Han Ming leaned under the big tree alone, kept opening the wine jar, and kept drinking. Originally, Han Ming never knew what it was like to be sad for love, and he had never understood Ye Gucheng's feelings, but now he understood.

Now he just wants to numb himself, just wants to forget all this, otherwise he will be so uncomfortable. A jar of wine could not stop Han Ming's thoughts, nor could it stop Han Ming from thinking about Murong Wan.

At this time, Han Ming silently held back tears. Murong Wan's smile kept appearing in his mind, a figure, and a move, all of which made Han Ming unable to let go of his feelings and couldn't help but feel uncomfortable.

When the wine beside him was drunk, Han Ming's tears also dried up. Now he has no more tears to shed, but his heart is bleeding, and there is only one thought in his heart, and that is wine.

"Wine, I want wine. Wine, I want wine!" Han Ming shouted in place as if he had gone crazy. After a while, he seemed to be crazy again, and kept laughing.

In this way, I don't know how long it has been, Han Ming has been in place and has not moved. Crying and laughing, the figure of Murong Wan in his mind has never disappeared, and has never been.

In the distance, Qinghu stood behind Qingtian, and Qingtian sighed: "Hey! The wind and rain consume life and death, déjà vu is only lonely, and love can't wake up. ”

After listening to it in a daze, Qinghu asked with a puzzled face: "Master, what do you mean by this? What are you disheartened, what kind of love can't you wake up?"

"You won't understand!Go get some more wine and send it to Han Ming, I want to see when he will come to his senses!" Qing Tian shook his head and sighed, and after instructing Qing Hu, he walked towards the Qinglong Temple.

Qinghu scratched his head, stood in place and thought for a long time, and didn't know what he meant, so he had to shrug his shoulders and muttered to himself: "What kind of love, heart! I don't understand, I really don't understand!"

After saying that, Qing Hu took more than a hundred bottles from the White Tiger Temple, and after flying in front of Han Ming, he said helplessly: "Brother Han Xian, although I don't know what's wrong with you, but the master asked me to send you wine, and I can only send it!"

Han Ming was looking up and smiling bitterly at this time, not knowing what he was muttering. After hearing the wine, he snatched all the wine in Qinghu's hand, opened a jar of wine and drank it in a big gulp.

"Hey! I am disheartened, and I have not yet developed a complete monk. The wind and rain consume life and death, déjà vu is only lonely, love can't wake up, can't wake up!" Qinghu also learned from Qingtian's deep appearance, pretended to say these words and left.

Han Ming was stunned for a moment, and only a moment later he continued to drink in the wine jar.

In the Qinglong Temple, the bald man in the white robe said to Qingtian in pain that day: "Big brother, that wine, that wine has been accumulated by me for hundreds of years, and I don't dare to drink three more bottles on weekdays." If you let Han Ming, this kid drink hundreds of bottles, I feel distressed! Don't take my wine, okay? Count it as a little brother, please beg you!"

It turned out that the wine that Han Ming drank these days was all taken by Qinghu from the White Tiger Temple, and the hall master of the White Tiger Temple was also a drunkard. Moreover, these were all fine wines, and whenever he saw Han Ming drinking wine was like drinking water, his heart felt like blood.

Qingtian smiled slightly, looked in Han Ming's direction, and said, "Bai Feng, look at Han Ming's appearance. If he doesn't have wine, when will he really come to his senses! This is an opportunity and a calamity for him, and it will be up to him to see how he gets through it!"

"But you can't keep taking my wine! Otherwise, I'll go out and buy him wine, and I don't care how far I go. Really, I really don't care. For the sake of this junior, I'd rather run errands, as long as I don't take my wine, everything is negotiable!" Bai Feng said with a serious face, and then looked at Qingtian distressedly.

Qingtian shook his head, smiled and reprimanded Bai Feng: "You, you, you are a typical drunkard! Okay, you go to find wine now." When Han Ming finished drinking more than 100 jars of wine, he must bring back the wine, otherwise he will have to take your wine back. Who let you drink alone in our Four Holy Sects?haha!"

When Bai Feng heard this, he immediately flew out without saying a word. Now he doesn't want to do anything, he just wants to get the wine back quickly, and this kid from the province Han Ming drinks his own wine like cold water!

Qingtian shook his head and smiled, then looked in Han Ming's direction with some worry, and said to himself: "Hey, I don't know when this kid will wake up!

In this way, a month passed slowly. In the past month, Han Ming drank no less than a thousand jars of wine, and every day he sat under the roots of the big tree, constantly drinking, constantly shedding tears, and constantly muttering Murong Wan's name and those past events.

When the wine was finished, Han Ming lay down under the roots of the big tree with his eyes closed. Half a month ago, no matter how much wine Han Ming drank, his tears couldn't flow.

In these days, Han Ming shed all the tears of this life. At this moment, Han Ming was lying silently at the root of the big tree asleep, and he was still snoring!

"Huhuhu

"Ming'er, cheer up! For your own sake, cheer up too!" said the Lingwu Venerable Master as he fell asleep with an anxious face.

"Ming'er, wake up! Don't be like this again, it's distressing for my mother!" After a while, the face of Han Ming's mother, Han Ling'er, also appeared in front of Han Ming, and said while shedding tears.

"Han Ming, don't be like this, okay?I'll be uncomfortable if you do this, even if it's for me, live well!" After a while, Murong Wan's face suddenly appeared in front of Han Ming again.

"Master, mother, Wan'er~~~~ Don't go, don't go!" When Han Ming heard the last sentence, their figures slowly dissipated. Han Ming felt called out to them and wanted to catch them, but found that they had all slowly dissipated.

"Master, mother, Wan'er, Wan'er. Ahh

Han Ming looked at the scattered wine jars around him, looked at everything around him, and then came to his senses, and laughed at himself with a wry smile: "It turns out that it was just a dream just now! Wan'er, you also hope that I will live well!"

"Okay, I, Han Ming, will live well from today onwards. Wan'er, master, mother, you wait for me. As soon as I take revenge, I will go to find you!" Han Ming thought, his eyes suddenly became resolute.

At this time, Han Ming looked at the dust on his body, looked at his oily face, shook his head, and as soon as his divine sense spread, he found that his divine sense could actually envelop a radius of more than five hundred miles.

"Huh, I'm only a cultivator in the late stage of the Fake Dan now, how can my divine sense be even more powerful than that of the Golden Pill stage?"

After thinking about it for a while, Han Ming suddenly realized: "Oh, I almost forgot." I devoured the divine consciousness of the Eastern Tiger and the Inner Demon, and I'm afraid that's one of the reasons. I want to come to Dongfang Tiger, hey, thanks to him for helping me!"

Thinking of the Oriental Tiger, Han Ming felt a burst of guilt in his heart. Although Dongfang Tiger had always wanted to occupy Han Ming's body, from the moment Han Ming was devoured by the heart demon, Dongfang Tiger actually felt sad and uncomfortable.

In the end, he would rather his consciousness fly away than save Han Ming's life. This is enough to be worthy of Han Ming's respect for him, and he calls him a master.

Han Ming looked at a waterhole not far from the forest, so he flew directly to the waterhole and washed his body and robes. With a look of spirit, he flew towards the Blue Dragon Temple of the Four Holy Sects.

At this time, Han Ming had a big change, and a smile occasionally appeared on his face. But his heart was unusually cold, and the most painful wound buried him deep in his heart.

"Squeak" When Han Ming flew to the Blue Dragon Temple, the door of the temple suddenly opened slowly. Qingtian was still sitting on the golden dragon chair, looking at the new Han Ming with a smile on his face.

Han Ming looked at Qingtian, bowed to Qingtian on one knee, and said heartily, "Uncle Qing, thank you this time." Han Ming will no longer thank you for this kindness, and he will definitely repay it every day!"

"Why do you have to do this, but I have some questions for Nephew Han to answer!Can you still remember what happened to you in Hualongtan!" Qingtian waved his hand and said with a smile, and then asked.

"Well, I remember a lot. At that time, I was fighting against the demons in my heart, and I learned that a few uncles were out there to help me!" Han Ming nodded and said seriously to Qingtian after thinking for a while.

Qingtian shook his head and vetoed: "No, can you still remember what happened after that? Don't you feel a slight change in your body?"

Han Ming thought hard for a long time, but found that he couldn't remember what happened after that. Regarding the feeling of the body, Han Ming thought deeply before he said a little vaguely: "I don't remember it either, but I just feel that there is a force in my body that I want to vent urgently after waking up!"

When Qing Tian heard this, he finally became interested, and hurriedly said to Han Ming, "Oh, then you don't have to suppress this force. Let this power burst out and let me see!"

Han Ming nodded, no longer suppressing the power in his body. Suddenly, in Han Ming's body, four rays of light suddenly scurried around in Han Ming's body, and after a while, Han Ming's body finally changed.

At this moment, a cyan headband appeared on Han Ming's head, gray battle armor was worn on Han Ming's body, a pair of red gauntlets appeared on his arms, and a pair of extremely exquisite white combat boots appeared on his feet.

Qingtian looked at the changes on Han Ming's body excitedly, stepped forward and slowly touched the gray armor on Han Ming's body, and said excitedly: "Sure enough, it's really the Four Holy Armor!

Han Ming glanced at himself in confusion and asked suspiciously, "Uncle Qing, what is the Four Holy Battle Armors, what's the matter with the armor that suddenly appeared on my body?"

"The headband on your head is the headband of my Qinglong clan, the battle armor on your body is the Xuanwu battle armor of the Xuanwu clan, the armour on your arms is the Vermilion Bird armour of the Vermilion Bird clan, and the combat boots on your feet are the white tiger boots of the White Tiger clan. This is the Four Holy Armor of the Four Holy Sects, and it is said that this is a complete set of artifacts!" Qing Tian looked at the Four Holy Armor on Han Ming's body with envy and said with emotion.

After hearing this, Han Ming's eyes widened and he said in horror: "Then, then a set of Four Holy War Armors on my body is an artifact?" After all, when he heard that this was a set of artifacts on his body, Han Ming was really shocked.

Qingtian shook his head and continued with a smile: "Do you think the artifact is easy to come out? This set of yours should be the Four Holy War Armor mutated from the water in the Four Pools, and your Four Holy War Armor is simple and lightless, and it is not the real Four Holy War Armor at all! I can't tell what this is, the Dharma Gate is not a Dharma Gate, and the Dharma Weapon is not a Dharma Weapon, strange!"

Hearing this, Han Ming was not too disappointed. After all, if even the artifact was given to Han Ming, then Han Ming would definitely be worried about his situation, so he smiled casually and said, "Oh, but this set of Four Holy War Armors is really majestic!"

"Yes, only three of these four holy armors have been comprehended since ancient times, but they all relied on their own abilities to comprehend them. And you realized it unconsciously, your fate really makes me jealous!"

Han Ming scratched his head embarrassedly after hearing this, suddenly remembered something, and continued: "Uncle Qing, I'm leaving. I want to go and worship Wan'er first, after all, Wan'er is my wife, I can't save her, at least I can worship her!