V5.Chapter 146

Outside the tower, the sun was shining. When he Yiming came out of the tower, he almost thought he had come out of the ghost crying ridge.

This time, the biggest feeling he felt was that as long as it was closed, he would have a similar feeling of being separated from the world no matter where he was at the moment of exit.

After walking out of the tower, he Yiming obviously felt it.

In the tower, all who saw him were respectful to him. Even people he Yiming doesn't know at all will change their expression immediately after seeing them.

It was a look of respect and admiration, and most people had a burning look in their eyes.

This sudden change surprised he Yiming. But now he is at least a venerable person. In the face of these ordinary people, he must maintain an unpredictable and profound appearance anyway, so he left the tower very simply and did not squint and returned to the home of the Jin campaign.

However, when he came to the door of the golden campaign, he blinked, some inexplicable.

A portrait was pasted on the gate of the Jin campaign. Whether he looks left or right, the figure on this portrait is still himself.

He Yiming's heart flashed, and he immediately understood why so many strangers were paying attention to him along the way. It turned out that it was this portrait that made the ghost.

However, there are indeed a lot of talents in the Lingxiao temple. This portrait is really penetrating and vivid. Even if he saw it himself, he felt a little bit of looking at the mirror.

It's just that this portrait is here, which is really not a good thing for him.

He Yiming took a step forward and immediately tore down the portrait on the door. His figure moved slightly and he had entered the courtyard.

With his ears slightly stirred, he Yiming had heard the voice of the golden battle. In the room of Jin battle, it seems that he is not alone, but at the moment he Yiming can't care so much. He murmured, "brother Jin, what's going on?"

Hearing his voice, Jin battle immediately came out and saw the portrait in he Yiming's hand. He laughed and said, "brother he, you finally came out."

He Yiming snorted softly and said, "you have nothing to do with sticking my portrait here."

Jin campaign shook his head repeatedly and said, "I didn't post the portrait, nor did I draw it." He said very seriously, "what I practice is the esophagus, not the painting. Don't make a mistake."

He Yiming said unhappily, "without your consent, who dares to stick the portrait in front of your door."

Jin battle laughed and said, "the man who posted the portrait is in my room. Come in and scold him."

Seeing the fearless appearance of Jin battle, he Yiming was curious and entered his room. He saw a man half lying on the bed and a middle-aged man dressed as a Confucian standing in front of the bed.

Seeing the person on the bed, he Yiming immediately showed a trace of joy and said, "brother Zhang, you are well."

Although Zhang Zhongying is still bedridden at the moment, since he can come out of the pagoda, it must be Hao Dong who thinks he is no longer in trouble. Otherwise, with Hao Dong's feelings for him, how could he be easily let out.

Zhang Zhongying hugged his fist on the bed and said, "he Zun, I can't thank you for saving my life. Yifu, please kowtow for me."

The middle-aged Confucian scholar next to him immediately took a step forward, quickly and heavily knelt down, respectfully kowtowed his head, and said, "Zhang Yifu, on behalf of the family ancestor, kowtowed to he Zun for his life."

He Yiming smiled bitterly and waved his hand. Before Zhang Yifu's head touched the ground, it had been pulled up by an invisible air.

Although he wanted to complete his grandfather's orders, under this force, he was as small as an ant, and there was no resistance at all.

He Yiming coughed softly and said, "brother Zhang, it's just a small effort. Why are you doing this?"

Zhang Zhongying smiled and said, "well, don't say thank you for your great kindness. He Zun, now that you have been promoted to a Zun, it's reasonable that there can be nothing I can do for you. But..." he paused, looked at Jin battle, and said: "brother Jin, you and I have known each other for more than a hundred years, and I want to ask you for help on one thing."

Jin battle hurriedly said, "elder martial brother Zhang, when I was young, my younger brother learned martial arts under your guidance for ten years. During these ten years, my younger brother laid the most solid foundation of martial arts. If you have orders, my younger brother will not dare to say anything."

He Yiming understood why the relationship between Jin campaign and Zhang Zhongying was so good. It turned out that there was such a source between them. Even among the millions of people in Lingxiao temple, there are few people with such fate.

Zhang Zhongying nodded slightly and said, "younger martial brother Jin, I want to ask you to accompany he zunzhe to the mountains in nineteen years."

Jin battle was dumbfounded and said, "elder martial brother Zhang, younger brother thought it was something." He glanced at he Yiming and said, "this is inevitable. Brother he, do you agree?"

He Yiming's lips moved slightly, and his heart was excited. Although he had been promoted to the position of venerable now, after hearing this dialogue between them, especially the appearance of the Jin battle, his heart was still as if blocked by something, with an uncontrollable emotion.

With a heavy nod, he Yiming said in a deep voice, "not bad."

He had heard his determination from the words of the Jin campaign. He Yiming deeply knew that once this guy made up his mind, even nine cows would not come back.

If you refuse, then the only possibility is that Jin battle went to the deep mountain totem alone. If this thing really happened, he Yiming was absolutely uneasy. In that case, it's better for two people to walk together and take care of each other.

Zhang Zhongying smiled with relief. Seeing the relationship between Jin battle and he Yiming, he also had heartfelt joy.

He Yiming's eyes fell on the portrait in his hand and suddenly asked, "brother Zhang, is this portrait from your hand?"

Zhang Zhongying said with a smile, "I also know nothing about painting. This painting is written by Yifu."

He Yiming was surprised to see that although he didn't know much about painting, he could still distinguish the quality of a painting. The portrait painted by Zhang Yifu is absolutely lifelike and can be called a masterpiece in the painting. In the memory of he Yiming, it seems that only the landscape painting painted by a congenital strong man found in Tianluo city can be compared with it.

Zhang Yifu bowed deeply to him and said, "he Zun, the younger generation has seen you once in the old man's room. The old man ordered you to pass on your promotion to the venerable. The younger generation drew a portrait of you so that our disciples can remember your face."

He Yiming was stunned. Of course, he knew that the old man was actually Hao Dong.

After pondering for a while, he Yiming asked, "why does brother Hao want to spread the news about my promotion?"

Zhang Yifu bowed and said, "this is the old man's order. I just do it."

The little anger in he Yiming's heart has long disappeared. Since master Hao Dong did this, he naturally has his deep meaning, so he doesn't have to be angry.

A hearty laugh suddenly appeared from the door. Hao Dong did not know when he had left the Tongtian pagoda and came here.

After meeting Hao Dong, everyone saluted with respect.

Hao Dong waved his big sleeve and directly pulled he Yiming into the room, saying, "Yiming, how are you getting these days?"

He Yiming hurriedly said, "these days I have read the world's rare records, and I feel a lot about the fact that there are so many rare animals in the world."

Hao Dong nodded slightly and said, "in fact, the rare animals recorded here are not all."

"Not all?" He Yiming immediately spoke for it.

He has personally read the contents of this set of secret records. There are not thousands, at least hundreds.

He Yiming can't believe that so many books are still incomplete.

Hao Dong said, "in fact, the most rare animals in the world should be on those islands outside the sea." He looked into the distance and said, "beyond the sea, there are countless islands, large and small, all over the overseas. No one knows how many rare and exotic animals, or masters and strong people hide in them."

He Yiming fretted in his heart and said, "have you ever been out to sea?"

Hao Dong nodded slightly and said, "I went to sea three times in my life and experienced countless sea storms, but what I saw and heard made me linger and forget to return. I felt that my trip was worthwhile."

He Yiming's eyes flashed a look of longing. He came to Dashen and had been to ghost crying ridge, but he had never been to the sea. Naturally, he was quite envious.

Hao Dong suddenly turned and said, "Yiming, do you know why I want to spread your portrait widely?"

He Yiming shook his head and said, "I don't know. Please give me some advice."

Hao Dong looked at he Yiming and said solemnly, "you are only 20 years old this year, but you have been promoted to the throne. Even people in the previous generation of Shinto have never had such honor. I am sure that your achievements in the future are far more than that... So I want everyone to know that you are promoted to the throne in our Lingxiao temple, and this honor should stay here anyway." At this point, a proud smile appeared on his face and said, "I will not only publicize here, but also spread your reputation throughout Dashen, even the whole continent."

He Yiming looked at him helplessly and said, "brother Hao, do so many venerable people in Lingxiao hall have this honor?"

"Of course not." Hao Dong naturally said, "you are the only one, because you are the only one who has been promoted at the age of 20 since the past dynasties."

He Yiming sighed, but in his heart, there was also a faint pleasure.

Famous all over the world, this is not what he once pursued.

Inexplicably, he suddenly remembered many things, and the experience of 20 years flashed before his eyes like a lantern.

He seems to have experienced ups and downs in his short life of 20 years.

A strange idea suddenly popped up in his heart. Is such fame the expectation of my heart?

This seems to be a problem without solution!