readx;                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                              He was uneasy. Even though Senior Brother Chen had relieved him that day, he felt uneasy. Looking at the hut where Feng Yumao and Bluestone lived, the vines disappeared, and the door was empty. Han Yiming suddenly felt that someone was looking at him behind him. When he looked back, there was no one behind him. When he turned around, a light figure flashed from the corner of his eyes and disappeared. Han Yiming stepped into the air, and there was still no one below. The senior brothers and sisters had not yet stood up, but the figure was seen by him with his own eyes.

After standing for a while, there was a glimmer of light in the sky, Han Yiming still couldn't see the figure. Just as he was about to turn around and walk away, Feng Yumao's thatched hut door opened. Feng Yumao walked out of the house. He bent down and looked at the strange flowers and plants in front of the door, turned around and picked up a wooden barrel in the corner of the wall and walked towards the stream. After getting water by the stream, Feng Yumao did not pour the water on the flowers and plants, but raised his hand and bit his fingers open, allowing blood to drip into the bucket. After a while, he picked up the bucket and shook it, and then poured the bucket on the flowers and plants.

Han Yiming looked at him in a daze. Is Senior Brother Feng watering the flowers and plants with his blood? Suddenly Feng Yumao raised his head and said, "Junior Brother, you got up so early." Han Yiming fell down and said, "Senior Brother, you are..." Feng Yumao said, "This method is not used by my Lingshan, but I have thought about it carefully. It is only a little more trouble for me to use it. But it will be difficult for someone to break through the barrier and enter Lingshan as before. These flowers and plants are strange, but they will not be divided. I water them with my spiritual power. In a few days, they will have the spiritual power of Lingshan, which will not be harmful to their fellow students, but it will be difficult for others to cross them."

Han Yiming looked at Feng Yumao's right hand, and Feng Yumao said, "Junior brother, I am hundreds of years old. One day I will die, but Lingshan will not. As a senior brother, I am a little unbearable to you. My cultivation is not high and my magic will not be successful. Many outstanding senior brothers and sisters have died, making me erode my bones every night. Therefore, I thought of this method and wanted to raise them before telling you. You take on the many things in Lingshan, and I don't want you to be distracted anymore. Since I have seen it, it is said to me to my junior brother. After a while, these flowers and plants will have my spiritual power, so I can plant the mountain down. I use my spiritual power to support them, and I hope that they can be cultivated into the protection of Lingshan before my silence. In the past, there was Kui Zun in Lingshan but could not protect Lingshan. Now that Lingshan has no protection, I want to protect myself. If my spiritual power can protect Lingshan, let future Lingshan disciples no longer suffer from the suffering of destruction."

Feng Yumao took another bucket of water to pour it on the flowers and plants, and said to Han Yiming: "Junior brother, you got up so early today and stood in front of my door again. Could it be that something happened?" Han Yiming said: "Senior brother, is Qingshi in the house? He is still asleep?" Feng Yumao said: "Yes! He is young and sleepy, listen, he is still snoring." Han Yiming calmed down and heard the snoring, but it was not loud. Feng Yumao said: "Your junior brother is looking for him? I'll tell him to get up." Han Yiming stopped Feng Yumao and said: "Senior brother, I'm not calling him. I just want to know that he has never left your house all night?" Feng Yumao was originally servicing the flowers and plants. After hearing this, he stood up and said: "Junior brother, is there anything wrong with him?"

Han Yiming said: "I saw a stone knife in his hand, and I had seen it in the hands of Senior Brother Xie Zimin. I don't know where he got it." Feng Yumao said: "This is strange. Senior Brother Xie was not in Lingshan when he died. He has been down Lingshan for a long time. He carried his things with him. Even if he was given to others later, it should be in Du Chao's hands. Where did the bluestone come from?" Han Yiming said: "I can't figure it out either. What I can't figure out even more is that when I saw this stone knife rising, someone came to stab my blood for two nights." Feng Yumao was shocked: "Blood stab?"

Han Yiming said, "That was the last time it was the blood in my heart. This time it was tonight. The blood in my forehead was the blood in my forehead. If I hadn't wiped the blood, I wouldn't believe it." He stretched out his hand. There was blood on his hands after wiping his forehead, and he chased him out without wiping it. But at this time, he stretched out his hand, and his hands were clean and nothing. Han Yiming said to his hand, not knowing what to say. Feng Yumao said, "Junior brother, you never lie, I believe you in this matter. I understand that you suspect that this matter cannot be separated from Qingshi. I will not protect him. I will live with you the next night, so he can't hide it from me."

Feng Yumao's unsuspecting made Han Yiming very grateful, and he said he was well. But the next night, Han Yiming was still pricked with blood, but Feng Yumao, who was originally going to have a long conversation with him, was sleepy and couldn't sleep on the couch. Han Yiming still couldn't move, and when he woke up, he felt sore that he couldn't see anything. However, this time Feng Yumao was woken up by him and saw the blood beads emerging from his head. However, when the two came out, under the bright moonlight, Lingshan Jingzuo was very good.

Han Yiming was sweating coldly, and Feng Yumao was shocked by Mo Ming and immediately went to his thatched hut. Pushing the door open, Qingshi was sleeping soundly. Feng Yumao went to push Qingshi to wake up. Qingshi rubbed his eyes and sat up, muttering, "Master called me this night, is there anything wrong?" Feng Yumao looked around, then spread Qingshi's hands and looked at him, but there was no abnormality. He said to him, "Oh, it's okay, just go to bed." Qingshi was puzzled and fell asleep as he said, and soon he fell asleep again.

But Han Yiming stood outside the house and looked around. This time, it was right, the door stinged on his head. He didn't even know who he was. Logically speaking, there were no outsiders on Lingshan, and his seniors would not walk to him like this to attack him. This really made him unable to understand. Feng Yumao looked around and saw nothing wrong. He said to him: "Junior brother, this matter is really strange, you have to think about it." Han Yiming said: "Senior brother, let's rest, let me think about it." Feng Yumao said: "How can I rest assured? There are no outsiders on Lingshan, and the new disciples have poor cultivation. How can I come to you and attack you? But who will attack you again when we are all over the same school? This is really uneasy."
Chapter completed!