Zhao Haoyang sighed, "The phoenix birds are singing endlessly. I don't know what their brothers are like, but I am very annoyed. There is no such divine bird, it's better to call the ghost bird. The sound makes people feel sour, numb and stingy in their hearts. I didn't have enough cultivation at that time, and when I heard it, my hair was standing up and my heart felt weak. I kept my eyes open all night, and I could sleep!"

Huang Jingxuan smiled and said, "Junior brother, I am the same. In private, maybe it is not because my cultivation is not enough. It was originally a divine bird, and we should have been in awe of it. It was unwilling to be transformed, and the resentment in its heart could not be eliminated in a short while? Even human resentment needs to be resolved for decades, let alone it?" Han Yiming couldn't help but nod.

Zhao Haoyang sighed: "It can be transformed into a thousand years to resolve its unwillingness and resentment, but our mortal fetus cannot withstand that sound. Even the night is coming, it is like a nightmare. At night, everyone is shivering. The daytime practice is not enough, and they are all asleep!" Huang Jingxuan said: "Your master always doesn't speak, so we have to endure it. We have to endure it for more than a month, and finally wait until your master takes action. The master said that the phoenix bird is unwilling to dissipate, and it will take 49 days to end these pasts. After that, he reached out and touched the land of death that day and took out a green feather. Since the feather was taken out, the desolate cry no longer existed. Finally, it stopped the unbearable time we waited for!"

"Later, the ancestor accidentally obtained the excellent purple gold, so he used these purple gold and the green feather to refine the Mingyuan sword. On the day the sword was completed, the purple air and the yellow light reflected. The ancestor held the Mingyuan sword in his hand, flicked it gently, and said, "The phoenix is ​​whispering in the abyss, and the sound is clear in the wild. If you are like a phoenix, you will never look back. Then this sword is called Mingyuan, and you will fulfill your wish." Mingyuan sword is a spiritual sword, the sword edge trembles, making a buzzing sound, as if you recognize this name. Since then, this sword has been called Mingyuan!"

After he finished speaking, the room was silent. Huang Jingxuan and Zhao Haoyang obviously had many things in the past, and their hearts were undulating. It was only then that Han Yiming realized that there were two such stories in the Mingyuan Sword, which was shocked. He looked at the Mingyuan Sword and then, and there were two stories about spiritual objects, Mi Rui's story, which made people feel heartbroken, but the story of the phoenix bird made people sigh.

Huang Jingxuan said: "Yiming, knowing its past, you should love this sword even more. You should know that although it has become a sword, it still has spiritual objects. You can feel your joy, anger, sorrow, and happiness. Don't look at things that are connected to your life and are close to your flesh and blood anymore! It is difficult for us to be by your side at all times. You should pay attention to this sword. It has spiritual energy and protect your master. It is there, and your life is there!" Han Yiming whispered: "What the second master said is, please remember it in mind!" At this time, he knew that it was the Taoist Pingbo who violated the Mingyuan sword and thus lost two hundred years of spiritual power. But the masters told this story specifically for themselves, and I was afraid that they could have guessed some of it.

Huang Jingxuan looked out the window and it was already bright. He said this all night. Han Yiming was not tired at all and felt a little apology to the two masters. They were busy with their senior brothers during the day, and they couldn't rest at night. He felt guilty and said, "Master, uncle, you are all disciples who can't rest well!" Zhao Haoyang smiled and said, "You don't have to worry about us. After so many years of practice, I can't even survive for a small night, so I'm really in vain!" Huang Jingxuan said, "Yiming, we have to rest here for a few more days, so you can rest for a few more days!"

Han Yiming's face turned red and he said, "The disciples are much better, you can continue on the road!" Huang Jingxuan smiled and said, "Don't worry, let's not leave. Taoist Master Pingbo has told us that he will linger here for a few more days. You can take the opportunity to take a break!" He stood up and said, "We're going back now!" He patted his hands lightly, and another "bang" sound, untied the knot of the silence and walked out of the house with Zhao Haoyang.

A few days later, Han Yiming helped the villagers build houses with his senior brothers. In fact, the burned houses had been built for the past two days after he lay on the bed. What he did was just repairs. Building a house was easy, but repairing was very annoying. The disciples shuttled and searched everywhere for objects for repair. Sometimes there were a few wide leaves, sometimes a few thick and long, and countless. These small objects were originally seen everywhere in the mountains, but they were just used temporarily, but they were easy to find. Fortunately, the people in Lingshan were flying with swords, and it was hard to get there.

They flew around and it became commonplace, and even Han Yiming became accustomed to it. The people in the village were frightened at first, and even looked at them as if they had seen ghosts, and they were extremely awe. But when they saw them a few times, they settled down. The bolder children even entangled them in order to follow the sky to take a look.

Han Yiming did not repair it, so he looked for objects everywhere, but he helped very easily. Sima Lingyi showed him the old objects, so he went to search for them with his sword. The Taoist man on Pingbo was lying in bed sick and didn't even go out of the door, so it would not be bad for him. Moreover, he suffered from the loss of Han Yiming's Mingyuan sword, so he should have been afraid to move lightly for a while. Han Yiming let go of his courage and ran around.

Sima Lingyi handed him a very tough Teng strip and asked him to help find it. Han Yiming used the sword and flew into Tiemang Mountain. Whenever he saw Teng Man, he would pull it up a few times. After looking at a few places, although the Teng strip was very flexible, he always felt that it was a little thinner and was not very fond of it. He searched for a while, and finally found a better one and chopped it down with the Mingyuan sword.

He held the Teng strip and was about to fly into the air when he suddenly heard a sound from the woods beside him. After a moment, he stopped. After a while, he sounded softly, as if something was coming towards him. Han Yiming became alert, and the sword of the emperor flew up the tree and looked down.

A man walked out of the dense forest. The man was wearing a blue Taoist robe and a hair-clothed over his head. He was a disciple of the Taoist sect of Pingbo. Han Yiming stood high and could not see his appearance clearly. He didn't know who it was. But seeing that he was carrying an ordinary wooden sword, not a spade wooden sword, he knew that he was not a Taoist sect, but a disciple of his.
Chapter completed!