He looked at it in a daze for a while, and suddenly heard Huang Jingxuan say: "Yiming, what's wrong......?" Han Yiming sighed and said: "Second uncle, without these two fingers, many spells can't be learned." I don't think it's important to learn a lot of spells, but I still have heartache. Am I selfish?" Huang Jingxuan shook his head and said, "No, you are also flesh and blood, you are not a ruthless person. There is nostalgia for your fingers, and the teacher can understand. Han Yiming shook his head and said, "Uncle Shi, I, when I call out loudly later, will I attract others?"

Huang Jingxuan sighed and said, "If I set up a boundary knot, even if someone is by your side, you won't hear it." As he spoke, he raised his hand, lightly swiped a few times in the air, and pointed at Han Yiming with the middle finger of his right hand. Han Yiming only felt a "snap" in his head, and he didn't know what exploded. His eyes kept looking at the two fingers of Huang Jingxuan's left hand. It turns out that the two ordinary fingers are also difficult to let go at this time.

After looking at it for a moment, he slowly raised the dagger with his right hand, and the edge of the dagger flashed with a faint blue light, which was very sharp. Han Yiming gritted his teeth, found a flat stone, squatted down and put the two fingers of his left hand on the stone, looked at it, clenched his teeth, turned his face away, and the dagger in his right hand cut straight down to his left hand.

Although he knew in his heart that it would hurt his heart and lungs, after all, ten fingers connected to his heart. When the sharp dagger cut into the finger, it was still black in pain, and he screamed. He released the dagger in his hand, held his left hand tightly with his right hand, and fell to his knees. He didn't dare to look at his mutilated left hand, and he didn't have the strength to look at it. I was already sweating profusely in pain, and I couldn't even straighten my waist. He shouted, and then bit his lower lip tightly, bleeding from the bite, and did not make a second sound.

Huang Jingxuan sighed and said, "Yiming, I'm sorry for you." Han Yiming was in a lot of pain, where did he have the strength to speak. Kneeling on the ground and shaking, he shook for a while, raised his head, took a breath, and lowered his head again. Huang Jingxuan said: "Yiming, let me take a look." Han Yiming endured the irresistible pain, raised his hand, but did not look up, he had already seen blood oozing from his right finger, and all his courage was gone. Huang Jingxuan sighed, stretched out his hand, and flicked his right hand lightly, Han Yiming's right hand involuntarily released. was dying in pain, and suddenly heard Huang Jingxuan say: "Yiming, you raise your head and take a look." ”

Although Huang Jingxuan's voice was not high, it was very clear, and Han Yiming couldn't help but raise his head when he heard it. saw Huang Jingxuan's hand pat, and his left hand floated in front of his eyes. Han Yiming was very puzzled, looked at Huang Jingxuan, but heard him say, "You count." Han Yiming was wondering, but his mouth had already begun to count, from one to five.

He looked at Huang Jingxuan, he really couldn't understand what he asked him to count, Huang Jingxuan smiled: "Silly boy, you count your fingers again." Han Yiming was very surprised, lowered his head and counted once, still from one to five. raised his head and said, "Second Master, it's five fingers." Huang Jingxuan sighed: "Don't you understand?" Han Yiming said in his heart: "There are five fingers, what do you understand?" But he also felt a little strange, but he didn't know what was wrong.

Counting it again, it was still five, Huang Jingxuan sighed: "Yiming, alas, are you smart or ......" said this and stopped. Han Yiming was like falling into the clouds and mist, and he was puzzled. After looking at his hands for a long time, he suddenly opened his mouth in surprise and said, "Second Master, mine, my left hand." "On his left hand, there are still five fingers!

The unbearable pain was nowhere to be found, not even the blood that had spread between the fingers. Han Yiming was extremely surprised, stretched out his fingers, extremely free, and looked at the finger barrel carefully, even the scars could not be seen. Feeling ashamed for a moment, Shicai screamed, but he didn't know that he hadn't cut it on his finger yet. I lowered my head and was shocked again.

There was a severed finger on the stone in front of him, silvery-white, and there was a dagger next to him. Han Yiming almost thought he was dreaming, reached out and rubbed his eyes, and then looked at the stone, the silver-white severed finger was still there, not an illusion. I looked at my left hand again, and it was still five fingers, and not one was missing. Han Yiming couldn't help but say, "This, this is ......"

Huang Jingxuan said: "This is also the essence of Xianzhi condensed in your fingers. There's another one, cut it hard. Han Yiming was so surprised that he picked up the knife in his right hand and cut it down with the middle finger of his left hand. This time, he was no longer as scared as he was at the beginning, and he watched the dagger cut into the base of his middle finger, but it was not painful, and suddenly he saw a middle finger fall, and he was startled. If you look closely, there are still five fingers on your left hand, but there are two amputated fingers on the stone. Han Yiming couldn't help but wonder: "Second uncle, I won't have two more fingers." ”

Huang Jingxuan said: "Alas, stupid boy. Quick, pick it up, let's go. Han Yiming picked up the two severed fingers on the stone, and Huang Jingxuan handed over a piece of Supa, and said, "Use this bag and that dagger." Han Yiming wrapped up as he said, and Huang Jingxuan had summoned the Wind Splitting Sword and headed north. Han Yiming hurriedly took Su Pa into his arms, and also summoned the Ming Yuan Sword, and left.

Following behind Huang Jingxuan, he flew for a short time and came to a small hill. As soon as Han Yiming fell, he recognized that this was the small hill that the purple dress had conjured up. Huang Jingxuan stood in front of the dwarf pine and said, "Purple clothes Daoist, Huang brought a small apprentice to visit. As soon as Han Yiming fell, he closed his eyes and calmed down, and then slowly opened his eyes, only to see endless flowers, two clear streams and a thatched hut in front of him.

After a few moments, the wooden door of the hut was open, and there was silence inside. Huang Jingxuan said: "Yiming, you also come." "Let's walk into the house first. Han Yiming followed behind him and walked into it. When I walked into the house, I saw a light in front of me, as if it was still daytime in the house. As soon as he stepped on it, the place where he landed was very soft, and when he looked down, he saw that his feet were covered with purple blades of grass, mixed with small white flowers, a thick layer, and it was very soft to step on. A faint fragrance rushed straight to his nose, both strong and light, Han Yiming was surprised, his face only felt a burst of coolness, there was a breeze blowing in the house, and from the outside, this hut had no windows.

When I raised my head, I saw that there were strange grass and fairy vines all around, and the walls were also covered with thick leaf vines, and the top of my head was also full of drooping leaf vine fruits. The strange vines and grasses are verdant, but the fruits are as red as coral beans, which is very lovely. Han Yiming saw that the leaves of these vines and grasses were all of different shapes, and looked at them one by one with a low face. Suddenly, I didn't know what I was bumping into, stopped, raised my head and saw that although there was nothing in front of me, ten steps away, Zishang was standing opposite Huang Jingxuan.