The thick fog makes people unable to tell the direction, Han Yiming said to himself: "Are you returning to Lingshan?"

He looked at the man's back carefully and thought about all the disciples of Lingshan in his heart.

Not senior brothers, Senior Brother Feng is not as elegant as this, Senior Brother Chen is too thin, and the height, fat and thinness of the other senior brothers is very different from this person, let alone disciples.

Then, who is he?

Before Han Yiming could come up, he suddenly saw a hand.

The hand flashed out of the darkness and took it straight forward, and in a blink of an eye it had grabbed something.

Han Yiming woke up in shock and opened his eyes. The sky was already dark and the room was dark.

He sat up and looked around, jumped out of bed and opened the door.

It was extremely quiet outside the house. My classmates had already rested, and the moonlight was hazy, and it was already midnight.

But Han Yiming walked straight out of the house, walked through the flower fields, and headed towards Wuming's residence.

Soon after, he had walked into the thick fog, and he did not call Bluestone to lead the way. For some reason, he felt that he would definitely be able to go to the nameless place today.

The fog became darker and he felt a little wet and cold, but a path was opened in the thick fog ahead, like a small path.

Han Yiming stopped for a while, squatted down and looked carefully. The green grass on the ground fell slightly, and some grass leaves were even stepped into the mud, so someone walked past here.

He walked forward, and the path ahead was still vaguely shaped, so he followed the path forward.

After walking for a while, he had arrived outside the nameless hut.

The hut was dark. Han Yiming stood outside the house and watched for a moment without realizing something strange. After listening for a moment, he could not hear the sound. He walked to the door and knocked it lightly but no one responded. He just walked into the house.

The room was very dark, and Han Yiming stood for a while but couldn't see clearly. He lit the candlelight of the Brahma Heart, and then he saw that there was no one in the room.

He looked around for a moment and headed towards the place where the spiritual sword leaned.

The spirit sword was leaning against the stove in the room. At this time, the stove in the room had been extinguished. Han Yiming came to the stove but saw that the spirit sword had long disappeared by the stove!

He walked around the stove and looked carefully at the edge of the stove. The spiritual sword was really gone.

Han Yiming squatted down at the place where the spiritual sword leaned against him, lit the Fanxin Candlelight brighter, and looked carefully, but it still didn't matter.

He stood up and suddenly looked at the stove.

The stove was clean when he and Shen Ruofu came. At that time, the stove was warm and the fire was half bright and half extinguished. At this time, the stove was already cold and the stove was covered with a thin layer of dust.

Han Yiming said: "Wuming, are you still here?"

The house is silent, and there is no sound outside.

Han Yiming said: "The spiritual sword was taken away, do you know?"

The hand he saw in his dream grabbed the hilt of the spirit sword and woke him up.

At this time, the Spirit Sword was gone, and Han Yiming repeatedly thought about what he saw in his dream: all the way, the hand grabbed the rough hilt of the Spirit Sword.

He reached out his hand and touched the place where the spirit sword leaned against before, and the spirit sword disappeared, and Han Yiming was both disappointed and worried.

The spirit sword is not his, and he and Chen Ruofu came to get the spirit sword.

But at this time the Spirit Sword was not there, he was extremely worried: Which fellow disciple took the Spirit Sword?

The senior brothers didn't worry about taking it, but if the disciples took it, he was very worried.

Even though Chen Ruofu said that, Han Yiming heard it, but he was still uneasy.

He walked out of the hut, stood in front of the door and looked around, and there was extremely quiet here. Han Yiming couldn't help but say, "Wu Ming, where are you? The spiritual sword has been taken away. Do you really don't care?"

No one answered, Han Yiming sat down in front of the door until the sky became brighter and Wuming did not come back.

After dawn, he vaguely saw that the white mist had faded and looked back inside the house, which was silent.

After a while, Wuming was still missing, and Han Yiming got up and walked towards the place where the white mist became faint.

He walked into the white mist for a moment, and the shape was already hazy in front of him. After walking a few more steps, he had already penetrated the mist, but there was a pool of clear water, and the water surface was sparkling.

Han Yiming suddenly remembered Lingwu, and Lingwu lived in this clear water, but there was no Lingwu in the clear water at this time.

He suddenly remembered Xingchen. Xingchen had been away for some time. For some reason, Han Yiming suddenly felt that Lingwu had left Lingshan and was with Xingchen.

This thought suddenly appeared, and Han Yiming was stunned for a moment, but in a flash he knew that Ling Wu really had left with Xingchen.

Although I don’t know when it left, it really left.

After dawn, Han Yiming watched his fellow disciples come out and looked at their weapons carefully, but none of them did not have the spiritual sword.

The clear instructions echoed in his mind, and Han Yiming was uneasy and looked around.

Suddenly, Chen Ruofu approached. Han Yiming remembered that the barrier of Lingshan was set up by him. He looked around and asked in a low voice: "Senior Brother, did any disciples leave Lingshan last night?"

He was cautious and careful. Chen Ruofu looked at him for a moment and said, "Junior brother, where are you asking?"

Han Yiming said: "Senior Brother, is anyone leaving Lingshan?"

Chen Ruofu thought for a while and said, "No one left Lingshan."

Han Yiming said: "Is it true?"

Chen Ruoyi stopped for a moment, still shook his head and said, "No one left." He looked at Han Yiming for a moment and said, "Junior brother, there must be a reason for you to ask about this. Let's go into the house and say it."

Han Yiming got up and entered the house, Chen Ruofu followed him into the house. Han Yiming waved his hand and sealed the hut with an ending, and said, "Someone went down the mountain last night and took the spirit sword away."

Chen Ruofu frowned and looked at him for a moment before saying, "Junior brother, have you lived in a nightmare? Or have you seen something? I made the barrier of Lingshan, but not only my spiritual power, how can I say it and leave but I don't know it?"

Han Yiming said, "Senior Brother, I don't believe you. Wuming has disappeared, and the spiritual sword has gone. The fire in Wuming has been extinguished and he has left."

Chen Ruofu's shock was extraordinary, his face turned pale, and he stared at Han Yiming tightly and couldn't speak.

Han Yiming said: "Senior Brother, I'm not blaming you for not knowing this. I must know where the Lingjian has gone. Senior Brother Mingxi can understand that if this Lingjian is not in Lingshan, there will be trouble. Although Lingshan is not coming to Lingshan now, how can I rest assured?"

Chen Ruofu said, "Junior brother, let's go and take a look together. First, go to Wuming's residence, and then look for the sect. I will definitely know the disciples of Lingshan leave Lingshan. Besides, there is Xilan in Lingshan now, so he must not leave silently. Maybe he will run to somewhere invisible places and let people find him. Let's find the sect first."

Chen Ruofu immediately asked his fellow disciples to meet in the open space outside the door.

He heard the words, but in a moment, all the disciples of Lingshan had arrived in front of the door.

Han Yiming stepped out of the hut and saw the senior brothers standing in front and their disciples standing behind them.

Only Senior Sister Tan and Feng Yumao stood aside, and no disciples followed behind him.
Chapter completed!