not see through was everything about the young man in blue. Even now, Han Yiming could not call him a "demon star" in his heart. It seems that he is indeed powerful in magic. He has the word "no", and even the master who has practiced for hundreds of years cannot understand it thoroughly. It shows how powerful he is. But he eventually died in front of him. Although he tried his best to save him, he still died.

Suddenly, Lu Yueqing walked out of Cuiwei Hall and came to her, saying, "Let's go back." After walking a few steps, he turned around and told him: "You can use this Mingyuan sword. Fortunately, you are pure and kind-hearted and not competitive. The Mingyuan sword is almost a magic weapon. If you are allowed to take it by a competitive disciple, it will be endless troubles." He suddenly laughed and said, "But you don't have to be too careful. To be honest, no one can drive this sword besides you, except you. It seems that the little fate Bai Ying gave you is really not shallow."

Lu Yueqing walked outside Jingxin Courtyard and flew into the sky by himself. Han Yiming returned to the house with Mingyuan Sword. At this time, everyone was practicing, and there was no one else in Jingxin Courtyard except him. He put the Mingyuan Sword on the table, took out the two fragments of the purple peach wood sword from his arms, held them in his hand, looked at them again and again, and suddenly Lu Yueqing said, "It can only be repaired later." Looking at this, I don't know if it can be repaired, nor when it can be repaired. He sighed and stuffed the two fragments under the pillow and covered them with a pillow.

Walking out and walking behind the mountain. Passing by Ding Wu's kitchen, Ding Wu squatted in front of the door and dug a small hole with a small shovel. I wonder what strange vegetables he was going to plant. Han Yiming was quite depressed today and was walking away quietly. Ding Wu had already raised his head to see him and said from afar: "Junior brother, are you going to see Xiaoguai?" Han Yiming said: "Yes." Ding Wu said: "Wait a minute." He stood up and entered the house. After a while, he came out a basket and handed him over to him: "I haven't gone to feed him today.

Xiao Guai, go for me." His hands were covered with mud, and there was also some dust on his clothes. He rubbed his hands on his clothes and said embarrassedly: "I'm a little busy today and haven't seen it yet. By the way, which master have you worshipped?" Han Yiming took the basket and said: "Senior brother, I worshiped the third master." Ding Wu smiled and said: "Congratulations to junior brother, the third master's cultivation is very high. Now you are really my junior brother." Han Yiming said a few words to him, and walked towards the Illusion Mirror Lake with the bamboo basket.

When he arrived at the Baojing Lake, the lake water was light yellow. A huge eyeball appeared on the lake surface. Han Yiming said, "Xiaoguai, I'll come to see you." Xiaoguai appeared from the lake and said, "Today there are many people coming up the mountain." Han Yiming, for some reason, felt intimate intimacy towards Xiaoguai, and said, "Yes, Xiaoguai, I've been to the master today."

Xiaoguai suddenly said, "What did you take?" Half of his body was exposed to the water. In front of the basket, two big black eyes squeezed forward. Han Yiming unbuttoned the lotus leaf bag in the basket and threw the piece of meat to it. It was happily sucked into its stomach. Han Yiming sighed and looked at its carefree appearance, it looked like an innocent child. Looking at Xiaoguai, suddenly, he was so carefree not long ago, and tears filled his eyes instantly.

He stayed by the lake until afternoon, and the sun was slanting westward before he got up and returned. When he returned to Jingxinyuan, it was already dinner time. All the senior brothers had already returned, some exchanged their daily practice gains with their fellow students in the yard, and some were thinking alone in the corner. Han Yiming walked through the yard and went straight to the house where he lived with Gu Qingquan. There were already a few floating candlelights in the house. When he walked into the house, he saw those candlelights around the table. Gu Qingquan was sitting at the table, looking at Mingyuan's sword on the table. Seeing him in, he said, "Junior brother, your sword is very strange. Is it the weapon I picked today?" Han Yiming said, "Yes." Suddenly, someone outside the door smiled and said, "Junior brother, you have been coveting this sword for a long time. Why haven't you seen enough?" As soon as he finished speaking, Du Qingfeng walked in.
Chapter completed!