Han Yiming said, "Soul Leaving Grass?" Huang Jingxuan said: "I didn't know this was Soul Leaving Grass at first, but I could see that this was not a dagger. If she really wants to hide it from me, I can't see it, and since I can see it, then she just wants to hide it from your eyes. Han Yiming said in surprise: "Why does the Taoist master hide it from me?"

Huang Jingxuan said: "She just wants to see if you will really give up two fingers for Mu Zhi." Han Yiming was stunned for a moment, and said, "What's suspicious about this?" Huang Jingxuan said: "Mortals think that the parents who suffer from the body and skin are filial piety to remain intact, and if they refuse to give up for others, they may not be able to do it even if they are close to their relatives and friends." What's more, giving up two fingers for flowers and trees is something ordinary people can't do. Han Yiming nodded: "What the second master said is indeed human nature. Huang Jingxuan smiled slightly and said, "Therefore, the Purple Cloth Daoist transformed the Soul Leaving Grass into a dagger to see if you really have a heart." If you really have her heart, you will do it according to her words. If you are reckless and start early, although you can avoid the disaster of Mu Zhi's being bitten, you will inevitably lose two fingers. If you hesitate and don't do it until after she says it, these two fingers will naturally go in for nothing. ”

Han Yiming sighed: "But Zishang Dao looks like this, it's not very, it's very ......" Huang Jingxuan said: "Very domineering, isn't it? In fact, sooner or later, the heart of compassion and compassion is all good thoughts. Why bother to abide by her moment, she is too demanding. Enlightenment is also sooner or later. He shook his head. Han Yiming was about to speak, when he suddenly heard a woman's voice snort coldly. Han Yiming immediately shrank his mouth, this voice was Zishang's voice.

She snorted: "Huang Jingxuan Daoyou, it's unkind for you to judge people's strengths and weaknesses behind your back." Huang Jingxuan smiled slightly and said: "Purple Clothes Daoist, I have something to think about and say, it's much better than having different hearts." I have always been upright, and I don't respond with lies. Inconsistent hearts and mouths are the taboos of cultivators. Zishang snorted coldly again.

Han Yiming glanced around, and Huang Jingxuan smiled: "She didn't follow, she just cast a small spell, and now she has gone back." He sighed and said: "The cultivation of the purple clothes Taoist is also quite profound, but unfortunately, there are some aspects that cannot be seen through, if you understand it thoroughly...... Alas!" sighed again, closed his mouth, and said, "Yiming, let's go." ”

That evening, Han Yiming no longer spent the night alone in the wilderness. Mu Zhi will no longer die because of him, he has no worries in his heart, and he is extremely stable, so he sleeps very sweetly.

When he woke up the next morning, full of energy, he had been very anxious and worried all these days, and he had not been able to sleep so well. When I wake up, I go to wash up. He woke up a little late that day, and when he came to the brook, he saw all the brothers returning. After a few words, he came to the spring alone, squatted down, picked up the spring water and splashed it on his face, the cool spring water was refreshing.

After washing, he stood up, but saw that there was another person on the other side, dressed in green clothes, carrying a long sword, standing on the other side of the stream, looking him up and down, but it was a Pingbo Dao. Han Yiming was stunned for a moment, and the Pingbo Dao man stepped into the air from the stream, squinted his eyes, looked him up and down, and his eyes fell on the index and middle fingers of his left hand.

He has always hated the Pingbo Dao people, but the Pingbo Dao people are also the head of the faction, and he is the same generation as the masters, remembering Huang Jingxuan's instructions, bowed down, turned around and left. Suddenly, the left foot tightened at the ankle, and the right foot had already taken a step, but the left foot was in place, unable to move. Turning his head, he saw that the five fingers of Pingbodao's right hand were holding at him, and a pair of eyes were staring at his eyes with an indifferent but smug smile.

Han Yiming suddenly remembered that Huang Jingxuan told him not to be alone with him, his heart tightened, and he just wanted to recite the sword technique, only to see Pingbo Daoren quickly make two movements, slapping his palm at him, and suddenly dizzy and his throat was dry. Fortunately, his sword recipe only needs to be recited silently in his heart, and it is only five words, and he does not need to say it. Thinking about those five words in his heart, he only heard the sound of "brush", and the sword of Ming Yuan came out of its sheath, with a faint golden brilliance, lifted him, and flew upward.

As soon as he flew off the ground, Han Yiming came to his senses. Hearing a "huh" sound behind him, Pingbo Daoren was extremely surprised, and when he looked back, his spade sword was unsheathed and chased after him. He came very quickly, and in a blink of an eye, he had already rushed behind Han Yiming, and reached out to grab Han Yiming's vest, Han Yiming flashed to the right, flashed his vest, but saw that his hand was grabbed at his arm, and he had already grabbed it, and there was only an inch left!

Suddenly, a white light flashed, and I don't know what happened to pass between the two, with a sharp whistling sound of "woo", Han Yiming's eyes were sharp, and the corner of his eye had already seen that the beginning of the white light was a white jade shuttle, knowing that it was the senior sister Liu Xinzhu who helped, and he didn't look back, so he flew forward. The two ends of the white jade shuttle are sharp, and the momentum is extremely fast, and when it comes to the front, it has become about half a foot in size, and if the people of Pingbo Dao do not slow down, they will collide with it. Pingbo Daoren was furious, stretched out his fingers, bounced Bai Yushuo away, and still looked forward, but Han Yiming had already taken this opportunity to fly out for a long time, and then came to catch up, but he couldn't catch up for a moment. Han Yiming saw that he was chasing after him, and the sword trick in his heart was reciting faster and faster, and he flew faster, and he vaguely saw that the place in front of him was the place where he had rested last night, and he wanted to shout "Uncle Shi, Uncle Shi" but he couldn't call it. He opened his mouth, but he couldn't make a sound.

Looking back, the people of Pingbo Dao had already chased after him, and in a hurry, he recited the sword trick in his heart, lowered his body, and crashed into the woods. The branches that rushed to his face slashed his head and face, and his whole body was in pain. Han Yiming just protected his eyes with his two hands, and his eyes looked at the uncle and uncle who were getting closer and closer from the gap, and rushed to their side.

He flew into the woods, and he had already made a sound, startling the birds of the forest and scattering in all directions, where could he care about this, just not to fall into the hands of the people of Pingbodao. Suddenly, several cold lights flew in front of him, Han Yiming was shocked, but he didn't dare to pause, watching the cold light fly in front of him, gritting his teeth, but seeing the sword light around, he bypassed him and went straight behind him. There was a false alarm, and then it was clear that Zhao Haoyang had jumped in the air, his eyes were staring at Han Yiming's back, the blue water sword floated vertically on his chest, he held the spell in both hands, and the blue water sword floated in both hands. The sword was shining with cold light, and each cold light was a short sword, coming towards him. When they came to him, they all passed him and went straight behind him.

Will the people of Pingbodao let Comrade Xiao Han go? He has always been greedy, will he stop here? In the new chapter, these are the contents of the discussion.