After a while, Han Yiming stretched out his left hand and said, "Uncle Shi, this is for you." Zishang glanced at his clenched fist, and Han Yiming's left palm spread out. A strand of white yarn rose from his palm, and Zishang smiled at the wisp of white yarn, and blew it away with a gentle blow. Han Yiming was extremely surprised, didn't Zishang want to know what was written in it? I'm not your uncle, and you're not my nephew, we're just passers-by. Han Yiming listened to it, but he couldn't say how sad it was in his heart, as if these words were Zishang's last words. Since he met Zishang, this is the first time he has called Zishang his uncle, and he also wants to treat Zishang as his uncle from the bottom of his heart, just like the uncles in Lingshan, but she told him that it was not his uncle.

Zishang said: "You go back! It's just that I don't have the spiritual power of your masters, I can't send you back at will, you should be careful on your own road." She was no longer as moody as usual, and her tone was very light, like an ordinary woman. If she has black hair and a pair of black eyes, she is also a peerless woman! Han Yiming sighed softly, only to hear Zishang say softly: "Why do you have to see everything until you have passed a thousand sails?" Han Yiming dared to answer, just bowed his head and stood aside, and after a while, when he raised his eyes, her figure was gone, only Lingxin was still standing beside him.

Lingxin floated in the air, looking at Han Yiming carefully, although Han Yiming had already guessed that it was Zishang's disciple, but listening to Zishang's own words, he still felt a lot. I only heard it say to itself: "It turns out that my name is Lingxin, but I don't even know that I am called Lingxin." Han Yiming said: "What was your name before?" Lingxin said: "At this time, there are only two of us, I don't seem to have a name." Han Yiming thought about it, nodded, and said in his heart: "She told me that one day she calls me in front of outsiders, then her name will be my name." She called me Lingxin today, and I felt that this was my name. ”

Suddenly, I heard Zisheng's voice say, "You leave quickly, you must not stay here!" At this time, there was a vicious meaning in her tone, Han Yiming knew that she was angry again, so he said: "Disciple farewell." He bowed respectfully to the empty front, turned around and saw a door open behind him, and exited. The door of the hut closed with a bang, and Han Yiming only felt a heavy heart, and stood in place for a while, then turned around and walked towards the end of the flower field.

As he walked, he recited in his heart the trick that Ding Wu had taught him, and suddenly there was a little light above the dark canopy in front of him. Rushing towards this side like a meteor, Han Yiming's heart moved, if he went forward at this time, if he was not familiar with the tipping method, it would not be as fast as the imperial sword, and it was difficult to say that he hit it squarely. If the other party has a sharper eye, it is not difficult to find him. So he stopped his steps, looked around, saw no hiding place, and thought about it eagerly, turned around and ran a few steps to hide behind the purple hut, and looked at it, the meteor had come close, and disappeared not far ahead. As he expected, if he went, he would definitely hit the target. Han Yiming held his breath, waited patiently, and after a while, a person came out of the woods, the smallpox Daoist! Han Yiming hid more and more secretly, only to see the smallpox Taoist walk to the front of the hut, and said to the hut: "Purple clothes Daoist, old friend is visiting, please open the door to meet." ”

I only heard the voice of the purple clothes in the house: "Which Taoist friend came to meet again?" The smallpox Taoist rolled his eyes and said, "Why don't the purple clothes Taoist know what? Although Han Yiming was hiding in the dark, when he glanced at him and saw his eyes, he knew that this person had another idea in his heart. I only listened to the smallpox in front of me: "Thank you Daoist for letting me in." Han Yiming didn't listen to his footsteps, nor did he poke his head out, but just waited patiently for a while, waiting for the smallpox Daoist to come out and leave.

The sound in the room couldn't be heard, and Han Yiming couldn't hear it clearly. In his heart, he couldn't stop guessing what the smallpox Taoist would say to Zishang in the house. After a while, he only heard a "yah" sound in front of him, and then Han Yiming heard the smallpox Daoist: "Purple Clothes Daoist, I am all I say, please think twice." Zishang's voice said coldly: "Don't send it." "What the smallpox Dao people will say to Zishang, Han Yiming can also guess roughly. Although the smallpox Daoist gave him a piece of paper, did the smallpox Daoist really not have the heart to harm Lingshan? Not really. Han Yiming listened carefully for a while, didn't listen to the sound of footsteps, and didn't dare to come out of hiding easily, waited for a while, and thought that the smallpox Daoist was also gone, and he couldn't stay here all the time, so he carefully recited the empty method in his heart. She read it once, her body lightened, floating in the air, Han Yiming was happy, and read it a few more times, each time she thought it, her body floated higher, and after a few more thoughts, he was already floating in the air.

Han Yiming saw that he was more than ten feet above the ground, and ran forward. The guide charm in the palm of his right hand lit up and spun lightly in the palm of his hand. He runs through the air, with no effort on his feet, but he is extremely fast. It's just that this speed can't be compared to his sword's flight, and it disappeared in an instant. At this time, the running was much faster than usual, not much compared to the galloping of the wind, but it still couldn't compare to the flight of Edgeworth.

He didn't look ahead, he looked closely at the guide in his palm, he didn't fly low, he didn't have to see if any of the trees would scrape over themselves, and the trees would pass far under his feet. He looked at the guide talisman in his hand intently and flew towards the spiritual mountain. I don't know how long I flew, it was always dark around me, Han Yiming didn't see the trace of Lingshan in front of him, and was looking carefully at the palm of his hand, when he suddenly heard someone in his ear asking: "Little friend, you are flying so fast, do you want to rush back to Lingshan?" Han Yiming's vest was suddenly full of cold sweat! If he walked on the ground and someone said something to him, he would not be afraid, but he was flying in the air at this time, and he heard someone talking to him, this fright was not the same as before.

When he quickly looked back, he saw a figure following behind him, in a dark Taoist robe, carrying a sword on his back, and holding a whisk in his hand, but it was a smallpox Daoist! Han Yiming was taken aback, how could he follow him? He actually didn't know anything! For a moment, he didn't have time to think about it, and he pulled out his legs and ran away a few steps to the side. The smallpox Daoist followed him like a shadow, flew over with him, and said with a smile: "Little friend, are you going back to Lingshan?" Han Yiming made up his mind, so he didn't speak, just looked at him.

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Today, a child has a birthday, and here I say to her: Happy birthday!