Huang Jingxuan also stopped, sighed and said, "Zishang, if you really help me this time, I will never shirk what I can." Not listening to Zishang's answer, Han Yiming sighed and said, "Second uncle, let's go." I only heard Zishang sneer: "Let's go, if you go for another four days, where will the bloody breath still cover the fragrance of Xianzhi, and when the time comes, I don't know how many Muzhi will be buried in the belly of the Pingbodao people." It's so good, it's so good. Although Muzhi is rare, it is not just one or two, and it is very delicious!"

Zishang was scathing and gloating, Han Yiming was angry, but he was not articulate. Besides, when the master was by his side, it was not his turn to speak, so he had to grit his teeth and endure it. Huang Jingxuan also sighed, turned around, and said, "Zishang, if you can help, I am grateful." I only heard the purple clothes in the room coldly "snort", indescribable contempt. Han Yiming saw that Zishang refused to help, and the second master was also very embarrassed, so he gritted his teeth and said, "Second uncle, let's go back." ”

Huang Jingxuan raised his hand and shook it lightly twice, and then said to the room: "Zishang, you just look at my face, how about helping him?" Zishang snorted coldly again. Han Yiming sighed softly: "Second Master, let's go back." Huang Jingxuan sighed, and before he could speak, he only heard Zi Yi in the room say coldly: "If you want to go back, go back, I can see how you can be." Huang Jingxuan said: "Yiming, don't be capricious. Han Yiming couldn't help but say, "Second uncle, I'm not willful. Anyway, let's go back. Zishang sneered: "Okay, you can go back, forgive me not to send it far!"

Huang Jingxuan glanced at Han Yiming, sighed again and said, "Zishang, please ......" Before the words were finished, Zishang in the house had already rushed to say: "You don't have to invite me, isn't he quite capable?" Let him finish it himself. Han Yiming ignored her and said, "Second Master, let's go." Huang Jingxuan said: "Yiming, don't be willful." Han Yiming shook his head: "Second uncle, let's go." It's not that I'm willful, if my two fingers will bury these many Muzhi who have practiced for hundreds of years, these two fingers, don't do it. ”

As soon as his voice fell, a crisp laugh from Zishang came from inside the room: "To put it lightly, if it is nonsense, it is better to save it." Han Yiming said lightly: "It's all cultivation, how can I spoil the cultivation of so many spiritual things because of me." On the spiritual mountain, the most useless disciple is me. Missing my two fingers, it doesn't matter. Huang Jingxuan hurriedly said: "Yiming, don't be so willful." ”

Han Yiming sighed and said, "Second Master, I know that the Ten Fingers are connected to the heart, but I don't want to watch Mu Zhi being eaten alive by Pingbo Dao, I really ...... It's just a pity that the Mingyuan sword can't see blood, so I ask the second master to borrow the sword and use it, and I can cut my fingers. Huang Jingxuan shook his head and said, "No, no, let's think of other ways." Han Yiming sighed, looked at the two fingers that were coated with dried blood, and said, "After all, if the parents of the body are damaged, they will not live with their parents. But if so many Muzhi were killed because of these two fingers, where would they not care about this. They don't deserve to die, they don't deserve to die in the mouth of the flat wave chief, at least not to lick my fingers. ”

As soon as the words fell, a bright light flashed in front of him. The bright light fell in front of Han Yiming's feet, but it was a small dagger, the blade was as thin as paper, and the cold light was shining. I only heard Zi Sheng say coldly: "If you have this heart, I will lend you this dagger." The Ming Yuan Sword has no blood, can it be that blood can be seen when the wind splits and the clear water? You are a disciple of Lingshan, don't you know that the blades on Lingshan are not bloody? It's not as good as my dagger. Then he said, "It's getting late, I can't keep you, go back." ”

When she had said this, she said no more. Huang Jingxuan sighed, shook his head, and Han Yiming said: "Second Master, can't the blades of Lingshan be bloody?" Huang Jingxuan nodded and said: "The blades of Lingshan are spiritual, and the disciples are not strong enough, and if they have bloody blades, they will be swayed by the blades, not the left and right blades." Han Yiming was extremely disgusted with Zi Shang and didn't want to use her things, but after hearing this, he looked at the dagger for a while, sighed, and bent down to pick up the dagger. The blade of the dagger is no more than two inches long, and the handle of the knife is only more than an inch, small and exquisite, and the edge of the blade flashes with cold light, which is very sharp.

Han Yiming took a look, carefully put away the dagger, and said to Zishang's thatched hut: "Thank you, Daoist Zishang." I only heard Zishang say coldly: "No thanks." However, my sword is also a spirit thing, and it can only be used after four days, until the top of my head. It's early, it's late. Han Yiming said in surprise: "Why?"

Zishang said angrily: "Where are so many why? Why should I tell you why? You can use it when you like, ask me what to do?" she suddenly scolded her head and face, Han Yiming was confused, stammered, and didn't know which sentence she offended her, so she had to stop talking. Huang Jingxuan looked at the dagger and said, "In that case, thank you very much." Leave. He arched his hand at the thatched hut in purple clothes, and returned with Han Yiming.

Han Yiming followed behind Huang Jingxuan, walked for a while, and then turned around, but saw that it was a small hill and a low forest, the same as when he came, the boundless flowers had long since disappeared, and the small thatched hut in purple clothes was also gone.

He had never had a good impression of Zishang, but at this time, his disgust became deeper and deeper, he glanced back and said, "Second uncle, don't worry about me." With two fingers missing, it doesn't matter if you think about it. Huang Jingxuan sighed: "As soon as you ming, you don't understand, there are some formulas that must be matched with gestures." You haven't learned that yet, so you don't think it's important, but in the future, you'll know what these two fingers are for. If the same mantra is used with the wrong finger or the wrong posture, the result will be greatly reduced. If these two fingers were dispensable, then I wouldn't have cared about it a long time ago. ”

Han Yiming also knew that the second master was kind and very grateful. In private, he had some hope that what Zishang said was a good word, and Zishang destroyed the Zi Taomu Sword, and he was quite repulsive to this person in his heart. It's just that he also wondered if he was dazzled at the beginning, how a short sword, although he didn't know whether it was copper, iron or steel, and a short sword made of different iron, would turn into a wooden sword in a moment, and he didn't even know if he saw the illusion first, or saw the illusion later.

It's a pity that the situation was very chaotic at that time, and later the wooden sword was destroyed unexpectedly quickly. Now I have learned to meditate and see, but there is nothing to see. Facing the two fragments, Han Yiming has seen them countless times, but no matter how you look at them, they are all two fragments, and there is nothing else to see, the small two pieces of scorched wood that are burned black and incomplete, if others see them, I am afraid that they will be thrown away long ago. But firstly, the young man had instructed him, and secondly, this was the only spiritual thing he had brought with him, and he had to take it with him no matter what.