When leaving that sad place, Han Yiming glanced at the tattered white dragon on the ground in the air. When he raised his head, he saw a man in purple standing in the sky in the distance. Purple clothes, she was still standing in the wind, and she also looked at the white dragon below. Han Yiming couldn't help but think of the two lines of blood and tears she once shed, the white dragon died, and she was also very sad, but what Han Yiming wanted to be confused about was that she seemed to have a deep love for the white dragon, but she never stood on the side of the white dragon. Although she couldn't really fight with the white dragon, she was completely opposite the white dragon when the white dragon came to embarrass everyone. What kind of state of mind is she? Can she be so contradictory? Han Yiming couldn't figure it out, and he didn't have the mind to think about it. flew far away, and when I looked back, I could still see the purple in the sky.

After returning to Lingshan for a long time, Han Yiming would resee everything before the white dragon died in his dreams. Sometimes it's his abundance, but he's merciless! Sometimes it's his empty, shivering eyes on himself. And sometimes it was the last struggle of his torn body that he couldn't bear to witness. Naturally, the last glimpse of the master and the fourth uncle is indispensable. Every time, I woke up in a drenched sweat, my heart beat like a drum, and I opened my eyes wide to the dark and quiet roof, and then gradually calmed down.

It's all in the past, but he always sees it again and again in his dreams! Wiping the cold sweat on his head, he didn't make a sound, nor did he shout in his dreams, so he never woke up Gu Qingquan in the same room every time. But when he looked at Gu Qingquan, he found that although Gu Qingquan was lying on the bed, his eyes were open, and he was also in the silence of the room, looking at the roof clearly!

In the silence, Gu Qingquan sighed: "Senior brother, are you having nightmares again?" Han Yiming also sighed: "Senior brother, I'm sorry to disturb you!" Gu Qingquan said lightly: "No! You didn't disturb me! I couldn't sleep by myself! I heard you turn over in bed, and, well, junior brother, you, you cried! The voice was very low, but I heard it! Are you in pain in your dreams? I listen to you every night and can't sleep! Why do you have to do this? Why don't you cry heartily?" Han Yiming was stunned for a moment, reached out and touched his cheek, his cheeks were moist! It turned out that he was crying in a dream, but he didn't know it!

Gu Qingquan looked at the roof with his eyes and said, "Senior brother, I'm also very sad. I don't understand, in the end, how could it become like this?" Han Yiming was silent, no one would have expected that it would be like this! On the day he returned to Lingshan and saw the master, Han Yiming didn't dare to look at the face of the master. But it is unavoidable that Master Uncle is a Master Uncle after all, and from then on, the disciples who follow Master to practice, including themselves, will continue to practice with Master Uncle. The disciples who used to practice with the fourth uncle continued to practice with the fifth uncle. Practice, or continue. The so-called iron-clad battalion and flowing soldiers originally referred to the endless and endless years!

Both of them were silent, each thinking in their hearts. After a long time, Gu Qingquan said: "Senior brother, fortunately, we didn't see Bailong's submission! He refused to accept until he died, without the slightest compromise! It was also because of his intransigence that I felt not so sad! Alas!" Han Yiming couldn't speak, Gu Qingquan was right, if he saw Bailong's compromise and submission, I don't know what kind of mood he was in now? I couldn't help but sigh again, maybe it was because of Bailong's unyielding death, and my heart became more and more sad. But what Gu Qingquan said was also right, if Bailong gave in at that time, I was afraid that he would be even more sad!

Gu Qingquan said: "Senior brother, you should also be cheerful! Everything must be forward, it's good!" Han Yiming was speechless, and was silent for a while before he said: "Thank you Senior Brother for persuading! Well, go to sleep!" turned over to the window, but still kept his eyes open.

I didn't sleep all night, and after dawn, I came to Yule with all the senior brothers. As usual, when Qin Wufang spoke to his disciples, he was also silent and deaf to him. After all the senior brothers asked the master uncle their questions and asked for an explanation, everyone said goodbye together. Han Yiming also stood up and went out, only then did he turn around, and then he heard the master say: "Yiming, you wait!" Han Yiming stopped his steps, turned around, and still lowered his head. These days are muddy, and I can't help but feel a little weak, and I am in a low mood, so I don't dare to raise my head and face the master.

All the senior brothers came out one after another, he was in a daze these days, although people came to the master, but they never listened carefully to what the master said. And until today, the master called him, only to come back to his senses, listening to the senior brothers have gone out, Yu Ai, except for the "rustle" sound brought by the wind passing through the bamboo, it is a silence. The master didn't say anything, Han Yiming suddenly felt mixed feelings in his heart, for no reason, bursts of sadness surrounded him!

After a long time, I heard the master say: "Yiming, you sit." Han Yiming sat down on the bamboo chair, still not daring to raise his head. I am afraid that when I raise my head, I will cry sadly and cry bitterly. After a while, I only heard the master say: "Yiming, why are you suppressing yourself so much? Come, come, drink a cup of tea, after drinking, I have something to say to you!"

A white porcelain teacup was handed in front of him, and a few pieces of light green new tea were gently stretched in the teacup, and the tea fragrance was overflowing. Han Yiming picked up the teacup and took a sip. I couldn't tell the good from the bad, but there was a sour feeling in my nose, and it seemed that something had gathered from all four limbs to my chest, and it had condensed into a huge piece on my chest, and it was rushing towards my head.

Qin Wufang said: "Yiming, in this cup of tea, I added a small spell, called the Penetration Method." I see that you have been holding back for a long time, it is better to go through it once and cry happily!" Before his words fell, Han Yiming had already lost his voice and began to cry bitterly, and he never expected that his crying was so loud, and he was a little hysterical in his ears. Where can I still hold this cry, I cried in a fit of anger, and cried hard.

The more he cried, the more the depression in his heart loosened, and the more he cried, the more he felt happy! Gradually, his heart became refreshed. After he cried, his heart eased a lot, wiped away the tears on his face and said, "Thank you, Uncle Master, the disciple is much better!" Qin Wufang said: "Yiming, crying, it's not good if you don't see it." You don't have to be too depressed!" Han Yiming nodded: "Disciple remember the teachings of the master. Qin Wufang said, "Okay, I'll give you a piece of clothing." ”

Qin Wuxiang pointed to the bamboo table over there, and Han Yiming had already seen that there was a neatly folded plain dress on the bamboo table, which was spotless. Qin Wufang said: "This is what your master worn, you don't have to think about things, but I see that you are indeed a child who values friendship, this set of clothes will be given to you, although it was worn by your master, but I have also used spells, and it has a new look, you can also wear it." ”

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