Thinking of this, he folded the piece of paper, put it in his arms, followed the path, walked through the hall, crossed the Wanxiang Bridge, and came to the front of Cuiwei Hall.

The senior brother said to him: "Senior brother is not among them, oh, junior brother is back? Senior brother is going to the cottage on the side of the road in Mirror Lake, junior brother, you go there to find senior brother." Han Yiming answered, thanked him, and turned back to the Meditation Courtyard. Before entering the courtyard gate, I heard the voice of someone in the courtyard, and when I looked inside, there was a senior brother talking in the courtyard. Compared to when he went out, there were more senior brothers who came back, and when more senior brothers came back, the senior sisters also came back more. Han Yiming was not at ease because of this. It's not that there are more brothers and sisters who have come back, it's a good thing. He didn't bother the talking brother and went back to the house alone.

He just put down what he was carrying, and went out to look for Ding Wu. Ding Wu was really in his former hut, just a small vegetable patch in front of his door, and it was still a barren place. The strange vegetables that had been removed were not moved back here. Han Yiming entered the room and saw Ding Wu sitting on a chair, pondering, and about to withdraw, Ding Wu had come back to his senses and called him: "Senior brother, you are back." Han Yiming said, "Senior brother, I'm back." But I didn't know what to say. He sighed, he couldn't even say such words, but said, "Senior brother, what do you want me to ......?" Before he finished speaking, Ding Wu shook his head: "Senior brother, I have a lot of work for you, you go back and rest." ”

Ding Wu was so depressed, and it was the first time Han Yiming had seen him. Knowing that the senior brother must have something in mind, he will do this, so don't disturb him, stop talking, and turn around. He returned to the meditation courtyard, took out the piece of paper and looked at it carefully, and there was no abnormality, I really don't know how the flower path people could do this during the day, but this matter has reached this point, but it can't be asked again. How did the senior brothers know what the smallpox Daoist was thinking? At this time, he would not have seen the smallpox Daoist, but only when he couldn't see it, it made people more and more confused.

Later, when Gu Qingquan came back, he and Han Yiming hadn't seen each other for many days, so he couldn't help but ask more about what happened to him at Pingbo Daoren. Han Yiming said a little, and also said that the Pingbo Daoist wanted to join his sect to be his disciple, Gu Qingquan sneered: "He is thinking like this, you don't have to take it to heart, you can only act as if he never mentioned it, it is really disrespectful to the old man, how can there be such a robbery of other disciples!" The two talked for a while, and also picked up the blank paper of the smallpox Taoist and looked at it carefully, but Gu Qingquan couldn't see what the Baihua Daoist meant? He always had to get up early and rest early, and when he saw that it was not early, he went to rest.

Han Yiming was also tired, lying on the bed, closing his eyes, but he had doubts in his heart, where could he sleep? Suddenly he woke up and looked at the table next to the bed. He put the piece of paper given by the smallpox Taoist on the table, he was confused before, and he couldn't see it really, but when he turned over, he saw that there seemed to be something faintly on the paper, and he woke up in shock. When I got up, I saw that there seemed to be a few words on the paper, and my heart moved, and I reached out to take the paper, but I saw that the handwriting on the paper had melted away, and it was getting lighter and lighter. If there is a lamp at this time, it will be clear, but unfortunately there is no lamp in their house. If the handwriting is thicker, it can be seen clearly, but the handwriting is very light. Where did Han Yiming have time to light the lamp, and hurriedly lit the candle flame of the Van heart, he lit the candle flame of the Van heart fast enough, but the handwriting dispersed faster, and when he lit the fire, the handwriting was already scattered!

The smallpox Taoist really didn't give him a blank piece of paper, Han Yiming took the blank paper in his hand and looked at it over and over again. It's not a spell either. If it's a charm, it should be seen by yourself, and then there is any change. But he didn't see it and changed, Han Yiming knew that the smallpox Dao people had something to say to him that others couldn't know. But what will he say? Ask yourself to go somewhere else, or mention what he seems to have promised? Whatever it is, it must be true!

He sat up and took the piece of paper in his hand to look at it. The flame of the Brahmanic candle has never been extinguished. I don't know how long I sat there, although I didn't stare intently at the piece of paper, but my eyes were always on the paper. He was also tired, staring for a while, drowsy, his head sinking incessantly, but he still opened his eyes from time to time and glanced at the paper.

I don't know how many times I looked at it, and I don't know when, the handwriting was faintly visible on the paper. Han Yiming perked up and looked at the handwriting carefully. The handwriting was faint, and Han Yiming leaned over the candle flame against the paper and looked at it carefully. The handwriting of the Heavenly Dao people was quite wordy, and the handwriting was a little elusive at first, but after a while, it became clear, but Han Yiming couldn't understand what he wrote? It was obviously a word, but he couldn't understand it.

Han Yiming was extremely surprised, and after reading those words for a long time, he couldn't help but whisper: "What are you going to tell me?" As soon as he said that, the handwriting on the paper immediately changed, Han Yiming's eyes widened, only to see that the original handwriting disappeared, but a few words appeared behind. These words can be understood, Lingshan is abandoned!

Han Yiming was so shocked that he couldn't speak, what did he mean? What did Lingshan abandon? The note given by the smallpox Taoist showed the words, but Han Yiming was completely confused, what did he mean? Lingshan was abandoned? Did he mean that he had no intention of turning his back on his master? Even in his words, he never said that he was going to leave Lingshan! Why did he say this? Han Yiming sat in the shadows, thinking about every move in Pingbo Dao these days, word by word, he was also very careful at that time, and he didn't dare to slack off in the slightest, what he was afraid of was being caught by the Pingbo Dao people. In this situation, there will be no opportunity for the people of Pingbodao to take advantage of it. He thought about it again and again, and finally realized that he had done something wrong, even with that Qian Ruohua, he was also extremely careful.

Could it be that the smallpox Daoist was not talking about himself? Han Yiming's heart jumped, but he had never heard of which senior brother he had invited to go? Besides, when the senior brother of the same sect went, he knew that he was a guest at the Pingbo Dao people's place, so how could he not even meet him? This made him really puzzled. Could it be the smallpox Taoist people's plan to divide the world? It's hard to say. This person is also a bad idea, so in front of him, you have to be careful. Han Yiming nodded slightly, but did not speak. I just squeezed the piece of paper so hard that I crumpled it into a ball and held it firmly in the palm of my hand.

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Again, sad: the ditch in front of the house today is really sad!