A Record of a Mortal’s Journey to Immortality

“Bang"

Han held his hands tight and hit one of his fists hard on the tabletop.

“Smash the bottle with a tool.” This is Han Li's decision after repeated reflections.

Opening it up with a violent approach is something that has long been thought of, not a solution.

This approach is both straightforward and straightforward.

But Han Li felt the flesh pain in his heart when he thought that such a wonderful bottle could no longer remain intact. He was unwilling. If there was another way to open it, Han Li said nothing would take such a rough approach.

Ask the other brothers to help, maybe open it. But under Han Li's heart, he has long and unconsciously regarded this object as his treasure. He is unwilling to let others know. Besides, everyone on the mountain could be the owner of this thing. If you know the bottle is here, what should you do about it? This vial is so beautiful and interesting, he is now desperate to send it back.

Han Li has now been completely hoisted by the mysterious objects in the bottle. Though he knows, it's probably just an empty bottle. But he's still willing to gamble and gamble on what's in the bottle, which is more interesting than the bottle itself.

The more so, the more itchy Han Li's heart is.

If he doesn't solve the mystery in the bottle, he won't be able to sleep well at night.

With an idea in mind, Han Li snuck into the valley to pile up the groceries, picked out a heavier hammer from a number of tools, and took it back to his room.

Back in the house, he found a half-defunct of abandoned hard brick from the corner of the house, picked out a more flat swamp in the house, placed the brick flat here, and placed the bottle steadily across the brick.

Han Li raised the hammer with his right hand, and the hammer paused slightly in the air, before decisively landing on the bottle's stomach, the most raised part.

“Boom!”

Fear of overexerting will destroy the contents of the bottle, so the first one just falls gently on it and tries to test the hardness of the bottle.

Seeing no trace of cracking, Han Li Min let go of his heart and seemed to be able to smash the bottle with greater force.

“Boom!” Five points.

“Boom!” Seven points.

“Boom!” Very powerful.

“Boom” twelve.

Han Li is using more and more force, his arms are swinging more and more exaggerated, and the hammer drops faster than ever. Even, at the end of the day, half the bottle was thrown into the brick, but the bottle remained intact and there was no sign that half of it would be smashed.

Han Li was stunned and still couldn't believe his hand to touch the place where the bottle was hit by an iron hammer. No trace of smashing remained on it. Green and bright, the whole bottle remained clean.

This is too unexpected for Han.

Han Li was only then truly convinced that this vial was absolutely an extraordinary good thing and would never have been deliberately abandoned. Eighty-nine of the ten were accidentally lost by the owner. Now, maybe the lost owner is searching all over the mountain for this object. If you want to keep it, make sure to keep it well collected, so that no one can see the bottle again.

In Han Lixin's eyes, as long as he didn't take the initiative to steal it, what he picked up from the ground belonged to him. If he had something ordinary, he might have given it back to the lost owner, but the bottle was so mysterious, I'm afraid it was the disciples of rich people or people with status on the mountain who lost it. Han Li didn't have a very good impression of either of them.

Han Li's family has been poor since childhood, and his family has been busy all day, often not eating a meal. Within the Qixuan Gate, he often sees the first type of people spending big foot money, eating and drinking luxury, (Qixuan Gate disciples can pay extra money to specialize in better meals if they don't want to eat regular meals.) Spend money as if it were money. Whenever this happens, Han Li feels uncomfortable. Together with these wealthy children, they are usually excluded from looking down on their disciples from poor places, who are often verbally cynical, insulted, and even have a few minor clashes with each other, as well as several group fights between children. Han Li was also involved in one of the fights, but unfortunately, he was bruised by wealthy disciples who had been used to martial arts and could not go out to see others. Later, it took several consecutive days of rest before returning to normal.

As for the people with some status and identity on the mountain, they didn't leave Han Li much of a good image. From receiving bribes and silver from the Third Uncle from Wang Custodian, to dancing rocks relying on the power of Deputy Master Ma to enter the Seventh Hall directly. Though not many big characters on the mountain have been seen, the great image of the big characters that children used to see is almost ruptured.

Han Li not only doesn't want to return what these two people have lost, but also wants to hide it mischievously.

In anticipation of this, Han immediately removed a small leather bag hanging from his neck. When he came out of the house, Han Mother sewed him with a piece of animal skin to protect him from water and moisture. It was used to fill him with a peace charm made of boar teeth. I hope that it will be used to keep him safe and safe from disease and disasters.

Han Li loosened the leather pocket, put the bottle together with the peace amulet, tightened the pocket, and then hung the bag back on his neck.

After doing all this, he looked down, and nobody. He pushed his chest down and patted himself in a slightly raised bag, feeling that it would no longer attract the attention of others.

At this point, he felt that his heart was much more solid, and he was not afraid of any more accidents, and the bottle would be found by the lost owner and he would go back.

Han Li quietly put the hammer back where it was and pretended that nothing was going on. He wandered around the Valley for a while until it was all dark before dragging his injured feet back into the house.