Although Han Yiming didn't pay attention to listening to them, his words came into his ears clearly, as if they deliberately said to listen to him. couldn't help but turn his head to look, only to see that he was more than ten feet away from the two, and neither of them spoke loudly, but for some reason they heard it clearly. He lifted his footsteps again, and tried to walk away, but he heard them no more.

But I heard Geng Siqing say: "Well, but it's not a guess now." Today, my master received a tie post from Lingshan, saying that Lingshan is also going to have a new head. Senior brother, let me ask you, could this new head be Senior Brother himself?" Although Han Yiming walked away, the voice was still extremely clear and penetrated into his ears, and he only heard Sima Lingyi say: "It's not me." Geng Siqing said: "Ah, is it really a demon disciple?" Although Han Yiming didn't look back, it was hot behind him, thinking that Geng Siqing was looking at him, he was angry for a while, but people were not ready to let him hear it, and he heard it badly.

I only heard Sima Lingyi smile and said: "What, can't it be the junior brother who is in charge?" only to hear Geng Siqing sigh: "Alas, senior brother, we are sorry for you." You are a great disciple of Lingshan, in the generation of Lingshan disciples, there is no senior brother whose cultivation and knowledge can compare with you, this master will not be passed on to you, we will all cry for you!" Han Yiming couldn't turn around, Geng Siqing said this, as if he had stolen the position of senior brother, he couldn't help but be angry, although he couldn't make a sound, but he was still afraid that he would be angry, and couldn't help jumping up.

I heard Sima Lingyi say again: "Senior brother, you can't think like this. The position of head of the sect is to be passed on to the most outstanding disciples of the sect. My cultivation is really nothing, no matter which junior disciple the position of head of the sect is passed on, it can only mean that this junior brother's future cultivation will definitely be above me. Don't talk about my little junior brother, he is still young and has a real heart. When you hear these words, you don't know how uncomfortable it will be. It's a good thing he can't hear you and me. Geng Siqing said: "That's, that's, well, in that case, senior brother, I'll go first, and we'll have a meeting later." ”

Han Yiming didn't even want to turn around, he just looked ahead in a daze, and heard Geng Siqing behind him raise his voice: "Senior brother, I'll take a step first, and there will be a period later." He didn't want to turn around to say hello, anyway, the senior brother said that he couldn't hear it, so he simply pretended to the end. If Senior Brother wants to blame himself for being rude, then it will be rude! Standing still, after a while, I only heard Senior Brother say: "Little Senior Brother, Senior Brother Geng greets you, didn't you hear?" Han Yiming gritted his teeth and waited for a while before turning around. Sima Lingyi said: "Poor, little junior brother, you have been punished by the purple seniors, you can't speak, won't you hear it? When you return to Lingshan, please ask the master to solve this spell for you! I can't solve it, little junior brother, don't you blame me?"

Han Yiming shook his head and flew back to Lingshan with Sima Lingyi. Originally, the two of them had nothing to say on the road, but when they heard Geng Siqing's words, Han Yiming was even more silent, not knowing how to face the senior brother. I really have to thank Zishang, she was just angry, but Han Yiming didn't have to speak anymore. Saved him from unwarranted embarrassment.

The two flew back to Lingshan in silence, and as soon as Han Yiming arrived at Lingshan, he wanted to go back to the Jingxin Courtyard, but he couldn't speak. Just as he was about to pull Sima Lingyi's clothes, Sima Lingyi had already turned around and said, "Little junior brother, you go to Yule first, my master is waiting for you." Han Yiming nodded, and watched Sima Lingyi go straight back to the Meditation Courtyard, and then flew to Yule.

He walked outside Qin Wufang's house, and Qin Wufang had already called him in the house. Han Yiming walked into the house, saluted the master, and then raised his head, and then heard his voice say viciously: "Hmph, do you want me to set foot on your spiritual mountain?" The voice was hateful, Han Yiming himself was startled, where did this start? He had never spoken like this at all, nor did he have such an angry voice. I was about to tell the master that this was not my thoughts and actions, but when the master raised his hand, he shook it gently, and said, "Zishang, why are you so troubled? I sincerely invite you to come, why do you hate it so much?"

Listening to his own voice again, he still said hatefully: "Hate and hate? Do you say you hate and hate? The master uncle said again: "Then are you really not coming?" Han Yiming knew at this time that Zishang was not only angry with himself, but also asked himself to give a message to the master. It's just that she is different, and through her own mouth, she vented all her inexplicable anger on the master uncle. Han Yiming didn't listen to himself for a long time, and after a while, he said, "You know what I want, you give it to this disciple and bring it to me, I may come." Master Bo sighed: "Okay, then it's a word." I'll let my disciple send it to you. However, it is up to you whether you come or not. If you accept this and still refuse to come, it is up to you, and I will not force it!"

As soon as Qin Wufang finished saying this, Han Yiming's throat ached, as if a thorn had been pulled out of his throat. The pain was so painful that he couldn't stop coughing, and he coughed a few times before he stopped. "Uncle Master, the senior of the purple dress ......" Qin Wufang sighed slightly and said: "You don't have to say it, Yiming, I know everything." Well, you come with me. He stood up from the bamboo couch, reached out and grabbed Han Yiming's arm, and walked forward.

In an instant, there was darkness in front of Han Yiming, the wind was whistling in his ears, I don't know what was pulling on his chest, his eyes lit up, and he was already standing in a room that he had never been to before. The room has beds, couches, tables, chairs, and screens, but they are all covered with a thick layer of dust. The windows were covered with unrecognizable curtains, and there was a thick layer of dirt on the floor. On the top of the Spirit Mountain. Even Ding Wu's kitchen was neat and clean to the extreme, and when Han Yiming saw this dusty place at first glance, he almost thought that he was no longer on the Spirit Mountain.

Qin Wufang walked to the door of the house first, stretched out his hand to open the door, the sunlight outside the door squeezed into the house, Han Yiming followed behind, and he saw that the ground was full of decayed grass outside, and it was barren. And not far away, a small mountain floated in the air, here, is it one of the three peaks that Ling Mountain cannot come? He couldn't help but look at the master. I saw the master standing aside, and after a while, he raised his hand and made a slight move. Han Yiming immediately noticed a tremor under his feet, and when he looked down, he saw that a crack had cracked in the barren grass, and several black objects flew out from the cracks in the ground, the size of fingertips, and gently landed in Qin Wufang's palm.