No matter how bad Qingzhu Biao is, he is also a disciple of Lingshan. Even if he is a scoundrel and very different from Lingshan's fellow disciples, he is still a disciple of Lingshan. And he accepted it himself when Senior Brother Ding was still there. Han Yiming unconsciously regarded this disciple who had never looked at him as his own responsibility, and he always carried it on his shoulders. Looking at him at this time, he was still a disciple of Lingshan who was not in shape, and he knew that he had some prejudice against him, but this prejudice was difficult to eliminate.

Suddenly, the green bamboo mark from a distance looked over here, turned around, Han Yiming looked at the thorn bush, the sword was still in it, and the green bamboo mark did not take it in his hand, so he waited for him to come. Qingzhubiao came to him and said, "Master, isn't there a spell in our sect that can get the sword?" I have heard Uncle Shen say that there are many spells in our sect. Han Yiming said in surprise: "What do you mean by this? I remember that Senior Brother Shen taught you the sword technique. Didn't you learn?"

When it came to the swordsmanship, Qingzhubiao looked unhappy: "Master, don't mention the swordsmanship." I don't know how many times I've read it, but it doesn't work at all against the wood knife and axe, and it doesn't work against this sword. How do you let your disciple use it?" Han Yiming looked at him, his face was dissatisfied, and he continued to mutter: "Don't say this, I don't know what this sword technique is, I can't use it." Don't be a useless nonsense!"

Hearing "useless nonsense", Han Yiming couldn't help but be a little angry, but seeing that he was just a splash, what good was it to be angry with him. After thinking about it carefully, he said, "You're going to recite the sword trick to the sword now?" Qingzhu said, "Yes, can't I recite it to it?" Han Yiming couldn't help but say, "It's right." But have you thought about it, is this sword yours at the moment?" Qingzhu Biao was surprised: "What? Isn't it mine?" Master, you said it was my sword!" Han Yiming endured it for a while before saying, "That's naturally your sword, but you haven't let it recognize you yet." ”

Qingzhu Biao's eyes widened: "Let it recognize me? How can it recognize me?" Han Yiming couldn't help but say: "You haven't got it yet, how does it know that you are its master? Since you don't know that you are its master, how can it listen to you?" Qingzhu Biao suddenly realized: "Master, Master, what do you mean is that you want me to get it first, and then use the sword technique?" Han Yiming said: "You go and get it, toss it for a while, the sky is going to be bright." Qingzhubiao slipped away, turned around and ran away.

Han Yiming suddenly remembered that when he got the sword, the master told him the name of the sword. When the green bamboo mark got this sword, he also had to tell him the name of the sword. I don't know if the name of this sword will be above the head secretary, Han Yiming is convinced that the Lingshan Hundred Swords will be recorded in the head secretary. So he took out the secretary from his bosom and turned the page, and there was nothing on the first page, and the second page was also blank. His name is on the third page. Han Yiming took a closer look, and a line of handwriting flashed: Han Yiming, the fourth-generation head of Lingshan Brother, made Mingyuan and Qingshuang. This line of words has never appeared in the secretary of the head before, especially his own sword. So I took a closer look at it again, and after reading it this time, another line of words appeared behind it: disciple Qingzhu mark, with sword luminous.

The sword is called Luminous. Han Yiming looked at the sword in the thorn bush, is that the night light? Han Yiming looked at it, the black sword is also black in the daylight, and the name of the night light is also very suitable for this sword. I just don't know how Qingzhu Biao is going to get this sword?

Looking from afar, the sky is faintly dawning, with the fresh breath of the morning, Qingzhubiao stood there, facing the thorn bush out of a hundred treasures, he detoured a few times, stretched out his hand countless times, always from the sword at a distance, can not touch. Once, when he got closer, Han Yiming watched as his fingers seemed to touch the sword, but for some reason, it was so bad that he couldn't touch it. Han Yiming almost thought that this sword did not belong to the Qingzhu Mark, but seeing that he was so persistent, he stood still in place. Qingzhubiao pulled out a firewood knife from his waist, and Han Yiming knew at a glance that it was he who had been carrying it with him. At that time, Senior Brother Shen Ruofu taught him swordsmanship, and he used this firewood knife. Han Yiming couldn't help but be a little silent, he was really too partial and generalized about this disciple in the past. The fact that he can always carry this wood knife is enough to show that he doesn't know anything about him.

Qingzhu Biao used the firewood knife to cut a hole in the thorns all over the ground, although he used the firewood knife quite funny, but the gesture of splitting the thorns was very skillful. Naturally, he had also chopped before, and before entering the Lingshan Sect, he naturally had to support himself, and he should have done things such as chopping wood and burning fires very skillfully. It's just that after Han Yiming saw that after he split a gap, those thorns grew again, and Han Yiming saw it very clearly, and it grew almost immediately. Qingzhubiao's slashing was fruitless, and he never reached the sword. Han Yiming didn't think that the land was a treasure land, so that it would make the thorns grow in a moment. Maybe it was the aura of the sword that made those thorns grow so fast. Even the thorn bush is an enchantment that comes with this sword, so the firewood knife of the green bamboo mark can't cut into it.

Seeing this, Han Yiming really wanted to see how Qingzhu Biao got that sword in his hands. This sword should be the matching sword of the Qingzhu Mark, but the Qingzhu Mark has to get it, but it is a bit troublesome. It's just that his temperament was also aroused, he couldn't get his hands, and he swore not to give up, he waved the wood knife for a while, only to sweat profusely, and the sky was dawning, but he couldn't touch the sword. He was not discouraged, but stood aside and made up his mind about the bush.

At this time, there were already voices in the village over there, and someone had already gotten up, Han Yiming looked over there, the farmers got up early, and there were already people walking around in the village, and he was about to call Qingzhubiao to go back first, but he saw Qingzhubiao looking over there, and went straight over there. Han Yiming didn't come close to ask him what he was going to do, just let him go. After a while, the farmer brought two burning firewoods from his house and handed them to him, and Qingzhubiao took the two firewoods back to the thorn bush and put them on the thorn bush.

This made Han Yiming taken aback, Qingzhu Biao's doing this is tantamount to brute force, can he burn that thorn bush? Just thinking about it, the fire became bigger, almost burning. Han Yiming was farther away, and he could hear the crackling sound of thorn branches in the fire. Han Yiming was very surprised, but Qingzhubiao was indescribably proud. There was a fire burning here, and the peasants over there also came to take a closer look, and the green bamboo mark stood in place without saying a word and watched the thorn bush burn more and more, and then gradually the fire weakened. After a little more waiting, the fire was extinguished. The sword lay among a blackened branch.

The raging flames of Qingzhubiao burned the branches to black, but they did not burn to ashes, but they no longer sealed the sword densely in the thorn bush as at the beginning, Qingzhubiao walked to the front of the sword, bent down to pick up the sword, and turned to walk towards Han Yiming. The peasants had never seen one of the swords, and they were astonished when they saw one brought it out. Qingzhubiao became more and more proud, his face couldn't hide the color, the corners of his mouth rose, his steps were brisk, and he walked in front of Han Yiming after a short time, and said to him: "Master, look, I got it!"