Han Yiming was stunned for a moment and said, "East, twenty miles." Liu Chenxing said: "Yes." Go and take a look. Han Yiming looked at Liu Chenxing, he let himself leave like this, presumably because of him. But seeing that Liu Chenxing is so steady, he shouldn't joke about Lingshan's things. But what did she mean? Do you want to let yourself get close to the Wanxuan of the Pingbo Dao people? Or let yourself get the things of the former Lingshan first? Presumably both.

Since Liu Chenxing is here, there is no need to make any plans to approach Wan Xuan Guan tonight. It's not difficult to get close to the Ten Thousand Voids, but Liu Chenxing also has to get closer, it's better to stagger it from time to time! Thinking of this, he said, "Thank you, Senior Brother, I'll go and take a look, now the things in Lingshan have been scattered, and there are very few of them." I should have taken a look. Liu Chenxing said: "Senior brother went, you have to look carefully, I also watched it for a long time before I saw it." ”

Han Yiming said goodbye to Liu Chenxing, turned around, looked at the east, and walked out of the city. Walking out of the East City Gate, and then walking out for a while, seeing that there was no one on the left and right, Edgeworth flew forward for about twenty miles, and landed on the ground, but it was a field. At this time, it was already the second half of the night, and there was no one in the field, Han Yiming looked around, and there were several farmhouses in the distance. Beyond a few farmhouses, there was nothing else. He fell very lightly, and most of the farmers had dogs, but they were not alarmed.

Standing in the middle of the field, looking around carefully, there was nothing different, Han Yiming thought about it carefully, and indeed walked in the east, and it was about twenty miles. Edgeworth flew into the air again, looking down closely. At this time, the sky was dim, the moonlight was weak, the starlight was sparse, Han Yiming looked around, and suddenly a spiritual light flashed in the corner of his eye, Han Yiming's eyes were sharp, and he immediately turned his head, looked at the direction, flew straight over, and landed there.

This is the head of the field, where Han Yiming fell, there is a bush of thorns, and there are thorns. That little bit of spiritual light flickered in the thorns. Han Yiming looked carefully at the thorns, and when he saw it, his aura brightened. A black sword was lying among the thorns! When Han Yiming looked at this sword, he knew that it was one of the hundred blades of Lingshan in the past! He had seen this sword when he chose it, but this sword was not his blade.

Han Yiming immediately turned around and came back, went straight back to the inn, and arrived at the house where he lived with Qingzhubiao, Qingzhubiao was sleeping soundly, snoring, and spreading his hands and feet. Han Yiming woke him up, Qingzhubiao slept soundly, but he was awakened by being woken up, he was very impatient, he opened his red eyes, and the scolding came to his mouth, and he saw that it was Han Yiming, and swallowed it back. He said in a dumb voice: "Master, in the middle of the night, don't you let your old man rest, and don't let your apprentice rest?" Han Yiming didn't say much to him, but said, "You get dressed and come with me." ”

Qingzhubiao was woken up by him in the middle of the night, it was really unhappy, but he was a master, so it was inconvenient to get angry, so he could only endure it, although he was dizzy, he still struggled to get up, tied his clothes and shoes, and followed Han Yiming out. Han Yiming was a little surprised, this disciple has always been the most talkative, and he likes to talk about things that don't matter, at this time, although he was full of reluctance, he didn't say a word, it was indeed different from before. He didn't say much, just took him out of the inn, walked through the east gate, and walked forward.

Along the way, neither of them made a sound, and Qingzhubiao was quite able to walk at this time, and his feet were very fast. Han Yiming wanted to take him over, but seeing that he was cowering, he might not be able to withstand the cold wind on this night. Twenty miles away, when the two of them walked to the small village, there was already a faint light in the sky. It's just that Li is before, but it was the most peaceful time, it was still silent, and the two of them didn't even alarm the dogs in the village.

Han Yiming took the green bamboo mark and went straight to the bush of thorns, and Han Yiming saw the spiritual light flashing in the thorns from a distance. I think it was the Lingshan disciple who approached, and the spiritual light on the sword shone brightly. Han Yiming said to Qingzhu: "Don't you want a sword, there is a sword in the thorn bush, you go and take it out yourself." Qingzhu Biao's face suddenly lit up, he had long wanted a sword, and when he heard this, he was really bright, looked at the thorn bush for a moment, and turned around and said, "Master, you didn't lie to me, did you?" Han Yiming instantly understood that Qingzhu Biao's cultivation was limited, and he couldn't really see the light emitted by the spirit sword. So he said, "Of course I saw it, so I asked you to get it." This is indeed the spirit sword of our Lingshan, but every disciple of Lingshan has to get the spirit sword by himself. ”

There was a difficult color on the green bamboo mark, and Han Yiming wanted to sweep away the thorn bushes, which was naturally a matter of effort, but he just wanted him to take it himself. Senior brother Lu Yueqing also let himself get the sword that day. Qingzhubiao looked at the thorn bush and said, "Master, then how can I take it?" Han Yiming said, "You have to find a way to do this." Lingshan's spiritual sword must be held by the Lingshan disciples themselves, if you can't afford this sword, the spiritual sword can't recognize the master, then you won't be able to use this sword very well in the future. ”

These words greatly encouraged Qingzhubiao, who looked at Han Yiming with both eyes, then looked at the thorn bushes, and said, "Okay, Master, then I have to take out this sword no matter what." Han Yiming smiled slightly, this disciple has such ruthlessness, it is really surprising. It's up to him to get that sword out.

Qingzhu looked at the thorn bush for a moment, then turned back and said, "Master, you go back first." Han Yiming was slightly surprised, glanced at him, and Qingzhu said: "Your old man looks at it like this, but I can't do it, your old man goes back, I will have a way to get this sword out." ”

Han Yiming looked at this apprentice carefully, his face was full of excitement, his eyes lit up, and he looked at the sword carefully. Han Yiming didn't know the name of this sword, but the unique color of this sword, he remembered it very clearly. Seeing that Qingzhubiao was so happy, he said: "Okay, I'll go away, you can take it yourself." When he looked around, he saw a small mound over there, and said, "I'll wait for you over there, and when you get it, come to me." Qingzhubiao was excited, and he didn't care where he went, so he just said: "Master, just go, I'll take it." ”

Han Yiming didn't care about him, turned around and walked away, he walked to the small earthen hill, turned around, but saw Qingzhubiao standing in front of the thorns, scratching his ears and cheeks at the sword inside, obviously overjoyed. Han Yiming suddenly felt indescribably sad, thinking that the hundred swords of Lingshan were thrown all over the ground so casually. No matter which sword is excellent, it is different, and it is full of aura. Lingshan disciples, who doesn't have a sword? Whose sword is not a spirit sword? But now, how difficult it is to find a spirit sword. Han Yiming didn't even know where to look!