If everyone in the division was to be the first and be strong in everything, maybe they would also be competitive, and they would not have so many ideas as they did at this time. Seeing that everyone had no intention of leaving, and knowing that they would not leave for a while, he said to Shen Ruofu: "Senior brother, I'll go to the back forest to find some water." When Shen Ruofu heard this, he said, "I'll go with you too!"

Han Yiming couldn't refuse, so he quietly left everyone with him and walked into the woods. When he walked away, he felt that his chest was not so depressed, and he always felt that this dragon slaying would be very painful. It goes without saying that slaying the dragon is not easy, not to mention the green dragon, the white dragon under the green dragon seat, silently, has uncovered the unknown side of the Lingshan, which shows how powerful their insight into the past and future is. Han Yiming didn't even know what it would be like to face that rebellious white dragon?

He doesn't think that Jackie Chan is the right way, just as he doesn't think that being in Lingshan is the best. If his parents were still alive, he would be disdainful of Lingshan, after all, Lingshan was a choice he had to make, not his will. That white dragon, without Jackie Chan, is it really bad to be with his lover? Anyway, in Han Yiming's opinion, there is nothing bad. Aren't Xiao Yi and Luo Yue good? Well, he can even sketch them in his heart, he has always been mediocre in his skills. But for some reason, when he heard the master talk about that sad and sad past, everything that the master said unfolded in his heart like a picture scroll, and he remembered it vividly.

Suddenly, someone pulled his sleeve, Han Yiming suddenly came back to his senses, but it was Shen Ruofu who pulled his sleeve. Shen Ruofu looked ahead with his eyes and motioned for him to look too. Han Yiming saw that a man in khaki clothes in front of him, carrying a sword, was squatting by the stream to draw water. Han Yiming was a little nervous, Jiang Yuzi was always preemptive, and when he looked back, they had already walked into the forest for a long time, and there were already dense woods behind them, and they were about to ask Shen Ruofu to leave together, but the man had already stood up. Moderately shaped and mild-looking. It's not Jiang Yuroe, but the first demon disciple, clear!

Ming clearly raised his head and smiled at Han Yiming: "Senior brother is also here to fetch water, come, I'll help you!" His smile was very gentle, full of sincerity, Han Yiming unconsciously put down his heart, and said, "Thank you, senior brother, let's do it ourselves!" Together with Shen Ruofu, he untied the water bladder and washed it in the water before receiving the water. Shen Ruofu had never gone down the mountain, and his movements were a little clumsy. Han Yiming was about to wait for himself to fill the water bladder, so he took his water bladder and filled it, and a thick arm was stretched out next to him, took Shen Ruofu's water bladder, and began to clean. Mingming washed Shen Ruofu's water bladder, filled it with water, handed it to him, lifted a few water bladders, greeted Han Yiming, and walked towards the way he came. For some reason, when Han Yiming saw him, he felt as if he had seen Ding Wu, and he couldn't say how kind he was. Remembering that he was also a demon disciple, he shouted, "Senior Brother Clarity!"

Mingming turned around: "What do you think of the junior brother?" The word "see the teaching" came out of his mouth, but it was very peaceful. He turned around, and Han Yiming said, "Senior brother, I ......" The following words were unspeakable. He really wanted to ask what the situation was when he killed the Demon Star, and the death of the young man in Tsing Yi made him puzzled. Since he is a demon star, his magic power is strong, how could he die in his own hands? Although he now knows some spells, but before, he was powerless, and it is indeed appropriate to say that he is weak.

But he saw the magic power of the young man in Tsing Yi with his own eyes, and now that he thinks about it, the young man's spells are also unimaginably profound, it seems that he has no formulas or spells, and everything is ready with a finger. But he finally died at his own hands, and this matter can never be let go, Han Yiming will think of him from time to time. After all, this man died in front of himself, in his own hands. He still couldn't understand how he died? Although he didn't walk without hurting ants, and cherished moths and gauze lamps, he didn't even kill chickens, how could he kill him? And the short sword, which was obviously a bronze sword, and he clearly remembered the cold light flickering on the blade of the short sword, but at some point, it turned into a purple peach sword. He really has too many questions in his heart, and he knows that he can't answer them, and he can't solve these questions, so he doesn't think much about it. At this time, seeing that he was also a demon disciple, he couldn't help but want to inquire.

But when the words came to his mouth, he couldn't ask. These many sediments, one by one, can't help but be a little sour. He stopped talking. Clearly stand in place, and do not urge. Han Yiming couldn't open his mouth, and after a while, he had to say: "Thank you, senior brother!" Ming Ming smiled slightly: "Senior brother is too polite! If there is nothing wrong, I will go first!" Han Yiming sighed in his heart and said, "Senior brother please first!" Ming Ming smiled slightly, carried the water bladder, and walked along the road.

Han Yiming stood silently by the stream, his heart fluctuated, and the past was flooding, where it could be stopped in a moment. After a long time, he calmed down a little, sighed, and turned his head. Shen Ruofu sat silently on the side, and when he saw him turn around, he said, "Senior brother, let's go back!" Let him wait for a long time, he didn't feel sorry, and before he could speak, Shen Ruofu had already said: "Senior brother, everything from the past is like a cloud of smoke, but it is not scattered, you can take a look back!" Han Yiming nodded unconsciously, not knowing what the past of this little senior brother was, so he was a little emotional. Cultivators should not be able to predict their age, but this youngest senior brother should not have a long time to go up the mountain, and his age is also the closest. Mortals will have stories, plain and unremarkable, but also stories. He used to think that his life was as plain as his parents, and he was willing to be so dull when he was born, old, sick and died in Hanjiazhuang. I used to think that it wouldn't be a story, but only then did I understand that that kind of life is also a story. How can there be no story in a lifetime?

In front of these many cultivators, he is the most unpopular disciple, and he may not be able to catch up with the brilliance of the teachers. But he is not sad because of this, his life can be as long as these people, without boundaries, at least a few hundred years old, which is a few lifetimes of ordinary people, or even more than ten lifetimes. Immortality, nothing more. The words that used to sound in my ears and feel that they were so amazing are nothing more than that. Of course, he will live forever like his masters, and he will be able to live forever, and he will be able to pick out the best skin to face others, just as he used to pick out a good garment at home. What others dare not imagine and cannot achieve is just around the corner. But all the mundane things of others are hard to come by.

Xiao Han has his own opinion on dragon slaying, but what about others? Thank you for your support of this book, and I wish you all a great weekend!