Zhao Haoyang sighed: "The chirping of the birds is endless, I don't know what the brothers think, but I am annoyed. How can there be such a divine bird, it is more appropriate to call it a ghost bird. Listening to that voice made people's hearts and bones sour, numb, and terrifying. I didn't cultivate enough at that time, and when I heard it in my ears, my hairs stood on end, and my heart was empty. Night after night, with your eyes open, where can you sleep!"

Huang Jingxuan smiled: "Senior brother, so do I. I thought to myself, maybe it's not because my cultivation is not enough, it is originally a sacred bird, and we should have been in awe of it. It is unwilling to dissolve, where can the resentment in its heart be eliminated in a moment and a half? Even people's resentment needs to be resolved for decades, let alone it?" Han Yiming couldn't help but nodded.

Zhao Haoyang sighed: "It can be used for thousands of years to resolve its unwillingness and resentment, but we are mortal beings in the flesh, and we can't stand that voice." Even when night comes, it's nothing less than a nightmare. At night, everyone shuddered, and they couldn't talk about practicing during the day, so they all fell asleep!" Huang Jingxuan said: "Your master is always silent, and we have to be patient." I endured it for more than a month, and finally waited for your ancestor to make a move. Master said that Luan Niao's heart was unwilling, and it would not dissipate like this, and it would take 7749 days before he could take action to end these pasts. With that, he reached out from the place where it had touched death that day, and took out a verdant feather. Since the feather was removed, the desolate chirping was gone. Finally stopped the unbearable time I had been waiting for!"

Later, the patriarch accidentally obtained excellent purple gold, so he used these purple gold, and the verdant feather, to refine the Ming Yuan Sword. On the day of the sword, the purple gas and the yellow light intersected. The patriarch took the Ming Yuan sword in his hand, flicked it lightly, and said: "The phoenix is in the abyss, and the sound is clear in the wilderness." If you want to be a phoenix like that, so that you don't look back when you disappear, then this sword is called Ming Yuan, to fulfill your wish. The Ming Yuan Sword was a spirit sword, and the blade of the sword trembled and made a buzzing sound, as if it recognized the name. From then on, this sword was called Narubuchi!"

When he finished, there was silence in the room. Huang Jingxuan and Zhao Haoyang obviously remembered many things in the past, and their hearts fluctuated. Han Yiming was shocked to learn that there were such two stories in Mingyuan's sword at this time. looked at the sword of Mingyuan and looked at it, there were two stories of spiritual creatures in it, the story of Mi Rui, which made people's hearts ache, and the story of Luan Bird made people sigh.

Huang Jingxuan said: "Yiming, knowing its past, you should love this sword even more." You must know that although it has become a sword, it still has a spirit. You can feel your joys, sorrows, and sorrows. Objects that are close to your life and flesh and blood, don't wait to ignore them anymore! It is difficult for us to be by your side all the time, you should pay attention to this sword, it has an aura, and it will protect its master. It's here, your life is on it!" Han Yiming said in a low voice: "What the second master said is that the disciple should keep it in mind!" At this time, he knew that the Pingbo Daoist had violated the Ming Yuan Sword, and thus lost two hundred years of spiritual power. But I want the masters to tell this story just for themselves, but I'm afraid I guessed part of it.

Huang Jingxuan looked out the window, the sky had already brightened, and this statement was said all night. Han Yiming didn't feel tired at all, and he actually had some apologies for the two masters, they were busy with a few senior brothers during the day, and they couldn't rest well at night. I felt sorry in my heart, and said: "Uncle, uncle, it's all disciples who can't let you live and rest!" Zhao Haoyang has smiled and said: "You don't have to worry about us, after so many years of practice, you can't even survive a little night, so it's really a vain cultivation!" Huang Jingxuan said: "Yiming, we still have to rest here for a few days, you can rest in peace for a few more days!"

Han Yiming's face turned red and said, "The disciple is much better, you can continue on the road!" Huang Jingxuan smiled: "Don't worry, let's not leave." The head of the road has already told us that he will stay here for a few more days. You should take the opportunity to rest!" He stood up and said, "Let's go back!" He clapped his hands lightly, and there was a soft "snap" sound, untying the silence knot, and walking out of the house with Zhao Haoyang.

A few days later, Han Yiming and his brothers helped the villagers build houses. In fact, in the two days he lay in bed, several of the burned houses had been built, and all that was done afterwards was some repairs. It's easy to build, but it's hard to repair. The disciples traveled back and forth every day, looking for objects that could be repaired. Sometimes there are a few broad leaves, sometimes there are a few thick and long tengs, and there are countless of them. These small objects can be found everywhere in the mountains and wilderness, but they are only used temporarily, but they are easy to find. Fortunately, in Lingshan, the people flew with their swords, and it was not difficult to get there.

They are flying around, it has long become commonplace, and even Han Yiming is used to it. The people in the village were frightened at first, and even looked at them as if they had seen a ghost, and they were in awe to the extreme. But if you see them a few more times, you will settle down, and the bold children will still pester them to follow the sky to have a look.

Han Yiming didn't know how to repair it, and looked around for objects, but he also helped very easily. Sima Lingyi showed him the old objects, and he went to look for them. In the past few days, the Pingbodao people have been sick and lying in bed, and they haven't even come out of the door, so they won't be any disadvantage to him. What's more, he suffered the loss of Han Yiming's Mingyuan sword, so he should not dare to move lightly for a while. Han Yiming let go of his courage and ran around.

Sima Lingyi handed him an extremely tough teng strip and asked him to help him find it, and Han Yiming made a sword and flew into Tiemang Mountain. Whenever he saw Teng Man, he went up and pulled it a few times, and looked at a few places, although Teng Tiao was very flexible, he always felt that it was a little thinner, and he didn't like it very much. He searched for a while, and finally found a good one, and slashed it down with the Naruto Sword.

He was about to fly into the air when he heard a sound from the woods beside him, and after a moment it stopped, and after a while, there was a soft sound, as if something was coming towards him. Han Yiming became alert, and the imperial envoy sword flew up the tree and looked down.

In the dense forest, a man came out. This person was wearing a cyan Taoist robe and a hair crown on his head, and he was a disciple of the Pingbo Dao people. Han Yiming stood tall, he couldn't see his face clearly, and he didn't know who it was. But seeing that he was carrying an ordinary wooden sword on his back, not a spade sword, he knew that it was not a Pingbo Daoist, but a disciple of his disciples.

He stooped down and searched for a while on the ground, pulled up a grass, took it into his arms, and turned to leave. Han Yiming saw that he was picking herbs, and knew that he was helping the people of Pingbo Dao to collect medicines, and he didn't know whether he was happy or disdainful. Shaking his head slightly, he pointed forward with the index and middle two fingers of his left hand-

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