Han Yiming was already a little timid, and stood alone on the hillside, and couldn't help but feel a little scared. He reached out and touched the Mingyuan sword behind him. When his fingers touched the Mingyuan sword, he felt less frightened. Huang Jingxuan did not let him leave, and he didn't walk without permission. He stood there for a while, only felt his legs and feet were sore, and he wanted to find a place to sit down. Over the past few days, he had been asking around during the day, and most of his walking time was used to fly with swords. It was dark in the first few days, and Han Yiming felt ache all over his body. The next few days it was getting better. Although he was still tired, it was much better than before. He looked around and saw a tree stump not far ahead, so he could rest, so he walked there.

As soon as he took a step, someone heard it in his ear. After listening carefully, he disappeared again. Han Yiming stopped his steps and suddenly started to "clear the mind, calm the eyes, concentrate the mind" that Huang Jingxuan taught him that day. He stopped his steps, took a deep breath, closed his eyes. He put aside all his fatigue and distracting thoughts in his heart, and he had nothing to do, and his mood became clear, so he slowly opened his eyes.

I saw a small hill in front of me, and a short pine beside me. Han Yiming was not discouraged, and still looked at the front calmly. After a while, a small hill in front suddenly disappeared, and only saw a flat and vast field, unknown what flowers and plants were planted, a refreshing fragrance came to my nose. After a while, the woods on the left disappeared and turned into a flower, and I didn’t know what flowers and plants were planted. But unlike the previous fragrance, there was a faint sweet fragrance in the fragrance of flowers that came to my nose, and a few butterflies flew around the flowers.

Where did the butterflies come from at night? Han Yiming was surprised. The butterflies here were different from what they had seen on weekdays. There was a pair of colorful colors, a pair of jade-white colors, and a pair of black. Each one had a pair of palms spread out and a black one. When they flapped their wings, a layer of light golden light appeared around them. It was very dazzling when they were flying. Although it was night, they could see clearly. Several pairs of butterflies flew in one direction. Han Yiming had never seen such a beautiful butterfly, and they were staring at them. Several pairs of butterflies flew through the flower field and flew towards a tree beside the flower field. The tree was only six or seven feet high. From a distance, it looked bare, without branches and leaves, only trunks, which seemed to have been dead for many years.

The pair of butterflies flew to the tree, and the trunk suddenly moved. The black trunks broke upwards into pieces, like smoke rising. A tree turned into a smoke and spread out to the surroundings. Han Yiming was surprised and stared for a while. He stared at him and saw that the smoke did not rise or disperse, but just surrounded him. When the big butterflies flew in, they all gathered together and stopped moving.

Han Yiming was very surprised. After looking for a while, he looked back. He was shocked again. He saw that there were hills and shadows of short trees in front, back, left and right, and there were endless flowers around him. Two streams passed through the flowers, and the sound of water was gurgling. When he looked up, he saw that the sky was deep and the stars were shining. At this time, the sun had already set, and the sunset in the sky was clean, but the moon had just exposed a crescent moon, and the sky was full of stars, and they were shining quietly.

Standing here, the anxiety that had just passed away had disappeared without a trace, and the heart was extremely quiet. Looking back, I saw that the dwarf pine tree had just disappeared without a trace, and a small thatched hut appeared in the direction of the dwarf pine. Han Yiming suddenly felt the "colorless and formless treasure mirror" that Qin Wufang said to him. What you are in your heart is what you see. Before, you were tired and upset, and you saw the dwarf pine on the hills. Now you are in a calm mood, but you are seeing this scene.

Suddenly, Huang Jingxuan's voice came from the room: "Zi Shang, we don't have to leave the past. Today, my purpose is clearly explained to you. Please help me in terms of past friendship." A woman in the room said coldly: "What does this matter have to do with me? Why should I help him? What does it mean to not be necessary?" Her voice sounded a little familiar, as if she had heard it somewhere. Han Yiming listened with sincerity.

Huang Jingxuan said again, "Zi Shang, then, how can you help?" Zi Shang said, "I have said it long ago, but you can't do it." Huang Jingxuan sighed and said, "Zi Shang, you know that I can never agree to what you said. Don't make things difficult for me anymore." Zi Shang said, "It's all this, is there nothing else to say?" Huang Jingxuan said, "Zi Shang, everything else will not make me so embarrassed. You should remember that day..." He said this and then stopped talking.

The room was quiet for a while, and Han Yiming felt guilty. If it weren't for her, how could the second master be forced to do this by this woman named Zi Shang? Zi Shang was indeed aggressive in speaking. Han Yiming always felt that he had heard her voice somewhere, but he just couldn't get up. When he was fine, he heard Zi Shang say, "Okay, then, let's take Zi Ni for me, and I will give him a way." As soon as she said "Zi Ni", Han Yiming suddenly realized that on the day she became a disciple, the woman with purple eyes called Zi Shang. She not only asked Zi Ni in public, but also burned her purple peach wood sword with glass fire.

Han Yiming couldn't help but be stunned for a moment, and gently reached out and touched the package on his back, which contained two fragments of the purple peach wood sword. Zi Shang made a ruthless move, and Han Yiming came with her, and couldn't help but feel very disgusted. Huang Jingxuan in the room sighed and said, "Fellow Taoist Zi Shang, Zi Ni is not mine, you must be very clear about this. If it is mine, I can give it to you now." Zi Shang sneered, "Is there anything you can do on Lingshan that you can do? It's all a shirk." Huang Jingxuan also sighed, "I don't have many things that I can do. You should know this, I'm not shirking." Zi Shang snorted coldly and stopped talking.

After a while, Huang Jingxuan sighed, "Well, you are unwilling to help, and I will not force you. Let's say goodbye." Although Han Yiming knew that Zi Shang refused to help, he wanted to prick blood to avoid Mu Zhi. However, if the second master was so embarrassed, it would be better not to come and ask for Zi Shang. Therefore, when Huang Jingxuan came out of the hut, he said nothing and followed Huang Jingxuan and walked forward.
Chapter completed!