A Record of a Mortal’s Journey to Immortality

“Ow!” Han Ligao raised his hand, clenched his fist and exclaimed excitedly.

At this time, his child's spleen appeared undoubtedly.

His hypothesis seems to be correct: closed doors and windows hinder the bottle's attraction to white filament, the bottle's ability to attract filament is better only in a vast unobstructed area, and the luminescence the bottle can form is greater.

Though I don't know where these filaments come from? What's the use of inhaling these little light spots? But it should be a big step forward to unravel the mystery.

Han Li felt that he was about to unravel the bottle's secret, which made him particularly excited right now.

Until the sky was about to shine, the light around the bottle gradually faded away and restored its calm.

In this period of time, Han Li watched the changes in the bottle beside him, while also keeping an eye out from time to time, so that no one else could find out everything here.

He leaned over and picked up the bottle and checked it.

Unlike before, the cap is still dead and can't be opened.

Han Li was disappointed, but it was too late to see the sky, so he unwillingly put away the bottle.

He has to go back to the stone room to practice.

Over the next few days, the bottle will have the same vision every night at a certain time. Countless filaments, like moths, were drawn to the bottle, and then turned into lots of little lights, swallowed up by the bottle's greed.

When Han Li thought that this phenomenon would continue on the bottle every day, by the eighth day, other changes had occurred.

When Han Li came to the old place and took the bottle out and put it away, this absorption of the light point actually lasted only half an hour, and stopped. Then, the ink-green pattern on the bottle suddenly emitted a brilliant green light, and on the surface of the bottle, several golden yellow words and symbols appeared. These strange characters, supple in structure and peculiar in writing, have an unspeakable old-fashioned flash that flashes and swims on the bottle.

This alternate phenomenon, which lasted only a moment, disappeared again, leaving only a few prominent golden freaks on the bottle, as if all things had returned to the starting point before they happened.

After all the strange things that have happened on the bottle over the past few days, Han Li is no longer as surprised or stunned by these strange phenomena as he was at the beginning. Something more strange has happened on the bottle, and he will no longer be stunned.

He grabbed the bottle, subconsciously, and tried to open the lid.

Gently and without effort, the cap was removed from the bottle.

I can't believe it! Han Li looked at the bottle cap in his hand with amazement.

So much effort, no skill, just put this problem, this big problem that you have not solved for days, solve so easily?

Until Han Li confirmed that what was happening in front of him was true, the bottle's secret had been placed under his own skin, and he again pressed the excitement in his heart and put his eyes in front of the bottle and looked inside.

In the bottle, a drop of turquoise liquid the size of a yellow bean rolled slowly inside, reflecting the entire wall of the bottle into a luminous piece of green.

what is this

Han Li was somewhat disappointed, and took the effort of his boss to get only such a boring thing.

He sealed the bottle cap with dismay, put it in his leather bag, turned around and walked to his residence. The excitement just now threw him out of the Nine Clouds.

Although the lid of the bottle had been opened by him, the result was very unsatisfactory to him.

Han Li is ready to explore the secret of this drop of green liquid when he is bored. Maybe give him a little surprise!

Now all he has to do is -- go back to sleep and get back to sleep. His failure to sleep well every night during these days has greatly reduced his efficiency during the day and, combined with his mental weakness, has led to some interrogations from Dr. Murray.

Since Han Li became Dr. Mu's hands-on disciple and broke through the first level of the recipe, he always felt he had no incentive to practice the recipe. Besides, the effect of this tactic after practice is so unsatisfactory to him that he can't even bring up the spirit to practice.

For this reason, Dr. Murrow reprimanded him severely.

However, as soon as he reached cultivation time, he was still unconscious, impeccable and without any spirit.

In this situation, Dr. Mo was a little freaked out about whether he was the wrong person.

When I think about it, Han Li also feels a little grieved. I don't want to do this, but people are really not in the state.

What didn't occur to Han Li was that the day after he woke up, he was again proactive, whole-hearted, and committed to crazy cultivation.

The only reason he did this was because Dr. Murray said it softly.

“Every time I raise this trick to one level, I'll double the amount of silver I'm supposed to send you each month.” Dr. Murray finally saw Han Li's desire for money and found a solution from the roots. In simple words, he was tied to a chariot that he had worked so hard to cultivate.

In the days to come, Han Li worked so hard to cultivate the next tone.

Every day, from morning to noon, from noon to night, we enter the stone room twice a day, practicing and sitting, living this uniform, boring, monotonous life, leaving everything else behind us.

In order to allow him to focus on cultivating and not let external affairs interfere with him, Dr. Murrow temporarily closed the entire Valley of Divine Hands to the outside world. Even the doctor and healer were outside the valley, and his daily clothing consumption did not allow him to worry about half a dim sum.

The bottle thing was gradually forgotten by Han Li.

Fall comes in the winter, spring comes in the summer solstice.

After four years, Han Li is 14 years old.

He grew into a dark-skinned, silent country teenager. From the outside, he is no different than other farming teenagers in ordinary farming households. The same does not attract attention, neither handsome nor windy.

It's just that he travels between the stone room —— the residence, the residence —— the stone room every day, and occasionally he goes to Dr. Murrow to study medicine, and then he flips through his room and looks at all the other different books, and so the whole valley becomes all of his heavens and earth, and his manners reach the third floor of the canal.