After five round trips, I was so tired that I was sweating all over. Finally, I finished the five cups and sat next to me to rest. But after a while, my senior brothers and sisters came to the sword, came to the bamboo, and each brought their swords and closed their eyes and chanted the curse. After a while, I saw clouds rising from the mountain, some larger and some smaller, gathered on the jasper bamboo and poured rain down. Some of them came with my sword and water, and I went back and forth, and I couldn't comprehend the technique of calling the wind and rain, so I could only practice it myself.

Han Yiming clearly saw that some senior brothers called larger clouds and even watered them together, but his senior brothers and sisters still watered them themselves. Han Yiming knew that they could not use them to always use them, and thought to himself: "Yes, Master said, everyone should practice their own practice, and their own jeweled bamboo should also be watered. If others watered them, they will not be considered watered."

After a while of turmoil in front of Cuiwei Hall, everyone dispersed. Han Yiming sat on the ground and looked at the Jasper Bamboo for a while. Suddenly he found that there seemed to be two empty seats in the first row. He was puzzled, and suddenly saw the place where the Jasper Bamboo pole was buried, and the soil was arched. He was happy and looked at the arched place. After a moment, a little green came out of the soil.

The small bamboo pole arched out of the soil. If he had thought about it, Han Yiming always felt that the small bamboo pole had grown a little, not only a little longer, but also a little thicker. After looking closely, he realized that he had not read it wrong. The jasper bamboo has indeed grown a little, and it is still growing, becoming more and more slender. Although the bamboo pole is very slender, it is surprising to see it appearing out of the land of three feet long.

I reached out and gently stroked the bamboo pole, and it was as cool as I touched the best jade. Although the bamboo pole was thinner and worried that it would fall down when the wind blew, it was still motionless when I held it with my hand and shook it. The jasper bamboo grew until it was four feet long and no longer grew taller. However, the bamboo pole was bare, with only branches and no bamboo slices, which looked a bit funny.

Suddenly, a fat figure turned from behind Cuiwei Hall, but it was Ding Wu. A few oil flowers were splashed on the plain robe he was wearing. He held a teacup in his hand and slowly walked to a jasper bamboo. He bent down. Han Yiming took a few steps closer and saw him bent down to pour the water in the teacup on the root of the bamboo, then straightened his waist and walked back to the back of the hall. Han Yiming was surprised. He had seen Ding Wu call a small cloud to water the vegetables he planted, and it seemed that he had mastered the technique of calling the wind and rain. But at this time, he saw him holding the teacup to water it, which was quite rare.

Ding Wu held the teacup and went back and forth five times. After watering, he wiped the sweat from his forehead and straightened his waist. Han Yiming had already walked to him and said, "Senior Brother Ding." Ding Wu turned around and saw that it was him, and smiled on his face, saying, "It's junior brother, I haven't finished eating yet? Go to have dinner." Han Yiming said, "Senior Brother, I have something unknown. Senior brother has called the wind and rain. Why do you have to hold the teacup in hand and water it yourself when watering this jasper bamboo? Instead of calling the clouds to water it?" Ding Wu said, "Can you water it by calling the wind and rain? Master has never taught me like this. I remember that Master said that he poured five teacups three times a day, and that's why I always water it like this."

Han Yiming said, "But I saw many senior brothers coming to the sword, and after they came, they called the wind and rain." Ding Wu looked red, and felt a little embarrassed, and said in a low voice: "Junior brother, I am honest by nature and don't understand the word "words". My technique of calling the wind and rain is very small, very bad. As for swords, I am afraid that I am the only one who is not. Fortunately, you masters don't think I am stupid and allow me to practice here. I can't master the technique of calling the wind and rain. I don't know how much rain can be considered as not watering the jeweled bamboo, so I just use the teacup to be used again and again. Don't laugh."

He spoke a little slow, because he was afraid of saying the wrong words. Han Yiming said, "Senior Brother, I am not, let's water them together. As the senior brother said, we should water them with tea cups again and again." Ding Wu looked at him for a while and said, "But I heard that my junior brother is extremely talented and has already mastered swordsmanship." Han Yiming blushed and said, "I'm sure that my junior brother's swordsmanship is different from those of the senior brothers, so I can't make any moves. As the senior brother said, it's better to water them with tea cups honestly." Ding Wuhan smiled and said, "Okay."

Ding Wu looked down at Riying and said, "Junior brother, I still have to feed Xiao Guai, so I won't talk to you." Han Yiming said, "Senior brother, please." He looked at him and sat there for a while before he stood up and walked behind Cuiwei Hall.

After lunch, Han Yiming was about to go to Yuai, but suddenly he heard Qin Wufang's voice saying, "Yiming, come to Yule." He raised his head and looked out the window. At this time, all the senior brothers had already flew to the nine peaks above his head. He sat in the house for a while, and watched all the senior brothers leave Jingxinyuan, and then walked out of the house. He looked up and looked at it. There was no figure in the air. He pulled out the Mingyuan Sword, held it in both hands, and silently recited the sword-controlling technique. The Mingyuan Sword took him and flew towards Yulefeng.

Yule was smaller than Yuai. He was still flying in the air and saw green bamboos on the peaks, surrounded by a path. Han Yiming fell down the path and walked inward along the path. The green bamboos on both sides of the path were slender. Walking between them, the bamboo shadows were swaying at the foot, and the eyes were full of green eyes. The bamboo leaves rustled, smelling the fragrance of the bamboo leaves, and the heart was quiet. After walking for a while, he saw a bunch of bamboos. Although the bamboo poles were green, the stems were a bit red. The leaves were also green when they were close to the bamboo branches, and the leaves were vermilion red when they were close to the tips of the leaves. It was very dazzling among the green bamboo bushes. When he walked forward, he saw another bunch of bamboo bushes, with branches and leaves, all of which were dark purple, close to the roots, purple was dark and dark, and slightly lighter to the branches. Behind the bushes, there was a small white mud black tiled house.

When he walked to the house, Qin Wufang's voice had already come from the inside: "Is it Yiming? Come in." Han Yiming stopped in front of the door and said the word "yes". The wooden door opened with a "ah" sound, and Qin Wufang was talking to a senior brother in the house.

Qin Wufang sat on a bamboo couch and said to the senior brother, "That's all. Go down first." The senior brother turned around respectfully, walked to the door, and said to Han Yiming, "Young junior brother is here, Master is waiting for you." He looked only in his thirties, with a very pretty face, dressed in plain clothes, and looked like a handsome man. Han Yiming was carrying a sword on his back. Han Yiming didn't recognize him, so he lowered his head and said, "Thank you, Senior Brother." The senior brother smiled slightly, walked out of the door, and then used the sword and went down the mountain.
Chapter completed!