Han Yiming never expected that the despicable Taoist would be so fast, so he just looked down upon him. But he forgot that the despicable Taoist was also in charge of the sect and could not be underestimated. Suddenly, his body shook and came back to his senses, but saw Huang Jingxuan standing in front, closing his eyes calmly. After a moment, his body was shocked again. Han Yiming raised up what the man said to him, and quickly put the mantra taught by Huang Jingxuan in his heart, recited it backwards three times, and turned it back to his body.

Huang Jingxuan said, "Yiming, did you encounter any strange things last night?" Han Yiming shook his head, and Huang Jingxuan said, "Have you met anyone?" Although Han Yiming never lies, he became embarrassed at this time. He had no intention of deceiving his master, but the man had reminded him not to tell others and he also agreed. For a moment, he didn't know whether he should say it.

He was hesitating, but he saw Huang Jingxuan looking at him for a moment, nodded, and said, "Okay, good boy, you don't have to say it anymore. I know everything. Remember, you can't tell others. If you agree with others, you must do it. If you have faith, don't forget it." Han Yiming said, "Yes." Huang Jingxuan said, "But if you have the fate to see you again in the future, you must remember to stay away from him." Han Yiming nodded, and Huang Jingxuan said, "Okay, let's go." Han Yiming was about to take a step, but suddenly he heard Huang Jingxuan say, "Wait a minute." He saw Huang Jingxuan looking at him. He didn't know what was wrong with him, so he looked down and raised his head. Huang Jingxuan had already said, "Take the Mingyuan Sword and I'll take a look."

Han Yiming saw his eyes flashing, and was obviously very surprised. He reached out and took off the Mingyuan Sword from his back. As soon as the Mingyuan Sword was taken down, he was also surprised.

The scabbard of Mingyuan Sword was illuminated with a faint blue light, and Han Yiming could hardly believe his eyes. The scabbard was originally a black sieve, but the day he got it, the scabbard was gray. Although he was not a hardworking person, the scabbard had been rubbed countless times. However, no matter how he wiped it, the scabbard was always covered with dust as he had first met. Han Yiming also looked at the scabbard carefully, and didn't know what it was made of. It looked ordinary, but when he touched it, it seemed that there were countless spikes smaller than the tip of the needle.

The sword scabbards of all senior brothers are different from each other, including black and white, copper and iron, and wood. Han Yiming had no knowledge at first, but only knew that it was not wood. He had a lot of troubles when he was in Lingshan, so he never got up to ask Gu Qingquan. However, in his own heart, if the sword scabbard was wood, it would be better if the sword was attracted by people. This sword was already eye-catching, and if it was asked everywhere, wouldn’t it be even more eye-catching?

At this time, the Mingyuan sword sheath was spotless, the color was like thick ink, and it also faintly revealed a blue light, calm and delicate, almost as beautiful as dreamy. Han Yiming was stunned for a while, and Fang Qi was about to hand the sword to Huang Jingxuan, holding it in both hands, and handed it over. However, Huang Jingxuan was also stunned at Mingyuan sword.

After a while, Huang Jingxuan stretched out his hand and gently stroked the scabbard of Mingyuan's sword. Then he grabbed the hilt of the sword and pulled out the Mingyuan sword with a "brush". He saw that the copper-green color on the sword body had disappeared without a trace. The blade did not look sharp, but was slightly round and blunt. The edge of the blade was white and yellow, and it flashed with a faint golden light. The diamond pattern on the sword body was purple gold, purple and colorful, and it could not hide the faint gold color with silver-white luster. It was not the Mingyuan sword that Han Yiming was familiar with. Huang Jingxuan said: "Yiming, have you ever seen such a beautiful sword?"

Although Han Yiming had just entered Lingshan, he had not practiced Taoism. He had seen several good swords. At first, the short sword given to him by the young man in green was very exquisite. Although it was night, it did not hide the gorgeous luster of the rainbow. It was also a good sword. Unfortunately, it seemed like a flash in the pan and disappeared after a moment. Even now, Han Yiming had to suspect that he was confused. But before this, he had never seen weapons and had no way to even have the elephant. Could it be that the short sword was his own illusion?

When you arrive on Lingshan, the sword wind, clear water, green frost, and purple Ni also have their own mystery. The wind is strong and strong. The sword is the most yin and soft. The sword blade of Qingshuang is as light as frost, and the sword body is as beautiful as jade, and the gem flower sieve is flashing. It is the most beautiful sword on Lingshan. The sword swords of Lingshan have their own mystery, and the disciples use it. The golden green sword used by the senior brother Sima Lingyi is inconspicuous before these swords. However, the black gold sand on the green sword blade also decorated the sword body very gorgeously.

Han Yiming couldn't think of a sword that could be compared with the Lingshan swords. But today it seems that those swords are too exquisite. Although the Mingyuan sword is wide and lacks in precision, it is more processed and has a kingly style. He was also confused and said to Huang Jingxuan: "Second Master, I have never seen a few swords, and I have never seen a more beautiful sword than Mingyuan." Huang Jingxuan sighed and said, "Okay, let alone put it away. I will tell you the story of Mingyuan Sword another day." Han Yiming took the sword and returned the sword to the sheath, saying, "Second Master, does Mingyuan Sword have any stories?"

Huang Jingxuan said: "Everything in the world has stories, and even the stones at our feet have stories. Why does Mingyuan Sword have no stories? Okay, let's go." He took Han Yiming to chase the disciple who was already rushing forward.

On that evening, Han Yiming did not dare to meet with his senior brothers, and followed Huang Jingxuan to wait on a mountain. The two of them sat in the mountains since the sun set. Huang Jingxuan sat on a big rock, closing his eyes and hanging his eyes, as if he was resting. Han Yiming sat under the big rock, looking at the moon slowly moving towards his head.

At this time, the forest around you was already silent. Apart from the sound of frogs, there was only the sound of the wind passing through the treetops. If it were in this wilderness, Han Yiming would have been frightened. But now sitting here, he could not tell the peace in his heart. Facing the dark forest, time had passed.

He sat under the stone, for some time, his mind became confused and was hazy, and only heard Huang Jingxuan say, "Yiming, it's time." Han Yiming woke up in shock and opened his eyes. At some point, Huang Jingxuan was already standing in front of him. The moonlight shone on the white clothes on his body, emitting a soft and faint white light.
Chapter completed!