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He said, "Can all the flowers in this row grow? Is there a tree that has a high hatred sky that may grow again?" He remembers that it contains a high hatred sky that can really grow, can Master Bai Ying come back? Xingchen said, "You are talking about that spiritual flower, which has been cultivated into a human form. If there are still fragments, it may be able to produce a fruit for hundreds of years. If there are no fragments, it will not work." Han Yiming said, "But if you can let other spiritual flowers grow, will that not work?"

Xingchen said: "Many of the spiritual flowers and spiritual trees written in this booklet are mixed with the spiritual roots of those spiritual flowers and spiritual trees, that is, their spiritual roots are ground into the ink. The spiritual root that hated the sky is not in it. When writing, the writer's spiritual power is mixed with the spiritual flowers and spiritual trees, and this booklet naturally has spiritual energy. Only such spiritual flowers and spiritual trees can be regenerated, and the spiritual flowers and spiritual grass that hated the sky and cultivated human form have no spiritual roots mixed into the ink, so it cannot be

"Han Yiming looked at Xingchen in a daze, but he remembered Ding Wu. It turned out that Senior Brother Ding wanted his classmates to help write that day, which meant that. No wonder he always prepared his classmates and waited for his classmates to go, and didn't care which classmates wrote. After turning on the booklet, the various handwriting in the booklet made Han Yiming's eyes swell in an instant. After closing the booklet, Han Yiming looked into the distance and turned around for a while and said, "Then can all the flowers and plants with spiritual roots grow out?"

Xingchen said, "That depends on the time. Some can grow quickly, and some will take time. They are also alive in this booklet. They are taken out of the booklet and must be based on the seasons of the four seasons." He flipped the booklet casually, suddenly stopped on one of the pages, and sent the page to Han Yiming and said, "President, look at this page." Han Yiming looked at that page. It was a pair of orchids, and it was nothing unusual. Xingchen said, "This is the blue flowers, white jade-like flowers and leaves, and ink-colored flowers.

The fallen flowers can be planted now." With his words, the green fallen flowers on the paper swayed gently, as if they were alive. Han Yiming looked at the inscription next to him, clean and powerful, and could no longer tell which senior brother's handwriting was. Xingchen tore off that page, tear it a few times in succession, and said to Han Yiming: "President will dig another pit for me." Han Yiming immediately squatted down and dug a small pit on the side. Xingchen threw the pieces of paper into the pit, and said to Han Yiming: "President, come and spit."

Han Yiming spitted at it, and saw fragments of paper gathering at the bottom of the pit. Xingchen quickly covered the soil back into the pit, waiting to be filled, and said to Han Yiming: "These spiritual flowers are not similar either. The green flowers cannot be stepped on. The stems are thin and crisp, and the soil cannot grow if they step on them." Han Yiming stared at Xingchen in a daze, not knowing how to speak. Xingchen's actions made him feel uneasy in his eyes. Although his actions were not wrong with Lingshan, Han Yiming was indescribable in his heart.

The blue flowers did not grow out immediately, and Xingchen went to search for bluestone. Han Yiming was sad that Master Bai Ying could not recover. I thought Master Bai Ying had already cultivated into a human form, so no one thought that she would turn into nothing. If I had known that she would turn into nothing one day, I would use the spiritual roots to enter the ink to keep her, and now she can grow again. Xingchen's growth did not make her fellow disciples feel strange, but everyone could recognize it, and even the newly entered disciples could recognize it. In the past, Qingshi followed him, but when he grew up, Qingshi was still following him.

Two days later, Han Yiming was awakened in the middle of the night. Lingshan was now very calm, but he was awakened. He opened his eyes and sat up. He couldn't tell what was strange. After sitting for a while, he realized that he was awakened by the faint light of fire.

When he came out, a fire flashed from afar. Han Yiming hurried over. Although he looked not far away, he was not close. He arrived there and saw a furnace built, a bellows placed next to it and an anvil. A strong man kept chopping firewood next to it, picking up the firewood and throwing it into the furnace. Xingchen and Bluestone were watching. Xingchen was fine, Bluestone looked sleepy and tilted. The man was unknown. He was crazy on weekdays, but he couldn't see the madness at this time.

Han Yiming looked for a moment and called Wuming. Wuming turned a deaf ear as always. Han Yiming looked at the furnace, bellows and anvils, and really didn't know where he got it. I knew that Xiao couldn't find out the result, so he turned around and asked Xingchen: "Xingchen, why did he come from?" Xingchen said: "Sect Master, he wants to make an iron." Looking at Wuming's actions, he knew that he wanted to make an iron. Han Yiming wanted to know what he wanted to make an iron? Where did these things come from. He asked again: "What did he want to make an iron?"

Xingchen said, "Wu Ming has his own plans, and it is difficult for us to intervene, so just watch him do it." Han Yiming did not believe what Xingchen said. With his knowledge of Xingchen, this child must have known many things that he could not know. He was the first to come to Wu Ming before he could come to Wu Ming. But he didn't say it, and he couldn't do anything to him. Han Yiming looked around and saw that no other fellow disciples had come out. Qingshi had already drooped his eyes and began to doze off. Looking at Xingchen again, his pair of cold star-like eyes staring at Wu Ming, looking at him with interest. Zhixiao could not ask anything, so he sat down aside.

Wuming's firewood cut from nowhere was split and the size was very neat. He threw the broken firewood into the oven, and saw that the fire was getting bigger, he hugged the forest firewood and threw it into the furnace, and pulled the bellows himself. The flames slowly turned green from red as his bellows were high and low. Seeing that the flames were getting higher and higher, Wuming threw the fire into the furnace, turned around and held a stone from the ground and threw it into the furnace. The stone was put into the furnace.
Chapter completed!