But Zishang was not an alarmist threat, and only two days later, Han Yiming saw Mu Zhi again. When everyone was resting, a red light flashed in front of his eyes, Han Yiming's heart jumped, and he stared at it for a long time, only to see the red Mu Zhi looking at him under a pile of leaves beside him, and his heart was confused. Fortunately, it was daytime at that time, and the people of Pingbo Dao and his disciples did not go with them, so he still followed Huang Jingxuan all the way south. Although Zishang said that Muzhi would come that night, he always hoped in his heart that this was just Zishang's words. However, when I saw the little Muzhi poking out a small red head from a bush of grass blades, my heart jumped. couldn't help but shout: "Second uncle, second uncle, Mu Zhi." ”

Huang Jingxuan glanced at Mu Zhi from a distance and shook his head. Han Yiming stood up and walked to Huang Jingxuan's side, only to see Mu Zhi also quietly following from the blades of grass. Han Yiming reached out and touched the dagger in his arms, if it weren't for Zi Shang's words, he would have taken out the dagger at this moment and cut off both of his fingers. Mu Zhi hid under a bush of grass blades, revealing his small eyes from time to time to peep. Han Yiming took out the bamboo needle, and forcefully pricked a few blood beads on the two fingers that had been pierced with countless blood spots, smearing the fingers, he saw Mu Zhi this time, and he pierced it very hard, smearing it on one side, and looking at Mu Zhi on the other.

Seeing that Mu Zhi did not retreat, Han Yiming suddenly remembered that the young man came that day, if he could really grasp that sword, he would not die like that. Seeing that Mu Zhi was coming, sooner or later he would be killed in the mouth of Pingbo Dao, he was anxious, and he pricked a few holes with a needle in his hand, and blood beads fell to the ground little by little. Huang Jingxuan sighed and said, "Yiming." Han Yiming raised his head, and Huang Jingxuan said, "Don't do this." Han Yiming shook his head, only to feel that something was flowing on his face, and when he reached out to touch it, his face was full of tears.

Huang Jingxuan said: "Yiming, what's wrong with you? Han Yiming unconsciously remembered the young man, the past was hooked in his heart, and he even remembered the death of his parents, so he naturally felt up and down, and his tears could no longer stop falling. Therefore, the hand is also very ruthless, although the ten fingers are connected to the heart, but his heart hurts, and the bamboo needle is deeply pierced into the flesh, and he does not feel pain. Huang Jingxuan sighed: "Yiming, do you have a lot of sad things? Don't treat yourself like this, you can find a solution only when you are in a peaceful state of mind." It's not going to help you like that. ”

Han Yiming was sad for a while, sighed and said, "I'll find another knife and cut off my finger." Huang Jingxuan shook his head and said: "No, late is also cut, early is also cut, Zishang knows far better about these strange flowers and plants than me." She doesn't say it, but if she says it, don't change it, just do what she says. She's aggressive, but she's not upset, and you don't have to look at her differently because of the past. ”

Han Yiming originally had no good impression of Zishang, but when he heard the second master say this, although he secretly disagreed in his heart, he still nodded. After a while, he said, "Second Master, then, what should I do tonight?" He thought that he would meet Pingbo Dao people again in the evening, and he couldn't help but be afraid.

Huang Jingxuan nodded: "Are you worried that this Mu Zhi will be harmed by him again?" Yes, his Seven Ring Treasure Mirror is very powerful, it is better to avoid it." After thinking for a while, he said, "You quietly spend the night alone in another place tonight, I wonder if you will be afraid?" Han Yiming was taken aback, and when he heard this method, it was indeed a good idea. If you avoid it, Mu Zhi will follow, and you won't encounter the people of Pingbo Dao again. But he was really a little scared, he had never spent the night alone in the wilderness, and he couldn't help but be a little scared.

But after thinking about it, as long as Mu Zhi was no longer buried in the belly of the Pingbo Dao people, what else was there to be afraid of, and resolutely said: "Okay, second master, I'll avoid it alone." Huang Jingxuan nodded and said: "Let's find a place in the afternoon, I will turn you into an illusion, not only Pingbo Dao people can't recognize it, but also others can't recognize it, so you don't have to be afraid." He paused for a moment and said, "Fortunately, as long as it's past tonight, it's fine, tomorrow night when the moon passes overhead, you can use that knife according to Zishang's words." ”

The two of them had already discussed, and in the afternoon, Huang Jingxuan first joined Zhao Haoyang, and asked all the disciples to follow Zhao Haoyang, and only took Han Yiming's imperial sword to fly over two or three peaks and come to a valley. Huang Jingxuan said: "Yiming, give me your other set of clothes." Han Yiming took out another set of clothes and handed it to him. Huang Jingxuan took it in his hand, pinched it, and said, "Haven't you worn this set of clothes yet?" Han Yiming nodded.

Huang Jingxuan said: "Then you take off what you are wearing and wear this." Han Yiming was a little surprised, but he still changed his clothes as he said, and handed the changed clothes into Huang Jingxuan's hands. Huang Jingxuan said: "Brother Pingbo Dao is very alert, and his seven-ring treasure mirror can recognize you." He has always done everything for his cultivation, but he is afraid that he may not be able to shine at you with the seven-ring treasure mirror every day. Therefore you have to deceive him with the garments you wear, so that you can hide from his eyes. Han Yiming suddenly realized. Huang Jingxuan said again: "Pluck a few of your hair for me." Han Yiming plucked out a few hairs and handed them to him.

Huang Jingxuan clumped his hair into a small ball, pinched it in the palm of his hand, rubbed his palms together for a moment, and parted them. I saw that a clump of hair in his palm turned into a small ball, and a little light was already shining in the center of the ball. Huang Jingxuan's right index finger lightly touched the ball, and the ball began to writhe, twisting for a while, revealing a strand of hair. As soon as the strand of hair was exposed, it grew longer and longer, pouring outward, as if someone were twitching. Han Yiming was surprised to find that it was originally a few hairs, but at this time it became one hair, but it was extremely long, and it was continuously pulled out, the small ball was like a cocoon, and his hair was like silk, and it seemed that there was no end.

After a while, the strand of hair was drained, and at the end of the strand was a small ball, the color of which was silver and shiny, like a drop of water. Huang Jingxuan lightly tapped the small round ball up and down, left and right with both hands, and everywhere his fingertips went, the small ball was sunken in, and after he played it a few times, he took a look at it and stretched out his hand to play it a few times. Han Yiming suddenly found that after the small ball was bounced by him, it actually took on the shape of a villain. Huang Jingxuan said: "Yiming, you pierce your finger and give me two drops of blood." Han Yiming hurriedly took out the bamboo needle and stabbed it his middle finger.

The stab was so hard that a few drops of blood ran down his fingers. Huang Jingxuan made a move with his left hand, and the blood droplets that had already dripped flew into his palm. Then the middle finger of his right hand swiped the middle finger of his left hand, and a little drop of pale golden water seeped out from the tip of his left finger. He waved his finger at the two drops of blood, and the drops of water mixed with the drops of blood, but the drops of water slowly wrapped up the droplets. The middle finger of his left hand flicked at the small ball that had already taken the shape of a human, and the drops of water flew over and attached to it, wrapped in drops of blood.