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Then, he just looked back at him and walked forward. Before Han Yiming took a few steps, he saw countless little people and ponies rushing to one place under his feet, so he just followed them. After walking for a while, there was thick fog around him, and more little people and ponies were increasing. Han Yiming also walked forward with them. After walking for a while, the thick fog in front dissipated, the flowers and plants dispersed, and the little people and ponies surrounding the middle were all looking at one place. At this time, Han Yiming's feet were full of little people and ponies. If he didn't step into the air, he would definitely step on them. Therefore, he stopped and stopped moving forward.

The little man and pony gathered more and more, and after a while, it was full of crowds. Suddenly a little light rose, followed by another point. Han Yiming looked carefully and saw that the light was spit out of the little man and pony's mouth. But for a moment, these lights rose and fell like fireflies, and all the lights gathered in the middle. Suddenly, the little man and pony looked at Han Yiming, and Han Yiming was stunned, but all the little man and pony looked at him. A pair of eyes as small as mustard seeds were looking at him. Before Han Yiming understood, the little man and pony ran towards him, ran to his feet, and "chiji" was heard even at his feet. Han Yiming didn't dare to move, for fear that he would step on them as soon as he moved. Then the little man climbed up his clothes and pulled his clothes. Han Yiming suddenly realized: "Where do you want me to go?"

Seeing them pulling for a while, the little man in front of him dodged apart, and Han Yiming walked forward slowly. He took a step, and the little man in front of him dodged a step, and Han Yiming walked forward step by step until he reached the place where the light gathered. The place where the light gathered, the fiery red petals were wrapped in the crystal clear light. Han Yiming walked to the petals, and the little man no longer did. They gathered in front of his feet, and the "chirp" sounds endlessly. Han Yiming didn't recognize what kind of strange flower it was, and only one petal was difficult to identify. After watching for a moment, he squatted down and asked the little man and pony: "What can I do?"

A little man stretched out his cold little hand to push Han Yiming's hand. Han Yiming raised his right hand and asked them: "Do you want me to put my hand on the flower?" The little man looked at him with pairs of small eyes, looked at his left and right hands, shook his head together, and pushed his left hand. Han Yiming said: "Is it the left hand?" He raised his hand, and the little man nodded together, and Han Yiming gently stretched out his hand towards the petals. The bright lights spread out at his hand, and Han Yiming approached the petals, but did not dare to touch them. He looked at the little man again, and saw them shook his head together. Han Yiming withdrew his hand and said: "What should I do?"

A little man walked to his left hand, touched his fingers, and touched his index finger repeatedly. The two little men raised a sharp thorn in somewhere to hit him. Han Yiming immediately understood that the little man was going to stab his blood, and reached out to pick up the sharp thorn from the two little men, and first touched the sharp thorn, which was hard and sharp. He said, "Do you want my blood?" The little people looked at him silently. Han Yiming stretched out his index finger and said, "Is it this finger?" The little people still didn't say anything. Han Yiming pierced his finger with the sharp thorn and pressed the bloody finger on the petals.

As soon as he pressed his finger on the petal, the petals turned golden. The villain surrounded the petals. Han Yiming withdrew his hand, looked at the petal for a moment, and asked the villain, "Or?" The villain ignored him. Han Yiming stood up and returned, walking on the road, he looked at his fingers, and there was no scar on his index finger. Suddenly, Han Yiming stopped his steps, and the bluestone squatted in one place, and was whispering.

Qingshi's voice was very small. Han Yiming stopped his steps and heard what he was saying. He only heard him say, "You woke up early. If you didn't wake up, no one would play with me. I come to see you every day, just hoping that you would wake up. I'm afraid that you will not be there. Although the master did not blame me, I'm very scared. What if the head died one day? Did I really hurt him? I didn't want to harm him, and I didn't understand this very well. If you wake up, I wouldn't be so scared. By the way, do you know, my master's hand has become dry. I'm afraid that the master will die, but I don't know what to do. By the way, they all say that my blood is spiritual blood. Should I apply blood on you and you will come back alive? Then I come to apply it every day."

Han Yiming was surprised. He also took on this misunderstanding and immediately walked towards Qingshi. Before he could walk in front of him, he saw Qingshi cut his fingers with a stone knife and applied blood to the stone statue in front of him. The stone statue was transformed by stars. As he got closer, Han Yiming had seen several blood fingerprints on the stone statue of Xingchen. Han Yiming approached, Qingshi had raised his head, and saw him coming, and stood up to avoid it. Han Yiming said, "Qingshi, are you afraid of me?"

Qingshi stopped and nodded for a while. Han Yiming sat down in front of the stone statue of Xingchen and waved to Qingshi, "Come on, sit down." Qingshi sat down carefully next to him. Han Yiming said, "I just entered Lingshan like you, and there were many things I couldn't explain. I think the teachers and the seniors were full of doubts about me, and the seniors and sisters looked at me differently. Later I realized that they never believed me. On the contrary, they believed me very much. There were many things, and what I saw was different from what they saw, and I had no way to explain it, so there was a little misunderstanding. You were like me, and we never did not believe you." Qingshi looked at him and said, "You have lived like this, Master?" Han Yiming said, "My experience at that time was even more bizarre than you, and there were nearly a hundred fellow disciples in Lingshan at that time, and I felt it was difficult to gain a foothold like you."

After saying that, Qingshi lowered her head. Han Yiming said, "Don't worry, you will understand many things in the future." He stretched out his hand and gently touched the top of the star stone statue, and said, "I also want him to come back soon." His fingers brushed the stone statue, and the stone statue was rough, and moss had grown on the stone statue. Han Yiming stretched out his hand to brush away the weeds. Suddenly, the fingertips hurt violently and withdrew his hand. He saw a wound on his finger. Looking at the stone statue, there was a little light on it. When he looked closer, it was a sharp transparent grain of sand, like a grain of salt mixed in the stone. Suddenly, Han Yiming felt that the stone statue's eyes moved, and he couldn't help but look closely, but there was nothing unusual. He turned to ask Qingshi: "Have you dreamed of him?" Qingshi nodded,
Chapter completed!