Han Yiming said: "Uncle Shi, I figured it out. It turned out that I remembered her to thank her for her help. But I remember that her help will harm her, so the disciple would rather forget her than harm her!" Huang Jingxuan nodded and said, "Actually, I just want to see what your mind is like." Remember, it's the heart that matters. You have to be firm in your mind, and even if you can't forget, try not to think about it. If you can do that, it's almost like forgetting. It is better to forget each other than to forget each other! After tomorrow, there will be no trace of this matter!" stretched out his hand in front of him, wiped his fingers together, and made a "click" sound.

His last two sentences, listening to them in his heart, were unspeakably comfortable. Han Yiming realized something, and when he heard the soft sound of "click", he felt a little dizzy in his head, and after a while, he calmed down: "Thank you, uncle." Huang Jingxuan said: "Okay, it's not early, let's go back and rest, tomorrow morning, we have to go south." ”

Early the next morning, the two factions gathered together and headed south. Along the way, they inquired about any strange things, especially if there was a family that had children that was very strange, but there was never such a strange thing. Even when I heard that the children of a certain family were different, when I came to them, they were just naughty and couldn't see anything abnormal. Han Yiming also knew that they were here to look for the Demon Star, but looking for it like this was tantamount to looking for a needle in a haystack, and he didn't know what year or month he could find it.

He didn't want the Demon Star to bring unforeseen bloody disasters in the world, but he didn't want to punish the demons like Pingbo Daoren and others and share those benefits. The people of Lingshan were reluctant to punish the grass and tree elves they encountered along the way, but the people of Pingbo Dao and his disciples were very busy, and they would not be soft when they saw one by one.

The further south they went, the hotter and wetter it became. The people he met became more and more difficult to understand, and Han Yiming understood what it meant to be a "mortal hundred sounds", fortunately, Huang Jingxuan and Zhao Haoyang had both traveled down the mountain, and Sima Lingyi and Lu Jingxin had also been to many places. The disciples of Pingbo are also the same, so the journey has been very smooth.

After walking for more than a month, I walked into Tiemang Mountain. Tiemang Mountain is deep and densely forested, with layers of mountains and obstacles. There are also a lot of snakes, insects, rats and ants in the mountains, but the people of Pingbo Dao have suffered big losses before, and they are not allowed to provoke their disciples. He has always indulged his disciples in misconduct, and this time he restrained his disciples, which was also unexpected.

At noon on this day, Huang Jingxuan saw a village in front of him, although it looked like it was only a dozen or so simple wooden houses, but he saw the crowd, so he said to Pingbo Dao: "Brother Dao, we have been walking for a few days without seeing people, and it is easy to see a village here, let's rush over and rest here today." If it's convenient, you can also add some water. ”

The people of Pingbo Dao looked at it, Tiemang Mountain was lush and forested, and it stretched forward, thinking that it would take some time to come, so he said: "Okay, it's up to you." When everyone saw that there was a village in front of them, they all cheered up and walked forward. Han Yiming followed everyone for the past two months, and he was no longer weak when he went down the mountain. At that time, he gritted his teeth and was able to keep up with everyone, at this time everyone did not stop, he was not tired, everyone rested, and he also rested.

They did not even stop to eat lunch, but rushed forward, and by noon they had already entered the village.

It is a very poor village, in a col in Tiemang Mountain. The villagers were dressed in crude, one-colored black cloth, men, women and children, barefoot, with black cloth wrapped around their legs. Both men and women in the village have dark skin, and even the children have dark skin. Only one pair of eyes are black and white, very clear and clean.

When the villagers saw them coming, they all avoided early. When they reached the end of the village, the village was closed, and not even a single figure could be seen. Huang Jingxuan asked Sima Lingyi to come forward to inquire, but he couldn't ask why, and the villagers hid in the door, not even breathing. Sima Lingyi's family went to knock on the door and knocked around, but it was all like this, and they could only come back.

The people stood in the village for a while, and saw that the village was very poor, and every house had broken doors, mud houses and mud walls, and they all hid in their houses without saying a word, and they all looked at each other. Han Yiming looked around, but he didn't see anyone, but he felt that behind those wooden doors, there were countless pairs of eyes looking at this side. Their eyes shot through the cracks in the doors and windows, following them closely. Being regarded as a beast of a flood is nothing more than that, Huang Jingxuan can only shake his head and smile. Walk forward with the crowd. The village is very small, and it has not been long before it has reached the end of the village, and Pingbo Dao said: "Alas, I wanted to rest here, but I didn't know that I couldn't." Huang Jingxuan smiled and said: "Brother Dao, we are all cultivators, so we should follow fate." If you don't have this fate, don't force it. ”

The crowd walked forward again, and came all the way until they reached the west slope of the red eyes, and then stopped. Huang Jingxuan said: "We have also walked a long distance today, so let's rest here." Seeing that this was a small mountain col and that there was a spring nearby, the people of Pingbo Dao were just resting, so they said, "Okay." ”

The disciples stopped and scattered, and those who picked up branches, lit fires, and fetched water were busy. Pingbo Dao people said to Huang Jingxuan: "I thought that I didn't have to sleep in the mountains tonight, but I still had to spend the night in the wilderness." Zhao Haoyang had long been contemptuous of Pingbo Daoren, and when he saw him approaching, he walked away.

Huang Jingxuan said with a smile: "Brother Dao, everything should be obedient to people's will. People are unwilling to accept us, there must be a reason, and there is no need to worry about these little things. Besides, if you want to lie in bed and get a good night's sleep, can this little thing still be rare to stop Brother Dao? It's just that cultivation is to be at peace when you come and what you encounter. ”

Before he could finish speaking, he only heard the sound of horses' hooves in front of him, and he heard that there were many horses. Both of them shut their mouths and looked towards the sound. After a while, I saw a group of people walking among the trees.

The group of men and horses did not come quickly, and the two of them stood under a big tree, and waited for a while before they saw this group of men and horses coming. I saw six or seven men in front of me, and three people on the horses in the middle, all dressed cleanly. Behind the three men, a carriage was followed by two women, the curtains rolled up, and in the carriage sat two women. It was followed by several wagons, driven by coachmen, none of which had a canopy, but covered the full pile with tarpaulins. A few more men followed on horseback.

As the caravan approached, the men in front of them passed, but the three in the middle stopped, and one of them looked at them, jumped off his horse, and said, "Where did you come from?

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