All the disciples listened to his orders, flew to the village, collected their swords, and scattered to help the villagers carry their things out. As soon as Han Yiming landed, he ran to the nearest family. The family's house was also burning very hot, and two children were sitting on the ground in front of the door, looking at a pile of tattered household goods, and two adults were running out of the house, holding some clothes and bedding.

In Han Yiming's eyes, these things are dispensable, but he has seen that everyone here is dressed in tatters, and they are obviously extremely poor, and these inconspicuous things are indispensable for them. For people who have piled up mountains and reclaimed objects in their homes, these objects are easy to throw away. But it seems that every family here is surrounded by walls, and these dispensable things are indispensable.

Han Yiming didn't have time to elaborate, and when he looked back, he saw that all the senior brothers had rolled up their sleeves, lifted the hem of their long clothes and wrapped them around their waists, and were busy. He rolled up his sleeves, pinned the hem of his robe to his waist, and rushed into the crumbling, flame-rising room. The house was already burning hot, and as soon as Han Yiming ran in, he felt that the heat wave was coming, and his face was hot. Covering his mouth and nose with his hands, his eyes were so smoked that he couldn't open them, and he forced himself to open his eyes, and looked around, only to see that there were only some broken clay pots and clay pots in the house. In a moment, even the smoke in his nose and mouth was inhaled, and Rao covered his mouth and nose, or choked on his cough.

Choked and coughed a few times, it was already a tearful exchange, where can I still take a closer look. He bent down, picked up what was at his feet, and withdrew. Retreating to the door, I coughed vigorously for a while, only to see that I was holding a crockpot in my hand. Put the crockpot down, straighten up, and go in again. Suddenly, his eyes lit up, and when he raised his head, countless small droplets of water sprinkled down on his head from the air. It's cool all over, it's really a timely rain. Han Yiming felt that his hair and eyebrows were burned, small drops of water fell on his body, and his clothes were instantly wet. There was a burning pain on his face, but the water dripped down, and the burning pain disappeared without a trace.

He turned and ran back into the house, and after a few steps, he looked up and saw where there was rain in the night sky. It turned out that after running a few steps, the water droplets were gone, and only a small raindrop fell above the burning wooden house in front of him. Such a fierce fire has burned the wooden house to the crisp, and the water will inevitably collapse the wooden house, so Huang Jingxuan and Zhao Haoyang only used smaller raindrops to suppress the momentum of the fire, allowing people to move things in and out. Han Yiming knew that it was his uncle and uncle who performed a spell on it, calling for wind and rain, and lowered his head and ran into the house again. This time I went in again, and it was not as hot as before, and I bowed my head and took out everything I saw, and laid it on the open space where the two children were sitting. He didn't have time to greet the owner of the house who was carrying things with him, and he only had to go in and out.

After a few moves, he entered the house again, and when he lifted a clay pot, he only heard the sound of "clicking" overhead. When he looked up, he saw that his eyes were full of fire, and the roof collapsed, and the ashes of the fire pressed down on top of his head.

Han Yiming held the clay jar and stood in the middle of the house in a daze, and was at a loss when he saw the roof collapsing and pressing on him. The roof collapsed very quickly, and when it pressed downward, a wave of heat had already hit the surface. Han Yiming didn't know how to be afraid, he had never encountered such a scene, he just held the clay jar and watched the wooden roof press against his head, not knowing how to dodge or be afraid!

Suddenly, he felt a light on his back, and there was a sound of gold and iron rubbing in his ears, and with a "clang" sound, a golden light overflowed from his back, and in a moment, it spread out to all sides, and less than a foot above his head, a golden barrier erected the collapsed roof!

Han Yiming looked up and saw that the golden light was thin, very close to him. Through the golden light, even the roof beams that had been burned black and red fire could be seen clearly, and the fire made the roof beams "crackle". was stunned for a moment, and suddenly heard someone outside shouting at him, and when he looked out, he saw that Du Qingfeng had run to the outside of this house at some point, and shouted at him: "Come out quickly, the house is going to collapse!" Han Yiming saw him shouting at him, picked up the two children sitting on the ground and ran away, stretched out his hand and pointed back a few times, and then woke up like a dream, and ran out with the clay jar in his arms.

As soon as he ran out, he heard a "bang" behind him, and the wooden house collapsed with a bang. A choking puff of smoke came from behind itself, and several pieces of broken wood splashed on his body, causing pain. Looking back, there was a ruin behind him. Before he came back to his senses, Du Qingfeng had already run forward and said, "Senior brother, why do you want to take everything? A clay pot, do you really want to pay for your life?" Han Yiming was stunned for a moment and said, "Thank you, senior brother, no!" Du Qingfeng said: "How not?" I saw that the roof was about to collapse, and I asked you to say yes or not, and I took care of those two children and couldn't come in. Let's come out this time, Senior Sister Liu can't go back, can't you go back? Senior Sister Liu died so that we all came out, but you, but for a clay pot!"

Han Yiming was ashamed of what he said, and said, "What Senior Brother taught, I remembered!" Du Qingfeng said: "We are saving people, it is best to grab some things, if you can't grab them, you can't force them!" Han Yiming said in his heart: "Didn't Senior Brother see that golden light? Just thank you and thank you.

Du Qingfeng said: "Thank me for what to do, which rafter should you thank to save your life!" I obviously saw the roof collapse, but I don't know which rafter was stopped, and it didn't collapse directly on top of your head, so that you can save your life!" He looked at him again and said, "It's okay, it's okay, it's okay! Be careful!" Han Yiming knew that he really hadn't seen the golden light that saved his life, so he didn't mention it, just nodded with him.

Not long after, the disciples of Lingshan and the people of Pingbo Men gathered, there were only dozens of families in the village, and they were all wooden houses and thatched houses, this fire started, burned more than a dozen houses, they were extremely poor, there were not many things, and the people of Lingshan and Pingbo men helped each other, and the things were also snatched out of ten.

Everyone stopped, stood aside to rest, and watched the people in the village sort out their things. Huang Jingxuan said: "Do we need to stay for some time and help them again?" Pingbo Daodao: "Help them build a house?" Brother Dao, they have lived here for generations, but when it comes to building wooden houses, they are even more powerful than us. We can't help much, aren't we going south? Let's go sooner. Huang Jingxuan said: "Let's look for the magic star, in order to help the world and prevent trouble." But isn't helping them also helping the world? Why favor one over the other?"

What else will they encounter here? Stay tuned for the next chapter. This chapter has a more modern name because it feels that life is light, and sometimes it is not as heavy as a crockpot. Thank you for your support, thank you very much!