The two came to the side of the mountain, and Lu Yueqing said: "You already have the Mingyuan Sword, and the sword of the ancestor is here, and the Ruyi Ring will not be able to come out to help you again." Go down the mountain yourself, and remember, Edgeworth's recipe is 'walk in the clouds'. With that, he took a step forward, and he was already falling downward. He went very quickly, and after a few moments, he was gone.

Han Yiming held the Mingyuan sword, stood on the side of the mountain, and cautiously glanced down, except for a few clouds, it was empty. Ten thousand miles high, even if you look at it, you are also dizzy. Seeing that Lu Yueqing had disappeared without a trace, she couldn't help but worry. I looked at the sword in my hand again and again, but I didn't know what to do. After staying for a while, I looked back, the grass was undulating, and the hut was still in its place in silence. After standing for a while, his body became cold, he sighed, and read the words "walking in the clouds" that Lu Yueqing said before leaving.

After reciting it again, the Ming Yuan Sword in his hand did not move. Han Yiming said in his heart: "Could it be that it can't be done once, then I will recite it three times in a row." He said aloud: "Walk in the clouds, walk in the clouds, walk in the clouds." "After reading it three times, there is still no movement. Han Yiming said in his heart: "Then I will keep reading, kowtow nine times to the patriarch's seat, and then recite it nine times in a row." So, he read it in a series of ways. He read it for a while, not counting it, but after nine times, he still stood there with the sword in hand. Very frustrated, after a while, he said in his heart: "Do you want me to step on it?" looked at the Ming Yuan sword, but he didn't dare to step on it.

He stood on the side of the mountain, thought about it again and again, tried countless times, read it aloud every time, and still found nothing. He sighed and shook his head, and suddenly thought, "Why didn't the master teach him to move? Could it be that there is another mantra on the sword? Could it be that the two mantras should be recited together?" Although the sword of Naruto was covered with patina, it was not visible that it was engraved with a spell, and the patina could not be wiped off with the sleeves of the coat. I couldn't help but sigh and said in my heart: "Master obviously said 'stop in the clouds'." Suddenly, there was a heat in the palm of his hand, and the Mingyuan sword bounced up with a "brush", and the originally drooping arm was dragged up by the sword, Han Yiming was stunned, and he pulled forward vigorously, and he couldn't help but let out an "ah", and the whole person was torn off the ground by the Mingyuan sword and flew out from the side of the mountain.

Han Yiming was stunned for a moment, then taken aback, looked down and saw the emptiness under his feet, cold sweat broke out from his vest, closed his eyes tightly, and dared to look down. He grasped the hilt of the sword with his right hand, and felt that there seemed to be a strong force on the hilt of the sword, and he was holding his right hand tightly. The sound of the wind whirring in his ears, the wind blowing in his face like a sharp blade made his face hurt, Han Yiming only said "walking in the clouds" in his heart, and he didn't dare to stop for a moment. I read it many times, for fear that as soon as I stopped, I would fall from the clouds and fall into that unknown place. He finally felt empty under his feet, and after a long time, he quietly opened his eyes, but he was floating in mid-air, and beside him was the small mountain peak of Patriarch Qingxiu. Fixed, he glanced down secretly, and quickly closed his eyes. At this time, he also grasped the hilt of the sword firmly with his left hand at some point, thinking that he grabbed the hilt with both hands when he was panicked, and clutched the hilt as a life-saving straw. Beads of sweat dripped down his cheeks.

After a while, he was still floating in the air, motionless. Han Yiming calmed down a little at this time, exhaled a breath, looked down, and became worried again: "How to go down? Can't you just float in the air?" suddenly remembered that he had recited the sword technique in his heart before, and the sword flew into the air with him, and at this time, I was afraid that I would have to recite it again in my heart. So I read it again in my heart, and after reading it, I added the word "down" below. I didn't know that I was still floating motionless, and I couldn't help but sweat again.

Suddenly, Qin Wufang's voice sounded in his heart: "Yiming, the first three words of the Imperial Sword Technique are unchanged, and the last word is the key, there are upper and lower, relatively speaking." At this time, he was in mid-air, not touching the sky and not touching the ground, and he was very afraid. But because of this, he was blessed to his heart, thinking about Qin Wufang's words, and said secretly: "Could it be 'walking under the clouds'?" As soon as he finished thinking about it, a strong force came from his hand, and the Ming Yuan Sword dragged him down quickly.

This time it sinks down, very quickly. Han Yiming only felt that the sky was spinning, his whole body was weak, sour and numb, the clouds passed in front of him, and it was easy to understand, and when he looked down, Lu Yueqing was already standing below. Suddenly, he seemed to feel that he had fallen from a thousand feet high, and all his internal organs had fallen to the bottom, Han Yiming's eyes were dark, but he immediately saw the light again. I saw Lu Yueqing smile and say, "Fortunately, I'm always wondering when you will be able to figure it out?" Han Yiming looked at it, but he was already on the ground, and his feet were on the ground. He looked at Lu Yueqing with both eyes, couldn't say a word, and was stunned for a long time before he came out of his breath. Lu Yueqing smiled at him and said, "The Mingyuan Sword is indeed a good sword, come on, follow me to meet your masters." ”

Han Yiming was dizzy before he stepped forward, and suddenly a jet-black thing fell from the sky, and with a "snap", it was falling in front of him, but it was the black scabbard of Mingyuan's sword. He was half frightened in the air, and he didn't know where to throw the scabbard, but when he landed in front of him, he remembered. Bending down to pick it up, he inserted the Ming Yuan sword into the sheath, held it in both hands, and followed Lu Yueqing towards Cuiwei Hall.

Before coming to Cuiwei Hall, Lu Yueqing walked straight in. Han Yiming held the Mingyuan sword and stood in front of the steps, only to see that the peach tree in front of the hall had long since disappeared, and the bamboo forest appeared again. At this time, it was noon, and the sun shone brightly on the bamboo leaves, which was very beautiful. Han Yiming was looking at it, and Lu Yueqing's voice had already come from inside: "Yiming." Han Yiming hurriedly withdrew his eyes, held the Mingyuan sword, and walked into Cuiwei Hall.

All the masters in the hall were all present, and as soon as Han Yiming came in, everyone's eyes were on him. Han Yiming lowered his head unconsciously, his eyes only looking at the bluestone slab under his feet. Qin Wufang said: "Yiming, do you recognize this sword?" Han Yiming said: "Uncle, the disciple heard that the master said that this is the Mingyuan sword. Qin Wufang said: "So, before your master tells you, do you recognize it?" Han Yiming shook his head: "The disciple doesn't recognize it." Qin Wufang said "um", and Han Yiming couldn't help but raise his head. I saw Qin Wufang's clear eyes looking at him, and he wanted to lower his head, but he couldn't. Qin Wufang looked at him for a moment and said, "Okay, you go out first." Han Yiming withdrew from Cuiwei Hall, didn't dare to walk away, and only stood under the hall.