A Record of a Mortal’s Journey to Immortality

Before he flew to the stone gate, Brother Yellow clothes token Guangxia scattered, the passage vanished instantly without a trace.

“Follow me," the man said indifferently after glancing at several people.

He then jumped more than a dozen fingers, tied his complex fingerprints in his hands, and then suddenly turned around, his hands flashing.

The red and yellow rays were shot out of their hands and hit directly against the forbidden stone door.

The blue gate, which was then closed, flashed brightly. In a low buzz. The door slowly opened, revealing a long square channel inside.

Brother Yellow walked in without saying a word.

The others looked at each other and followed.

Han Li walked among the disciples, his eyes were not oblique, but in fact God looked at everything nearby.

This square passage appears to have been carved out directly in the belly of the mountain by a manipulator. Not only are the four walls unusually smooth, but every step taken, there must be some deeply elusive spells engraved on the walls.

Although he was unable to study them in detail for a while, he also knew that they were by no means meant to be set up.

The passage was not long, but only walked around a hundred husbands, and everyone saw it shining and appeared in a clean stone hall.

The hall is about fifty or sixty large and about seventy or eight tall.

Meanwhile, in the middle of the stone hall, there is a green stone table a few feet in size, the vertical marks of the ten noodles are staggered, it is a huge chessboard, the black and white chess pieces are all over the plate, seems to reach the most critical point.

And on both sides of the board, there was an old man and a young man sitting there with a black and white plate of sons. Old, a long-faced old man in a gown, about fifties years old. The younger one was only seven or eight years old, with red teeth and white lips, as if a jade child were reincarnated.

“Uncle Blue! What are you doing here? ”

At the sight of the boy, the monk Bai called for the exit, and then hurried to pay a big prayer.

“Uncle Blue Master? ”

The elderly in grey clothes and the middle-aged monks of Baiqiao Court, at first sight a strange boy was here, but after hearing the name of the White Monk, the color changed dramatically. Looking at the boy's braids barefoot and the appearance of a gold ring on his hands, a legendary predecessor appeared in his head.

“Seniors Tu Hei and Yushan Ann meet Senior Blue!” The two men were shocked and hastily saluted without reflection.

“Get up. Didn't you see me and my nephew Hu are getting to the point! Don't make a sound. I'll finish the game.” The boy had a fine skin and a tender voice, but the words spoken were old and massive.

“Yes!” Three brothers, such as the White Surname Brothers, agreed without thinking, and then stood in the vicinity, afraid of any discontent.

The long-faced old man playing chess with the boy showed a slight smile at the three of them, but didn't say anything.

As for Brother Yellowcoat, since entering the stone hall, he had followed the rules and stepped behind the boy, looking like a gift from a disciple.

Those young monks who followed them heard the three ancestors call their first seventy-eight year-old uncle, and suddenly there was a commotion.

What that means, how could they not know, when they opened their eyes and stared dead at the boy, and their hearts fluttered.

Han Li was surprised when he saw the boy's room. This is a real, original, early monk. How did you get here?

Later, however, he returned to calm.

Now he, although not an opponent of the early brothers of the former infant, is not a difficult thing to escape from. Besides, he believed that he was not the reason he was here.

Hence, Han Li's face remained unchanged, but his mind silently thought about what would happen to his plan.

Eventually, after the boy and the elderly with a long face had gone down for almost a minute, the elderly with a long face pushed the board and said respectfully.

“Senior Blue is superb in chess, disciples are not opponents, gambling downwind! ”

As soon as the boy heard this, his face revealed a glimmer of joy, but then his dark eyes slipped away and he doubted:

“Nephew Hu, you didn't give in! My old man made a deal with you that I would never let go of playing chess. ”

“How dare the younger generation fool the younger generation? It is true that the younger generation is far better than the previous one.” The long-faced old man heard that his face seemed a little longer and hurried to distinguish between them.

“Hee-hee, I think chess has grown a lot more than before. Looks like there's no such thing as bargaining with the worldly chess experts.” The boy smiled a little more when he heard the words.

“All right. Put away the pieces. We have to get down to business.” The boy suddenly stopped laughing and said.

Then a small twist of his body, he faced the long-awaited dry monk, blinked a few distinct black and white large eyes, swept over the faces of several knots, his eyes on Confucian's face.

“Nephew Bai, you have been joining the ancient sword gate for several years.” The boy asked slowly.

“Later generations have been getting started for over a hundred years.” The White Brother was a little confused when he heard the words, but he replied honestly.

“More than a hundred years! It's a little hard for you.” The boy flashed a different color on his face and sighed a sigh of air.

“Uncle, what do you mean?” The Blue Robe Confucius had a slightly changed complexion, but said with a strong smile.

“What do you mean? Your Majesty, as the closing disciple of the righteous palace master, stayed in this door for years like this. We cannot tolerate your great god. Have you ever thought about going back to see your master?” The boy stared at Confucius and said with a cold voice.

White name Rusheng listened to the boy's words, his face was "dull” and pale.

The elderly in grey clothes and the middle-aged monks of Baiqiao Court beside each other gave a startling look in their eyes while subconsciously leaving the White Monks for a few steps.

“White Daoist, is what Senior Blue said true?” The middle-aged monk asked incredibly.

The white name Confucius was red for a while and white for a while, and did not distinguish anything.

“Since Uncle Shi has already found out everything in his history, it seems that Bai's denial is useless. But I won't snatch it!” After a moment of ugliness, Confucianism finally spoke.

But when the last word "catch” just exited, he flashed a white light on his body, and the man reflexed like a crossbow into the disciple group behind him. As soon as he grabbed it, a pale hand immediately greeted one of them with a headcover.

It's that black-clothed youth Mengdi in the “Nine Spirits Sword Body”!

“What are you doing?” The elderly and middle-aged monks roared immediately, and there was a gleam on their bodies, looking like they were rescuing each other, but obviously one step late.

Mengdi was also stunned, and raised his hand to release a mortal sword, severely chopping off to the big hand.

But the difference between the two was too great. The sword could not be cut into light hands. Instead, the crushing collapse between the eyes broke, and the sight of the Mengdi was caught by Confucianism. The White Brother shook his body and fell on the ground at once.

The bare hands immediately turned into a luminous glow and vanished into thin air.

Young people in black couldn't help but stand in place and be overwhelmed.

“Humph! You're practicing well by ‘whitening your hands’ on this door. But you forgot, I didn't really come here to play chess.” The boy rubbed his little hand without expression and mumbled.

Nobody in Shi Hall could see how this boy could do anything but Han Li and how to hold Confucianism.

Han Li glanced slightly at Confucianism, looked at the boy, and the strange colour flashed over him.

At the same time as Confucianism suddenly made his move, he was surprised to discover that a little light red thread flashed out of the boy's foot, and as the thread entered Confucianism's body, the other party immediately fell over.

At first, he thought it was some kind of scratchy treasure for flying needles, but when the mind swept away, he was stunned to discover that the faint red thread containing the absent forest chill, it was the sword chi that refined into silk.

It touched Han Li!

He has also heard before that the sword of the bright extremes can be practiced to a certain degree and can be converted into silk at will, can break 10,000 laws with one sword!

It is only now that he has been able to see with his own eyes. It is incredible to be able to cultivate a sword like this!

“Hu Shinephew, lock him up in a dragon cave, people can't kill him yet. We old guys, we need something else!” The boy twisted his slender neck and turned his face and said to the old man who had just played chess with him.

The long-faced old man has a heart and a mouth called it. After a few steps, Tijusheng entered through a biased door in the stone hall and disappeared.

Han glanced down at the situation and glanced at Nadu Dong.

Seeing him seemed normal, but watching carefully, he found his drooping hands unwittingly clenched into fists, which revealed tension in his mind.

Han Li saw this, smiled slightly, and no longer cared about this person. (To be continued, please go to www.qidian.com for more chapters, support the author, and support authentic reading!)