A Record of a Mortal’s Journey to Immortality

After hearing the rumor, Han Li frowned and spread out.

“Silver Moon, you will let go of the restraint and let the two elders of Fallen Cloud come in first. Sooner or later, we have to give each other an explanation. But don't show up again when you turn on the ban. After all, although your demonic fox body is good at hiding and illusion, you can't hide the demon from a former infant monk.” Han Li insisted.

“Yes, master.” Silver Moon respectfully replied, Lotus walked out gently.

A moment later, the two elders waiting outside Shiyun Zongjie Mountain suddenly saw a change in the view of Shiyun Mountain below, which seemed to be an ordinary mountain rock wall, suddenly appeared a large green mist, covering the whole hill. In the fog, Sha Qi rushes to the sky, Ruwen floats, and there is clearly a forbidden appearance.

The old man with silver hair and Brother Lu looked at each other and laughed bitterly.

The other side opened a cave in the cloud section and laid out such a powerful method of formation, they didn't even notice it as a landlord. It's a disgrace to say so. At the very least, it's inevitable to be laughed at by a few friends.

Han's faint voice was heard in the mist.

“Han has borrowed your spiritual training this time and has never greeted Daoyou. It's a shame. I hope you two don't freak out. I hereby release the prohibition, please enter the house for a review. ”

Han Li spoke very politely.

“Ha ha! What did Daoist say? It is a privilege to see us fall into the clouds and condense Yuan Baby in this section. How could I be unhappy with you two? However, this time in a hurry, I did not prepare the gift of Daoyou Baby, some ashamed.” The silver-haired old man laughed as if he didn't mind at all.

“Brother Dao joked. Han Li has already been greatly grateful to be able to have a baby here.” Han Li replied calmly.

As the words exited, the blue mist rolled over violently, dividing itself in front of the two into two or three lengths of passage.

Seeing this scenario, the two silver-haired old men did not hesitate at all. In a flighty passage, the illness instantly flew to a blue stone gate.

The stone gate was wide open, standing in front of a young man in a robe, more than twenty years old, ordinary appearance, with a smile in the corner of his mouth, it was Han Li who welcomed them out of the house.

“Two Daoists, come in!” Han Li chuckled at the two of them and made way for Cave Mansion.

“I'm waiting to disturb you.” The two silver-haired old men were not polite either. After a short fist, they followed Han Li into the stone gate.

Then the blue mist outside rolled over and the passage vanished from sight, prohibiting the healing as it had begun.

Though the two silver-haired old men sensed the scene, they naturally had nothing to worry about because they were in the clouds.

He and Han Li walked through a small passage and entered a large hall.

“How about you two Taoists try the spirit tea I'm making first.” Han Li sat down and moved his mind. A giant ape puppet slowly walked in with a tea tray in his hand. Three cups of freshly prepared fresh tea were placed on the tea tray, one in front of the other. Then the puppet withdrew with no expression.

“Good tea! However, I didn't expect that Han Daoyou practiced organ puppetry, which is very rare.” The silver-haired old man tasted the tea in his hand, cheered it gently, and then stared in the direction of the giant ape puppet disappearing, a little surprised to say.

“Nothing, Han only understands some puppet ways and refines a few drivers. How can you get into the eyes of two Daoists?” Han Li did not care to reply.

“Huh! Daoist is too modest. This giant ape is just a puppet, but from the spiritual strength of his body, there is absolutely no problem with a foundational monk.” The middle-aged man with the Lu surname was equally surprised by Han Lihui's puppeteering. He was obliged to export the probe.

“It is true that such a puppet's full blow is comparable to that of a medium-sized Brother of Architecture, but the means of action and attack are a little too uniform. Refining its materials is valuable enough to match a top-of-the-line caliper.” Han Li shook his head and accidentally pointed out several flaws in the puppet.

“But as such, Daoist's puppet is no small thing. Especially if the lower disciples are carrying one, defense is more than enough. However, this kind of organ puppeteering seems to originate from the Qianzhu religion in the far west. Is Daoyou a monk from the far west?” The silver-haired old man still praised the giant ape puppet, but the conversation turned and sounded like Han Li's origins.

After listening to the old man, Han Li smiled slightly and his eyes narrowed.

He thought and didn't want to, and understood each other's intentions, appearing silent:

“Puppet art was learned from an anonymous book under. I don't know if it has anything to do with Extreme Western Land. But the Far West Brothers are well versed in puppet ways, and Han is well aware of it. There are plans to go there a long time ago and consult with the monks there about puppetry. As for Han, but the real goods of Brother Tianan, originally from Vietnam in the early years, but then the demonic six invasions had to be taken away from other countries.” Han Li half true and half falsely said the above.

“Turns out Daoyou is from a foreign country. This is really a little unexpected. Looking at Taoist looks so young, I wonder how many years Han Taoist practiced. Does the practice also have a resident effect?” Brother Lu and the old man looked at each other and finally couldn't bear to ask.

At first, he felt that Han Li looked too young, but at least he must be 300 or 400 years old to reach the step of condensing Yuan Baby. Just as Brother Lu himself entered the Yuan infancy when he was almost 400 years old.

“Han's practice has no effect on the face. But under the coincidence of the early years, I once took a set face, and the face always stayed in the moment of taking it, and nothing would change. And by the count of it, he's over 200 years old. ”

“What, 200 years old?” When Brother Lu began to hear the words of Ding Yantan, he said in his heart, 'It is indeed so’. But when Han Liyi said his age, his face changed dramatically and he looked horrified.

“Daoyou really practiced spring and autumn only 200 years ago.” The silver-haired man listened to Han Li, and his heart kept rolling and he asked softly.

To his knowledge, a monk who had been able to condense a former baby for only 200 years, Tianan had not been there before, but only a dozen people. None of these people are talented, and most of them are truly amazing characters. Among them, there is a breakthrough in the late Yuan Baby period before disappearing, and the legend of flying up to another realm exists.

Isn't it possible that this young monk, who claims to have practiced only 200 years in front of him, will also be able to break through the early stages of his former infancy and become something else?

“What's wrong with having a baby at 200?” Han Li saw this, his eyes flashed with suspicion. Though I know that I have condensed a former infant in 200 years, it is indeed much earlier than a general monk. I really don't know what that means. After all, Han Li only knew about the Yuan Baby Brother, and had little opportunity to contact him.

“Nothing, Han Daoyou condensed into a baby so young, surprised me both. Looks like Daoist's future is limitless!” The silver-haired old man sighed and said with envy.

Meanwhile, he's got an idea in his heart. Whatever they say is true or false, a former infant monk, they must pull together properly, and must not engage in evil with this person. It would be better to persuade this person to join the Fallen Cloud Sect.

Lu's middle-aged man on one side also had a complex colour, but the brows also returned to normal. After a few sentences of the silver-haired old man's lip slight rumor, both faces showed a heavy colour.

Han Li did not show dissatisfaction when he did not look into his eyes. Instead, he took the opportunity to pick up the teacup on the table and gently sipped it.

At this time, the silver-haired old man and the Lu middle-aged man seemed to have been consulted, and then the silver-haired old man suddenly said:

“Since the Han brothers are still scattered, please forgive me for asking. Daoyou is now Yuan Baby, where can I go in the future? ”

“Where? I didn't think about it at all. Vietnam is now a magical world, and it is impossible to go back after offending Brother Ghost Gate in the early next year. Elsewhere…” Han Li said, revealing his hubris, seeming somewhat uncertain.

“If Taoist friends don't want to abandon the weak cloud sect, join this section. Although we fall far short of the ancient sword gate, we are also a little worse than Baiqiao Yard. But luckily, there is no specific cultivation method in this issue, and it doesn't talk about the inheritance of any kind of work. I have always gathered hundreds of heads for my own use. As long as Daoyou is willing to join this episode, he and my brothers will be equal from now on, and he will never take Daoyou as an outsider.“ The silver-haired old man said solemnly, full of serenity. One can see at a glance that these words are truly sincere.

“Become an elder of your sect?” Han Li frowned unexpectedly and his face showed a hint of hesitation. (To be continued, please go to www.qidian.com for more chapters, support the author, and support authentic reading!)