Suddenly, the man below stopped and squatted down. Han Yiming's sword was flying forward here. Seeing that he stopped, he was quite surprised. He quickly stopped the castration and turned around to see what he was doing. He saw him squatting on the ground without moving, even lowering his head. Han Yiming couldn't see what he was doing through the heavy leaves. He saw him squatting for a while, stood up, and walked forward. Han Yiming had suffered a great loss before and did not dare to act rashly, but just watched him leave quietly. He stood up until he watched him walk a long way before he looked back on the ground.

A circle was drawn on the ground, but one end had a hole of about a half inch. And the circle was drawn on the ground with hands, and the grass blades around it were completely removed. The circle was drawn in depth, which was very clear. Han Yiming couldn't help but worry. He didn't understand what it meant, but he always felt uneasy. After looking at the surrounding scenery, he flew back to the village.

He went to the village and looked for Sima Lingyi everywhere. At this time, every household in the village was busy repairing, and Sima Lingyi was not sure where he went. Han Yiming looked around and asked two senior brothers again before someone pointed his direction to Han Yiming. Han Yiming ran over, and Sima Lingyi was helping to lay the foundation with thick grass felt on the roof. Seeing him coming, he said, "Junior brother, have you found it? Take it for me." Han Yiming threw the Teng strip up, and Sima Lingyi didn't move. With a move of his right hand, he grabbed the one in the air, and in a blink of an eye it reached Sima Lingyi's hand.

The Teng strip was thick and hard. When he came to Sima Lingyi's hand, he stroked the Teng strip with his hands and turned it very soft, like a hemp rope. Although the Teng strip was softer than a thick branch, it was also very hard in his hand. It took a lot of effort to bend it. The villagers usually soaked the Teng strip in water or oil, soaked it softened it, and then used it to tie it. After the Teng strip was air-dried again, it was very hard again, and the tied things were not scattered. The strongest man in the village could not easily bend the Teng strip that had just been cut in his hands with empty hands, and used it to tie it like a hemp rope. The villagers saw below that he used the Teng strip as if it was a rope and surrounded it.

Han Yiming was inconvenient to ask him to come down, so he had to wait below. Seeing Sima Lingyi repairing the roof almost completely, he jumped down before walking up, saying, "Senior Brother!" Sima Lingyi said, "Little Brother, what's wrong? Are you tired? Then go and take a break." Han Yiming shook his head and said, "No, I have something to ask you."

Sima Lingyi said, "Oh, what's the matter?" Seeing that he was hesitant, he said, "Let's go and talk." When the two of them walked to a secluded place, Han Yiming told Sima Lingyi about seeing the disciples of Taoist Pingbo, and also told him about the strange circle on the ground. He always felt that the Pingbo Sect was a little sneaky, and he was always afraid that they would do something that was unfavorable to the people of Lingshan.

Sima Lingyi nodded and said, "Well, junior brother, do you still remember the place? I'll take it with you." Han Yiming asked his senior brother to take it and said, "I still remember, I'll take my senior brother here." The two flew into the sky with their swords. Before Han Yiming returned to the village, he did look carefully in the air. But at this time he flew into the sky, and saw that there was a vast forest sea, lush green leaves, and there was no difference between them. There was almost the same scene around him, and it was impossible to tell where to go.

I was stunned in the air for a while, and I still didn't know where to go. Sima Lingyi said, "Junior brother, do you really remember the direction?" Han Yiming looked around for a while, but still couldn't find the way. He had to shake his head and said, "Senior brother, forget it, let's go back, I, I really can't find that direction!"

Sima Lingyi said, "Then, do you still remember the talisman he drew on the ground?" Han Yiming said in shock: "Senior Brother, is that really a talisman?" Sima Lingyi said, "I'm a little suspicious. After all, we must be careful." Sima Lingyi has been practicing for a long time, not only has a profound Taoist practice, but also is quite powerful. When Han Yiming heard what he said, he first looked at it in his heart, and then said, "Remember!"

Sima Lingyi said, "Okay, follow me." He returned to the ground and found a piece of grass and said, "Junior brother, come here to draw a picture and I will see!" Han Yiming said, "Do I draw? I'm afraid I won't draw like it." Sima Lingyi said, "No, you can draw it first!" Han Yiming squatted down on the ground, first reached out and drew a circle on the ground, but did not seal it. After drawing, he stood up and looked at it. He felt that the circle was still drawn, which was a bit similar. He squatted down and pulled out the grass on the circle, and then drew the circle deeper until it was buried three points.

After finishing the drawing, he stood up and watched it for a moment. He felt it looked like it in his heart, and then he said to Sima Lingyi: "Senior Brother, this is probably what I painted, it doesn't look like it!" Sima Lingyi smiled and said, "Oh, is that right? This is already very good." He reached out and took out the centering needle from his arms, stabbed the centering needle in the circle, clasped his left fist, and gently pressed the circle with his right hand. The centering needle rose up with a "whisper" sound, turned into a white light, and flew straight into the clouds. Even during the day, the faint white light was not hidden by the sunlight.

After a while, Sima Lingyi said, "Junior brother, let's go up and take a look." Han Yiming followed him and flew into the sky with his sword. This time he flew up again. He had long seen the centering needle standing in the air, still about three inches long, but it was floating in the air. Sima Lingyi kept clenching his fists with his left hand, and raised his hand, spread his palms, and gently moved upwards. Han Yiming looked carefully and suddenly saw white light flashing in the lush forest below.

They were white lights similar to the white light on the centering needle, rising from the ground and rushing towards the centering needle, dragging a long thread behind it. The white light rushed to the centering needle. The centering needle was like a large needle that had penetrated countless long threads, but the faint white light did not look messy.

Sima Lingyi reached out and held the centering needle in his hand. With a light wave, the long white light like white thread surged onto the centering needle. Sima Lingyi waved his finger and cut off the white light. He put the centering needle in his arms and said, "Okay, junior brother, let's go down and take a look." He flew towards the nearest white light first.
Chapter completed!