The two were relatively speechless, Han Yiming was full of sadness, but after a while, he heard Gu Qingquan say: "Senior brother, why are you so sad?" Han Yiming was surprised, he had not been with Du Qingfeng for a long time, and seeing him turn into dust, the sadness in his heart was unbearable. Du Qingfeng and Gu Qingquan have known each other for many years, Han Yiming thought that Gu Qingquan would be even more sad, but when he looked up at him, he was indifferent, and he couldn't help but be surprised.

Gu Qingquan said: "Little junior brother, look away." After all, Brother Du is also over 300 years old. Ordinary people, where can they live to this age, they have already been reincarnated a few times. His life is not too short, and there is nothing else to think of. After all these years, what else can't be seen through? What else has not been experienced?" Han Yiming was stunned to the side, Gu Qingquan smiled and said: "Little junior brother, it's not that I don't have friendship, I also feel sorry. After all, I've known him for years. Isn't it a long road to practice? The so-called long road, you can realize it slowly. The longer you live, the more you should look at these things. Besides, even if you die, isn't there still reincarnation? Therefore, death is not the end of life. Maybe it's a new beginning. ”

Han Yiming said: "Senior Brother Du, he is not dead, but, but ......" and "turned into ashes", he couldn't say it, and he was always a little unbearable in his heart. Gu Qingquan smiled slightly: "Turning into flying ashes, yes or no?" Yiming, the flying ashes are free, flying all over the sky, you can go wherever you want, what's wrong? What mortals want to do but can't do, flying ashes can do. What's so bad about that?"

When he said it, Han Yiming had to open his mouth and stammer, and everything Gu Qingquan said was right. It's just that Han Yiming couldn't help but say: "Senior brother, you, how much are you, how many ......" hesitated for a while with the word "advanced age", but still swallowed. Gu Qingquan said with a smile: "Little junior brother, I'm also over one hundred and sixty years old. Although Han Yiming had expected it, he was still surprised. Gu Qingquan said: "Are you surprised? But compared to the masters and many senior brothers, my age is nothing at all. The senior brother is nearly 500 years old, and of course his cultivation is outstanding among his disciples. ”

In the early morning of the next day, Han Yiming poured the jasper bamboo, held the phaseless treasure mirror in his arms, and came to Yule. From afar, you can see the ups and downs of bamboo waves, and the sound of bamboo fragrance and "brushing" is refreshing. Qin Wufang's hut became more and more silent in the bamboo shadows. When he came to the door, the wooden door had already been opened, Han Yiming stopped his steps in front of the door, and Qin Wufang's voice was already heard in the house: "Yiming, come in." ”

Entering the house, Qin Wufang sat on the bamboo couch as before, his kind face and white eyebrows drooping. Han Yiming couldn't help but feel a little emotional, and he only called "Uncle Shi" and was speechless. Qin Wufang smiled: "Yiming, come, sit down." Han Yiming sat down on the wooden chair in front of him, and was about to reach out and take out the Phaseless Treasure Mirror from his bosom, Qin Wufang said, "Let's wait." ”

Han Yiming withdrew his hand, and Qin Wufang said, "Ling Yi, come in." Sima Lingyi came in from outside the house, and Han Yiming had already stood up, called out to Senior Brother, and stood aside. Sima Lingyi said: "Master, the disciple came to return the centering needle. He took out the centering needle from his bosom and handed it to Qin Wufang. Qin Wufang took the reassuring needle and said, "Okay, Ling Yi, you go down first." Sima Lingyi withdrew from the house, Qin Wufang took a closer look at the centering needle, and then said, "Yiming, you sit." ”

Han Yiming sat down on the chair again, and was about to take out the Phaseless Treasure Mirror, but saw Qin Wufang put the centering needle on the tip of his index finger, and gently turned it a few times, a drop of red and blackened blood seeped out from the tip of the needle, Qin Wufang's right palm stretched out, and the drop of blood fell on his palm, flashing lightly a few times, and slowly becoming crystal clear. Qin Wufang swiped his right palm lightly, and the drop of blood jumped up, and Han Yiming could see at this time that it was no longer a drop of blood, but seemed to have really become a glittering ruby.

Qin Wufang took the ruby with two fingers and looked at it, "Yiming, do you know what this is?" Han Yiming was stunned for a moment, and suddenly understood, and said, "Master, this is the blood of the mallet spirit worm!" Qin Wufang smiled slightly and said, "That's half right, think about it again." Han Yiming clearly saw that this centering needle was pierced into the blind eye of the mallet, and when he fought with Chelari Maha later, the centering needle was not pierced into Chelari Maha. Then the centering needle must be stained with the blood of a mallet, but when you say it, the master is only half right, so what else can it be?

Thinking back to what I saw that day, the centering needle was pierced into the eye of the mallet. Suddenly, a flash of inspiration flashed in his mind, and he said, "Uncle Master, is this the spiritual power of the mallet?" Qin Wufang smiled slightly and said, "Yes." This is the spiritual power of the mallet. Han Yiming was surprised, Qin Wufang said: "The centering needle is made of white dragon bones, and it is effortless to wear copper and iron, not to mention this white dragon, this white dragon has nearly two thousand years of spiritual power, and the spirit insect is only eight hundred years, regardless of the species, the cultivation of the two can no longer be compared, how can it block this needle?" If it weren't for it, you'd have had to go through a lot of trouble to get out of that mirage!"

Han Yiming suddenly realized, it turned out that the mallet spirit insect was blind in one eye, and it was suddenly absorbed by the centering needle for two hundred years of spiritual power, so the second master was able to break its mirage in an instant. Qin Wufang said: "This little bit is two hundred years, two hundred years!" he sighed and stopped talking. Han Yiming listened to the sigh of the master and seemed to have a deep meaning, so he didn't dare to interject, but just sat silently on the side. After a while, Qin Wufang said, "Yiming, you raise your head!"

Qin Wufang's voice had an indescribable strength, and Han Yiming couldn't help but raise his head, only to see that the master's eyes were as clear as water. Suddenly, I saw two points of golden light in those clear eyes, getting brighter and brighter, and my brain was dizzy, and I couldn't help but collapse on the bamboo chair. It was only a moment before he came to his senses. Sitting up, Qin Wufang let out a long sigh.

Han Yiming was puzzled, and suddenly remembered the Phaseless Treasure Mirror, and reached out to take out the Phaseless Treasure Mirror from his arms: "Uncle Shi, this is the Phaseless Treasure Mirror, I am here to return it." Qin Wufang didn't stretch out his hand to pick it up, but was stunned at one place. Han Yiming didn't dare to make a noise, just held the treasure mirror and stood aside.

After a long time, Qin Wufang said: "Yiming, has there been any change in your Phaseless Treasure Mirror?" His eyes were not facing this side, but seemed to be looking at a distant and void place, but Han Yiming had no doubt that he could see the emptiness above the Phaseless Treasure Mirror.

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