?Half a day later, on a mountainous mountain, Han Ming grabbed Zhu Lingqin's collar and took him to shoot out of the mountains, and in a moment he flew over several peaks.

Zhu Lingqin's eyes were red and her expression was a little depressed. Han Ming did not disturb him. After all, his biological father passed away not long ago, and his soul dissipated and returned to heaven and earth. If there was reincarnation, it should have been reincarnation.

Standing in front of the ruins of Zhu Chiyuan, which had a vague impression, Han Ming felt more sad. There was too much of what he had done before his cultivation of immortality. At that time, he had not become what he is now, and he could still play with his senior brother all day long.

Now he doesn't remember how long it took for him to laugh really happily.

With his feet forward, Han Ming walked straight towards the small bamboo building where he lived. Although the small bamboo building had long disappeared, there was no conspicuous and familiar thing in this small piece except the mountain wall where Hua Lao was back then.

This stone wall is not the same stone wall as it was back then. The two stone doors on it were destroyed. A large pile of 100,000 kilograms of huge stones were replaced by a large pile of 100,000 kilograms of rocks, which were firmly blocked, and ordinary people could not enter at all.

In addition to the senior brother, Han Ming also cared about the two people. One was his little maid named Nan'er, who served him closely for more than a year, and the other was his first master, Mr. Hua, who taught him poison skills and the merit of the Yuan.

Zhu Qingming is the youngest son of the eldest senior brother. When he was born, Mr. Hua had already disappeared from the Zhu family. Few people know where he went. Zhu Qingming was not very clear. He only vaguely knew that there was such a world-class drug master behind the Zhu family.

"My father accidentally mentioned that the master's poison technique has no inheritor. He originally had two disciples who could pass on the poison technique, but one died prematurely and the other disappeared. However, his father said that the master's poison technique inheritance was left in a specific place, leaving it to the person who might never come back." This was what Zhu Qingming told Han Ming the last time he told Han Ming before he dissipated.

Han Ming was quite grateful to Master Hua. He saved his life and taught poison skills back then. He had a great kindness. If he could, Han Ming wanted to repay him, but it turned out like this.

Walking to the stone wall, Han Ming picked up Zhu Lingqin, put a piece of earth escape talisman on himself, and directly crashed into the stone wall, passing through layers of artificially piled stone layers, and reaching the passage behind.

More than a hundred years have passed, and this passage has not changed much, but it still looks like it. There is a small lamp on the wall every few steps, with candles and fish candles inserted on it. After it is lit, it is radiated with dark light.

Han Ming walked to the end of the passage, stood in front of the stone gate, saw the familiar Qianji Lion Head Lock on it, sighed lightly, inserted his hand into it, twisted it hard, and opened the mechanism that had been sealed for more than a hundred years.

This was once the place where Han Ming took a medicine bath. Here, Mr. Hua forced him to take many kinds of poisons, successfully refining the antidote of Cecilia officinalis and helping the senior brother to detoxify the poison.

Everything is as old as before, but Han Ming came here for the last time before leaving, except for a three-meter-sized sarcophagus placed in the middle.

After scanning the Blue Blind Heavenly Jue, Han Ming knew that this was Mr. Hua’s coffin. Because it contained Mr. Hua’s body. After more than a hundred years, his face still looked as good as before. This is not surprising. Mr. Hua has been studying medical skills and poison techniques all his life, and it is not difficult to preserve his body for more than a hundred years without rotting!

After glanced around, Han Ming became interested. This sarcophagus was not an ordinary coffin, but a lock. Han Ming still had some impression of this lock. It should be a combination lock of Qianji Lion Head Lock and Baiqiao Chain Lock, which was originally created by Mr. Hua.

If a person who does not understand these two locks rashly opens the coffin, the final result will be the destruction of the coffin, because Han Ming clearly saw that there were several extremely powerful poisons in the sarcophagus, and the city-killing poison was included.

This sarcophagus should have been left to him by Mr. Hua. After all, the method of unblocking the combination lock of the Qianji Lion Head Lock and the Baiqiao Chain Lock is not the only one who can open it if it is not a cultivator.

Although he knew how to unlock it, Han Ming didn't want to break the sarcophagus. He waved his sleeves slightly, put a dirt escape talisman on himself, melted it through the sarcophagus, and raised his hand to look towards the small stone box that Mr. Hua held.

A yellow halo was released to cover the stone box, and Han Ming easily took out the stone box.

After opening the stone box with great interest, Han Ming immediately saw books that were almost weathered, with various poisonous scriptures and medical scripture names written on them.

Han Ming opened a poison scripture and read it carefully. He found that it should have been written by Mr. Hua himself, and there were various annotations next to it. It was the essence of his poison technique. If it was placed in the ordinary people, it would definitely be a peerless secret book that could cause bloody chaos.

Although these poison sutras are quite strange, Han Ming is now a cultivator in the Dan Killing Stage, so he naturally doesn't like these things. But when Han Ming saw the white paper at the bottom of the stone box, his face suddenly changed.

He took out the piece of velvet paper, and Han Ming spread it open in front of him, his face became even more shocked, and he looked completely unbelievable. He took out another piece of velvet paper that was similar to this piece, and compared it for a while, and Han Ming's heart was in a turmoil.

"The Destruction Sutra of the Yuan Dynasty!" Han Ming read out three small characters in human velvet paper.

According to his own interpretation method, Han Ming quickly translated a method that matched the Transformation of the Wolf Sutra from this ordinary poisonous scripture, just like the sword technique and the body technique.

The Nine Dharma River, the third type of the nine Dharmas, actually appeared here.

After looking carefully for a while, Han Ming suppressed the excitement in his heart, solemnly put away the Yuan-Turning Poison Sutra, took two steps back, and bowed respectfully to the sarcophagus. Old Hua is dead, so he can only express his feelings in this way!

Han Ming is now in his body with blood spider poison, which will explode soon. Although he still has the means to avoid death, he cannot eliminate the poison and can only delay time and waste it. But now that the Transformation Yuan Poison Sutra appears, Fang studied it and gave him the inspiration to remove the blood spider poison!

The emergence of the Yuan-Chuangyuan Poison Sutra is simply a timely help, solving Han Ming’s urgent need!

When Zhu Lingqin saw Han Ming bent down to salute the sarcophagus, she did not hesitate and bowed respectfully to the sarcophagus three times.

A large pit was dug out on the ground, Han Ming hugged the entire sarcophagus and put it down, waved his hand and rolled up a large piece of earth and rocks, buried it, looked at it for a long time, then sighed slightly and jumped up to the sky.

Hundreds of sword lights flashed by, the entire space collapsed, and huge rocks fell one after another. Soon, the space was filled up, and no one could see it again. The last part of Zhu Chi Garden completely disappeared.

"It's time for us to leave. Although there are still some things that have not been dealt with, such as Huangzhou and Jingzhou, I don't have much time. If I have the chance, I will come back in the future!" Han Ming glanced at the ruins of Zhu Chiyuan in the distance, and then said sadly.

"Yes, master." Zhu Lingqin responded.

Han Ming waved his sleeves and prepared to fly away by controlling the escape light, but before he could fly, a trace of doubt appeared on his face, and he looked at a flash of black shadows dozens of miles away, "Why does it feel a bit like that little guy!"

After hesitating for a moment, Han Ming rose into the air and flew towards the direction where he saw the black shadow before. Not long after, he arrived at a hidden and quiet little valley and saw the black fox lying on a low small pile of soil. There was a collapsed pavilion not far from the pile of soil.

"He actually became a monster and had practiced to the level of first-level great perfection. No wonder he lived for so long!" Han Ming jumped to the small mound and looked at the black little fox at close range.

Han Ming did know this little fox. It was given to him by Senior Brother Qi. But after he raised it for a while, he felt it was too time-consuming and threw it to his close maid Nan'er. She treated it as a treasure and held it in her arms every day and slept together.

The little fox was startled by Han Ming's appearance and immediately stood up. All the black soft fur on his body stood up, baring his teeth and threatening Han Ming fiercely, but then he felt something wrong. He smelled his little nose and kept smelling Han Ming's smell. There was a hint of doubt in his big black eyes.

The little fox sniffed for a while, as if he had confirmed Han Ming's identity, jumped to Han Ming's feet, jumping back and forth on the soles of Han Ming's feet, as if he was extremely happy.
Chapter completed!