Chen Ruofu took a deep breath and said, "How could I forget it? That was the first time I saw so many fellow practitioners who died, and they died so strangely."

Han Yiming said: "President Yuanhui said that this matter was all his actions in his dream. What does the senior brother think?"

Chen Ruofu opened his eyes wide and looked at Han Yiming for a moment, and said, "Junior brother, these are the words I haven't heard! Why, it's him? He is not wrong?"

Han Yiming said: "He said he saw it in his dream. For the past six months, he has had this dream, and it goes back and forth. He has this dream every night, and he is the murderer in the dream!"

Chen Ruofu said, "He dreams are so strange, why is it so strange?"

Han Yiming looked at him for a moment and said, "Senior Brother, don't you think this was done by him?"

Chen Ruofu said without hesitation: "This matter is definitely not done by Yuan Hui!"

Han Yiming said: "Senior Brother, he saw the situation with his own eyes. Do you think it was not what he did?"

Chen Ruofu said: "I still don't think it's his actions! Yuan Hui is cunning, but in my opinion, his cultivation is ordinary. If you really want to do this, you must not destroy the entire sect in one fell swoop without disturbing your fellow practitioners."

Han Yiming sighed: "I also think this matter should have nothing to do with him, but it's too strange. If it weren't for him, how could he have dreamed?"

Chen Ruofu said, "Junior brother, dreaming is not strange. Didn't you also dream of Senior Chen Rufeng's extinction? It's even more terrifying and immersive than his dream. Did you really kill Senior Chen Rufeng? It might not be enough."

Han Yiming was speechless by his words and couldn't answer, but he had to admit that Chen Ruofu was right.

Chen Ruofu said: "Your dream is very similar to his dream. The only difference is that when you dreamed, Senior Chen Rufeng happened to meet the enemy and was really gone. But what he dreamed of was the past, which is different again. I have to take a good look at the reason for it."

Han Yiming said: "Senior Brother, do you want to see the reason?"

Chen Ruofu said: "I naturally want to see it. This matter is strange, and there must be a reason. If you see it clearly, I can figure out many problems."

Back in front of the hut, Chen Ruofu left by himself, but Han Yiming sat in front of the hut and looked at Feng Yumao who was busy among the flowers.

Feng Yumao was squatting with bluestone beside him, and he was watching Feng Yumao grow flowers and grass.

Looking back, I saw several senior brothers each taking their disciples to practice.

At that time, the newly recruited Lingshan disciples were already divided into several senior brothers, and the senior brothers each brought their disciples to practice.

When Han Yiming looked from afar, he saw them talking to his disciples.

He suddenly thought: At that time, the teachers and commanders each had a small mountain. He lived with his senior brothers in Jingxinyuan. Every day, he watched the senior brothers fly to the mountain where the teacher was to practice. It was so spectacular.

Nine small peaks, the quiet courtyard, the illusion lake, the seven-colored woods and Ding Wu's huts all appeared one by one, and the distant ice peaks, the long waterfalls and cliffs appeared.

Han Yiming sighed and couldn't help but look up. There were no more nine peaks floating in the sky.

Although Lingshan is now stable, it is no longer the Lingshan he remembers. After all, he does not have the spiritual power of his master, so he can only do this.

A long figure passed through the sky, and Han Yiming was stunned. Is this Lingwu?

It's so long!

As if he heard the voice in his heart, the long figure in the air flew downwards, and after a moment it had fallen in front of Han Yiming.

It’s really spiritual enlightenment!

Lingwu has a light golden luster, a slender figure, and his scales are shining with a crystal luster.

Compared to Xiaoguai, Lingwu is relatively slender and has a pair of small corners on his head, which are crystal clear and transparent.

It lowered its head to Han Yiming, and Han Yiming gently stroked its head, and Lingwu remained motionless.

Han Yiming suddenly remembered Xiaoguai. It has now walked to the Lord of the East alone, so it should not make things difficult for Lingwu. Lingwu has the same life experience as it, but it can fly freely in the air, but Xiaoguai was not able to do that back then.

Lingwu stood beside him for a moment, and suddenly flew straight into the air, jumping straight into the sky like an arrow, heading towards one side.

Although Han Yiming didn't know where it would go, he knew that it would not leave Xirang. As if he had closed the mountain again, even Lingwu could not go out.

Suddenly, the disciples around him looked at Ling Wu's whereabouts. In a blink of an eye, Jingxin Dichen had already rushed over and came to him and bowed to him, "Sect Master, then, is that a dragon?"

Before Han Yiming answered, he asked again: "Is that the dragon from our Lingshan?"

He looked excited and hopeful, Han Yiming nodded and said, "It is called Lingwu, it is the dragon of Lingshan."

Jingxin Dichen looked at the sky for a moment, saluted Han Yiming, turned around and ran to the brothers.

Han Yiming looked at them from afar and sighed when he looked at Lingwu from afar.

Today's Lingshan is very different from the Lingshan when he first arrived at Lingshan. Han Yiming always believed that the Lingshan in the past was Lingshan.

He still remembered the freshness and amazement of everything when he went up the mountain. It was the admiration of this sect by a new disciple who entered Lingshan.

He knew that the disciples who had just entered Lingshan had never seen the Lingshan in the past. If they had seen it, they would not be proud of the Lingshan in the present, and would only feel that the Lingshan in the present was not as good as the Lingshan in the past!

Han Yiming suddenly felt a stern: "What am I doing? Is this comparing the current Lingshan with the previous Lingshan?"

After thinking about it carefully, he was really comparing the former Lingshan with the current Lingshan! But he was not envious or jealous, nor did he want to compete with his master. Instead, he felt that the master's Lingshan was destroyed in his hands and felt that the master's Lingshan was sad, and this sadness would not disappear!

Although he knew that the master would probably not go back to Lingshan again, he hoped that one day the master would return and see Lingshan, which was not far from before.

He wanted to guard Lingshan for his master and his masters, but he failed to do so. Lingshan changed from the magical and majestic past to the small corner of the present!

Perhaps it was because he saw Mingxi and Yuanhui, or perhaps it was because he thought of Lingshan, and Han Yiming dreamed of Lingshan in the evening.

In his dream, he walked through wind, rain, thunder and lightning and stepped onto the path of Lingshan. He saw his feet falling on the path, and there were green grass at the foot and wild flowers on both sides.

After passing the trail, he saw Cuiwei Hall, Baizhi Bookstore, Wanxiang Bridge, and Ding Wu's hut and vegetable fields.

The vegetable fields are full of strange vegetables, and at the end of the seven-colored woods, the fantasy lake is as beautiful as a dream. When you look up, you can see the nine small peaks floating in the sky above, forming nine small black shadows under the sun.
Chapter completed!