Ninety-eight, calculation

Han Yiming said: "Okay, if you want to learn, I will teach you. (Novel hand typed novel) But if you can't learn it, don't blame me. As the saying goes: The master leads you in, and practice depends on yourself. If you haven't learned the skill of sword control, then

It’s no surprise that you can’t learn these spells. It’s just formulas anyway. If you can’t learn them, knowing the formulas is of no use.” Qingzhubiao was a little dissatisfied and said, “Do we have to learn the art of sword control first?” Han Yiming said, “I

That's the case, and your uncles are like that too. If you want to surpass the sword-controlling skill, it won't surprise me. I'm teaching you anyway, there's nothing that can't be taught. As for you to surpass the sword-controlling skill, it's certain

You can’t learn. But you can’t blame me.”

Qingzhubiao still refused to give up: "Master, is there no other way?" Han Yiming said: "Every sect has the most basic magic. The disciples of Lingshan are the sword masters. As for what other sects are, I don't know. I don't know either.

I'm curious. But I haven't learned the basic spells yet. Are you good at learning other spells?" Qingzhubiao was also a little unsure. He looked at him for a long time, thinking that he was very suspicious of his words, but he didn't dare.

He rashly learned other spells. After a while, he said: "Well, I'd better listen to the master and wait until I learn how to control the sword."

He can also weigh the pros and cons. Just as Han Yiming was about to leave, Qing Zhubiao said again: "Master, this sword control technique is so difficult to learn, is there any trick? Anyway, if the disciple has learned it, the master can worry less in the future. At least he doesn't have to worry about escaping."

"Han Yiming sighed slightly in his heart. This disciple is really far away from Lingshan. Among Lingshan's sects, there is no one like him who wants to take advantage of everything. Qingzhubiao is extremely smart. Seeing his expression, he smiled and said: "Master, the disciple is joking.

"I'm going to do it. I'll definitely practice sword control skills when I get back, let's go, let's go." He took the lead and walked towards the city.

Han Yiming didn't want to meet Liu Chenxing, so he stayed in the city for several days. He only went out for a walk every day. Lingxin and Qingzhubiao stayed in the inn together. Lingxin and Linghua were transformed and stayed in the inn.

I don't feel bored. What's rare is that Qingzhubiao doesn't go out to cause trouble. It turns out that Qingzhubiao got a luminous sword. He couldn't put it down every day and practiced sword control. Although he loved to cause trouble, he couldn't help but think about how to control the sword.

Swordsmanship can help you get into trouble better, so I immediately made learning swordsmanship the top priority. I always think about swordsmanship and recite it silently in my heart.

He was at peace, and Han Yiming was very surprised. After all, Qingzhubiao was known to be restless. His current peace was only because he wanted to learn the art of sword control. But he was able to calm down and learn spells.

It was extremely surprising. Han Yiming had been careful for a few days, but he didn't see Liu Chenxing. It seemed that Liu Chenxing had left here, and although the Pingbo disciples came and went in the city from time to time, they didn't show any caution. So,

Ping Bo would not know his whereabouts. If Ping Bo knew Han Yiming's whereabouts, he would definitely not let him go. Even if he didn't come, his disciples would definitely rush towards him like crazy.

That afternoon, Han Yiming asked Qingzhubiao to buy a set of half-used Confucian clothes and hats. He washed them, dried them, and put them on. Han Yiming looked in the mirror. Although he didn't notice any changes in himself, he always felt that he was the same as before.

The helpless young man had disappeared without a trace, and the person in the mirror was not him. After putting on his hat, he realized more and more that the person in the mirror was not him, so he left the green frost sword in the inn and walked out.

He made up his mind to go to Wanxu Temple in the evening, so he went out to Wanxu Temple to have a look around. Han Yiming didn't know why, but he was so cautious now. But he knew that this was also the due caution. He

Seeing the Pingbo disciples passing by, he didn't try to avoid them, but they didn't pay attention.

Arriving near Wanxu Temple, I saw that the incense was still very strong. There were mules, horses, and sedans in front of the door. People were coming and going, and it was very lively. Han Yiming stood far away, looked at Wanxu, and found nothing strange, so he walked towards the door.

Walk away. At this moment, a person walked out of Wanxu Temple. This person had a fair face. He met Han Yiming and he looked very familiar. Han Yiming was stunned and stopped. He had obviously seen this person before.

, but I don’t know when I have seen him. Han Yiming looked familiar to him, but he couldn’t remember who he was? The only thing he knew was that he was Pingbo’s disciple.

Han Yiming was also surprised. Ping Bo had many disciples, and he had seen a lot of them and dealt with a lot of them, and he could recognize them at a glance. But no matter how he looked at this person, he just couldn't remember him. The strange thing was

, he is obviously a disciple of Ping Bo, and if he can remember it, he must have had contact with him. But Han Yiming can't remember him.

Han Yiming was not afraid of Pingbo disciple, but kept avoiding him because he wanted to spy in secret. So when he saw Pingbo disciple, he ducked away. But the man walked out without even looking at him.

Like a pilgrim, Han Yiming stood at a distance and looked around. After the man passed by, he turned around. The Pingbo disciples greeted him in front of Wanxu Temple, and Han Yiming glanced at himself coldly.

The clothes were no different from those of others, and with an open heart, he walked towards the gate of Wanxu Temple.

Suddenly, a little Taoist priest ran out of the temple and shouted: "Uncle Wang, Uncle Wang." Han Yiming looked at him and looked behind him. He didn't pay attention to himself and walked straight forward. The little Taoist priest didn't even look at him.

Han Yiming muttered in his mouth: "Master Wang, why do you pretend that you don't know him?" Another young Taoist priest next to him said: "Master Wang Jingbo just woke up a few days ago, how could he remember you? You just need to live in peace. We are juniors.

, it’s not good to complain so much.”

The two of them just talked about it lightly, and Han Yiming only heard it accidentally and didn't care at all, but the three words "Wang Jingbo" were a bit familiar. There were many people in the Pingbo family, and Han Yiming didn't know when he had heard this name, but that's it.

Looking at Wang Jingbo's appearance and these two little Taoist priests, we also know that he is Pingbo's direct disciple. After walking a few steps, he was about to enter Wanxu Temple, but stopped. Although the three characters "Wang Jingbo" did not exist

There was something strange about it, but when Han Yiming heard it, it was something strange that he couldn't describe. Moreover, this person looked familiar. Has Tu Long seen him before? Or has this person been to Lingshan before?

Han Yiming felt at ease in his heart. If he had seen this person, he would have to be very careful. Even if he remembered him, he might not forget him. Thinking of this, he stopped and at this moment, a little Taoist priest had already

He came up to him and said to him: "This worshipper, please come in." Han Yiming saw that he did not recognize him, and when he saw him as a young man, he knew that he was Pingbo's disciple and grandson. He said: "Thank you, little master, I will wait.
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