In a blink of an eye, it was the early morning of the seventh day. Han Yiming got up early and finished washing up. A senior brother came to take him to Cuiwei Hall. He walked down the mountain road and came to Cuiwei Hall. The lush bamboo forest that was usually dripping has long disappeared. There were only a few clusters of slender green bamboos growing on both sides of Cuiwei Hall, like two screens. On the large open space in front of Cuiwei Hall, there were peach trees growing, all of which were full of buds and were about to bloom. Two rows of wooden chairs had been placed in front of the steps, and the six masters were all standing under the steps.

Everyone was still in plain robes, with only white cherry black hair with a golden feather about three inches long and colorful, which made her dignified face look very lively.

When he came to the hall, Qin Wuxing said, "Yiming." Han Yiming walked forward, Qin Wufang said, "Yiming, when the guests come, we will become disciples. Don't think I'm talking nonsense, do you have any other plans in your heart? If so, tell me now." Han Yiming said, "Disciple has no other plans." He bowed and stood aside. Qin Wufang nodded and said, "If you have other plans, you can't stay in Lingshan anymore.

When all the fellow Taoists ask you, if you are not firm in your heart, you will definitely give them an opportunity to take advantage of. If I keep you, you can't stay in Lingshan anymore." Han Yiming felt that Hanjiazhuang at the foot of the mountain was hard to give up for a while. However, the masters of Lingshan were stronger than Taoist Pingbo and others. Instead of giving them an opportunity to take advantage of, it would be better to be firm in your mind first and said to Qin Wufang: "There is nothing else to do with you." He bowed and stood aside.

Qin Wufang smiled slightly and said, "Okay." Everyone present said nothing. After a while, they could only hear the sound of birds singing. Qin Wufang smiled slightly and said, "Come on." Huang Jingxuan and others stretched out their hands, with their hands on their chests, and their palms were up and down to face each other. Qin Wufang wrote a few words in the air with the middle finger of his right hand. Han Yiming was close to him and saw clearly. They were the four words "If there is, it seems, nothing". After writing, he waved his hand, Huang Jingxuan and others all switched their palms up and down. After three times, several houses that were originally built on the edge of the mountain to pass through the halls rose up and flew upwards, and disappeared without a trace. In front of him, there was a wide open, and the clouds and mist were shrouded in the Wanxiang Bridge. Looking down, except for the towering ancient trees on Lingshan, they were all white.

A few black dots appeared in the white clouds and mist, flying upwards. The nearest one was Wu Jingxuan, wearing a green robe and holding a whisk in his hand, sitting upright on a gray crane. The one behind was Huang Songtao, standing on a sheathed sword. The one behind was a Taoist robe and covered in pockmarked face was the Taoist genius. He stepped on a sword as faintly as glass and flew upwards. Behind, there was a Taoist genius wearing a black robe and holding a black wooden sword. It was Pingbo Taoist, who was getting closer and closer after the Taoist genius. The last one was a dark purple figure, stepping on a round black shadow.

Bai Ying frowned, and Qin Wufang said, "Junior sister, don't do anything too well. She must come, and she must come openly, so I asked her to come again." These five people flew in front of me in a blink of an eye, circled around the Taolin three times, and fell to the ground. Qin Wufang bowed and said, "The vulgar school included a disciple, which alarmed all fellow Taoists and fellow Taoists, and they were all grateful." Wu Jingxuan and Huang Songtao came and looked at Han Yiming. The two of them looked sharp, as if they had a hand hidden in their eyes. When the time was right, they wanted to steal him down the mountain. Han Yiming was already afraid of these two people, so they dared not raise their heads, but just stood beside Qin Wufang with his head hanging down.

Lu Yueqing approached the two and said with a smile: "Two fellow Taoists, please sit." Seeing that there was no gap, the two said a few words and sat on the two wooden chairs on the left. Taoist Taoist Tianhua just bowed and went down. Taoist Pingbo walked to Qin Wu's side and said: "Brother Wufang, don't be fine. We have never met for a while." Qin Wufang smiled slightly and said: "Brother Pingbo, please sit." He has been practicing for hundreds of years and is generous, but he knows that the people who come today are not good, so he only said in his heart: "We have seen them in front of the mirror a few days ago. Brother Taoist Taoist is really forgetful." He used the word of mind, and Taoist Pingbo heard this in his heart, but he has been practicing Taoist for hundreds of years and is extremely thick-skinned and does not care. He smiled and sat down aside.

The fifth figure fell to the ground, but it was a woman. Han Yiming could see clearly that she was wearing a dark purple dress and was stepping on a cushion-like thing. She walked down from above, reached out her hand, and with a light move, the cushion-like object flew up and turned into a very small ball, landing on her crystal clear fingers. She raised her head. Beneath her two dark eyebrows, a pair of dark purple eyes looked at Han Yiming. Han Yiming had also heard that someone's eyes were almost black dark blue, but he had never heard of anyone's eyes were dark purple. The woman's skin was as white as frosty and snow, making her eyes shine like amethyst.

Qin Wufang smiled and said, "Fellow Taoist Zi Shang, it really surprised me that you can come here. Junior sister, please sit down with Fellow Taoist Zi Shang." Bai Ying hesitated for a moment, walked up to Zi Shang, "Please sit down." Zi Shang looked at her and said lightly, "Thank you." Sitting down on a chair.

Everyone here greeted each other for a moment, and five more people came. Han Yiming looked at Qin Wufang and greeted him. Only one of the five people could recognize him. This person was Jiang Yuzi.

Everyone sat down, and Qin Wufang said, "Today, this sect will include a disciple. It is a great honor for all fellow Taoists to come here." As soon as he finished speaking, two disciples walked out of Cuiwei Hall, came over with tea trays, tributed a bowl of tea in front of each side, and slowly retreated into the hall. Qin Wufang said, "Yiming, come and greet all the teachers."

Han Yiming was about to take a step, and all ten people here turned their heads and looked at him. Their eyes were burning, and he was sweating all over, and he was struggling. When he couldn't get along, Qin Wufang said in his voice: "Yiming, go and salute all elders." His voice was gentle. Han Yiming raised his head when he heard this, and saw that he had a friendly smile on his face. He felt certain in his heart, so he walked into the yard and saluted everyone.
Chapter completed!