Qingzhu raised the sword in his hand. Han Yiming knew that he was waiting for his praise, but he just said to him: "The disciples of Lingshan should all have a spirit sword, and you finally have it now." Qingzhu Biao saw that he was not shocked, and was a little discouraged, and said: "Master, the disciple doesn't have to praise you, but can you make the disciple feel happier?" Han Yiming smiled slightly: "It is not uncommon for a Lingshan disciple to have a spirit sword. In the past, in addition to the spirit swords of my senior brothers and sisters, there were countless spirit swords in Lingshan. Haven't you always wanted to have a spirit sword, and now you can only say that you got your wish. How can you let me praise you? Have you slain the demons or subdued the spirits? Or have you eliminated the evil for the people and helped the world?"

Qingzhubiao was dumbfounded by the three sentences, and Qingzhubiao's full of joy was extinguished by him, so he had to say stupidly: "Master, those are far away from me, you haven't taught me any skills, how can I do this, I just got a sword, how can I do such things?" Han Yiming said: "It is gratifying that you got the spirit sword, but you must also understand that every Lingshan disciple has a spirit sword, which is really not a big deal for Lingshan disciples." As for you saying that I didn't teach you, that's also true. You don't have the opportunity to take the spirit sword, what can I teach you?" Qingzhubiao said unconvinced: "Who said that the master is silent, the master is also quite a sentence." Han Yiming said: "Your entry into the Spirit Mountain Sect is your chance, and now that you have the opportunity to get the Spirit Sword, you should practice hard." By the way, didn't your Uncle Shen teach you the sword technique? You first learn the sword technique, which is the foundation of spells, and if you learn this, it will be easy to learn anything else. The name of your sword is luminous. ”

Qingzhubiao looked at the sword, and his expression was very unhappy: "Luminous? This sword is called Luminous, it's really ugly!" Han Yiming was stunned, this sword was black all over, and under closer inspection, there were dots of silver light on the sword, which was called Luminous, which was really worthy of its name. In fact, this sword is very beautiful, Han Yiming just feels that the aura on this sword is not as good as before, and when he saw this sword on the spiritual mountain in the past, it was really extremely supernatural. At this time, I saw this sword, and there was still aura on the sword body, but the aura was much weaker than before.

Rao is so, this sword is still different. Although there are many swords in this world, there are few black swords, and Han Yiming will never be wrong about this sword. Just hearing Qingzhu Biao say that the name of this sword is ugly, Han Yiming couldn't help but be a little surprised, glanced at him, and saw that he looked at the sword carefully, and his expression was naturally fond of it, so his dissatisfaction was just about this name. Han Yiming felt that this sword was very good at night, and he was about to explain, when he suddenly remembered that Qingzhu Biao might not be literate, and swallowed it again. He can't read, how can he comprehend the charm of the word luminous?

Suddenly, he heard someone shouting over there, and Han Yiming looked up and saw that a fire had formed over there. The fire that Qingzhu Biao set up in order to get the sword spread right in front of the hillside next to him! At this time, the weather was fine, and this fire was about to form a mountain fire when it spread over! He and Qingzhu Biao both looked at the sword intently, completely forgetting the fire! Han Yiming still cared about paying attention to Qingzhu Biao, and ran away. ran two steps, but stopped again, reached out and took out the secretary from his bosom, and turned it over.

He turned three pages in a row, and on the fourth page, many words appeared, and the first line was "Calling the Rain". Han Yiming looked at it at a glance, but it was only twenty words. I read it once in my heart, then again, three times in a row, but there was no movement. He is well aware of the spells of Lingshan, and it all depends on each person's practice. Put the secretary in charge in his arms, and read the "rain calling" in his heart over and over again. The peasants over there have already taken branches to beat, a few sturdy peasants have run to find a bucket to fetch water, Han Yiming has read it more than a dozen times in a row, seeing that the fire is getting stronger and stronger, Han Yiming calmed down, calmed down, and then recited the rain summoning technique in his heart, three times later, there was a thunder in his ears, Han Yiming raised his eyes, the originally clear and transparent sky had been gloomy, and the clouds above his head were surging. Han Yiming blessed his heart, stretched out his hand and pointed at the place where the fire started, and the black water surging above his head rushed straight over, and when he reached the place where the fire started, it was already raining.

Although it is burning more and more, where can it withstand the rain, and after a while, it has all been extinguished. The peasants who were running to extinguish the wildfire all stopped, and Han Yiming was afraid that they would look this way. turned around and left, only said two words to Qingzhubiao: "Go quickly." Qingzhubiao followed without saying a word, and the two of them were swift under their feet, and they were far away in a short time.

Han Yiming walked for a while, and when he looked back, he saw that he had already walked out for several miles, and no one was chasing him, so he slowed down. Qingzhubiao came up: "Master, it turns out that you will call the wind and rain! Is it good to teach me this spell?" Han Yiming looked back, Qingzhubiao's face was full of honesty, thinking that he saw Han Yiming calling the wind and rain, and he was much more honest. Han Yiming said: "Have you learned the swordsmanship?" Qingzhu Biao was stunned for a moment, and said in a slur manner: "Master, that, that allows the disciple to practice slowly, and the disciple doesn't dare to be lazy." Han Yiming has always looked at this disciple and has no place, and even his words are very false, so he just smiled: "Are you lazy, you still steal, if you don't learn the sword technique, it's useless to learn this." ”

Qing Zhubiao ignored his refusal, and only said: "Master, your old man is really good, don't be so stingy! Teach me, I will learn the two mantras together, maybe it will be faster." Han Yiming said: "Swordsmanship is the foundation of my Lingshan disciples, learn this, you can let the spiritual power in your sword be used by you, and then learn something else." Qingzhu Biao still had to say, Han Yiming said: "You can't use this sword, you can't learn anything else." In fact, Han Yiming didn't know if this was the case. No one had ever said how important the sword technique was, but he felt that Lingshan's spell was like that. Especially for beginner disciples, they need to use the spirit sword, because they have no cultivation, they must use the spiritual power in the spirit sword. If you can't activate the spiritual power in the spirit sword, you won't be able to learn other spells.

Although Qingzhu Biao was a little unconvinced, he was also a little skeptical in his heart: "Master, is this really the case? Master also learned the sword art first?" Han Yiming said: "I naturally learned the sword art first." It took some time to learn the sword technique, and when there was an opportunity, I learned other spells. If you learn the art of the sword, you will be able to fly at least in the future. ”

Speaking of the flying of the sword, Qingzhu Biao suddenly yearned for it, he had been in Lingshan for a while, and he was really envious when he saw that the teachers had come and gone without a trace. If you want to learn, Shen Ruofu doesn't reserve it. But no matter how Qingzhu Biao learned, he made no progress, and he complained behind his back that this little master did not teach himself spells well. Today, I saw the master who didn't seem to know anything, and I heard that the spell had to learn the sword art first, and then I believed it a little in my heart. It's just that he has always been cunning, and he believed eight points in his heart, but he said in his mouth: "Master, you can't coax me!"