A Record of a Mortal’s Journey to Immortality

In the end, Han Li walked into the village step by step.

As soon as he stepped into the entrance of the village, he heard an instrument of joy and walked along the trail of the village, and no one from the village could be seen.

Han Lixin moved and there were voices in this scene. He was most familiar with it when he was a kid. It was clearly a wedding ceremony in a family, and the villagers went to celebrate or have fun.

Han Li lifted up his spirit and slowed his consciousness out. It turns out that the old and small people in the village are gathered somewhere. Just where they gathered. Han Li felt so familiar. Isn't this where he lived?

Han Li was quite surprised.

“Is it...?” Han Li guessed something implicitly.

He quickened his steps, quickly bypassing several houses, turning a few turns and suddenly shining in front of him.

Hundreds of villagers were seen surrounded by a dirt yard.

There are several tile houses in the yard that look a lot better than nearby houses, with a big happy letter affixed on both sides of the yard and the front door of the tile room. There is also a small group of musicians in front of the courtyard, blowing and beating, so not lively.

And the villagers, either standing or even squatting, were just sitting on the ground. Thirty-five percent of them, some at the same time, some with their voices, argued about something, and others went to the courtyard with envious eyes.

There are many other children beside the villagers, who chase around the adults with joy.

Seeing this familiar scene, Han Lixin was in a trance for a while. It seemed that at this moment, he returned to the past and became part of the children, chasing and fighting with them.

“Tsk! Han's fourth maid is very lucky. I heard that the man is a talented man in the city. That is a very learned reader. ”

“Really? I used to be a regular room, and then I became a talented lady! ”

“I hear the Han family carries many scary dowries. There are dozens of snowflake silver! ”

“How rich! ”

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The villagers murmured gossip, awakening Han Li from his fainting.

“Han's Fourth Girl, isn't that Little Sister? Is it really Little Sister's day out?” Han Li's indescribable emotions surged and went on and on.

For some reason, Han Li hid behind a tree nearby and stared at the courtyard door.

Suddenly, a shout came out from afar: "Here comes the flower truck! The groom is here to pick up the bride! ”

Hear that, the villagers are in turmoil! The voices of that man are boiling!

“The bride is out! ”

“The new daughter-in-law is coming out! Check it out! ”

……

Kids don't want to yell weakly either. Han Li's spirit shook and his gaze at the courtyard door was cut hot.

“Creaking," the wooden courtyard door opened, coming out of it a dozen men and women came. Among them was a young girl dressed in a bonus wedding dress.

The girl had a sharp chin and a clear appearance. She was about sixteen or seven years old, and her face was shy at this time.

Han Li opened his eyes and carefully looked at the young girl's face. He wanted to find some shadows from her memory.

Apart from finding a little familiarity with the past in the corner of the girl's eyebrows, Han Li and her impressed little sister can no longer be associated anywhere else.

“Cough! The woman has changed so much, that makes sense!” Han Li smiled bitterly and began to sweep his eyes away at the people beside her.

“This fat guy is Uncle San, he can tell at a glance, and he's still fat as before! ”

“The big black man over here is Brother Han Tie, the woman next to him, should be his sister-in-law! ”

……

Han Li was named after him and mumbled in his mouth, which seemed to make him feel easier.

Han Li stopped talking when his eyes fell on a man and a woman and two grey-haired old men.

He stayed behind the tree, motionless, and the divine color became extremely complex.

There was joy, cowardice, and a little confusion.

Parents are much older than expected by Han Li. He remembered his mother's dark hair when she went up the hill, but now she was gray, and her father, who had a straight waist bar, now bowed.

Han Li was silent and dizzy, like a lump of paste. He doesn't know what's going on down there.

By the time he was awake, the little sister had boarded a colored car full of red silk and had gone far away. Next to the trolley, follow a scholar riding a big green horse.

Han Li glanced hard at the distant colored car and looked back at the crowd's parents, then closed his eyes.

When the faces of the parents and several close relatives were deeply impressed, Han Li turned around and suddenly showed his steadfastness on his face, then walked to the entrance of the village.

Han Li knew that when he walked out of the village again, his crossing with these people could end his life.

He was well aware that since he had learned Changchun Gong and learned of the existence of the immortal practitioner, he would follow a completely different path from ordinary people.

Whether it's lucky or unlucky in the future, he won't regret his choice!

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