He looked at the one in a daze, and suddenly heard Huang Jingxuan say, "Yiming, what's wrong? You..." Han Yiming sighed and said, "Second Master, without these two fingers, many spells will not be possible. But I don't think many spells are important, but I still feel heartbroken. Am I very selfish?" Huang Jingxuan shook his head and said, "No, you are also a flesh and blood body, you are not a ruthless person. You are nostalgic for your fingers, so you can understand it." Han Yiming shook his head and said, "Second Master, I, when I shout loudly, won't I attract others?"

Huang Jingxuan sighed and said, "I set a boundary knot, even if someone is by your side, I won't hear it." As he said that, he raised his hand and gently stroked the air a few times, pointing at Han Yiming with the middle finger of his right hand. Han Yiming only felt a "bang" sound in his mind, and somehow it exploded. He kept looking at Huang Jingxuan's left hand, hitting two fingers. It turned out that the ordinary fingers were also hard to let go at this time.

After watching for a while, he slowly raised the dagger with his right hand. The dark blue light flashed by the blade of the dagger, which was very sharp. Han Yiming gritted his teeth, found a flat stone, squatted down and placed the two fingers of his left hand on the stone, looked at it, gritted his teeth, and turned his face away, and cut the dagger with his right hand straight to his left hand.

Although he knew that his heart was heart-wrenching, his fingers were connected to his heart. When the sharp dagger cut into his finger, he still felt so painful that his eyes were dark and he screamed. He let go of the dagger in his hand, held his left hand tightly with his right hand, and knelt on the ground. He didn't dare to look at his broken left hand at all, nor did he have the strength to look at it. He was already sweating profusely and couldn't even straighten his waist. He shouted, and then bit his lower lip tightly, causing bleeding, and no second sound.

Huang Jingxuan sighed and said, "Yiming, you've been suffering." Han Yiming was in great pain, and he had no strength to speak. He knelt on the ground and couldn't stop shaking. He shook for a while, raised his head, took a breath, and lowered his head. Huang Jingxuan said, "Yiming, let me take a look." Han Yiming endured the irresistible pain and raised his hand, but did not look up. He had seen blood seeping out from the cracks of his right fingers, and his courage disappeared without a trace. Huang Jingxuan sighed, reached out and flicked his right hand gently on his right hand. Han Yiming's right hand was unconscious. It was so painful that he suddenly heard Huang Jingxuan say, "Yiming, raise your head and take a look."

Although Huang Jingxuan's voice was not high, it was very clear. Han Yiming heard it and couldn't help but raise his head. However, he saw Huang Jingxuan slapped his hand and his left hand floated in front of him. Han Yiming was very puzzled and looked at Huang Jingxuan, but he heard him say, "You count." Han Yiming was wondering, but he had already started counting in his mouth, counting from one to five.

He looked at Huang Jingxuan, but he really couldn't understand what he asked him to count. Huang Jingxuan smiled and said, "Silly kid, count your fingers again." Han Yiming was very surprised, lowered his head and counted it again, but counted from one to five. He raised his head and said, "The second master, there are five fingers." Huang Jingxuan sighed, "Don't you understand?" Han Yiming said in his heart, "The fingers are all five, what do you understand or not?" But he also felt something strange, but he didn't know where it was strange.

After counting again, there were still five. Huang Jingxuan sighed, "Yiming, are you smart or..." He stopped talking. Han Yiming felt like he fell into the clouds and mist for five miles, unable to touch his mind. After looking at his hand for a long time, he suddenly opened his mouth in surprise and said, "Second Master, mine, my left hand." There were still five fingers on his left hand!

The unbearable pain was gone, and even the blood that had spread between the fingers was gone. Han Yiming was extremely surprised. He stretched out his fingers and was extremely free. Looking closely at the finger bucket, he couldn't even see the scars. He felt ashamed for a moment, and then screamed, but he didn't know that he hadn't cut it on his fingers. He lowered his head and was shocked again.

There was a broken finger on the stone in front of him, with silver-white horns, and there was a dagger next to him. Han Yiming almost thought he was dreaming, so he reached out and rubbed his eyes and looked at the stone. The broken finger on the silver-white is still there, not an illusion. He looked at his left hand again, but there were still five fingers, and no one was missing. Han Yiming couldn't help but say, "This, this is..."

Huang Jingxuan said: "This is also the essence of immortal zhi condensed in your fingers. There is another one, cut it hard." Han Yiming was extremely surprised. He picked up the knife in his right hand and cut it to his left middle finger. This time he was no longer as scared as before. He watched the dagger cut into the middle finger, but it was not painful. Suddenly, he saw a piece of middle finger falling down and was startled. After a closer look, there were still five fingers on his left hand, but there were two broken fingers on the stone. Han Yiming couldn't help but say wonderingly: "Second Master, I've just grown two fingers."

Huang Jingxuan said, "Oh, silly kid. Hurry up, pick it up, let's go." Han Yiming picked up two broken fingers on the stone. Huang Jingxuan handed over a Supa and said, "Use this bag and there is that dagger." Han Yiming wrapped it as he said, and Huang Jingxuan had summoned the Sword of Wind and headed north. Han Yiming hurriedly put the Supa into his arms, summoned the Mingyuan sword, and left.

After following Huang Jingxuan, he flew for a short time and arrived at a small hill. As soon as Han Yiming fell, he recognized that this was the small hill that Zi Shang changed. Huang Jingxuan stood in front of the short pine and said, "Fellow Taoist Zi Shang, Huang brought his little disciple to visit." As soon as Han Yiming fell, he closed his eyes and calmed down, and slowly opened his eyes. He saw endless flowers, two clear streams and a thatched hut appeared in front of him.

After a while, the wooden door of the thatched cottage was opened and silent inside. Huang Jingxuan said, "Yiming, come too." He walked into the house first. Han Yiming followed him and walked into it. When he walked into the house, his eyes lit up, as if it was still daytime. He stepped down and the place where he landed was very soft. When he looked down, he saw purple grass leaves growing under his feet, mixed with small white flowers, a thick layer, and it was very soft when he stepped on it. A faint fragrance rushed straight into his nose, both thick and light. Han Yiming was surprised, and he felt a cool feeling on his face. There was a breeze blowing in the house. From outside, there was no window in the house.
Chapter completed!