A Record of a Mortal’s Journey to Immortality

Dr. Murray, I am very satisfied that Han Li can spend all his time practicing.

But the cultivation of his anonymous rhetoric is still slow.

In recent years, Dr. Murrow's illness seems to be worse. The number of daily coughs becomes more frequent and the duration of the cough is even longer.

As his health deteriorated, Dr. Murray also seemed more concerned about the progress of Han Li's training. The anxiety of his heart can be heard in his usual and repeated words.

Dr. Murray, I think you take Han Li very seriously. Not only did he get more silver than the average disciple, but he also looked at him in a strange way, like he was looking at a rare treasure and caring for everything.

But Han Li, who practiced to the third level, became very sensitive to his senses. He inadvertently discovered that behind these caring eyes, there was occasionally a glimmer of greed and desire that disturbed Han Li.

These looks made Han Li feel a little creepy, and always felt that Dr. Murray, who revealed these looks, looked at himself not as if he was looking at a living person, but as if he was looking at something.

It puzzles him a little. Can you do anything that Dr. Murray wants?

Of course not, he answered himself positively.

Han Li sometimes even thinks that he is a little allergic to practicing. In the dark, defaming Dr. Murray is a little ungrateful.

But he himself somehow, in the most hidden part of his heart, saved a certain amount of defense against Dr. Murrow, and with the passing of time this defense became stronger.

Now there is a major problem in front of Han Li, who has encountered bottlenecks in the practice of kung fu, and even worse, with Han Li's extensive practice and medication over the years, Dr. Mu's precious medications have disappeared.

Obviously, Han Li is not a genius. Without the aid of drugs, his cultivation has completely stalled.

This embarrassed Han Li when he faced Dr. Mo.

Dr. Murray, almost all of his hard work and homework were spent on himself, creating the best training conditions for himself, but he was unable to meet his requirements.

This made it difficult for Han Li to face Dr. Mu and face his eager questioning at that moment.

Strangely, for some reason, Dr. Mu, who is highly skilled in martial arts, was unable to find out the details of Han Li's cultivation, but could only tell from the pulse given to him that his progress was one or two, so he was unaware of the difficulties facing Han Li these days.

Not long ago, Han Li, disturbed by his heart, finally told Dr. Mu about his cultivation.

Dr. Murray heard that Han Li had not improved in the oral vote for a year, and that the scalloped yellow face had become a little pale, without the expression of his face, and even more ugly.

Dr. Murray did not blame him, just told him that he was going to go down the mountain for a while, go find some medicine to come back, let him hold on to the mountain practice, don't relax and practice.

Two days later, Dr. Mo left the Qixuan Gate alone with his luggage and medicine collection tools.

After he left, the entire Valley of Divine Hands left only Han Li alone.

Another brother and friend, Zhang Tie, suddenly disappeared two years ago when he practiced on the third level of "Xiangjiagong”. Only one farewell letter was left to Chuangjiang Lake, which caused a wave of waves throughout the Qixuan Gate. Later, it was heard that it was Dr. Murray who made the plea, which did not involve his nominees and relatives in the family. This made Han Li feel too sudden, sad for a few days. Think about it later. Hidden feels that something is wrong, but other people keep their mouth shut and nobody asks him, and this matter is gone. Later, Han Li assumed that Zhang Tiemo was not afraid of the cultivation of the fourth layer of "Kokung”, so he slipped away unconsciously and secretly.

After practicing in the valley for a few days, and Han Li was also a teenager, he walked out of the Valley of Divine Hands and wandered around in Caixia Mountain.

Han Li felt a little emotional walking along these familiar and unfamiliar mountain roads.

In the past few years, Han Li has not walked out of the small valley once in order to practice kung fu.

It is estimated that Han Li's brother was forgotten by the same door outside.

On the road, he met some disciples of the mountain patrol, saw him in the clothes of the disciple inside the door, but he looked strange. He was alert to interrogate him, and it took him a long time to explain before he was able to get away.

In order to avoid unnecessary trouble, Han Li simply picked the sheep bowel trail, walked to a quiet place, and avoided a crowded place.

Indeed, along the way, there were no more annoying inventories, making him go further and farther.

Looking at these very different views of the valley, listening to the chirping sounds of the various birds, for a moment, all the troubles were thrown behind Han Li's head.

Suddenly, after a burst of weaponry, many people drank the sound of cursing and aiding, coming from a relatively hidden cliff, stealthily.

Such a remote place! So many people together! There's still so much noise!

Han Li's curiosity arose, and he was no longer afraid of being questioned. He followed the noise of the fight and came near this cliff.

What a big scene! He couldn't help but be slightly surprised.

At the bottom of this cliff, which is completely covered by trees, there are more than a hundred people surrounded, and this small area, crowded with so many people, even on some of the larger trees nearby, there are several people, standing on the branches, watching.

There are two waves of hostile confrontation within the circle of so many people.

There are 11 or 12 people on the left, fewer on the right, and six or seven on the left.

Han Li found that all these people, whether they were watching or standing there, were similar in age to themselves and were only teenagers.

Han Li's face revealed a slight smile. What a coincidence!

Among so many people, he easily recognized several familiar old faces.

“Wan Jinbao, Zhang Dalu, Ma Yun, Sun Lisong... Huh! Fat Wang is fatter than before. He's a dry cook at home. It's delicious to feed! This man is Liu Tietou! The old black charcoal head turned into a white face!” Han Li also climbed onto a tree and made a big name for the familiar face below.