I saw a little fluorescent light flickering in the distance, flickering bright and dark, coming this way. Han Yiming watched the fluorescent light get brighter and brighter, closer and closer, and bigger and bigger, and for some reason, he even slowed down his breathing. The light came quickly, and in the blink of an eye it had passed through the woods and came to them.

Only then did Han Yiming see clearly that this fluorescent thing was a grass. This grass was different from other grasses, the leaves were much wider and thicker, and there was a small ball in the leaf. Han Yiming looked at it for a while, and then realized that the round ball was growing on the body of the leaf, and he didn't know if it was a flower or a leaf. It's just that the grass is covered with white fluff, and the blades of the grass are covered with fluff on both sides, densely layered, as if the fluorescent light is coming from this fluff.

The grass flickered and flickered, bright in one place, but when it was dark and glowed again, it was in another place. I don't know how it passed, Han Yiming was very surprised when he saw it keep approaching. He had never seen flowers and plants running around in one place, how could he not be shocked when he saw it at this time?

The grass came closer, and when it shone brightly again, Huang Jingxuan suddenly stretched out his hand and grabbed it, and Han Yiming had already seen the grass appear in the hands of the second master. Huang Jingxuan smiled slightly, turned around, and slashed his right hand at Han Yiming's throat, Han Yiming only listened to his own voice and asked, "Second Master, what is this?"

Huang Jingxuan smiled: "This is called Furui." Once upon a time, I had only read it in ancient books, and it was said that it could bring the dead back to life, heal wounds and save lives. It's just that he was born spiritual, and he doesn't stay in the same place forever like other plants and trees, but he doesn't have a fixed place, and it's rare to see it, isn't it? Let's go, let's go find another one!" With that, he pulled Han Yiming and jumped on the Wind Splitting Sword. Towards another point of fluorescent light.

Huang Jingxuan took him and found another Furui, and then returned to the village. Han Yiming returned to the village, and suddenly remembered the charm, he couldn't speak, and then Huang Jingxuan was so focused on looking for Furui that he almost forgot about it. As soon as he returned to the village, Han Yiming thought about it and said, "Second Master, that spell ......" Huang Jingxuan smiled: "That's not a charm, that's a circle to catch Furui." Although Furi has no fixed residence, it is inseparable from the land. Thinking that Daoist Pingbo wanted to take some shortcuts and make up for the lost spiritual power earlier, he asked his disciples to find Fu Rui. If she is blocked by those circles, she can't run anywhere else. ”

Han Yiming let out an "ah" and said, "Fu Rui is very similar to Mu Zhi!" Huang Jingxuan was stunned for a moment, and said with a smile: "Yiming, don't think like this! Although most of the plants and trees are the same, if you think like this, it will be wrong." It was wrong for him to eat Muzhi in the past, but now that he is sick, Fu Rui can heal his wounds, and he uses it to heal his illness, so there is nothing wrong with it. If a person is seriously ill and dying, then it is a good thing to be able to save his life with Muzhi. After a thousand years, Ganoderma lucidum is still Ganoderma lucidum, but it has become humanoid, but it is not actually human. Isn't it good to save people?"

When the two returned to the house, it was already midnight. Han Yiming was about to say goodbye and leave, Huang Jingxuan suddenly asked, "Yiming, what's going on?" Han Yiming was stunned for a moment, Huang Jingxuan had already said: "Yiming, what injury did the head of the Pingbo Dao suffer?" Han Yiming couldn't think of what he had experienced, but he knew in his heart that something must have happened. I just couldn't think of it, so I couldn't help it, and I just said, "The disciple doesn't know either!"

Huang Jingxuan said: "Is it the Mingyuan Sword?" Han Yiming was stunned, and Huang Jingxuan said: "I thought about it for a long time, only the Mingyuan Sword can break the spiritual power of the Pingbo Daoist in one fell swoop, and I can't join forces with your uncle so cleanly and quickly." He had no power to fight back, and he didn't even take out the Seven Ring Treasure Mirror!" Huang Jingxuan said: "Yiming, did you meet Pingbo Dao Chang alone?" I didn't expect it to be so fast, but fortunately, you didn't have any accidents! The Mingyuan Sword would have protected the Lord, after all, it was a spirit sword, and it was not similar to other swords. The four swords of Lingshan all have their own spirituality, and the Mingyuan Sword has even more aura, after all, such a sword is rare in the world!"

Han Yiming really couldn't remember anything, just nodded and didn't respond. Huang Jingxuan said: "Although Furui is good, but the head of the Pingbo Dao will eat all the Furui in the world, and it will be difficult to recover." With two hundred years of spiritual power, if it was really the Ming Yuan Sword, he would definitely hate you to the bone, but he would also be afraid of you. He won't dare to provoke you until his spiritual power is restored. And the seven-ring treasure mirror, he can't use it. This is also good, in this way, a lot of things will be saved on the way!" Han Yiming knew the meaning of his words, the people of Pingbo Dao could not use the Seven Ring Treasure Mirror, and the disciples of Lingshan would be much less dangerous. He has lost his spiritual power for two hundred years, and he will no longer be embarrassed by the Lingshan Sect everywhere, which can be regarded as a good thing.

They rested here for a few more days, and when the people of Pingbodao were better, they went forward. The couple didn't want any gold and silk, and the couple was helpless, so they forced the white jade pendant hanging around the child's neck, saying that the villages in front of them all recognized his jade pendant, and if they passed by, they could have enough water for them along the way. Drinking water supply is the most concerned thing for people who have traveled long distances, Huang Jingxuan is very grateful, and told Han Yiming to take it. Han Yiming was very surprised, and when he was hesitating, Huang Jingxuan had already said: "Yiming, after all, you rescued the child." You can take it!"

Han Yiming had to take it in his hands, and the couple still said how to find them if they were needed in the future. Han Yiming had no choice but to respond, but he didn't listen to it. I just looked at the little baby, and saw that he was fat and white, very cute, and I felt a faint sadness and joy in my heart. The people in the village also prepared some gifts for each other, all of which were mountain goods. Huang Jingxuan insisted on not accepting it, and after repeated efforts, Huang Jingxuan had to smile and say, "I only need a handful of white rice!" Although the people in the village didn't understand, they still went down to get a lot of white rice. Huang Jingxuan looked at it and said with a smile: "One handful is enough." He stretched out his hand and grabbed a handful, took out a piece of Supa, wrapped it in it, and took the people of Lingshan and headed south. After recuperating behind closed doors, the people of Pingbo Dao were no different from before, but their expressions had completely changed to deep resentment.

Han Yiming was even a little afraid that he would look at him, and the people of Pingbo Dao were no longer the same as in the past, staring at his back tightly. But it was swept by it inadvertently, but even the viciousness and resentment in this glance were enough to make people feel cold. Han Yiming felt no guilt at all for losing his spiritual power for two hundred years. As long as he thinks of the innocent senior sister who died, and the fifth senior uncle who was almost killed by him, he feels that he should lose another two hundred years of spiritual power. But no matter how much spiritual power he lost, he couldn't get it back. Han Yiming could only sigh-

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