A Record of a Mortal’s Journey to Immortality

Time flew fast and Han Li spent three months in the cave.

In the meantime, Kui Huan several people came again and said with some apologies that he had told some of his elders about Han Li's mastery of symbolism and hoped that Han Li would not be surprised.

Han Li certainly wouldn't really care about this because there was a plan to use symbolism to cover it. After a good word of comfort, he sent a few people away.

As for Tianquan Peak, Han Li was accidentally selected among the twenty-four disciples. Therefore, the glamorous woman with the Mu surname, who rarely came to the pharmacy, also explained to Han Li the difficulties of the half-day Xuan Ice Resolutions. This made Han Li a little unexpected and a little silent.

Apart from these two waves of people, no one bothered Han Li's practice anymore.

On this day, Han Li was struggling to cultivate Qingyuan Sword Technique in the Cangfu Jing Room, and suddenly his eyebrows wrinkled and collected the method, and stood up.

By the time he walked out of the quiet room and the entrance to the cave, there was a flame of sounding notes crashing through the forbidden fog of the pharmacy.

Han Li saw this, gently separated the restraint. After wave, the musical note became a fiery fire and fell into his hands.

A moment later, he was five fingers in one. The fire went out without a trace.

“Bai Feng Feng Feng, Song Shizu! Isn't that Sister Knight Dan, the first beautiful woman to fall into the cloud? Is this woman pointing at herself? If that's the case, these days aren't too sad!” Han Li had no expression on his face and muttered.

Then he stopped hesitating and lifted his hand to release the flying sword magic instrument and headed straight for White Phoenix Peak.

……

White Phoenix Peak is located in the easternmost part of the Falling Cloud Sect, far from the other five peaks, quite a bit lonely and arrogant.

Although the smallest of the six peaks, the peak is full of shallots and flowers. The view is beautiful, the end is the crown of the peaks, far from being comparable to the peaks of Tianquan.

Soon after, Han Li appeared near Baifeng Peak.

Because this peak is mostly a nun, Bai Feng Feng has an unwritten and strange rule that any male disciple from other peaks who comes to do this must speak to the disciple at the bottom of the mountain before entering the mountain.

Otherwise, if you fall into the confinement of White Phoenix Peak, you can blame yourself.

Han Li naturally had no intention of breaking and entering. The honest drive landed at the foot of the mountain.

At the mountain gate, there are three Qi refining nuns who are laughing and saying something.

Seeing Han Li, some strange man, stopped, all curiously weighed in.

“Han Li, the next Spring Peak, came to receive the practice of Song Shizu's fingers. I also look forward to seeing some of my sisters.” Han Li slammed several female disciples, arching his hand.

“You are Han Li, Master Jo already told me. Brother Han can go directly to the summit of Chao Feng Palace. Master Jo is waiting for you there!” A young nun with little freckles on her face said with a slight smile as soon as she heard Han Li's words.

Han Li heard the words and immediately after thanking him, the defenseman took off.

However, just before he flew away, the three disciples thought Han Li was unlikely to hear any more of their conversations, and there was some unrestrained discussion.

“Is this Brother Han really a disciple in this sword test tournament? Fixing it doesn't look high! ”

“And it's common, not eye-catching. ”

“Hee-hee! You don't know that, do you? I've watched all the games of this brother Han, and I'll tell you...”

Upon hearing this, Han raised his face and smiled bitterly. After shaking his head, he flew straight to the top of the peak.

Bai Feng Feng Feng was not very high. After a moment of effort, Han Li flew to the summit.

There is a flat area of 100 square feet, surrounded by white clouds, spiritual spirit, like the immortal realm of the world.

And in this fairy land, there is only one lonely penthouse, where it stands.

The penthouse is about twenty feet tall and consists of three floors, entirely constructed from unknown white wood, with no paint of any colour, making it look elegant and quaint.

Han Li fell in front of the attic, and there was no hesitation in his mouth:

“Disciple Han Li, meet Master Song Jo! ”

Han Li felt a glimmer of divinity and swept past him.

Han Li did not know, standing in the spot as usual.

Half an hour later, a gentle and moving voice of women was heard in the attic.

“Now that you're here, I'll come upstairs and wait for you. ”

“Yes, sir!” Han Li didn't say much, but walked forward and gently pushed the wooden door.

The loft door was easily pushed open, an empty floor with nothing but a seemingly functional matrix.

Han Li swept down and went straight to the second floor.

The layout on the second floor is equally cool and simple, with only a few chairs and a low stone table, in addition to a few wooden shelves filled with some magic jade.

Second, from the second floor, Han Li saw a woman in blue sitting on the chair, looking down at a pile of old bamboo janes on the table, seemed to be focusing on the study of what to study, see that it was fixed as the early frontier of Knightan.

Han Li hesitated for a moment and was about to say something, but the woman lifted her head and revealed a striking look.

“Are you Han Li?” This looks like a 256 character woman, asks calmly.

“Yes, Master!” Han Li dropped his hand and replied.

“Well, since you're here, it's your chance. Naturally, I'll point you in the eye. But you can only stay here for three days. You have to leave this pavilion and White Phoenix as soon as three days arrive? In the meantime, it's up to you to understand everything.” The woman stared slowly at Han Li with her unusually clear and bright eyes.

“For some reason, the woman was not high, but Han Li was staring at her, but there was a feeling of her body and mind being peered at by each other, and she was shocked.

You know, with the strength of Han Li's current divinity, it's really weird to make him feel this way.

Obviously, the other party did something to detect the divine power of the mind.

Until he thought about it, Han Li's face respectfully said, "The power of hidden and resolute power instantly circulated around him and quickly protected his mind."

Just after Han Li's dark self-vigilance and confusion, the blue coat woman's eyes flashed a different light and her face now closed her eyes with a slight tiredness.

“Repeat your mantra for me first. And then we wait on the first floor. Don't come up here without my permission. When I have a little insight, I will call you up to elaborate on the incomprehensible and obscure. Let's do it now!” The woman said softly.

“Yes, the disciple cultivated the Xuan Ice Resolutions given by Uncle Mu, this technique…” Han Li's unchanging and slow recitation.

After a cup of tea, Han Li finally finished reciting it.

The woman in blue nodded her head and waved her hand to Han Li for a moment.

Han Li gave a gift and withdrew from the second floor without saying anything.

The woman in blue looked at Han Li's disappearing back and frowned slightly and sat motionless on the chair.

But moments later, she slowly rose, waving her hand, and the blue sound shield floated over her.

Then she pulled out a musical note and whispered a few words, and threw it out of the mask, turning it into a fire that flew directly out of the window, and then disappeared.

……

At the waist of the mountain of the Lord's Peak of the Drop Cloud, in the attic where the last Knightaman monks gathered, the white bearded old man stood idyllically at the window and looked.

All of a sudden his eyes flashed a bright glint, and a flame shone directly at him from the sky.

The old man silently raised his hand, a piece of white Xia ejected from his palm, and suddenly caught the red light into his hand, turning it into a fiery fire.

There was a brief voice in the fire from a woman in blue.

“Han Li is fine, Du Dong has ghosts! ”

“Huh! There's ghosts. I knew something was wrong. At the time, Du Jia and Baiqiao Yard were in charge of the power of the paying family. It was really Du Jia's descendants. Naturally, they should worship under the doors of Baiqiao Yard. Why did I come to the cloud section?” The whitebearded old man spoke to himself coldly, showing a hint of chill on his face.

“However, Master Song's ‘Tong Ming Ling Rhino' is getting stronger. With the exception of the two master uncles, I'm afraid I can resist them.” The white-wasted old man seemed to think of something else, mumbling slightly with envy.

……

More than two months later, the western mountains of Yunmeng Mountain, the gates of Baiqiao Court, were located in a huge valley surrounding the mountains.

Thousands of disciples in all kinds of clothes gathered in the square in the heart of the valley, the lively discussion continued.

There are still a lot of people waiting to look at the sky, the colour of impatience on the face, seemingly anxious to wait for something. (To be continued, please go to www.qidian.com for more chapters, support the author, and support authentic reading!)