He tossed and turned overnight, and it took him a long time to fall asleep.

The next morning, when Han Yiming woke up, the people in the courtyard greeted each other and heard each other. When he got up, Gu Qingquan was no longer in the house. When he walked out of the house, he saw that everyone was flying towards the peak floating in the sky. At this time, he could see clearly that the weapons that each person controls were different, mostly swords. He did not know martial arts, and only knew a few weapons, and could distinguish swords, guns and swords, but he could not recognize any of them.

As the sun was rising, I looked up and the sky above my head was washed with blue sky. However, the fog in the morning was heavy, and even the mountains above my head were half hidden in the white mist. Everyone drove their weapons and headed upwards. The clear morning breeze blew the collars behind me, and the plain sword became more and more elegant. Many people flew in the sky at the same time, which was indeed a grand view. After a moment, these figures were all submerged in the thick fog and could not be seen.

Suddenly someone said behind him, "Master, please come and meet Brother Han." Han Yiming turned around, and another man in plain clothes stood outside the door and bowed to him. This man was also pretty, but not Gu Qingquan. Han Yiming quickly returned the gift. Before he could wash himself, he walked into the house. He saw a basin of clear water and a small plate of green salt on the table. Without asking more questions, he hurriedly washed up, straightened his clothes, and followed the man out of Jingxinyuan and headed towards Cuiwei Hall.

The man was completely different from Gu Qingquan's cheerfulness and freedom, and he didn't say a word along the way. Han Yiming felt a little worried and said, "Senior Brother Gu, where did you go today?" The man stopped, turned around and said, "Senior Brother Gu? He was not on duty today, so he naturally went to practice. If Brother Han wants to find him, he just needs to wait for him to come back." Han Yiming saw that although he was talking, he was still calm and could not ask again. He had to follow him and follow the way he came yesterday and return to the bamboo forest.

The man stopped under the steps outside Cuiwei Hall and said, "Brother Han, please wait here." Han Yiming stopped, he turned around and walked up the steps, and said to the house: "Master, Brother Han has invited you, please tell me." He heard someone in the house say, "Please come in." The man turned around and bent at him and said, "Please." Han Yiming also bent over and thanked: "Thank you." Stepping on the steps and walked into the house.

The room was exactly the same as yesterday. Although it was early morning, the light was not dim, and it was as bright as when he came yesterday. Six people sat on both sides of the room, and even Lu Yueqing, whom he brought him yesterday, sat on a chair, and the front chair was still empty. Han Yiming entered the room, and everyone looked at him. Lu Yueqing smiled at him, and only heard the person sitting in the innermost part of the right said, "Did you rest well last night?" Han Yiming lowered his head unconsciously and said, "Very good." The man said, "You can do it in the future.

Would you like to practice in my sect?" Han Yiming was a little nervous. First, he had nothing to do and was ordinary, but he was afraid that the Lingshan sect would not include it. Second, he had no good feelings for those who practice Taoism. Pingbo Taoist and his group had already retreated... But last night when Gu Qingquan talked about Senior Brother Ding's past, he would have some willingness. After all, he had read a book. If Senior Brother Ding could enter the Tao, he could also enter the Tao. When he heard this sentence, he would answer: "Yes."

He opened his mouth and was about to speak when a gust of wind suddenly blew, choking twice, his throat itched, and he coughed, and the word "will" couldn't be said. He coughed a few times, and the person who was asking said, "Brother Pingbo, why bother with a child like this?" While saying that, he raised his right hand and pointed to his throat.

Han Yiming felt his throat itchy, as if hair was stuck in his throat, and he coughed hard. After the man pointed, his throat tightened and coughed hard a few times. Something fell out of his throat and spit it on the bluestone floor in front of him. The thing was green in color and fell to the ground, but it was a peach leaf. The peach leaf fell to the ground and turned into ashes. The man asked the question and sighed, "Brother Pingbo, has your peach wood sword bloomed and grown again? Why bother playing with a junior? Brother Xuanshu, are you on the side?" He spoke, raised his right hand and waved it gently, his five fingers as if wielding a string of a piano, with a chic and calm and generous attitude. With the sound of "Dang", the room first lit up, and then a black shadow appeared in the light and disappeared. The man withdrew his hand and a few strands of black hair fell down.

He opened his mouth and blew, and several strands of hair were floating out of the door. As soon as he floated out of the door, he disappeared. The man shook his head and said to Han Yiming, "Child, are you willing to practice in my sect?" Although Han Yiming was not smart, he knew that if he said the word "no", the Taoist people of Pingbo would try their best to bring him into their respective sects. Then he said, "Yes." The man nodded and said to Lu Yueqing, "Junior Brother Yueqing, you brought him, please introduce him."

Lu Yueqing stood up and said, "Yes." He walked to Han Yiming and said, "Yes, this is the senior brother of this sect. You have not yet decided which one you recognize as your master, so you will be called a master." After that, he stretched out his hand and handed it to him. The words "Qin Wufang" were written on his hand, and it was flashing with a faint golden color. Han Yiming knew that it was the master's name. So he knelt down and bowed, and said, "Disciple, pay homage to Master."

Lu Yueqing waited for him to stand up and led him to the first chair on the left. On the chair was a slightly fat man with his eyebrows and three long beards under his chin. Lu Yueqing said, "This is the second master." He stretched out his hand and glanced in front of him. The words "Huang Jingxuan" were written in his palm. Han Yiming still saluted.

Next is the second chair on the right, Lu Yueqing said, "This is the fourth master of this sect." He showed him the three words "Cheng Weiyu" in his palm. Seeing that Cheng Weiyu was also clear and magnificent, Han Yiming couldn't help but sigh in secret why there were so many outstanding people in this sect and bowed to him.

Under Lu Yueqing's seat was the fifth disciple of the Lingshan Sect, Zhao Haoyang. This master looked very young and had a sword energy between his eyebrows. Han Yiming had also seen the ritual. Next was Bai Ying. Before Lu Yueqing could introduce him, Han Yiming gave a gift to Bai Ying, and Bai Ying nodded faintly.
Chapter completed!