Han Yiming sighed: "I always feel that I am in the fog. There are many things I should know. I am very close to these things, but I cannot find out the bottom of them. Stars, some of these things happened before you come, and some happened after you come, and there is no connection. But I always feel that you are the key in these things. You never say it to me, which makes me wonder. I don't think you will be unfavorable to Lingshan. In my opinion, everything you do is for Lingshan. But you confuse me. Your spiritual power is obviously far higher than me, and it can be said to be unfathomable. But what follows is a greater danger every time and every time. I don't worry that it is impossible!"

Xingchen sighed lightly. This was the first time Han Yiming heard him sigh. He was about to speak when a light of inspiration flashed by.

Han Yiming looked closely and saw a ball of inspiration running from a distance from the dark night sky. It was too late to see clearly. Before he could see clearly at the previous glance, he could see clearly at the next glance that the blue-eyed white lion was.

The white lion went straight to this place and in a blink of an eye it had arrived in front of the two of them and fell to the ground.

Xingchen smiled, reached out and gently stroked the lion's back, and said, "Why are you here?"

The white lion's hooves stomp their feet, allowing the stars to touch them, and the long mane gently floated in the night wind, shining with a faint white light.

Xingchen gently patted the lion's back and said, "It's hard to be like this far away, let's go and rest."

He turned around and walked towards He Sansi's resting place. The white lion walked beside him, falling her feet quietly.

Han Yiming stared at Xingchen's back in a daze, and suddenly Xingchen turned around and said, "Don't worry, Master, no one can go to Lingshan anymore, and you can't even find the mountain gate."

Han Yiming responded, Xingchen continued to walk forward, and the white lion walked beside him, silently, and soon there was no trace of it.

Only Han Yiming and A Tu remained here. A Tu circled around Han Yiming's feet, and this time he was truly quiet.

Han Yiming squatted down to touch A Tu's head and neck. A Tu licked its hand a few times, and lay down at his feet. Han Yiming also sat down on the ground.

The night wind was like water, and the wind passed by the tree was slightly sounding. Han Yiming sat for a while and looked at A Tu. It had fallen asleep with its legs, and a tongue stretched out from its mouth and dragged half to the ground.

Han Yiming sighed, Qian Ruohua's words were still lingering in his heart.

Not knowing what happened, Han Yiming always felt that Qian Ruohua knew the whereabouts of his master. Is it because of his certainty? Han Yiming did not meet him in person, but he just felt that he must know that he could be so confident.

But how did he know? In the past, even the master didn’t know the whereabouts of the master, and the masters never knew where the master was, but did he know?

Han Yiming and Qian Ruohua have also fought many times. Although they have not fought many times, they have not had many verbal confrontations and secret competitions. They also know something about him.

Most of the disciples under Pingbo's sect are mediocre, and Qian Ruohua's cultivation is also ordinary, but this person is extremely cunning.

His cunning is different from Yuanhui, and he is more experienced and calm and cunning than Yuanhui. Yuanhui is more transparent than him, but he is much more superficial. He is very experienced.

Where did he know the whereabouts of Master? Did he come from Pingbo? Han Yiming said in his heart: "He is Pingbo's confidant. Pingbo will naturally have many things to tell him. Could it be that Master's whereabouts were what Pingbo said? Does Pingbo know where Master is?"

Qian Ruohua will tell Pingbo if he knows Master’s whereabouts first. Will Pingbo tell this disciple who is relying on him if he knows Master’s whereabouts first?

Han Yiming said in his heart: "Yes! Just like me and Xingchen, I didn't tell other fellow disciples about many things, but he knew them well!"

Xingchen had gone missing, and Han Yiming couldn't help but feel confused. Pingbo must have known Qian Ruohua in all aspects, but he had little to do with Xingchen.

I only know that Xingchen is also a disciple of Lingshan. When Lingshan suffered a great disaster, he could not come to help him, so now he is doing his best to help him guard Lingshan.

He would never harm Lingshan, but he was too sharp.

He is undoubtedly a powerful weapon in Lingshan. Han Yiming still doesn't know how powerful his spiritual power is. But he had already slaughtered the blue dragon like a child, and later slaughtered the green dragon with him. It can be seen that his spiritual power has long been thrown away from the Jiuchiyun in this world. I believe that when the master was still in Lingshan, he also loved him very much.

Han Yiming was respectful and afraid of Xingchen. What he respected was that his spiritual power was strong and he was willing to be a pawn in front of the horse, and he was wholeheartedly considering Lingshan.

What I was afraid of was that he acted too ruthlessly and acted quickly, and he did not discuss it with him, for fear that he would bring disaster to Lingshan.

Other fellow disciples in Lingshan are not as ruthless as him, and he often takes the initiative by himself, so people can't help but worry.

Thinking of his fierceness when slaying the dragon and his young and sunny face, Han Yiming couldn't help but sigh.

Suddenly there was a voice in his heart and said, "Are you afraid that he will steal your position as the head of Lingshan?"

Han Yiming said: "No, I'm not afraid that he will steal my position as the head of the sect. I am just a manager. If he can take it over or the master can come back, I will hand it over immediately. I just want to be a disciple of Lingshan, but not as the head!"

The voice said, "Yes! I know! He doesn't want to steal your head, he no longer wants to be the head."

Han Yiming couldn't help but feel lost. After a moment, the voice said again: "You want to help him! Only you can help him!"

Han Yiming was stunned for a moment. He was very puzzled. Who should I help? Xingchen? I couldn't help saying: "Help Xingchen? How can I help him? How can I help him? Is there any danger he has?"

But the voice never sounded again, and Han Yiming couldn't help but whisper: "Tell me, how can I help him?"

Han Yiming waited for a while and said, "Is there any danger he has? Tell me, what should I do?"

But except for his voice, he never heard anything else. Han Yiming looked around, and there was only darkness and silence, but this sound was so stupid that he did not understand what was happening in front of him, but he became even more confused.

Suddenly someone said, "I'm leaving."

This is the voice of a woman.

Han Yiming looked at the sound, and saw a blurry figure kneeling on the ground, lying on the ground.

Han Yiming said in shock: "Which senior sister are you?"

The figure ignored him and just leaned on the ground and said, "From today, there will be forty-nine days. I will never be wrong."

Han Yiming said anxiously: "Senior Sister, are you my senior sister? What are you talking about? Isn't Lingshan closed? Where are you going? Is there something urgent? Can you tell me and let me do it for you?"
Chapter completed!