The two of them came to the edge of the mountain, and Lu Yueqing said, "You already have the Mingyuan Sword. The master's sword is here, and Ruyihuan can no longer come out to help you. Just go down the mountain by yourself, remember that the sword control technique is 'going in the clouds'." After that, he took a step forward and fell down quickly. He went very quickly, and after a moment, he disappeared.

Han Yiming held Mingyuan's sword and stood by the mountain. He looked down carefully. After removing a few clouds, it was empty. Even if he looked at it, he was dizzy. Seeing Lu Yueqing disappeared, he couldn't help but worry. He looked at the sword in his hand and looked again, but he didn't know what to do. He was stunned for a while, and looked back and saw the grass rising and falling. The hut was still standing in its original place in silence. He stood for a while, and his body became cold. He sighed and read the four words "walking in the clouds" that Lu Yueqing said before leaving.

After reciting it once, the wind did not move in the wind in the Mingyuan sword pattern in his hand. Han Yiming said in his heart: "Can it be that if it is not done once? Then I will recite it three times in a row." He said in his heart: "Walking in the clouds, walking in the clouds, walking in the clouds." After reciting it three times, there was still no movement. Han Yiming said in his heart: "Then I will keep reciting it, knocking nine heads at the seat of the ancestor, and reciting nine times in a row." So he continued to recite it in a row. He recited it for a while, but he couldn't count it carefully, but after nine times, he still stood in the same place with the sword in his hand. He was very depressed, and after another moment, he thought to himself: "Do you want me to step on it?" He looked at the Mingyuan sword again and again, but he didn't dare to step on it.

He stood by the mountain, tried it over and over again, and read it loudly every time, but still found nothing. He sighed and shook his head, and suddenly: "Why is there no movement from the master? Is there another formula on the sword? Don't you need two formulas to be recited together?" He held the hilt of the sword, turned around from top to bottom, and looked carefully. Although the Mingyuan sword was covered with patina, there was no spell engraved, and the patina could not be wiped off with his sleeves. He couldn't help but sigh and said to himself: "Master clearly said 'Stop at the clouds'." Suddenly, there was a heat in his palm, and the Mingyuan sword bounced up with a "brush". His arms that had originally drooped were dragged up by the sword. Han Yiming was stunned and pulled forward with a strong force. He couldn't help but "ah". He had been pulled off the ground by the Mingyuan sword and flew out of the mountain.

Han Yiming was stunned at first, then was shocked. He lowered his head and saw an empty stomach under his feet. Cold sweat came out of his vest. He closed his eyes tightly, and how could he look down. He held the hilt of the sword with his right hand, and felt a great force on the hilt of the sword, sticking his right hand tightly. The wind whistled in his ears, and the wind blew towards him like a sharp blade, making his face hurt. Han Yiming only thought "Walking in the clouds" in his heart, and did not dare to stay for a moment. He remembered it many times, for fear that he would go on his own as soon as he stopped.

The end fell down and fell to the unknown place. He finally felt that his feet were empty. After a long time, he quietly opened his eyes and floated in the air. He was surrounded by a small mountain peak of the ancestor's Qingjing. He calmed down and looked down secretly, and quickly closed his eyes. At this time, his left hand firmly grasped the hilt with his left hand. When he was panicked, he grabbed the hilt with both hands and grabbed the hilt as a life-saving straw. His head and face dripped down his cheeks.

After a while, it still floated in the air and remained motionless. Han Yiming calmed down a little, took a breath, looked down at the bottom, and felt sad again: "How to go down? You can't just float in the air?" Suddenly, I had read the sword technique in my heart before, and the sword took me into the air. At this time, I was afraid that I would have to recite it again in my heart. So I read it again in my heart, and after reading it, I added the word "down" below. But I still floated in the original place without moving, and couldn't help but sweat again.

Suddenly, Qin Wufang's voice sounded in his heart: "Yiming, the first three words of the sword control technique are unchanged, and the last word is the key. There is a higher one, and there is a lower one, relatively speaking." At this time, he was in mid-air, not touching the sky or the lower one, and was very scared. However, he was blessed to his heart. Qin Wufang's words said in detail, "Is it because he is 'walking under the clouds'?" As soon as he finished, a great force came from his hand, and the Mingyuan sword dragged him down quickly.

This time, it was very fast. Han Yiming felt the sky spinning, his whole body was weak, sour and numb. Clouds passed by him. After finally understanding, he looked down and saw Lu Yueqing standing below. Suddenly, he seemed to feel that he had fallen from a thousand feet high, and his internal organs fell to the bottom. Han Yiming's eyes turned black, but he immediately saw light again. Lu Yueqing smiled and said, "Fortunately, when will I always be able to clear you? You have already come down." Han Yiming looked at Lu Yueqing, but he had already reached the ground and stepped on the ground. He looked at Lu Yueqing with his eyes, and couldn't say a word. He was stunned for a while before he came out of breath. Lu Yueqing smiled at him and said, "Mingyuan Sword is indeed a good sword. Come on, go see me with you."

Han Yiming was dizzy and then stepped forward. Suddenly, a black thing fell from the sky. With a "bang", it was falling in front of him, but it was the black scabbard of Mingyuan's sword. He was so scared in the air that he had long since thrown the scabbard to death. He fell in front of him and got up. He bent down and picked it up, inserted the Mingyuan sword into the scabbard, held it in both hands, and followed Lu Yueqing to Cuiweitang.

When he arrived in front of Cuiwei Hall, Lu Yueqing walked straight inward. Han Yiming held the Mingyuan sword and stood in front of the steps. He saw that the peach tree in front of the hall had disappeared and the bamboo forest appeared again. It was noon at this time, and the sun shone with the bamboo leaves, which was very beautiful. Han Yiming was conscious and Lu Yueqing's voice had already come from it: "Yiming." Han Yiming hurriedly retracted his eyes, held the Mingyuan sword, and walked into Cuiwei Hall.
Chapter completed!