A Record of a Mortal’s Journey to Immortality

Han Li slowly walked out of the Valley of Divine Hands, along the trails in the mountains, habitual, towards the blurry, gazing peak of red water.

He doesn't have anything important to do right now. The reason why he runs to Zhang Tie every day on time these days is just to see Zhang Tie grinning strangely while practicing under the waterfall.

This “Kokung like" is really unbearable to ordinary people, just that the first floor of the district is going to suffer so much, to the last few layers, don't practice taking off at least a few layers of skin.

“I'm afraid Zhang Tie has some regrets now? The hegemony of this“ like Kokung ”far exceeds the imagination of these kids.” Han Li walked as he thought, still carelessly kicking the leaves and branches that fell off the ground with his feet.

“In a few days' time, the two of them will plead with Dr. Mu and let Zhang Tie rehearse another kung fu, saving them from this sin.” Han Li thought that he was excited that he could find a way out of his current misery for his friends.

Han Li looked up at the trees on both sides of the road. By this time, the day had come to the end of autumn. All the branches of the trees were bare, and there was a thick layer of fallen leaves and dead branches piled up on the trail, walking on the soft, uncomfortable.

At this point, from a mountain peak not far away, a few clandestine sounds of weapon impact were heard, and from time to time, a few loud sounds of praise were miserable.

Hearing these voices, Han Li looked at the mountain peak again and just got a little better and worse.

This is Brothers and Teachers of the Hundred Forge Church, training their newly introduced brothers in weapons combat.

Whenever Han Li sees other people gathered with the door for real knife training, there is something in his heart that is not flavorful. He also wants to pick up the real knife and play with the real gun. Unfortunately, for some reason, after officially visiting Dr. Murray's door, Dr. Murray forbade him from accessing these things, and prevented him from studying other martial arts at other places of instruction, saying that it would hinder his progress in his manners.

Hence, Han Li could only dry eyes, occasionally privately, borrow a few blades from several good friends, dance a few times, past addiction.

Seriously, what's so good about this mantra you practiced yourself? Until now, I don't see how it works. The other disciples who entered the door together are the more powerful they are. The more they practice martial arts a thousand miles a day, the more they do not move forward, they do not see any change at all.

Even Zhang iron, who had practiced “like a nail martial arts" for only two months, became rough skin and flesh and was more capable of being beaten and much stronger than before.

But if Dr. Murray hadn't come under the door, he probably wouldn't have passed the prestigious disciple test two months ago, let alone stayed on the mountain and sent home so much money.

If you can't learn anything else, don't!

Han Li complained in his stomach while comforting himself.

Han Li retrieved his gaze from the distance, his heart was still chirping, but the spirit became more diffuse. The atheistic gaze looked at the sides of the trail and he didn't even know what he was looking at.

All of a sudden, Han Li sucked in a cold breath, his face turned weird, and then almost grabbed his mouth behind the ear door. He squatted down his body like a nerve reflex, held his right thumb with his hands dead, and then lay on the grass for a painful half. This sudden and severe pain knocked Han Li down suddenly, his face was a little white, a hearty pain from time to time from the thumb.

Look at a very hard stone kicking into a pile of leaves other than yourself.

Han Li bowed up and held his ankle with his hands. On the one hand, he subconsciously breathed heavily through his injured toes with his mouth through the cloth shoes on his feet. On the other hand, he had a dark fear in his heart that he would be seriously injured. On the other hand, whether his thumb would suddenly bruise and swell, thus affecting his daily walking.

It took Han Li half a day to relieve the pain. He lifted his neck and swept his eyes around the leaf heap near his feet, trying to find the culprit who had caused him to suffer this great sin.

The leaves scattered around the ground are all in the same monochromatic colour - dead yellow - and you simply can't find what you're looking for out of those messy piles of leaves.

Han Li frowned, grabbed a few times with his hands on the ground, grabbed a relatively long branch, clasped and raised his heel, carefully stood up.

Then unwillingly, with the branches in his hand, he pulled a few hard pulls into the thick pile of leaves around him.

A fist-sized object was picked out by the branches.

Han Li carefully weighed, this person who caused his glorious injury is a round bottle with an elongated neck, the surface of the bottle is stained with dirt, completely turned to earth gray, can not see the original color.

Han Li originally thought it was a small porcelain bottle, but when he got it, he found it in the wrong amount, which was very heavy.

It's made of metal, right? No wonder this thing is not big, but it hurts so much when you hit your feet, but metal bottles are rarely seen.

Han Li is now interested in the vial and has forgotten the pain in his feet for a moment.

The original colour of the bottle was revealed by hand rubbing the soil on the neck of the bottle, the green was very beautiful, the bottle also had some fine, dark green leaf pattern on it, and a small bottle cap closed the bottle tightly at the top.

There's nothing in it, right? Put the bottle in your ear with your hand, shake the bottle gently, and you can't feel what's shaking inside.

Place your hands on the cap and screw it hard, not twisting.

Han Li became more curious and was about to take the next move. Suddenly, severe pain came from the foot.

It's broken! How can I forget that my feet still carry the negative consequences of intimate contact with this object?

After suffering this injury, it looks like you can't go to Zhang Tie's place, or go back to your place, put some wound medicine on it, and then think about this unexpectedly obtained vial.

In order to prevent others from seeing it, Han Li didn't want it to be too dirty, put the bottle in his arms, turned over, and walked back and forth limping.