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Nine seven, make a vow

He Sansi also paused for a moment before saying, "Old man, a promise is not a difficult task, but this promise is made, as we have made an agreement. 4∴8065 has to do everything to the end. Even if you kill someone and rob someone and act against the will of heaven, you cannot betray your faith." The old man said lightly: "I thought of this, so I will say here first. This is my promise. If I need your help in the future, I will ask you to help you. You don't need to kill someone and rob someone, nor will you

How about letting you go against morality?" He Sansi thought for a moment and looked at Han Yiming. Han Yiming thought for a while. If he didn't kill or rob, he wouldn't be afraid. He nodded slightly. He Sansi smiled and said, "Good old man, thank you for your kindness for saving you. If you use it in the future, just open your mouth and do your best." The old man smiled slightly and reached out his hand. He Sansi hit him with a high-five. Han Yiming had already seen the two of them hit each other's palms, and a slight flash of light.

After the old man and He Sansi clapped their feet, they turned back to look at Han Yiming. Han Yiming said, "I am very happy, so I will leave with Senior Brother He." The old man said, "You are not the same. I am old, but my eyesight is not. You two are not the same brothers. Because your aura is different." Han Yiming said, "What the old man said is that we are not the same person, and we shook our heads slightly and said, "But I feel that although your aura is different, there is a trace of similarity. Are you really not the same person?" Han Yiming and He Sansi said, "We are really not the same person, and we say, "That's a blame, I think it's my old eyes are dizzy." He looked at Han Yiming and He Sansi again,

Then he said: "I'm old, I'll provide you with your eyes] Then, this guy, if I need your help in the future, can you help me? I will still not let you kill and rob, and I will not let you go against your conscience and morality. But you have to help me three times. It's much harder to save your life than to save him, so I'm not going to be a place to raise the price. What do you think?" Han Yiming was stunned for a moment, but now it's time to think too much, and then said: "Thank you for your kindness to save me. As long as the old man wants me to do something, I won't kill and rob, and I won't go against my conscience and morality, I will definitely help me with all my strength." The old man smiled: "That's natural." He stretched out his palm, and Han Yiming clapped him, and sure enough, he saw a small flash of light when he was hitting the high five again.

Having slapped for the high fives, the two of them then said goodbye, and the old man did not stay much, so they were able to easily leave. Han Yiming took Xu Ziwei's sword and walked out. He Sansi led Han Yiming to the east. Han Yiming didn't ask much, only thinking about one thing in his heart, that is, what should he do when he arrived at the He Sansi's mén sect? After escaping Pingbo's plot, what Han Yiming thought most was to know what Pingbo wanted to do.

This place is densely covered with green ivy. The sun is scorching above the wild forest. Walking in the forest, it is relatively peaceful. After walking for a while, He Sansi stopped and stood beside a big tree. Han Yiming also stopped. He Sansi reached out and tapped the trunk of the big tree three times. Han Yiming thought to himself, "Can he be in this tree?" Although this tree is not a small tree, it is not very thick. Suddenly, Han Yiming's eyes lit up and several small thatched huts appeared.

The thatched hut was simple and had not been repaired in front of me. A fat old man was sitting in front of me, with his white head and beard. He Sansi had already walked up to salute and knelt in front of the old man and said, "Master, the disciple is back." The old man said, "Okay, it's good to come back. Before you come back, there are already distinguished guests, and I don't know how they came. Come and see." He stood up, looked at Han Yiming, and said, "This one is also

Is it a distinguished guest, come back with you?" He Sansi stood up and said to the old man: "Master, this one is the Lingshan Sect's palm. Han Zhang Yiming walked up and bowed. The old man said: "Then I understand. Please follow me and take a look at these two people, but one of the same people in your sect arrived three days ago and the other one came last night." As he said that, he led Han Yiming to walk into a thatched hut.

Han Yiming looked at He Sansi's master carefully. There was nothing special about it. It was just that he was old and could not see how he practiced. As he walked to a thatched hut, he reached out and pushed away. Han Yiming couldn't help but feel stunned. There was a wooden piece of wood on the room. Above the wooden piece, there was a man with long hair like ink, strong body, a handsome man in a cloak, and a handsome face. He was sleeping so hard that he was snoring. Although he was asleep, he still held an iron stick in his right hand. This person was Wuming, Han Yiming was stunned for a while, turned around, and He Sansi opened his eyes wide, looked at Wuming for a moment, and turned around and said, "Master, how did he come here?"

He Sansi's master said, "I don't know, this person came last night. How did he come here? I don't know how he broke through the barriers and secrets of our sect? I heard a sound in the room early this morning. When I came over, I saw that he was sleeping soundly and couldn't scream. This was a disciple of the noble sect, just following Han Zhangmeng?" Han Yiming quickly bowed: "He is not a disciple of my sect, and I don't know why, he has been following me. Moreover, he is a man who wanders outside the world. He doesn't hear anything he says to him, and he does nothing he does, and he is completely different from others. We have also sent him back to his master, but a few days later, he ran away and came to follow him again. He has always been different from others, and we really can't guess his thoughts."

He Sansi smiled and said, "Master, this senior brother is a strange man, so let him go." The old man smiled and said, "Well, that's right. Please come and see this one again." As he said, he walked behind the house, Han Yiming walked a few steps behind and said softly to He Sansi: "Senior brother, can you tell me the title of the commander of your sect?" He Sansi said, "Yes, I'm busy and didn't tell you that when my master practiced in his early years, he was called Wuxin." Han Yiming was stunned: "

"No thought?" He Sansi smiled and said, "Everyone will misunderstand this word, it is hard work. We are a place where we have not yet opened, and people here do not read poetry and books. Therefore, slowly, no one calls his master's big name. Originally, we were also practicing in the world, so there was no contact with our fellow practitioners." He smiled slightly, "I can't keep this silence and often walk around, but my school is too remote and no one knows it."

While speaking, the two of them had turned around and saw Wuxin standing under a big tree. Han Yiming walked forward and Wuxin said, "Han Zhangmén, look, this person came three days ago." Han Yiming looked at it. Under the towering tree, there was a thick shade. In the thick shade, there was a pair of white bones. The white bone held the sword of the water in his right hand, which was Zhao Haoyang's spiritual bone. Han Yiming experienced this and was no longer as weak as before. When he saw his master's spiritual bones, he felt relieved. He thought: "Fortunately, the master is still here." He bowed to Wuxin and said:
Chapter completed!