When leaving that sad place, Han Yiming looked at the broken white dragon on the ground in the air. He raised his head and saw a man in purple standing in the distance. In the sky, she stood in the wind and looked at the white dragon below. Her expression was quite sad. Under the purple clothes, her face was not bloody under the purple clothes! Han Yiming couldn't help but have two lines of blood flowing. The white dragon died, and she was also very sad. But what Han Yiming was confused was that she seemed to have a deep affection for the white dragon, but she never stood on the side of the white dragon. Although it was not a real fight with the white dragon, when the white dragon came to make things difficult for everyone, she was standing opposite the white dragon. What was her mood? Such a contradiction? Han Yiming didn't understand and was not very clear. He flew out a long distance and turned around, but could still see the faint purple in the sky.

After returning to Lingshan for a long time, Han Yiming saw all the things that Bai Long had before his death in his dreams. Sometimes he was as beautiful as before, but he was merciless! Sometimes it was his empty and trembling eyes facing him. Sometimes it was his last struggle of his body that was so broken that he could not bear to see. Of course, the last glance of his master and the fourth uncle was indispensable. Every time he woke up in a sweat, his heart beat like a drum, and he opened his eyes wide and looked at the dark and quiet roof, and then gradually calmed down.

It has become a thing of the past, but he always sees you again and again in his dream! After wiping the cold sweat all over his head, he did not make a sound or yell in his dream, so he never woke up Gu Qingquan who was in the same room every time. But when he looked at Gu Qingquan, he found that although Gu Qingquan was lying on the bed, his eyes were open, and he was also in the silence of the room, looking at the roof clearly!

In the silence, Gu Qingquan sighed: "Junior brother, are you having a nightmare again?" Han Yiming also sighed: "Senior brother, I'm disturbing you! Sorry!" Gu Qingquan said lightly: "No! You didn't disturb me! I can't sleep by myself! Hearing you turned over on the bed, and, um, junior brother, you, you're crying! The voice is very low, but I heard it! Is it painful in your dream? I hear you can't sleep every night! Why do you have to do this? Why don't you cry so hard?" Han Yiming was stunned, stretched out his hand and touched his cheeks, his cheeks were wet! It turned out that he was crying in the dream, but he didn't know!

Gu Qingquan looked at the roof and said, "Junior brother, I'm very sad too. I don't understand, how did it become like this in the end?" Han Yiming was silent, and no one expected it to be like this! On the day he returned to Lingshan, when he saw the master, Han Yiming didn't dare to see the master's face. But what he could not avoid was that the master was the master after all, and from then on, the disciples who followed the master to practice, even himself would continue to practice with the master. The disciples who followed the fourth master to practice in the past continued to practice with the fifth master. The so-called iron-clad soldiers who were flowing through the camp turned out to refer to those years without end and endless years!

Both of them stopped talking and thought in their hearts. After a long time, Gu Qingquan said, "Junior brother, fortunately we didn't see Bai Long's surrender! He was dissatisfied until his death, without any compromise! Because of his uncompromising, I felt not so sad! Alas!" Han Yiming couldn't speak either. Gu Qingquan was right. If he saw Bai Long's surrender, he wouldn't know what he was feeling now? He couldn't help but sigh again. Perhaps it was because Bai Long would rather die than surrender, and he felt even more sad. But Gu Qingquan was right. If Bai Long surrendered at that time, I was afraid he would be even more sad!

Gu Qingquan said, "Junior brother, you should be more happy too! You must always look forward in everything!" Han Yiming was speechless and silent for a while before saying, "Thank you for your advice! Well, let's go to bed!" He turned over and looked out the window, but still opened his eyes.

After sleepless all night, after dawn, he followed the senior brothers to Yule. As usual, Qin Wufang was silent and turned a blind eye to his disciples. After all the senior brothers asked the master and asked for explanation, everyone said goodbye. Han Yiming also stood up and followed him out. He turned around and heard the master say, "Yiming, wait!" Han Yiming stopped his steps, turned around, and still lowered his head. These days, he was confused and couldn't help feeling guilty. In addition, he was in a depressed mood, so he didn't dare to raise his head to face the master.

All the senior brothers came out one after another. He was confused all these days. Although he came to the Master, he had never heard what Master said carefully. Until now, the Master spoke out and called him, he came to his senses. He heard that his senior brothers had all gone out. Above Yuai, apart from the "rustling" sound brought by the wind and bamboo, there was silence. The Master did not say anything, and Han Yiming suddenly felt mixed feelings in his heart. For no reason, bursts of sadness surrounded him!

After a long time, I heard the master say, "Yiming, sit down." Han Yiming sat down on the bamboo chair, but still didn't dare to look up. He was afraid that he would raise his head, crying sadly, and cry out loud. After a while, he only heard the master say, "Yiming, why are you so suppressing yourself? Come on, have a cup of tea, and after drinking it, I have something to say to you!"

A white porcelain tea cup was handed to him, and a few light green new tea stretched gently in the tea cup, and the tea fragrance was everywhere. Han Yiming picked up the tea cup and took a sip. He couldn't tell the good or bad, but his nose felt sour. It seemed that something gathered from his limbs and bones to his chest, condensed into a huge piece, and rushed towards his head.

Qin Wufang said, "Yiming, I added a small spell to this cup of tea, called Guantong. I think you have been holding it in for a long time, so why not cry for a while!" Before he finished speaking, Han Yiming had already cried bitterly, and he never arrived. His cry was so loud that it was a little hysterical in his ears. He could not hold back this cry. He cried in anger and cried fiercely.

The more he cried, the more he felt the depression in his heart became looser. The more he cried, the more he felt more refreshed! Gradually, his heart became refreshed. After he cried, his heart relaxed a lot, wiped away the tears on his face and said, "Thank you, Master, I'm much better!" Qin Wufang said, "Yiming, crying, it's not bad. Wuruthless may not be a real man! You don't have to be too depressed!" Han Yiming nodded: "Disciple keeps in mind the teachings of his master." Qin Wufang said, "Okay! I'll give you a piece of clothing."
Chapter completed!