Early in the morning, the sun is shining. The city is still as prosperous as it used to be, and all kinds of monks are walking back and forth. Ever since Han Ming and Yin Feng fought a great battle a few months ago, Han Ming's majesty had resounded in the Killing City.

Now whoever mentions Han Ming is full of admiration. After all, with the cultivation of the middle stage of the False Dan, he defeated the Yin Wind of the late stage of the False Pill and the magic weapon, which is not something that anyone can do.

And Han Ming was also very happy in his heart at this time, he found that his spiritual power was a cut higher, and it would not be too far from the late stage of the False Dan. At least at the time of the Great Competition in the Sect, it was still very promising to reach the late stage of the False Dan.

Most of the credit for this is Mo Lao's masterpiece, in the days when Han Ming was seriously injured, Mo Lao has been using his own spiritual power to gently moderate Han Ming's body, especially the Nine Turns Pill, which has a huge invisible spiritual power. Only then could Han Ming feel the traces of the late stage of the Fake Pill in a short period of time, if he relied on Han Ming's own cultivation, it would definitely not be so simple.

The "huhuhuhu" breeze was wafting in the killing city, and Han Ming was walking hand in arm with Murong Wan. From time to time, some people turned their heads and looked at Han Ming and Murong Wan with admiration and doubt.

What they admired was Han Ming's strength, and it was Han Ming's strength to defeat Zhang Hao and Yin Feng. I wonder how there can be an ordinary-looking and even ugly woman next to such a powerful person.

In the cultivation realm, all the female monks are almost all relatively beautiful. After all, spiritual power is constantly nourishing itself, and even the appearance will change somewhat, and only some women who practice strange exercises will be ugly.

But Han Ming didn't care about this, after all, he knew about Murong Wan's beauty. The intimate appearance of the two was exposed in front of everyone, and everyone sighed that Murong Wan was convinced.

The two walked to a small stall and saw that the stall was selling a ladies' long dress with gorgeous skin, and this long skirt turned out to be a high-grade magic weapon, which made Han Ming and Murong Wan a little surprised.

After all, a piece of clothing is still a magic weapon, and such a good thing can be said to be the only one. The person who sold this dress was a somewhat old-looking woman, her eyes were blank, and she should be a person who was about to reach the limit of her life, but she had not broken through.

"Han Ming, I've heard of the name for a long time. Did you fall in love with the concubine's feather spirit robe?" The old-looking woman asked with a smile when she saw Han Ming and Murong Wan stop at their stall.

Han Ming looked at Murong Wan's eyes bursting with essence, and he looked very fond of it, nodded and said with a smile: "Well, I don't know if this spirit robe is selling spirit stones or?"

The woman shook her head, sighed lightly and said, "I don't sell spirit stones for this spirit clothes, I only exchange them for pills that can prolong life." The concubine is about to reach the limit, but there is still one thing on her mind, so she took out this family heirloom treasure and sold it!"

After thinking for a while, Han Ming took out five or six thousand-year-old elixirs and said, "If these elixirs are refined into elixirs, they can naturally prolong their lives, I don't know if they can be replaced?"

After the woman took it, she looked at it carefully, sniffed it with her nose, and said with a happy face: "It turned out to be a thousand-year-old fire, and it has been changed, and the concubine body has been changed! With these elixirs, it is still no problem to live for more than ten years!"

After that, the woman carefully held the feather spirit robe with both hands, handed it to Murong Wan and said, "As long as this feather spirit robe is put on, it can automatically protect the master, which can be said to be very convenient." I hope that Taoist friends can cherish it!"

Murong Wan looked at the feather spirit robe intently, and after hearing what the woman said, she hurriedly took the feather spirit robe, and said gently: "Don't worry, I will definitely take good care of this spirit robe, and I like it very much!"

Looking at Murong Wan's happy appearance, Han Ming also smiled and thanked the woman: "Thank you Daoyou, if there is anything for Daoyou to ask Han to help, if you can help, Han will definitely help you!"

When the woman heard this, her face suddenly became a little strange, but she returned to normal in an instant, and she stopped speaking.

Han Ming glanced at the woman, obviously noticing the abnormality on her face, but she didn't say that Han Ming didn't think it was easy to ask, so she arched her hand and said, "Fellow Daoist, there will be a period in the future, and Han will live on the periphery of the Killing City Castle!"

With that, Han Ming took Murong Wan's hand and walked away. And after the woman saw Han Ming leaving, she bit her lip and seemed to be a little unspeakably difficult to speak, and when she raised her head, she found that Han Ming had already walked away, and she was immediately a little annoyed.

And since the last time Han Ming and Yin Feng had a big fight, the three of them didn't have to run around for the house, so they were naturally invited by Mo Lao to live in the peripheral residence, which was also a matter of concern for the three of them.

The most excited is Wu Tian, it turns out that Mo Lao has also dealt with Baling, and his attainments in swords are not low. In the past few days, Wu Tian has been pestering Mo Laoduo to teach him some things about sword intent, as well as how to comprehend sword intent faster.

It's no wonder that for those who cultivate the truth. What is difficult to cultivate is not spiritual power, spiritual power is easy to absorb, but what is difficult is a meaning. Whether it is the sword intent of sword cultivation or the exercises practiced by Han Ming and others, there must be an intention. Only when the meaning is reached, can it become its fire.

Slowly, Han Ming and Murong Wan walked to a riverside, the river was very green, and the green was very thorough. From a distance, the river seems to enclose the city in half a circle, and there are many awning boats swimming on the river.

Among them was a huge flower boat, on which a woman sat on the bow of the boat with a lute, playing and singing. When Han Ming saw such a woman, he unconsciously remembered that Ziyi, the Ziyi who played the piano.

Han Ming sighed lightly, and just as he was about to leave with Murong Wan, a sonorous and powerful voice sounded in his divine sense: "Fellow Daoist, since you are here, why don't you come to the flower boat to talk about it?"

Obviously, someone invited Han Ming. Han Ming took a deep look at the boat again, only to find the woman sitting on the bow of the boat, but not any man, thinking that the man should be sitting in the boat.

Originally, Han Ming didn't want to go, but after all, everyone had been invited, and he had no way to excuse himself. If you don't go over, just take a look, even if it's a small talk, then talk a few words and then go back, so that it won't hurt the harmony.

Han Ming smiled softly at Murong Wan and said, "Wan'er, you go back first! I have a friend who invited me to go and talk about it, I will naturally go back later!"

Murong Wan still looked at Han Ming with some concern, she didn't know how Han Ming would have friends in this place. However, for so long, no matter what Han Ming said, she was convinced, and this time was naturally no exception.

"Okay then, don't be careful, I'll go back first!" After saying that, Murong Wan bowed to Han Ming and walked in the direction of the castle, Han Ming kept looking at Murong Wan and walked away before flying towards the flower boat.

After getting on the flower boat, the woman who was talking about the pipa also stopped, smiled at Han Mingyan, and her voice was like fairy music: "Childe, please go inside, the master is waiting for you inside!" After that, the woman who was talking about the pipa sat down again and continued to talk about the pipa by herself.

At this moment, when Han Ming heard the sound of the pipa so closely, it felt as if it was soaring. Han Ming couldn't hear all the noise around him, he could only hear the big strings being noisy like torrential rain, the small strings cutting like a whisper, the noisy cutting and miscellaneous, and the sound of the pipa with the big beads and small beads falling on the jade plate.

Just as Han Ming was indulging in the sound of his pipa, the vigilant and deafening voice in the boat reached Han Ming's ears again: "It seems that Xiaoyou also likes the joy of my pipa, a fairy who is destined to come from afar, why don't you come in and drink a glass of water and wine?"

After a breath, Han Ming woke up suddenly. At this time, listening to this pipa sound again, it is no different from the sound of ordinary pipa, and the noise around it can be heard again, not like just now.

The woman who was talking about the pipa had no other look on her face, smiled charmingly at Han Ming, and did not speak.

Han Ming entered the ship and saw a majestic man in the emperor's uniform half-lying in the boat, his fingers constantly tapping slowly on the table, looking pleasing to the eye. There is a square wooden table around it, on which is placed a bottle of water and wine and some tea and fruit snacks.

What surprised Han Ming the most was the clothes that the man was wearing, the imperial robe was embroidered with a dragon pattern, a robe embroidered with a dragon pattern, his hair was scattered, and his feet were wearing a pair of golden pointed boots.

"Since Xiaoyou is here, you don't have to be polite. Wouldn't it be nice to have a drink here and listen to the real sound of the lute?"

After Han Ming heard this, he smiled heroically, and then half lay on the side of the table, closing his eyes and listening to the sound of the pipa. But for a long time, I didn't realize the real sound of the pipa, so I had to ask: "I don't know what the real sound of the pipa is?"

"Haha, what you heard just now was a flattering voice, which will make you fall into temptation. What everyone hears is a glamorous voice, and they only pay attention to the appearance, not the meaning. Good student experience, naturally know ~~~~!"

The man laughed and then closed his eyes and listened carefully to the sound of the lute. One moment his face was cheerful, the other was full of sadness, and the expression on his face changed with the sound of the lute.

Han Ming also closed his eyes at this time and listened carefully. It didn't take long for me to indulge in the sound of the lute.

At this moment, Han Ming finally understood the real sound of the pipa.

"The warbler is slippery, and the spring is flowing down the beach. The water spring is cold and astringent, and the condensation never stops. Don't have gloom and hatred, silence is better than sound at this time. At first glance, the water slurry burst out, and the iron cavalry stood out with swords and guns. At the end of the song, beware of drawing, the four strings sound like cracks. ”

The last sound stopped abruptly as if the lute was broken. Han Ming and the man both opened their eyes, and at this time, Han Ming said in admiration: "The real pipa sound is really extraordinary, very good, very good!"

The man also nodded with a smile, looked at Han Ming motionlessly, and said with a deep smile: "Well, I have listened to this pipa sound for a long time, and I can't have an epiphany. Although the sound of the pipa is good, but I don't think you are good, in the near future, you are riddled with murder and robbery!"