After walking for a while, I saw something sitting upright on the hillside ahead, holding a green sword in the bones of my hand.

Han Yiming was stunned for a moment, and suddenly his eyes were so sore and sad. He ran away and went straight to the front of the object and knelt down.

It was a spiritual bone, and Zhao Haoyang's spiritual bone was sitting upright on the hillside.

The color of the spiritual bones has changed, no longer white but iron gray, and the wind talisman on the leg bones is also broken, and a dragon tendon winds like a snake, circling around the spiritual bones.

The dragon tendons embedded in the spiritual bones are already integrated, but the master will not wake up again.

Han Yiming even saw the broken bones gathered at the edge of the spiritual bone's foot bone.

He first gave a great gift to the Spirit Bone, then knelt in front of the Spirit Bone and said, "Master, have you been waiting for me for a long time? I, I can only do this now."

Han Yiming suddenly felt relieved when he said this, and many words came out:

"Master, I never thought that the departure of the teachers was not my great disaster. I thought it was a great disaster at that time, but later I realized that the great disaster was..."

He said all the things that Lingshan has gained a foothold here, and even what he said to Chen Ruofu: "Senior Brother Chen has done his best. When I was not in Lingshan, he was the leader of the sect. The disciple always felt that he could be the leader more, and the disciple felt that it seemed better to be a guardian. What the disciple did was also the one who protected the Dharma. Can the disciple pass the position of the leader to this senior brother?"

"It is true that the disciple is worried about Xingchen. He is my disciple of Lingshan. What he does is also for Lingshan. But the disciple cannot restrain him. His spiritual power is higher than that of his disciples. Although he has not opposed his disciples, he really has no ability to manage him."

He paused and said, "Master, my disciples can only listen to these absurd words."

The spiritual bones remained motionless, and the blue water sword reflected the blue sky, with a green color.

He talked all the way, saying everything in his heart was about Linggu. He couldn't tell when he was sitting on the ground beside the Linggu stone.

Han Yiming said: "Master, I don't know whether the disciples did it right or wrong. Qinglong is the cause of the destruction of Lingshan. It is not uneasy to kill Qinglong disciples. But Zhuque has nothing to do with Lingshan. Purple Bird is really the disciple who wants to survive. It is either it dies or the disciple dies. Are disciples afraid of death? They are afraid, but they are not afraid. But the disciples have seen Zhuque Ling before. Zhuque should be old acquaintances with Master. In this way, they die under the disciples, and the disciples are uneasy."

He was about to enter the secret room of Wanxu Temple and said it out.

In the past, he had many worries in his heart, and he didn't dare to say so many things. At this time, he had no worries in his heart, and he also told his master to listen to the matter of releasing the deer king.

I don’t know how long it took to say this. Until the sunlight had turned into sunset, Han Yiming was surprised to hear that he had been saying it in front of the spiritual bone for a long time.

Sitting here, although the master no longer answered or advised him, he felt that he was still in front of his master, and the heavy burden seemed to be on his master.

Even if you want to leave, you can say it to the spiritual bones without having to have many concerns.

After sitting for a while, it was already dark. Han Yiming bowed to Linggu again and said, "Master, I'm back, I'll come back to talk to Master another day."

He wanted to stand up, but then he realized that his legs had already numb. He moved for a while before he stood up and walked in the direction he came.

After walking out for more than ten steps, he turned around, and the spirit bones were still sitting in their original place, still motionless.

The thick fog was right in front of him. Han Yiming walked to the edge of the thick fog and turned around. The spiritual bones were still sitting there, motionless.

While he was stunned, the thick fog had surrounded him from all directions, wrapping him in the thick fog.

Walking into the thick fog again, Han Yiming felt relaxed but also depressed.

I felt so much that I could feel relaxed, but after seeing the spiritual bones, the dust of Lingshan could not stop for a moment.

The thick fog in front of him will always spread out a way. Han Yiming followed that road and soon walked to the edge of the flower field.

The night was shrouded in the darkness and the fragrance of the flower fields was floating. The senior brother and his disciples had gone back to rest.

Han Yiming walked through the flower fields and came to the front of the house. Suddenly, the door of the thatched hut where Liu Chenxing lived opened, and the light flowed out. Liu Chenxing greeted him and smiled, "Junior Brother Han is back."

Han Yiming looked around and said, "Senior brother hasn't rested yet?"

Liu Chenxing smiled and said, "I will go back to the sect tomorrow. There are many things to be clear about tonight."

He was waiting for him intently, and Han Yiming said, "If senior brother is not tired, let's talk again."

Liu Chenxing smiled and said, "Is it really bothering my junior brother? Should I say it in my house or just outside the house?"

Han Yiming said: "Leave the words of senior brother."

Liu Chenxing smiled and said, "The scenery of Lingshan is different from before. Although it is not as magnificent as before, it is also a pastoral and beautiful scenery."

He pointed to the place where Bai Tian sat with Shen Ruofu and said, "It's better to be here."

Han Yiming followed him to the table and sat down. The breeze came gently and brought the fragrance of flowers from the flower field. He was about to call his disciple to come to tea, but he saw Jingxin Feichen and Jiang Yan walking with a tea tray.

They came to their front and placed two tea cups in the tea tray, a pot of boiling water and two saucers of tea fruit on the wooden table.

Na Jingxin Dichen saluted the two of them, stood up and said, "Uncle Shen said that the head of the sect talked to Master Liu to relieve his night's talk. This pot of tea is boiling water specially burned by Master Shen, and the disciples make tea for Master Liu to the sect."

He brewed tea for the two of them and retreated with Jiang Yan.

Liu Chenxing picked up the teacup and sniffed the tea fragrance. After a moment, he said, "Have you been unable to get the spiritual sword?"

Han Yiming shook his head and smiled bitterly: "Don't your senior brother know everything? I don't think I have a chance to be with this spiritual sword."

Liu Chenxing said: "Everyone is staring at this spiritual sword. Although fellow practitioners cannot come to Lingshan, I think they already know it now."

Han Yiming said: "What can I do if I know?"

Liu Chenxing sighed, "Yes, my junior brother is right, what can I do if I know it? Many fellow practitioners cannot go to Lingshan, and can only spy on one side. But will the disciples of Lingshan stop walking?"

Han Yiming looked at Liu Chenxing for a moment and said, "Walking naturally requires walking. When the master became Lingshan, did not many people see it? There are many people who disagree with it? Then did the disciples of Lingshan also walk down the mountain?"

Liu Chenxing said: "Yes, after a few years, the Lingshan disciples can go down the mountain to walk. What the junior brother sees is very much."

After a pause, Liu Chenxing said, "Junior Brother Han, my junior brother of the sect has come to find you."

Han Yiming looked at Liu Chenxing without saying a word. How much did Liu Chenxing know about Yuan Hui? What did he tell Liu Chenxing before coming here?
Chapter completed!