"Nanming. ”

Han Lin looked at the spirit card, silently recited in his heart, and sighed secretly. Rao is his heart, and after hearing the deeds of this senior, he will inevitably have a sense of respect in his heart.

With one enemy and seven, and with the cultivation of half-step Yuan Infants, he killed seven Yuan Infants, which can really be described as extremely talented, and his talent is unparalleled.

"This old woman should be a senior who experienced this back then, and even had a heart of admiration for Nanming's senior, so she carried the spirit card of her predecessor with her. ”

Han Lin secretly speculated in his heart, pondering the identity of this old woman, but the movements of his hands did not stop, he hugged his fists and bowed, because there was no place to insert incense, he did not light incense.

After worshipping, Han Lin looked up, but found that the old woman had already put away the spirit card, took a two- or three-inch clay puppet in her hand, and looked at Han Lin with a meaningful gaze, to be precise, it was not Han Lin, but the storage bag hanging from Han Lin's waist.

Han Lin subconsciously stepped back, his eyebrows furrowed slightly, but he found that the old woman had no other behavior, as if everything that had just happened was just Han Lin's hallucination.

In the next breath, Han Lin calmed his mind and looked at the clay puppet in the old woman's hand steadily, his eyes showed a hint of reverence, and at the same time, thoughts flashed in his heart,

"Although this person is the predecessor of the Lingyue Sect, she should not be on good terms with Qing Song, and what she just looked forward to was the storage bag on my waist, not my face, so she did not doubt my identity, but what was in my storage bag that attracted her attention. ”

"In my storage bag, there are only hundreds of spirit stones, as well as a wooden sword, and that jade slip that I don't know the depth. ”

Han Lin secretly thought about it, and almost instantaneously deduced that what the old woman was looking at should be this wooden sword, or this jade slip, or maybe even both.

Could it be that these two have something to do with Nanming?

All this was said to be late, but in fact it passed extremely quickly, almost in the blink of an eye, after Han Lin had an inference in his mind, his gaze instantly swept over the clay puppet in the old woman's hand.

The clay puppet was no more than three inches high, all made of clay, and carved very exquisitely: it was a majestic man, dressed in white, floating like snow, with a face indifferent, with a unique demeanor, like an immortal descending to earth, and his temperament was natural. Looking closely, he could even see the calm smile on the corner of the puppet's mouth, as if he could withstand the sky falling.

And the most peculiar thing is that between the eyebrows of this clay puppet, a stroke of cinnabar is dotted with thick ink, and the blood-red cinnabar, like a drop of blood and tears, is shocking, and it is firmly remembered.

"Back then, Senior Brother Nanming was in front of Lingyue Peak, with one enemy and seven, and such a blood-red mark appeared in the center of his eyebrows. Therefore, when he later made a statue for his senior brother, he deliberately made such a stroke on the eyebrows of the clay puppet. ”

As if noticing Han Lin's gaze, the old woman suddenly spoke, her eyes looked at the clay puppet in her hand gently,

Dressed in white and graceful, she suddenly recalled the young man who stood in front of Lingyue Peak, holding a sword, and the sword was like a dragon.

If time had never passed, and the years had not gone far, she wished that she was still the girl who had few things to do in the Lingyue Sect back then, carefree, and only had to live under the protection of her senior brother.

It's not like it is now, although he is a master of the Yuan Infant Period, he spends his days in a muddy way.

"Senior brother, it won't be long before I'll be with you. ”

The old woman closed her eyes, and a crystal tear slowly dripped from the corner of her eye. At that moment, it was as if all the vitality in her body had been drained, and Han Lin couldn't even feel her presence anymore.

At the same time, at the moment when the old woman closed her eyes, a ray of colorful light shot out from the cinnabar in the center of the earthen puppet's eyebrows, and rushed directly into Han Lin's storage bag with lightning speed.

No one saw this scene, except for the Dao Fang who lived in Han Lin's mind.

At this moment, Dao Fang's eyes showed a look of surprise, he stretched out his monkey claws, and drew a few times in the air, as if he had found something, and there was a faint look of admiration in his eyes......

"You little girl is good, I seem to see the figure of the old man in you. ”

I don't know when, Du Xiaomei has also walked to the old woman's side, and after bowing to her, she stood aside coldly. Although she is not good at words and does not communicate with people, she is a smart person after all, and she guessed the identity of the old woman in an instant, so after worshipping respectfully, she stood aside.

After the old woman finished saying this, her old skin suddenly moved, and a smile seemed to be squeezed out of her face with difficulty, and she pointed at Du Xiaomei's eyebrows,

"I'll give you a transformation. ”

Then, a glimmer of light jumped through her fingertips, and Du Xiaomei also snorted, and her whole body suddenly suspended in the air a few feet high, exuding colorful light.

Han Lin keenly felt that a powerful vitality bloomed from Du Xiaomei's body, and the strength of this vitality was completely beyond the limit of a Qi cultivation cultivator, and even the foundation building cultivator was far inferior to ......

Airplanes!

The colorful light converged back into Du Xiaomei's body, and her body slowly fell and stepped on the ground.

"I baptized you with my Yuanying essence and paved the way for you to build a foundation, which can be regarded as a meeting gift for me, the predecessor of the Lingyue Sect. ”

The old woman's face was pale, her whole body was even more dead, the wrinkles on her face were like knife cuts, and she smiled miserably, her eyes full of memories.

She didn't stop for anything, just glanced at Han Lin, stepped into the void, and disappeared......

"Yuanying is at the pinnacle, but it's a pity that he didn't turn out of his own way, and there is no hope for the wheel of heaven in this life. ”

"Moreover, the cultivation in this person's body is a bit vain, as if it was created by someone who forcibly empowered him. ”

Dao Fang's puzzled voice sounded in Han Lin's mind, Han Lin didn't speak, he was secretly surprised in his heart, although he had guessed the identity of this old woman, he didn't expect that this person could actually have the peak cultivation of Yuanying.

"You are all the Tianjiao of my Lingyue Sect, and today the old man personally came to make a life card for you. ”

When everyone was worshipping the ancestors of the past dynasties, they suddenly heard an old voice sound, they looked up, but found that the void slowly rippled, Qingpine walked out of the void, he stroked his beard and smiled, and with a wave of his sleeves, a majestic figure appeared.

That figure was majestic and mighty, full of qi and blood, like a humanoid demon beast, and the sky fell apart with every move.

Han Lin looked carefully, and that person was actually Liu Hong, who was eliminated by him.

As soon as Liu Hong landed, he scratched his head, and a pair of tiger eyes glanced around, and suddenly he saw Han Lin and grinned,

"Senior Brother Ao. ”

He happily greeted him and gave Han Lin a bear hug, as if he didn't care at all about Han Lin defeating him in the first place, and he seemed extremely open-minded.

The corners of Han Lin's mouth also squeezed out a smile just right, and when he faced Liu Hong, all kinds of speculations rose in his heart.

But before he could think about it, he only heard Qing Song say flatly,

"Come on, come on, the old man will make a life card for you, and add a protection to your cultivation in the secret realm. ”