A Record of a Mortal’s Journey to Immortality

After a while, Han Li felt his waist tight, his body was light, and the whole person suddenly automatically rose.

Han Li turned his head, but it was the brother who was holding himself behind him, his other hand and legs climbing up agile, and Han Li noticed that the sun was hanging high in the middle of the sky.

Han Li felt a little sad that he had finally failed to complete this journey. He was so desperate. Why can't he compare to others?

Turning to the top of the cliff, there were only six small children sitting at rest in front of them, while the dancing rock was with a man dressed in a dark blue man's robe with his hands on his back, the wealthy elderly man in his fifties, Yue Tang master and Wang Custodian were standing beside him and several others stood beside him, waiting together for the young brothers to send other slower boys up the mountain one by one.

After a while all the children were sent up, Yuetang took a step forward and confronted the children in earnest.

“Six of the seven qualified persons entered the Hundred Forge Hall of the Hall and officially became disciples of the Inner Sect of the Main Sect.” He said slowly.

“The other danced rock, the first to reach the cliff, excelled, and was sent directly to the Seven Halls to learn the main trick.” Lord Yuetang looked back at the old man in his robe. The old man twisted his beard and nodded at him satisfactorily.

“As for the others…," Yuetang weighed the rest of the boy a few times, gently touching his chin with his right hand, and sighed a little:

“Zhang Tie, Han Li, although they did not arrive at the cliff top on time, but they performed prominently. It seems that they can eat the suffering of Wushu. The two of you will first lay the foundation with several teachers in this door, and then review it after six months. If you pass, you will officially become an inner door disciple. If you fail to pass, you will be sent to the outer door to deal with the external door disciple. ”

Han Li glanced at the other boy who stood up at the same time, named Zhang Tie's boy. He was just behind himself and hung on the rope. He almost climbed to the top of the cliff.

“Wang Custody, the rest of us each collect some silver and send them home.” Master Yuetang looked cold at the last remaining boy.

“Yes, sir! ”

Wang Custody stepped out, bowed to his command and led the unclaimed boy down the cliff.

“Zhang Jun, Wu Mingrui, you two take these passers-by to this hall and hand them over to Gu Vice Hall Master and Li Teaching respectively. ”

Two more young men were ordered out, splitting Han Li into two groups and walking down the cliff, one of whom was the cold-blooded brother. As he approached the cliff, Han Li couldn't help but glance at the dancing rock and discovered that he was still talking to the old man in the blue robe, without moving at all.

“Unlike you, he is the core disciple sent to the Seven Halls, and once learned, he is at least a guardian of the law.” Another skinny long-faced brother seemed to see the doubts in Han Li's heart and took the initiative to understand the confusion, but in his words he seemed to bring a hint of unspeakable envy and jealousy.

“There is still a cousin and brother-in-law who is a deputy doorman, or else he will marry a deputy doorman and become a sequel wife! If you're older than your entrance requirements, you can still enter the Seven Halls of Fame?” What the cold brother said made people feel like there was a cold air coming up behind them.

“Zhang Jun, don't worry, the deputy doorman is the one we can talk about? If anyone else hears me, you and I can't escape the punishment I regret!” The skinny long-faced brother listened to Cold Brother and was shocked. He looked around in panic and saw that there was no one else but these children, which only relieved him.

Cold brother snorted coldly, as if he also had some worries in his heart, so he stopped speaking. At this time, Han Li learned that this cold brother's name was Zhang Jun. Han Li seemed to understand what they were saying, but implicitly knew that dancing rock was not the Seven Halls of Fame that had been learned by real talent, but because there was a relative of a deputy doorman in the door who leaned against the mountain to be able to get in without effort.

Walking along the mountain road, both brothers remembered some frustrating things in the door. They were no longer in the mood to speak. They just walked forward silently, and Han Li and others were even more afraid to speak privately. Perhaps they had all realized that Qixuan Gate was different from what they were at home.

As he passed through a dense forest, he slowly walked out of the woods. The old man, more than sixty years old, tall, thin, and scaly, had white hair with a head to his shawl. As he walked, the old man complimented his body and coughed, looking at the hard look of his cough, it seemed that he could fall at any moment, which was very worrying.

Zhang Jun and Zhang, when they met the man, did not look worried at all. Instead, they rushed forward and respectfully offered a gift to the old man.

“Hello, Dr. Murrow. Do you have anything for me to tell my disciple?” Zhang Junyi's face was full of respect for the cold look of the past. For him, the elderly man deserved more respect than the housekeeper or even the deputy housekeeper.

“Oh, is this the new disciple who just got up the mountain?” The old man finally stopped coughing and asked slowly with a dull voice.

“Yes, of these, there are six official disciples and two named sons.” Zhang Jun replied carefully.

“I am understaffed and short of a refinery boy and a drug disciple, these two come with me.” The Dr. Mu pointed his finger at two distinguished disciples, such as Han Li, and the speech was full of unquestionable tone.

“Yes, these two are famous disciples, you can always be seen by Dr. Mu, it is the blessing of the two of them, but you don't come to see Mu Lao, if you can learn one or two surgeries in his elderly family, it is the transformation of the life of both of you!” The two brothers had no objection whatsoever, and Wu Mingrui, with a long, thin face, even patted the old man's ass.

Han Li and Zhang Tie saw that the two brothers had no opinions and naturally had no right to object. They followed the old man into the woods.

With the two of them, the old man slowly walked along the trail in the woods, turning east and west, suddenly bright in front of him, a lush green valley full of rage appeared in front of several people.

On the left side of the valley is a large patch of fields with intense medicinal aromas, with lots of unnamed Korean herbs growing in the yard, while on the right side there are dozens of large and small houses. Looking around, apart from the entrance, it looked like there was no other exit to the outside.

“This is the Valley of the Divine Hand. Apart from the Valley disciples, no one will come here except for the sick and injured. You two will live here later. Go and rest for a while and meet me in the lobby at night. I have something to say to you.” The old man stood in front of several adjacent houses, pointing to one of the smaller ones.

“You can call me Mo Lao later.” The old man paused and said:

“Call me Dr. Murray. ”

After speaking, Dr. Murrow ignored the two of them and walked into another more charming house, coughing step by step.

Han Li had long been exhausted, and despite another boy named Zhang Tie, he fell into a wooden bed and fell asleep unconsciously. For him, he could be half the disciple of Qixuan Gate anyway.