Han Yiming always felt that he owed this disciple, and he thought that he would teach him well when he came back to the sect in the future.

But he didn't expect that when Xingchen heard that Qing Zhubiao would not return to Lingshan again. He did not have that quiet mind, and it would be difficult for him to be as clear as water when he returned to Lingshan.

He endured it for a while, and finally couldn't help saying, "Will he never come back?"

Xingchen smiled slightly: "Is the leader worried now?"

Han Yiming looked at him, and many words came to his mouth but couldn't speak them.

He never thought that Qing Zhubiao would be respected by Yuanhui when he arrived at Yuanhui's sect. Yuanhui would never believe him or even beware of him.

He went from Lingshan to Yuanhui, and his fellow disciples of Chenxishan would be on guard against him and would not give him a chance.

Qing Zhubiao must be careful in the Yuanhui sect, like a thin ice covering, so Han Yiming felt very guilty and thought that he would treat this disciple well in the future.&1t;i>&1t;/i>

Now Xingchen's words broke his abacus, and Han Yiming sighed or sighed.

Xingchen said, "The head of the sect doesn't have to worry like this. If you think he is a disciple of Lingshan, he is still a disciple if he is not in Lingshan. Practice is not able to be in Lingshan. Lingshan has had fellow disciples who practice outside. Are they not considered Lingshan disciples? They are still Lingshan disciples. I will leave Lingshan in the future. Although I cannot walk around all directions, my roots are still in Lingshan and will not join another sect. The same is true for Qingzhubiao. When he leaves Lingshan in the future, his practice will definitely be successful, which is enough to allow him to walk around all directions. To this point, the head of the sect and Lingshan did not owe him, but instead pointed him another way."

Although Xingchen did not say it clearly, Han Yiming knew that Qing Zhubiao and him would not return to Lingshan again when they heard this. However, they were still disciples of Lingshan, but they were no longer similar to those of the brothers who practiced in Lingshan.

He suddenly realized that he might be similar to them in the future and would never return to Lingshan.&1t;i>&1t;/i>

At this moment, Han Yiming suddenly felt relaxed. He was always a disciple of Lingshan, but the Qinglong and Zhuque were gone, and Lingshan would never make him feel at ease any longer.

He used to walk under Lingshan to know that the world was vast. Lingshan also walked around and hid, but at that time he was not as brisk as he was now. At that time, he could go where he wanted to go, and he couldn't help but feel mixed feelings.

As if seeing through his thoughts, Xingchen said, "If the leader wants to go, he will go after heals. He will hand over the matter of Lingshan first."

Han Yiming suddenly came to his senses and asked, "Do you still have to fight with Pingbo?"

Pingbo has always been a big trouble for Lingshan. Even now, he is still the biggest threat to Lingshan.

Xingchen said lightly: "His grudge with me is not just Lingshan, but other things. Although he can't go to Lingshan again, Ruxin is still in his hands. I will take it back."&1t;i>&1t;/i>

Han Yiming said: "If you want to take her back, then we will take it together."

Even though Xingchen has extremely high cultivation and strong spiritual power, Han Yiming can still see the scars on his body. Even Han Yiming himself is also covered in scars. The magic array of Wanxu Temple is so powerful, how can Xingchen go alone?

Xingchen smiled and said, "The leader doesn't know. I have something to do before I take back Ruxin. Master Yuanhui is looking for us everywhere, and Master Mingxi is also looking for us."

When it comes to Mingxi, Han Yiming felt ashamed. Although his actions were beneficial or harmless in Lingshan, he and Mingxi also split their ways after all these things.

Those many things cannot be mentioned to Mingxi. If Mingxi knows, he will also regard him as an enemy. They have become truly hostile.

This time, Chen Rufeng and others thought about it. When Han Yiming thought of Chen Rufeng, he asked: "I have something I want to ask you for advice."&1t;i>&1t;/i>

Xingchen looked at him. Han Yiming wanted to say Chen Rufeng, but he couldn't say it when he was right.

He still doesn't think that Chen Rufeng was killed by himself, but his immersive feeling made him unable to argue with his disciples.

He also found it difficult to speak out about this in front of Xingchen, and he didn't know how to explain it clearly.

Xingchen didn't ask questions, and after a moment he didn't listen to him. Xingchen said, "I know what the leader is going to ask me."

Han Yiming instantly calmed his breath, stared at the stars, and then asked with difficulty: "Do you know? Do you really know?" After asking, he suddenly felt a move in his heart, both afraid and expectant.

Xingchen said lightly: "I naturally know that there is nothing I don't know about Lingshan."

Han Yiming suddenly asked, "Who are you? Who are you?"&1t;i>&1t;/i>

Xingchen said: "Who do the leader say I am?"

Han Yiming opened his mouth, and an answer that had been circling in his heart for a long time was about to come out, but he couldn't say it.

Suddenly, a voice came from the wind and someone was talking.

Han Yiming listened carefully to the sound of this words but couldn't tell the sound clearly. The sound of this words was so familiar that he couldn't speak, but he couldn't tell a word clearly.

Xingchen also heard it. After listening carefully for a moment, his eyebrows moved and said to Han Yiming: "The head of the sect rests here. I'll go and take a look."

He said he would leave as soon as he finished speaking, but the figures disappeared.

After hearing this, Han Yiming only heard that there were two people in the wind, and they could not tell the difference between the other words. They didn't understand a word and didn't even say it.

After Xingchen left, Han Yiming felt tired again and fell asleep shortly after sitting down.

In his sleep, he heard a woman's voice saying, "It's finally here, I've finally waited for this day."

A pair of hands gently shaking in front of his eyes. The hands were as white as jade, with long fingers, gently waving in the sunshine, stroking flowers. These flowers swayed gently and opened wherever they reached their hands.

These hands gently stroked the flowers for a moment, and one hand slowly raised toward the sun.

Han Yiming felt that these hands seemed to be his own, not his own. The hands gently separated their five fingers in front of him, and to him, they looked like his own hands. The sunlight flowed in through the gaps of his fingers, with dazzling brightness and a slightly yellow halo.

The hand was slender and slender, and although the nails were not left, the tips of the ten fingers were not his hand, but the woman's hand.

After a while, he put down his hand, cultivated soil on the ground, patted each other with his hands and took half of the gourd to water it.

Even though Han Yiming felt a sense of movement in his sleep, he seemed to be about to come out, but he couldn't remember it.

Holding the gourd in hand, a woman watered all the flowers around her. A woman said, "Okay, I'll leave in a while. You must bloom well and grow up obediently."

The voice was so familiar that Han Yiming said to himself: "Is this my senior sister from Lingshan? Where is she going?"

Suddenly another woman said in a far voice: "Senior Sister, come."

This voice sounds very familiar. Young Master Han Yiming interacted with his senior sisters, but as soon as he heard this voice, he knew that it was one of the two surviving senior sisters in Lingshan, but he didn't know which senior sister's voice was.
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