Qin Wufang said, "Yiming, this pair of bronze mirrors cannot even be used. I have only seen your master separate them. This is not just a treasure left to me by your master. But I have seen them for so many years and cannot understand the mystery of them, nor do I know how to separate them. When you first came to my house, I saw their true form in your eyes. If you can't see their true form, you can't use it. Most Lingshan disciples cannot see this pair of bronze mirrors. Even if they see it, they can only see its illusion. Although your masters can see it, the mirror is always dark and cannot be used." Han Yiming was very surprised, and Qin Wufang smiled and said, "You see the original form of the bronze mirror left by the ancestor, which shows that you have a fate with Lingshan. The fate that Junior Sister Baiying gave you is really quite a bit."

He smiled, obviously very relieved. Han Yiming was not smart, but at this moment he suddenly felt blessed and said, "Master, I heard from Senior Brother Gu that there is a bottle of excellent lilies in his house. Could it be..." Qin Wufang smiled and said, "Did he see lilies? He is also a child with a very quiet heart. This is called colorless and formless. What is your heart and what is the bronze mirror in your eyes. Other disciples look different, maybe it is a small pot of bonsai or maybe it is a small screen.

It’s hard to say that you can’t see anything. But when you see the lotus, you must remember not to talk to others.” Han Yiming nodded and said, “Yes.” Qin Wufang said, “In Lingshan Gate, all disciples are treated equally and everything is treated the same. I always think that in this way, the disciples will be as clear as water, which is also of great benefit to their practice. But these rumors are everywhere, which shows that the disciples of Lingshan have not cultivated their minds enough. One thought is still involved in the heart. When you go down the mountain, another storm will inevitably cause another storm."

Speaking of this, Han Yiming sighed. When he saw Qin Wufang appearing white-headed, he knew that he was too worried and said, "Don't worry, Master, please remember." Qin Wufang smiled and said, "Yiming, are you afraid?" Han Yiming was slightly stunned, not knowing why his master asked. If he talked about fear, the days he was most afraid of his life had passed. Although only ten days had passed, there were many strange things in the past ten days. After experiencing it, it seemed like a different life. He was first afraid of his parents, and then because of the eyes of his senior brothers. At this time, there was no other terrible thing. He had no experience, and said, "Master, Master, I am not afraid."

Qin Wufang nodded and said, "It's better to be a little afraid. Being afraid and cowardly is not a coward. Only when you have fear and cowardly can you realize the value of life. You will understand in the future. Okay, go. Your master is still waiting for you." Han Yiming said goodbye, walked out of the bamboo forest path, and looked at the bronze mirror in his hand. On the mirror was still a slightly open white lotus, winging the little mirror in his arms, and came towards Yuai.

Above Yuai, the wind is like water, blowing gently, and the green grass is like silk, waving with the wind, which makes people feel refreshed. Han Yiming saw Lu Yueqing sitting under the sycamore tree in front of the door, gently brushing the strings of a short piano in front of him. The clear rhythm flowed out from between his fingers. Lu Yueqing closed his eyes slightly, and played and plucked his fingers lightly. The sound of the piano seemed to be irregular, but it just came with his heart and spread out.

Han Yiming did not dare to disturb his master, but just stood quietly. He didn't understand the rhythm, but he felt that the rhythm that the master played was like a stream gurgling, the breeze blew, and it was so comfortable that it could not be said in his ears. Lu Yueqing played it casually for a while, suddenly stopped his hand, opened his eyes, and said, "Yiming, you are here." Han Yiming said, "Yes."

Lu Yueqing said, "Follow me." He stood up and took him into the house. The house was far away from the outside. The sun was bright outside and the grass was fresh. When he walked into the house, he felt cool and quiet, so quiet that his heart was swept away. Lu Yueqing sat down on a chair and said to Han Yiming, "Yiming, you sit down too."

Han Yiming said, "Yes." He sat down on a chair next to him, and only heard Lu Yueqing say, "Yiming, although you are my disciple, it's a pity that I can't teach you anything. We don't meet much, right? But I don't know that you are going down the mountain so quickly. You always have a long time to come, so you don't have the time to hurry. I'll tell you one thing, your master is kind, but I don't have the cultivation and good cultivation like his. You can't be as good as water and be kind as your master and be kind to carry things. Your master is tolerant, just because

He is broad-minded and compatible. But I am narrow-minded and judge others by myself. Although your second and fifth uncles take good care of you, they cannot stay away from you and follow you all the time. At this time, they can only rely on yourself. Therefore, I remind you to be careful in everything yourself. You can practice anywhere. In Lingshan, it is practice, and going down the mountain is also practice. This is also a rare opportunity. You should do everything with your heart." Han Yiming stood up and said, "Master's teachings, the disciples will remember it in your heart."

Lu Yueqing said: "You have your own opinions on Taoist Master Pingbo's character. I will not comment, you can go by yourself. Take your Mingyuan sword to show me." Han Yiming took off the Mingyuan sword from his back and handed it over to the sword sheath. Lu Yueqing took a look, shook his head, and sighed: "Yiming, you don't have a good impression of this sword, right?"

Han Yiming was stunned. What his master said was not wrong. He had no good feelings for the Mingyuan Sword. Although the Mingyuan Sword was craftsmanship, beautiful in color, and very agile when driving, it became the target of public criticism. Most of the people were talking about it and were mostly attracted by the side. Therefore, Han Yiming had no good feelings for it, and even had a vague repulsion in his heart. He had also privately, either change to another sword to use it, as long as the sword was not so eye-catching. But he also remembered that the Master once said that the Mingyuan Sword is the leader of the hundred swords in Lingshan. In front of Mingyuan, the Master's Ruyi Ring could not be released again, and other swords were no longer picked by himself. Therefore, this method was just a flash and did not hide it for a long time. But this was what he knew about it.
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