A Record of a Mortal’s Journey to Immortality

Han stands in a very peculiar hall, a cylindrical oversized room with a diameter of more than thirty feet and heights of four or five, with pale red crystals on the surrounding green rock walls and a thin layer of white sand on the ground, making the entire hall look clean and tidy.

But if someone looks up, they will be stunned to find that there is an upside down white milk column on the roof of this hall, and the density and numbness is everywhere. This is a rare milk cave, and this place was only slightly modified to look like it is today.

The hall is surrounded by three averages, two of which are engraved with an ancient inscription of the word "vessel” and a word "dan”, the last of which is empty and there is no sign nearby.

At this time, there was no one in the lobby. Han Li glanced at it and hesitated for a moment before walking into the lane engraved with Danzi.

The passage was not long, and a slightly larger house appeared at the end of the passage after a dozen steps. There is a long table in the house, and an old man with a reddish face stands at the table and looks at Han Li with a smile.

Behind the table are several old, walled shelves filled with a variety of furnaces, ingredients, and strange objects that Han Li has never heard of.

Before Han Li talked, the old man opened his mouth with a smile: “This little friend, look at your face, it's the first time you've come here! Now there are fewer and fewer new arrivals in this shithole! My husband has long tired of looking at all the guys with dead faces. It's great to have a younger new guy here!” The old man shook his head and said that his face looked a little dishonest.

But Han Li has noticed that Sky Eye surgery has no effect on this old man, can't see the other side's deep shallow, which shows that the old man is another master of foundation building, how dare he be lazy!

Therefore, he hastily saluted: “The younger generations have met Uncle Shi, his nephew is indeed the first time to come to Yuefu Palace, and asked Uncle Shi to point one or two!” Han Li put his posture very low.

“There's nothing you don't understand here, buddy. Just ask. Besides, my last name is Xu, call me Uncle Xu or Xu Old Man. Don't be short, I don't like to hear this!” The old man hastily revised Han Li's designation of himself, which seems to be of great interest.

“Then... the younger generation obeys!” Han Li hesitated for a moment and said no matter what, he thought the other party was a little strange.

“That's right, now let's talk about the purpose.” The old man Xu said satisfactorily.

“Later generations want to find some formulas and books related to Dan medicine, and want to study the way of Alchemy.” Han Li tried to make his words seem gentle and circumvented. He didn't want to attract this person's attention.

“Alchemy recipes and books? Just follow this staircase!” To the surprise of Han Li, the old man did not want to question his actions. After randomly putting out a black token and issuing a verdict, a stone staircase leading to the roof appeared in the open space behind him and between the shelves.

Han Li Daxi hurriedly walked near the stairs and was about to leave, but this old man suddenly revealed a sly look.

“To view the collection on the second floor, a low order spirit stone is charged for an hour, the original is not allowed to be taken away from here, and to reproduce the contents, a reproduction fee of ten spirit stones is payable. ”

Before Han Li stepped onto the stairwell, he had already placed Xu Lao behind him. He did not slow down to say the relevant regulations, and let Han Li's figure stagnate. He almost wanted to curse.

It's a little too expensive! Don't say that the cost of replicating the Ten Low-Order Spiritual Stones is the cost of browsing the Spiritual Stones at a time, and will also make many shy disciples in their bags stop looking.

You know, a low-ranking disciple can only earn 20 or 30 soul stones a year from all kinds of work! Taking into account everyday practice consumption and expenses, there are only a few spiritual stones that can actually be saved.

So this charge is definitely black-hearted! Han Li's senses of the old man turned 180 degrees immediately, what a big rapist!

Han Li's face had a slightly different look, but no one stopped because of the old man's words. Instead, he threw his head back. A low-order spirit stone threw into the old man's hands, and he quickly climbed to the second floor.

“Interesting! I can't believe I'm not frightened by this kind of charge. I still look like a small fortune teller. Oh, looks like there's another little fortune to be paid!” This self-proclaimed uncle, seeing Han Li's delightful move upstairs, couldn't help but squeeze his happy eyes into the shape of a curved moon and rub the spirit stone on the corner for a few moments, then put it in front of him and look closely. The face of an iron cock was undoubtedly exposed, which was completely different from the approachable look he had seen at the beginning.

At this time, Han Li pressed down on his depression and calmed his mood before carefully measuring the second floor.

His imagination of generosity and brightness, countless books such as Bamboo Jane and so on are completely different from the situation in which large houses are packed. Although the houses on the second floor are not small, there are very few things left there that are pitiful.

Two dark bookshelves, a dirty table, and a broken chair. That's all the homework in this house. Of course, there are still twenty or thirty old yellow books on that bookshelf, and there are several bundles of broken bamboo janes on the table, and two jade tubes that no longer show their original color.

“So cold? Mo is not in the wrong place, this is Xiu Xiandai's Secretarial Palace! It's definitely some poor show talent's shitty bookstore.” Han stood up and was struck by the view of the house. Had it not been for Old Xu's unpredictable powers, he would have almost had the urge to go downstairs and grab each other's collars and question them hard.

After a deep breath, Han Li calmly walked to a bookshelf and then gently pulled out an old book and looked carefully.

“The five lines of heaven and earth, the five dirty counterparts, the gold needle prick, can chemize the essence...” He immediately surprised after reading the book only a few words. He couldn't help but look at the book together.

“Fahrenheit Golden Needle Secret" five big words appeared in front of Han Li's eyes.

Han Li's face was ugly. Not to say that the book is bad, but it does contain some of the rare mysteries of needle treatment in the world, and even has the odd effect of reviving death and stimulating the potential of the patient. But what does the golden needle have to do with alchemy? Even more frustrating is that he has read the book countless times, even backwards, at Dr. Murray's. It's a secular book of medicine. How did the Emperor get here?

A string of questions appeared in Han Li's head, making him squeeze his eyebrows, greatly confused. But when I looked at the rest of the books on the shelf, a slightly worse hunch overshadowed my mind.

Han Li flipped all the rest of the old books with seven hands and eight feet. Whenever one book is turned over, the gloomy color on his face becomes a little deeper. When even the books on the other shelf have been looked at, Han Li's face is as dark as it was before the storm.

None of these 20 books is the Book of Alchemy, either the secret to curing illness and saving lives, or the deviation from the mysterious complications. The strangest thing is that there is also a self-explanatory poison book by a master poisoner, all of which are secular books.

“Once the time has come, we will be adding another spirit stone!” Suddenly the old man Xu shouted such a voice downstairs.

Han Li sniffed, some speechless, just like this pile of garbage books, also to collect the spirit stone? However, as his eyes turned to the objects on the table, he felt fortunate to have touched another spirit stone from his body and continued down the stairs.

“Spirit Stone has received, little friend, keep looking, my husband will not disturb you!” Xu Lao downstairs said with a laugh.

Han Li no longer cares about the elderly because he is well aware that it is no longer important for him to be respectful to the person who does not conceal * * *, it is important that he can continue to reap the benefits of spiritual stones.

However, Han Li also did not intend to throw another spirit stone for nothing, so he obviously moved much faster than just now by looking at the bamboo jane on the table, and just look at the approximate content, and no longer read in detail word by word.

Under the soft white light of a large moonstone on the roof, Han's divine colour flickered with several bundles of bamboo Jane, suddenly delighted and uncertain. After flipping through all the bamboo janes, Han Li sighed as he put them back where they belonged.

This time, these bamboo curtains are really a recipe for several kinds of Dan medicine and some of the ingredients. But unfortunately, in terms of the ingredients of these Dan drugs, these are the same as Han Li's "Yellow Dragon Dan” and “Golden Marrow Pill”, which is no longer useful for Han Li, who now has 11 layers of Changchun kung fu.

Hence, Han Li's only hope rested on those two fist-sized jade tubes, hoping that what was written therein would not let him return empty-handed.

(Book buddies, if they like it, don't forget to collect it)