Han Yiming had already suffocated his breath. When he heard this, he suddenly grabbed a straw when he was drowning: "Senior Brother, this is not the case. I slashed for a thousand pounds, but it was not what my senior brother said at once!" He argued urgently, for some reason, for some reason, as if only such urgency could he be determined not to be the head of Lingshan!

Sima Lingyi sighed slightly at him and shook his head and said, "Junior brother, do you know what kind of magic is Qianjun Slash? What kind of disciples can use Qianjun Slash? What kind of disciples can use this move? How long does it take for someone else to kill?" Han Yiming was stunned by his question. He couldn't answer these questions, so he could only be stunned. At this time, he didn't dare to ask the senior brother, for fear that he would make him thrilled after asking!

He stood aside, but Sima Lingyi smiled slightly: "Junior brother, I have never killed me before, and I can't do this killing move. My cultivation is far from enough! But I used a move that I only had a few years ago to cut the mountain and explain it to you. I have been practicing for five hundred years before I started to practice this hard splitting the mountain. Now, I haven't done it yet! It's been decades. As you said, I'm smart, and some knowledge is okay, but I haven't even been there yet! It can be said that I can't do it until now! And you have less than half a year to go to Lingshan, and only five hundred years of cultivation can't do it, which is enough to show that you are different from us disciples! I believe that any of your senior brothers will learn Qianjun slashing with you, even me, may not do this trick. And you can already use it to suppress Jie Limaha! What else can you afford to be the head of Lingshan?"

After Sima Lingyi left for a long time, Han Yiming sat at the table. He never expected that these seemingly simple spells of his own were not as hard as many senior brothers' cultivation level. When the eldest senior brother said these words, he had put Lingshan on his shoulders. If he could do this, who else could he give to Lingshan if he didn't give to him?

Yuan Hui once said: "I believe that even Senior Brother Sima himself can understand the current situation. The position of the head of Lingshan will never be passed to him. Tenth one is to be passed to you!" He was shocked when he heard it, but when he got up again, he was frightened! Did the Senior Brother know long ago? Han Yiming sighed, knowing that Yuan Hui was right. The Senior Brother talked to him in earnest and deep manner, so it was because he knew long ago!

But Han Yiming was a little restless, as if he had become the head of Lingshan, and he stole Lingshan from his senior brother! But whether to be the head of Lingshan seemed to be undecided! If the master really passed on Lingshan to him, he really didn't know what to do!

He sat in the room, thinking about it, and his heart was undulating. Suddenly, he heard the sound of laughter in the yard. He looked out from the window and saw that his senior brothers had fallen from the sky. He was anxious at this time, fearing that others would hear his chaotic mood and notice his extreme panic. At this time, he was alone hiding aside to comfort his chaos. So he stood up, left the house first, then the Jingxin Courtyard, and followed the path behind the yard!

After walking for a while, I had already crossed the ridge and saw Ding Wu's fat figure squatting in the vegetable field in front of his house from afar. I knew that he was serving his strange vegetables again. When he came out, he was alone, but he didn't know that he was very confused when he walked on the path. Even if he stood in a deserted place, he was also confused. All the things he had set up before were overthrown by the elder brother, and he couldn't help but panic. Standing alone in a quiet place, his heart became more and more chaotic. He suddenly saw Ding Wuyi squatting there as usual and couldn't help but walk there.

As he got closer, Ding Wu turned around and looked at him: "Junior brother, are you going to see Xiaoguai? It hasn't come back yet! Alas, I don't know where it has gone. I've always disappeared after many days!" Hearing Ding Wu's voice, it was like hearing the voice from the world. It was no longer alone to face so many things that cannot be taken responsibility and cannot face. All the chaos in his heart were suppressed. He felt relieved and stopped his steps: "Senior brother, I'm not going to see Xiaoguai! I'll go out for a walk!" Ding Wu said: "Oh, junior brother, if you get hot, sit in my room! Just go in and I'll cook tea for you as soon as you go in."

Han Yiming then found that sweat beads were oozing on Ding Wu's forehead, and he was also covered in sweat. Ding Wu's sweat was because of his obesity and working under the sun, but his sweat was because of his upset and anger. Looking at the ridge in front of him, Xiao Guai was not here, why not sit in Senior Brother Ding's house. He had originally avoided all the senior brothers, but he heard Ding Wu's voice, but felt that he stayed here. He talked to him for a moment, which was far better than running away from him and suffering alone! Perhaps if he said a few words to him, he would no longer be so confused!

As soon as he stepped into Ding Wu's room, he felt cool all over. He sat down on the chair and sighed. Ding Wu's room was very simple, much simpler than the room he lived with Gu Qingquan. There was only a large wooden table, a booklet, a set of crude teapots and tea cups, and two wooden chairs on both sides of the table! There was a wooden bed there, and the pillows and quilts were all coarsely cloth. A door was placed on the wall at the foot of the bed, and that was Ding Wu's kitchen. Although Han Yiming had been here many times, he never walked over. Looking out through the window, Ding Wu was still sweating promising a vegetable and retracted his eyes. He picked up the booklet that Ding Wu placed on the table and opened it gently.

He has seen this book countless times, and it was Ding Wu's paintings. The first few pages were painted for him. Han Yiming was bored and flipped down one by one, dazed at the various handwritings. He turned page by page, turned back and turned to the place where Bai Ying and his senior sisters wrote it. Han Yiming saw a flower in it, with the words "Blue Sakura" written next to it, and suddenly touched his mind. I wonder if Master Bai Ying was better, so I couldn't help but look at that page more often.
Chapter completed!