readx;? Han Yiming was a little suspicious, staring at the pit that was trampled by the stars, and suddenly saw a small bud emerging from the pit. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 info Han Yiming was afraid that his eyes were spent, and he stared at it for a long time, it was really a young shoot. Han Yiming turned to Xingchen and said, "Can all the flowers in this row grow? There is a hatred of the sky that may grow again?" He remembered that there was a hatred of the sky, if it could really grow, would Uncle Bai Ying be able to come back? Xingchen said: "You are talking about that spirit flower, cultivated in human form." If there are still fragments, raising them for a few hundred years may be able to produce a result. If there are no fragments, it will not work. Han Yiming said: "But you can make other spirit flowers grow again, but that one can't do it?"

Xingchen said: "Among the spirit flowers and spirit trees written in this booklet, many of them are mixed with the spirit roots of those spirit flowers and spirit trees, that is, their spirit roots are ground into the ink. And the spirit root that hated the sky was not among them. When writing, the writer's spiritual power is mixed with the spiritual flower and spiritual wood, and this booklet naturally has an aura. Only such a spirit flower and spirit wood can be regenerated, and the spirit flower and spirit grass that hates the sky and cultivates in human form cannot be regenerated without a spirit root mixed into the ink. Han Yiming looked at the stars in a daze, but what he remembered was Ding Wu, it turned out that Senior Brother Ding wanted to help write with the same door that day, which had such a meaning. No wonder he was always ready to go to the same door, and he didn't care which one was writing it. Turning over the booklet, the various handwriting in the booklet made Han Yiming's eyes swell instantly, closing the booklet, Han Yiming looked into the distance, turned around for a while and said, "Then can all the flowers and plants with spiritual roots in the ink grow?"

Xingchen said: "It depends on the time, some will grow soon, and some will take time." They are also alive in this booklet, and when they are taken out of the booklet, they will be born according to the seasons of the seasons. He flipped through the booklet casually, suddenly stopped on one of the pages, and sent that page to Han Yiming and said, "Master, look at this page." Han Yiming looked at the page, it was an orchid, it was no different, Xingchen said: "This is a blue flower, white jade-like flowers and leaves, ink-colored flowers." The flowers can be planted now. With his words, the blue flowers on the paper swayed gently, as if they were alive. Han Yiming looked at the inscription next to him, it was clean and powerful, and he couldn't tell which senior brother's handwriting it was. Xingchen tore off the page, tore it several times in succession, tore it to pieces, and said to Han Yiming: "The head will help me dig a pit again." Han Yiming immediately squatted down and dug a small dirt pit on the side, Xingchen threw all the shredded paper into the pit, and said to Han Yiming: "Master, you come and spit it." ”

Han Yiming spat on it, only to see the shredded paper clumped at the bottom of the pit, Xingchen quickly covered the soil back into the pit, waited for it to be filled, and said to Han Yiming: "These spirit flowers are not similar at all, the blue falling flowers cannot be stepped on, their stems are thin and brittle, and it is difficult to grow when the soil is stepped on." Han Yiming looked at the stars in a daze, not knowing how to speak. Xingchen's actions made him feel a little uneasy in his eyes, although his actions were not inappropriate in Lingshan, but Han Yiming's heart was indescribably strange.

The blue flowers did not grow immediately, and the stars went to look for bluestones. Han Yiming was sad that Uncle Bai Ying couldn't recover, thinking that Uncle Bai Ying had already cultivated into a human form, so no one would have thought that she would come to naught. If I had known that she would also disappear one day, I would have used the spiritual root into the ink, so as to keep her, and now I can also let her grow again. The growth of Xingchen did not make Lingshan's fellow disciples feel strange, but everyone knew it, even the new disciples. In the past, bluestone ran behind him, and when he grew up, bluestone still followed him.

Two days later, in the evening, Han Yiming was awakened in the middle of the night. Lingshan couldn't be calmer now, but he was awakened, opened his eyes and sat up, he couldn't say anything unusual, and after sitting for a while, he found that he was awakened by the faint light of the fire.

When he got out, there was a flash of fire in the distance, and Han Yiming hurriedly rushed over. Although it was not far away, it was not close to it, and when I arrived, I saw that there was a oven there, and a bellows and an anvil were placed next to it. A sturdy man kept chopping firewood and picking it up and throwing it into the oven. Xingchen and Qingshi watched on the side, Xingchen was fine, Qingshi looked sleepy-eyed and crooked. The man was nameless, he was usually insane, but he couldn't see madness at this time.

Han Yiming looked at it for a moment and called out namelessly. Nameless was as deaf as ever, Han Yiming looked at the oven, bellows and anvil, and really didn't know where he got it. Knowing that he couldn't ask the result, he turned around and asked Xingchen: "Xingchen, why did he come here?" Xingchen said: "Master, he wants to strike iron." Looking at the nameless deeds, he also knew that he was going to strike iron, what Han Yiming wanted to know was what he was going to do with iron, and where did these things come from. Then he asked, "What is he going to do with iron?"

Xingchen said: "Nameless has his own plans, and it is difficult for us to interfere, so just watch him do it." Han Yiming didn't believe what Xingchen said, with his knowledge of Xingchen, this kid must know many things that he couldn't know. It was his foreknowledge that he could come to Nameless before he did. But he didn't say it, and he couldn't do anything with him. Han Yiming looked around, no other fellow door came out, Qingshi had already lowered his eyelids and began to doze off, and then looked at the stars, he stared at Nameless with a pair of cold star-like eyes, with an interesting look, knowing that he couldn't ask anything, so he also sat down on the side.

The nameless general chopped the firewood from nowhere and stacked it neatly. He threw all the wood into the oven, saw that the fire was big, hugged a hug of wood and threw it into the stove, and pulled the bellows by himself, the flames rose and fell with his bellows, and the fire slowly turned from red to cyan. Seeing that the flames were getting higher and higher, Nameless threw another handful of firewood into the furnace, turned around and took a stone from the ground and threw it into the furnace. The stone was thrown into the furnace, and sparks flew everywhere, and the flame immediately went down. Han Yiming couldn't help but ask Xingchen, "That's a stone, what is the use of him burning stones?" Xingchen said: "Master, that's not a stone, it's a divine wood stone." but wood, which he took and burned wrought iron. Han Yiming stared at the Shenmu stone for a moment, before the stone was put into the furnace, Han Yiming didn't pay attention, and after putting it into the furnace, it was just a blue-black stone, and he couldn't see anything unusual.

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