Gu Qingquan said: "Senior brother, you can rest with me and Qingzhubiao, come on, you are also tired." Han Yiming came out with them, and couldn't help but look around, although it was night, he couldn't see where the spirit bones were. Gu Qingquan glanced at him and said, "You don't have to look at it, the spirit bones are easy to see, and even we have to look carefully to see it." Luo Gu thought of a way to hide the spirit bones. Therefore, it cannot be seen, and ordinary people cannot see it, and the spirit bones will only appear when they perceive that there is spiritual power close to them. Han Yiming let out an "oh". Following Gu Qingquan and Qingzhubiao to a room not far away, Gu Qingquan said, "Senior brother, let's rest here." Pushing the door in, Han Yiming didn't feel cold outside the house, but when he got to the house, there was only a dirt pit, and there was nothing else, and it was clean. Gu Qingquan said: "This was originally a small village, I don't know when it was deserted, you disappeared that day and night, Senior Sister Lingxin said the situation when you left, we didn't dare to go far, so we waited here." This place is only two arrows away from the place where you disappeared, and you will be there for nearly a year. ”

Han Yiming said: "If it is really a day in the sky, it has been a thousand years on the earth, and I have passed a few moments, and a year has passed on your side." Gu Qingquan said: "Yes, junior brother, you are also tired, let's talk about it tomorrow, let's rest early." Qingzhubiao didn't say a word, sat down on the kang over there, Han Yiming only felt that he was a little different from the past, but he couldn't tell what had changed, he looked at Gu Qingquan, Gu Qingquan said: "Your master is back, you don't say a word, are you a disciple?" Before Han Yiming could speak, Qingzhubiao had already shouted: "My master? What did my master teach me? All of you can soar through the clouds and mist, and all of you can be extraordinary, my master has never taught me this!" He said this with a lot of resentment, Han Yiming also heard it, and glanced at Gu Qingquan, Gu Qingquan said: "You are a disciple, you don't have the appearance of a disciple at all, what else should your master do? Isn't he teaching you in words? Besides, didn't your little uncle say that when your master comes back, he has discussed with your master, and he can teach you some spells." Isn't your master already back? You didn't come here to hold the discipleship ceremony, but you were dissatisfied there, you don't look like a disciple yourself, don't blame the master for not teaching you. ”

Hearing this, Qingzhubiao jumped up and said to Han Yiming: "Master has worked hard all the way, disciple will boil some water for you to wash your face." As he spoke, he slipped out of the cigarette, but he also acted quickly. Han Yiming said: "He has some indescribable changes. Gu Qingquan said: "Yes, among us, he alone has no cultivation and does not know spells. As time goes by, I have some thoughts in my heart, and I have lived here with him for a few days, and I know what he is thinking. If he knows how to make a move and a half, he may be able to raise his head and be a man, although we don't bully him, but he may be extremely inferior to himself in his heart because of his past past, and he has been depressed for a long time. He didn't grind us less, and asked us to teach him something. We didn't teach him, and if we wanted to teach him, we had to be trained by Senior Brother Shen. This kid is slippery. The two talked casually for a while, Gu Qingquan never asked Han Yiming what happened, and after a while, Qingzhubiao actually boiled a large basin of hot water, Han Yiming saw that he was really attentive, so he washed it, and then fell asleep on the kang.

When he didn't lie down, he didn't feel tired, and when he lay down, he was indescribably sleepy, and he heard what Gu Qingquan and Qingzhubiao said, but before he could hear it clearly, he had fallen asleep. But not long after, Han Yiming felt that he had woken up. It stands to reason that he was really tired and shouldn't have woken up so quickly, but he woke up anyway. There was no light in the room for a long time, he slept in the kang, Qingzhubiao slept in the tail of the kang and was already sleeping soundly, and Gu Qingquan's breathing could be heard on the side of the kang.

Han Yiming looked at the roof above, it was still dark and dreary, which showed that he hadn't slept for long, and was about to turn over and sleep again, when he suddenly felt that something was wrong, in addition to the three of them, there were other people in this room. Han Yiming gently reached out and grabbed the Blue Frost Sword that was pillow under his pillow. But I had this thought in my heart, but my hand only moved, and I couldn't reach out. Han Yiming wanted to make a sound, but he couldn't shout, he didn't feel holding his breath, but he couldn't shout. This person is definitely not Lingshan's fellow disciple, and Lingshan's fellow disciple would never come in so quietly and make him so vigilant. But he couldn't move, and he couldn't shout even if he wanted to. But that person came closer, he was slowly approaching, Han Yiming took a deep breath, closed his eyes, but he couldn't see anything, Ning calmed down, and still couldn't see anything. But his hands and feet began to numb, Han Yiming opened his eyes, it was pitch black in front of him, and he couldn't see his fingers, but that person existed, and he was very close to him at this time, with a chill, approaching his face. Han Yiming closed his eyes again, only to see a faint and vague figure appear in front of him, almost indistinguishable, but closer and closer, because his face only felt colder and colder, and suddenly his chest was cold, and a cold hand was already pressed on his heart!

But just a moment, the cold hand disappeared, and the person was gone, Han Yiming's whole body relaxed, and he wanted to get up and look around, but he couldn't get up, but the person was really gone, and he couldn't see it when he closed his eyes, and the coldness was gone, and it was pitch black in front of him, but there was no longer the tension of the hairs standing on end. Han Yiming stretched out his hand reluctantly, touched the pillow, the Qingshuang Sword was under his pillow, and his heart was a little calmer, but in the blink of an eye, the drowsiness became thick, turned over, and fell asleep again.

But I don't know how long I slept, I only felt that there was one more thing in my hand, cold and hard, it was the scabbard of the Qingshuang Sword, Han Yiming had always been used to pillowing the sword under the pillow, so that even if there was an enemy coming, it would be more reassuring. I don't know how long it took, but suddenly I felt a tightness in my hand, and when I opened my eyes, I was no longer in the earthen house, but was tiptoeing away. It's just that this tipping is faster than his usual tiptoeing, I don't know how many times faster, and it can almost be described as galloping. Compared to the Ming Yuan Sword, it is not slow. The sky was still dark, and suddenly there were starry snowflakes flying on his body in front of him, slightly cool, Han Yiming wanted to move, but his body couldn't move at all, although what he saw in front of him was the vast night, but he always felt that he was still sleeping in the earthen house, and he didn't leave at all.

But the eyes saw mountains passing under their feet, and the mountains were also passing under their feet one by one, and these mountain lovers were all lost in the snow, but they would also reveal the shadows of the trees and the soil under the snow. Han Yiming looked carefully, but he didn't know where this was going, he didn't know why he saw these things in front of him, but his body felt that he was still lying on the kang, and he wanted to raise his hand to take a look, but he couldn't lift it. And he never felt so tired, sometimes dark in front of him, sometimes seeing what he saw in the sky, and wondering what was wrong with him?

After a while, a village appeared in front of him, Han Yiming only felt that he had stopped, and after a closer look, behind the village, a red light appeared, and in the red light, there was a house. I seem to have been here before, but I can't remember it. They have been traveling all over the world for a long time, and they have traveled countless roads, so they have to think about them one by one, where they can think of them. But here is a little familiar, the red light, is not a lamp, but a piece of spiritual light.

Han Yiming saw that the spiritual light slowly approaching, thinking that he was getting closer. When he came to the left of the spiritual light, he no longer passed, but fell to the ground. The red light looked from afar, but it was just a red light, but when I got closer, I saw that the red light was from a spell on the ground. This spell could not be seen in the air, standing on the ground, but it could not be seen clearly, a charm was reflected in the air by the red light on the ground, and it itself emitted a red light. This spell is only two or three words, but each word is made up of a few words, these few small words, he doesn't know any of them, originally Lingshan's spells, it is not based on runes. But just as he looked at it, the spell spun around, and in the blink of an eye, a red light stabbed at him. Han Yiming only felt that the red light was coming quickly, but with a "Zheng" sound on his back, a blue light was already horizontal in front of him, smashing the stabbing red light. His eyes followed the blue light, and he saw his own hand, holding the hilt of the Blue Frost Sword.