The two were speechless, and Han Yiming was filled with sadness. After a while, he heard Gu Qingquan say, "Junior brother, why are you so sad?" Han Yiming was very surprised. He had not been together for a long time with Du Qingfeng. He saw him turn into flying dust with his own eyes, and the sadness in his heart was unbearable. Du Qingfeng and Gu Qingquan have been close friends for many years. Han Yiming originally thought that Gu Qingquan was even more sad, but he looked up and looked at him and was indifferent, and he couldn't help but be surprised.

Gu Qingquan said, "Little Junior Brother, please be more open-minded. After all, Brother Du is still three hundred years old. How can ordinary people live to this age? They have been reincarnated for a few times. His life is not short, and there is nothing else to understand. After experiencing these many years, what else can't be seen through? What else hasn't been experienced?" Han Yiming stood aside, and Gu Qingquan smiled and said, "Little Junior Brother, it's not that I don't have friendship, I feel very sorry. After all, I have known him for a long time. Isn't practicing a long road? The long road you can slowly realize. The longer you live, the more you should be open-minded these things. What's more, even if you die, aren't there still reincarnation? Therefore, death is not the end of life. Maybe it's a new beginning."

Han Yiming said: "But Senior Brother Du, he is not dead, but rather..." He couldn't say the words "turned into ashes", and he always felt a little reluctant. Gu Qingquan smiled slightly: "turned into ashes, isn't it? Yiming, ashes are free and free, flying all over the sky, and going wherever they go, is there anything wrong? What's wrong with flying ashes? What's wrong with flying ashes? "

He said nonsense, Han Yiming had to open his mouth, and every sentence Gu Qingquan said was correct. But Han Yiming couldn't help but say, "Senior Brother, how many are you, how many..." He hesitated for a while and swallowed it. Gu Qingquan smiled and said, "Little Brother, I am over 160 years old." Although Han Yiming had expected it, he was still surprised. Gu Qingquan said, "Are you surprised? But compared with the masters and many senior brothers, my age is nothing at all. The eldest brother is nearly five hundred years old, and of course his practice is outstanding among his disciples."

The next morning, Han Yiming poured the jasper bamboo, put the Wuxiang treasure mirror in his arms, and came to Yule. From a distance, he saw the waves of bamboo fluttering, and the sound of bamboo fragrance and "brushing" refreshing. Qin Wufang's hut seemed even more silent in the shadow of the bamboo. When he arrived in front of the door, the wooden door had already opened. Han Yiming stopped his footsteps in front of the door, and Qin Wufang's voice had already heard from inside the room: "Yiming, come in."

Entering the room, Qin Wufang sat upright on the bamboo couch as before, with his kind face and white eyebrows hanging down. Han Yiming couldn't help but sigh, and just called "Master" and couldn't speak. Qin Wufang smiled and said, "Yiming, come on, sit down." Han Yiming sat down on the wooden chair in front of his couch, and was about to reach out to take out the Wuxiang Treasure Mirror from his arms, Qin Wufang said, "Let's wait."

Han Yiming withdrew his hand, Qin Wufang said, "Ling Yi, come in." Sima Lingyi came in from outside the house. Han Yiming had already stood up, called out to senior brother, and stood aside. Sima Lingyi said, "Master, I'll hand over the centering needle." He took out the centering needle in his arms and handed it to Qin Wufang. Qin Wufang took the centering needle and said, "Okay, Ling Yi, you go down first." Sima Lingyi withdrew outside the house. Qin Wufang looked at the centering needle carefully before saying, "Yiming, sit down."

Han Yiming sat down again on the chair, and was about to take out the Wuxiang Treasure Mirror, but Qin Wufang placed the centering needle on the tip of his index finger and turned it gently a few times. A drop of red and black blood oozed out from the tip of the needle. Qin Wufang's right palm stretched out, and the drop of blood fell on his palm, flashing slightly, slowly becoming crystal clear. Qin Wufang's right palm gently weighed it, and the drop of blood jumped up. Han Yiming had already seen that it was no longer a drop of blood, but it seemed to have become a shining ruby.

Qin Wufang held the ruby ​​with two fingers and looked at it, "Yiming, do you know what it is?" Han Yiming was stunned for a moment, and suddenly understood, and said, "Master, this is the blood of the Bangmao Spirit Worm!" Qin Wufang smiled slightly and said, "Half said, "Another right, another one." Han Yiming clearly saw this centering needle piercing into Bangmao's confused eyes, and later when he fought with Jie Limao, the centering needle did not pierce on Jie Limao. Then the centering needle must be the blood of the Bangmao, but after saying that, Master only said half right, what else could it be?

Recalling carefully what he saw that day, the centering needle was pierced into Bangmao's eyes. Suddenly, a flash of inspiration flashed in his mind and said, "Master, is this Bangmao's spiritual power?" Qin Wufang smiled slightly and said, "Yes. This is Bangmao's spiritual power." Han Yiming was surprised, and Qin Wufang said, "The centering needle is made of white dragon bones, and it doesn't take any effort to penetrate copper and iron. What's more, this white dragon has nearly two thousand years of spiritual power. The spirit insects have only eight hundred years of age. Regardless of species, the cultivation of the two cannot be compared. How can it block this needle?" As he said that, he gently weighed the spiritual power of the gem-shaped rod in his palm and said, "This time, Bangmao's spiritual power has reached here for two hundred years. If it weren't for it, you would have to go through that worm mirage!"

Han Yiming suddenly realized that the stick-mao spirit insect was blinded and suddenly had two hundred years of spiritual power by the centering needle, so the second master was able to break its worm mirage in an instant. Qin Wufang said, "This little bit is two hundred years, two hundred years!" He sighed and stopped talking. Han Yiming heard the master sighing with a deep meaning, and dared not interrupt, but just sat on the side silently. After a while, Qin Wufang said, "Yiming, raise your head!"

Qin Wufang's voice had indescribable force. Han Yiming couldn't help but raise his head, and saw that the master's eyes were as clear as water. Suddenly, two golden lights lit up in the clear eyes, becoming brighter and brighter. He felt dizzy in his mind and couldn't help but collapse on the bamboo chair. In just a moment, he woke up. When he sat up, Qin Wufang sighed deeply.

Han Yiming was puzzled and suddenly had the Wuxiang Treasure Mirror. He reached out and took out the Wuxiang Treasure Mirror from his arms: "Master, this is the Wuxiang Treasure Mirror, I'm here to return it." Qin Wufang did not reach out to pick it up, but was stunned to look at one place. Han Yiming did not dare to disturb him, but just held the treasure mirror and stood aside.
Chapter completed!