After lying for a while, the wooden door opened with a "ah" sound, Du Qingfeng walked in. He glanced at Han Yiming and said, "Junior brother, you are awake. Are you hungry?" He didn't say that, but Han Yiming really felt hungry. Du Qingfeng touched a thick bowl that was pressed down on the wooden table and said, "It's cold, wait." Han Yiming was so hungry that he whispered in his stomach. How could he wait? He said, "Senior brother, don't bother." Du Qingfeng sighed and said, "Okay!" He came to him.

There was just a bowl of white rice, two vegetarian dishes. Han Yiming swallowed it in one go. For some reason, he never felt so hungry. The two vegetarian dishes were ordinary, but the bowl of white rice was surprisingly sweet. After eating a bowl, he had strength. Du Qingfeng smiled and said, "Fortunately, my junior brother is still young, and the second uncle said it was not hurt, and it would be fine if he rested for two days. Junior brother, you scared me last night. OK, why did you fall? Fortunately, my senior brother is extremely powerful and grabbed you with his backhand, otherwise, I would fall down, but I don't know what it would be like."

As soon as he said that, Han Yiming immediately got up and asked, "Is that baby okay?" Du Qingfeng said, "Is that little guy? He shouted in my arms all the way, and he was very energetic. He had already returned to his parents, so don't worry!" Han Yiming nodded, and Du Qingfeng said, "Okay, I won't tell you anymore, I'll just come and see you. You can rest for a few days, and you should be almost done in a few days. Then, let's go again. It's strange. Master Pingbo is the most impatient. In the past, he heard from other senior brothers that he always urged him to go forward. Today, he actually said that it's rare to build a place here for a while. Well, I'll help cut trees and build a house outside, so you can rest!"

Han Yiming was a little surprised in his heart, why did the Taoist Pingbo change his nature? Was he also injured last night? He was only caring about the sword control technique with all his heart and no attention to the Taoist Pingbo. But the Taoist Pingbo was strange later last night, but he was still a little aware of it, and said to himself: "Is he really injured? Did my Mingyuan sword really hurt him?" He couldn't help but look around, but saw the Mingyuan sword lying beside his pillow with the blue black scabbard. He gently stretched out his hand and touched the Mingyuan sword.

He was young and fell from a very high place. Fortunately, the trees in the mountains and forests were dense and countless branches were crushed by him, but it also slowed down his downward momentum. If it weren't for these branches, he would have broken his spine. The grass on the ground was also very thick and dense, so it was not seriously injured. Huang Jingxuan took medicine with him again, cast spells, and after two days of rest, he could get out of bed and walk.

As soon as he could get out of bed and walk, the couple came to carry the little baby and thanked Han Yi again and again. Seeing that both of them were a little haggard, the woman held the baby and didn't let go for a moment. Obviously, she was always afraid and felt very sad. After this time, the couple had indelible fear.

The two wanted to give each other gold and silk, but Han Yiming refused to accept it. After repeated attempts, they still refused. The two said thanks a lot. Han Yiming saw that it was dark, so he urged them to take the child back to rest. He sent them outside the door and watched them into another wooden house before returning to the house.

As soon as he entered the room, he saw Huang Jingxuan and Zhao Haoyang sitting in their house at some point. Huang Jingxuan said, "Yiming, are you getting better?" Han Yiming said, "Second Master, I'm fine. It's all because of me, I've delayed the itinerary. Will we go on the road tomorrow?" Zhao Haoyang smiled and said, "Yiming, why are you thinking about it? We delayed the itinerary here, but not because of you." Han Yiming was stunned, and Huang Jingxuan said, "Yiming, did you have any accidents that night?"

Han Yiming lay on the bed for two days. Huang Jingxuan and Zhao Haoyang, the people from Lingshan, followed the people in the village to work together. If Han Yiming hadn't been able to get up, he would never lie on the bed. Huang Jingxuan said, "How are you doing? Are you getting better?" Han Yiming said, "Thank you for your concern, my disciple is already well!" Huang Jingxuan nodded and said, "Yiming, are you surprised with Taoist Master Pingbo?"

In a moment, something seemed to have rushed to Han Yiming's mouth, but he was fine, but he couldn't get up, and he didn't know what to say. He was stunned for a while, but still couldn't get up, so he had to say, "Master, I have nothing." Huang Jingxuan said, "It's fine, it's fine. However, Taoist Master Pingbo is a little bad!" Han Yiming was surprised and said, "Tao Master, why is he not good?"

Huang Jingxuan said, "As for how it is not good, I can't say it. I heard his disciples say that he had lost two hundred years of spiritual power inadvertently, and he couldn't get up sick these days. You don't have to rush to get up, and cultivate well for a few days. You don't have to worry about the outside world!" Han Yiming didn't know whether to laugh or sneer, but although he was ridiculous on his face, he felt a sense of pleasure. Even though he was calm, he couldn't help but secretly said, "I deserve it!"

He thought for a while and suddenly came to his senses. Huang Jingxuan looked at him with a look of blame. Huang Jingxuan shook his head and said, "Yiming, gloating is a taboo for Taoists. Those who are good at the Dharma are compassionate and compassionate. You should be generous and have a talent! Two hundred years of cultivation are not something you can get at once. No matter who loses it, it should be very painful!" Han Yiming lowered his head and said, "Yes, Master, please remember!"

Zhao Haoyang shook his head and said, "Senior Brother, you are too kind. Do you also care and pity for those evil people?" Huang Jingxuan shook his head and said, "Junior Brother, we have lived for so long, what else can't be ignored? Am I a pedantic person? Whether it is other people's practice or one's own practice, how long and difficult it is for two hundred years? How many joys, anger, sorrows, sorrows, sorrows, separations and reunions have to go through? Two hundred years is a long life that people dare not imagine in their lifetime, and people do not have such opportunities to experience such long moments, or even a few reincarnations of the world, which can only achieve a long time. Shouldn't we cherish these years? No matter who these two hundred years are, it is a pity. If it were your two hundred years, what would you do in my two hundred years?"
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