The cold was still warm, and Han Yiming didn't feel very comfortable. Instead, he felt his heart turbulent. As soon as his body could move, he turned over and lay on the ground, and let out a "wow" sound, vomiting two mouthfuls of ink. After vomiting, he stood up and said, "Thank you for your help." Qin Wufang said, "Do you know what this is?"

Han Yiming looked at the two pools of black water on the ground for a moment, shook his head, and was saying, "Disciple doesn't know." Suddenly, something happened, and he held back the words when he was right. He looked at the master and uncle without saying anything. Qin Wufang nodded: "You must have known." Han Yiming was a little suspicious, but he didn't say anything. Qin Wufang said, "This is what the envoy of the Lord has come!" The envoy of the Lord is the powerful, extremely outstanding white dragon or golden dragon around Qinglong!

The white dragon under the Qinglong squad borrowed its own eyes and saw things it shouldn't have seen! Han Yiming always remembered what it did when it came to Lingshan. He also always remembered that the white dragon died in front of the Qinglong and the envoy under its squad! What did it do? Xiaoguai! The envoy borrowed his own eyes and found Xiaoguai! Han Yiming opened his mouth, but still did not dare to speak! He was afraid that the envoy would still be there, so he started to get a little gay and let them find it!

Qin Wufang remained silent for a long time before saying, "Yiming, are you okay?" After Han Yiming spit out the pool of black water, his body gradually warmed up. He heard from the master's question, and said, "Master, I'm fine!" Qin Wufang said, "Yiming, go over there and take a look. There is a mirror on the wall over there!" He pointed his hand, and Han Yiming had already seen a bronze mirror on the empty wall, which was similar to the colorless and formless treasure mirror, so he walked forward and looked into the mirror.

It would be fine if he didn't look at it, but he was startled. In the mirror, his face was covered with gray, and even his neck was dark blue. Han Yiming quickly lowered his head and looked at his hands carefully. Fortunately, his hands were still ordinary, and there was nothing unusual, even the palms were rosy. As soon as he breathed a sigh of relief, he turned his hands over his back, but he saw that the back of his hands was full of blue! Qin Wufang said on the side: "Yiming, you are going to see the Venerable!"

Han Yiming was stunned for a moment and said, "Master, I? Do I want to go to the Venerable?" Qin Wufang said, "I received the order from the Venerable, but I don't know what the Venerable means. The cold poison on your body is indeed left by the Venerable. It must be that the Venerable has something to ask you, so just go." Han Yiming's heart immediately hung up. Does the Master let himself go like this? What does the Venerable want to ask himself? Is he asking Xiaoguai? Or is the Venerable suddenly having leisure time at this time, and he wants to punish himself for the secret communication between Bailong and himself before?

Although the white dragon had already become dust and soil, Han Yiming had always been secretly grateful that Qinglong and the white dragon under its seat had never been in trouble with him. Although Han Yiming felt that he had a clear conscience, he was always afraid that this matter would be implicated in Lingshan. However, after that, there was no movement. It seemed that Qinglong did not remember this matter at all, which made him breathe a sigh of relief. However, today, the envoy suddenly found himself for the old story of Bailong or for Xiaoguai? Han Yiming didn't know anything. However, he was not inconvenient to interrogate and did not know how to ask the master. He was also afraid that after he interrogated, the envoy would know about this matter. The envoy seemed to be everywhere, which made Han Yiming extremely worried.

Just as he didn't know how to go, Qin Wufang said again: "Yiming, remember it, if you don't say anything, don't go. Forgot it completely, and you won't know it anymore!" Han Yiming was stunned when he heard this, looking at Master Qin Wufang said: "How about handing over the dragon scale on your chest to me first?" Han Yiming was stunned, reached into his arms, and took out the dragon scale that had been hidden in his arms.

The dragon scales are still white in color, slightly crystal clear, but there is no longer the luster that has ever been on it. Han Yiming has been in his arms, and has never taken it out since he had bet with Yuanhui. The white dragon is dead, and the spirit above has disappeared. It is seen by people who don’t know it, and it is just considered a great piece of stone. Qin Wufang took the white dragon scales, looked in his hand, and said, “Let’s leave it here for me for now, and come back to get it back when you come back.”

Han Yiming did not think that the master wanted to take this dragon scale for himself, but because he brought this dragon scale to see the Venerable, which only brought a lot of inconvenience to Lingshan! The Venerable didn't know if he was concerned about him because of this. No one could guess what the Venerable had. Suddenly, what the Master said to him that day: "The Venerable may not be concerned about you!" He felt a little calmer, but he was still a little uneasy.

While thinking about it, Qin Wufang said, "Remember what I said, what you didn't say, and try to forget it!" Han Yiming suddenly raised what the second master had said to him, and nodded and said, "Disciple, thank you, Master!" Qin Wufang said, "This time you go to face the Venerable. I am no longer the head of Lingshan, and I can't accompany you. I told you Senior Brother Ding that you may also go to the Venerable's place. If the current head of Lingshan comes forward, the Venerable may see him as thin as he looks."

Han Yiming couldn't help but say, "Does the Venerable look at the human relationship?" But he heard from the master, "The Venerable has once met your master, so you must see some relationship." Han Yiming nodded and suddenly said, "Master, I have a request." Qin Wufang said, "You say!" Han Yiming said, "Please give your disciple a spell to let your disciple forget the many things you should forget." Qin Wufang looked at him for a moment and slowly said, "I can naturally perform spells for you. It's just Yiming, I want to tell you that if it's a spell, it will ruin this matter."

Han Yiming was stunned for a moment, Qin Wufang said, "Can my magic power be higher than the spiritual power of the Venerable?" Han Yiming was silent, Qin Wufang said, "My magic power is vulnerable to the Venerable. I will use magic for you. Even if I pour all my spiritual power on you, I will see through it by the Venerable at a glance. Only if you truly forget it, the Venerable cannot see it." Han Yiming couldn't help but say, "Master, how can I forget it?"
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