Han Yiming nodded: "Master, I understand!" Huang Jingxuan smiled slightly and said, "Everything has its own fixed number, right? What I want to say to you is not just this point before. Yiming, the heart is as clear as water, and the thoughts are like white lotus. The heart is as clear as water, but it seems simple, but it is actually extremely difficult. When you were born, your heart is as clear as water without sorrow and joy, but there is no white lotus. Then everything in the mortal world is like scum in the water, ups and downs and downs. When the time comes, all the sinks in the water have melted and no longer exist. Some of the sediments at the bottom of the water have churned repeatedly, while others will never have waves. Such grievances are melted, just the appearance. The true grievances disappear, and the thoughts are like white lotus, and I will laugh!"

He smiled slightly, and Han Yiming felt that his face was as innocent as a newborn baby. Huang Jingxuan said: "Cultivating Taoism means cultivating the mind. The ways of cultivating Taoism are different, but the result is to cultivate the mind. The heart is like a lotus, so the body is like a lotus. The body is like a lotus, but the heart may not be a lotus." Han Yiming suddenly rose up the small white lotus in the colorless and colorless mirror, and seemed to have some enlightenment, but was a little confused.

Huang Jingxuan said: "We all have limited cultivation and are prone to falling into the two obstacles of troubles and knowledge. Therefore, to deepen our own cultivation, we must be good at everything. Master once told us that everyone has a lotus. It seems that this is true. It is just that when the lotus grows, it varies from person to person, whether it is or not, and it is different, but it is still a lotus at all." Zhao Haoyang laughed and said: "I wonder if the lotus of fellow Taoist Pingbo grew out, how many petals fell this time?" Han Yiming couldn't help but smile.

Huang Jingxuan smiled and shook his head, saying, "Junior brother, you are here again. He is unable to achieve success, and he is indecisive! Everything should be natural, especially in practice. The last time Taoist Pingbo ate Muzhi, he added two hundred years of spiritual power, but at this time, he accidentally lost two hundred years of spiritual power, which is really ridiculous. Therefore, fate cannot be forced. If he does not have that little greed, he will not eat Muzhi. If he does not have this little greed, he will not lose these two hundred years of spiritual power. If he does not have this little greed, he will not lose these two hundred years of spiritual power. If he does not have this little greed, he will not lose these two hundred years of spiritual power. If he does not have the understanding of his practice, then it is Bai Xiu. Where can a lotus grow in his heart?"

Han Yiming nodded slightly, and it was indeed a retribution for cause and effect. For a moment, he no longer caused evil to the Taoist Pingbo. Taoist Pingbo lost two hundred years of spiritual power, but Mu Zhi's spiritual power would not be able to be used in half a year, so he no longer feared him. He did not dare to cause trouble again. Moreover, Uncle Shi was originally a person with a fire-like personality, and he didn't know many things, which was better. What if he knew? He didn't know it, and he didn't know it.

He smiled, and Huang Jingxuan saw it, nodded and said, "Yiming, I once told you that I would tell you the story of Mingyuan Sword, but I have never had the opportunity to tell you tonight?" Han Yiming was overjoyed: "Thank you, Master!" He had known that this sword was extraordinary, and must have an extraordinary origin. He had always been on the road, and knew that Taoist Pingbo always peeped around, so he never asked his master to tell him to listen to him. After this experience, he indeed received what the master said was "connected with flesh and blood". He was rescued by this sword from the moment of critical survival and death. He also liked this sword from the bottom of his heart.

Huang Jingxuan reached out and picked up the Mingyuan sword, looked at it, and said, "The Mingyuan sword is the matchmaking sword of your master before. It was also cast by your master himself. This sword, unlike other swords, was cast by bronze. The master was afraid that the bronze would be more hard and not flexible enough, and when casting, he added a large amount of purple gold. Therefore, this sword would be hard and soft and complement each other!"

The hundred swords of Lingshan have long surpassed the swords that Han Yiming could get, but when he heard these, he was still a little stunning. Huang Jingxuan continued, "Yiming, do you know what the scabbard of this sword is made of?" Han Yiming had no extensive knowledge and shook his head. Huang Jingxuan said, "The scabbard of Mingyuan Sword is made of Chi leather. The dragon gave birth to nine sons, which is true at all. I don't know how many sons it will have to be a dragon. Although the rest are also dragon sons, one son is not as good as one son. Some only have a little dragon shape and wear a dragon robe, but no longer a dragon. Some even have the shape of a dragon, and they don't even have dragon scales. This is the case with the dragon shape, but there is no dragon scale. Of course, it has no dragon power! "

Han Yiming gently stroked the sword sheath of Mingyuan's sword. Wherever he got his hands, it was not smooth, but a little rough. He didn't know what the sword sheath was made of, and he didn't seek much understanding. He heard it unexpectedly at this time and couldn't help but look at it again and again. Huang Jingxuan smiled slightly: "Although the Chi does not have the scales of the dragon, it does not lose its flavor. The skin of the Chi is full of extremely small thorns, but it does not pierce the hand. Perhaps it is a kind of scale." Han Yiming looked at the scabbard for a while, but the scales were still not so smooth.

Huang Jingxuan smiled and said, "Maybe I'm shallow in my knowledge, and the master only knew whether it was scales. But I know that although Chi does not have dragon scales, it is also as tough as it is. And if it accidentally hits Chi, it will be scratched by these tiny spikes!" Han Yiming couldn't help but say, "Master, but this spike is not sharp to the touch." Huang Jingxuan smiled and said, "Yes, I don't know what method your master has used to polish the spikes that are extremely thorny!" He stopped and said, "Your master does not like killing, but this Chi is indeed dead in the hands of the master!" Han Yiming knew that it must be the story of Chi. He saw a few rough tiles and a clay pot on the table. He picked it up and looked at it. There was a can of water in the jar, and poured it into the cup.

Huang Jingxuan sighed: "Although dragons can be picked out by one of the many people, dragons are a high-ranking spirit, and they do not marry creatures other than dragons. They do not even marry dragons. Even the blue dragons and white dragons are not married to each other. At that time, your master once told us that if a dragon is married to other creatures, it may be better. Look at Xiaoray, it is a role model. Yiming, you have only seen Xiaorays appear in their true form, but I have seen your masters countless times. Xiaorays
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