A Record of a Mortal’s Journey to Immortality

As soon as he entered the main entrance of the tavern, Han Li was given inside by a second man dressed as Liso.

Han Li also did not go to the second floor, just on the first floor, he searched for a remote corner to sit on, ordered a few small dishes, where he measured everything in the liquor building without saying a word.

Guests on the ground floor are highly educated and not much different from other taverns Han Li has seen before. Whether it's foot husbands struggling or small business dealers entering the city, everything should be there.

The only thing that strikes me is a big man dressed up all at one table.

There are more than five or six of them, each with a strip bag several feet long, placed at the side of their hand. Han Li did not need to look at it, but immediately guessed that it was full of swords and other blades. Look at the uniforms of these people. Most of them are from any club.

However, this also gave Han Li Dasheng a sense of kindness and reminded him of the situation at Qixuan Gate on that day.

God turned to these people, and their whispers were clearly heard, and all that faded was the killing of some clubs. After listening for a while, Han Li lost interest. He turned his eyes and intended to shift his attention to others.

At this point, two young Confucians walked in from outside the tavern. The two of them spoke with their eyebrows dancing, slowly moving forward.

“I heard that this time Han Samurai returned to the hometown for the feast of Joe. Not only will the state order the adult come to the meeting personally, but Fan and Li will also send people. Looks like the Han family is really going to do a big job this time, can't keep a low profile. “

“No, it's not! Heard it was for this sacrifice. Han Jia Guang sent a letter recalling the various branches of the people from all over the place, regardless of their proximity. Just a little famous village gentleman from Mirror State, they also sent people to watch the ceremony. I think the Han family will soon be in line with the Van and Li families of the three great Mirror States. ”

“Tsk! It is said that the Han family only rose more than a hundred years ago, and this is actually happening. This is incredible! ”

“There's nothing strange about that. The Han family never knew which generation had a foreign relative of the Qiyuan Yuan, and since then it has not been able to clean up. It is not surprising that future generations will accumulate even after someone has taken a merit exam. Why don't we go then...”

Two Confucians sat casually at a table near Han Li.

“Han family!” As soon as Han Li heard this, he was anxious to continue listening. But the two of them turned their backs and talked about poetry and stuff. Makes Han Li very depressed.

However, after a spin, he suddenly rose and walked towards the two Confucians.

“Two brothers, down in Han Li. I don't know which Han family I was talking about. I also came here to receive a letter back to my ancestor. It's just that I grew up outside in the early morning, and I don't know where the sacrificial ancestors are yet. Please point the finger at the two brothers.” Han Li walked to Confucius and asked with a smile.

“Turns out Brother Tai is a Han disciple, I wait for disrespect. However, which of the local Han families can there be, naturally the Wuligou Han family.” The two Confucians were at first, but then looked at each other dressed as Confucius, talking like Sven, no doubt returning.

“Five Mile Groove!” This place is exactly where the Han family lived. Because the whole village is situated in a gorge five or six miles in size, it takes such a dirty name.

Looks like the Han family that Jules just talked about has something to do with him.

“If it's Wuligou, this Han family is really the home of his little brother. If you two could give me a detailed overview, my little brother has never been to this festival, please don't make a joke.” Han Li's face was as usual and said gently.

“This…, just to give an overview, naturally doesn't matter. This is something that everyone knows.” The two Confucians looked at each other and one of them took a fresh look at Han Li and said yes.

“Thank you both!” Han Li smiled and thanked him again.

And the Confucian said:

“If Brother Tai joins the sacrificial ancestors, it is better not to go to Wuligou first. Because the Han family moved their home decades ago to Han Jiabao. Only on the day of the sacrifice will all the people return to the old residence of Wuligou, and Han family..."

Han Li listened quietly to Confucian's words, his face remained the same, but his heart rolled.

……

Two hours later, Han Li appeared on the old Qingshan, only this time it did not fall, but looked quietly below, silently silent.

Is this still the old village?

Loess Road, Short Wall Grass House, Kid Villager, all gone. In lieu of these are the compound tiles, pebble trails and some well-dressed servants. The shadow of the old days, not at all.

After watching for a while, Han Li shook his head and wanted to leave immediately, but suddenly his eyes fell on the attic in the middle of the courtyard.

This pavilion is not as huge as it sounds, but apart from this building, the rest of the house is always bungalow on one floor, making it particularly eye-catching.

And the attic door was closed, with a pitch-black plaque on it, and a few large words such as "Han Jia Temple” were written in silver powder.

Han's facade rose in a slightly different color. After thinking about it, his figure suddenly disappeared, but the next moment appeared in front of the attic.

The attic stood in front of several busy monastic servants, but Han Li, who had performed invisibility, naturally could not have been spotted.

After simply sweeping them casually, Han Li directly performed the magic trick and entered through the door.

Once inside the door, a row of spiritual positions enter the curtains, these hundreds of spiritual wooden plaques are divided into long tables around them, forming a long passage. Only a few tables later were empty and seemed to be reserved for later people.

The eyes swept away, and the cards, though all kinds of Han's names were written on them, were extremely unfamiliar to him.

Han Li didn't stay much longer and went straight to the second floor.

There are spiritual positions on the second floor as well, but obviously a lot of solemnity. Not only are there more incense stoves, sandalwood, but there is also a huge bronze dip in the middle, filled with incense oil and a cotton core, and the candle flames are bright. Makes people feel unconscionable.

Han Li looked at all of this without seeing it. He just stared at a few spirit cards in the middle and remained motionless.

“Han Cheng, Han Iron, Han Tiansheng, …”

A familiar name, coldly written on a dark wooden plaque, Han Li's heart ached, suddenly a little breathless and dull.

Well said, the avenue is heartless! But this is nothing more than a self-deceptive statement.

Even if Han Li was such a character in the Land Immortal, he could not be desperate. All he could do was bury this emotion as deep as possible.

Han Li finally moved and slowly walked to the middle of the spirit card before stopping again. He looked at the spiritual position with no expression, but a warm image of him with these loved ones kept appearing in his mind.

After a little while, I don't know how long.

The heavy sound of the opening of the gate woke Han Li from the thoughts of the past, but the person stood in place and did nothing.

At this point, the sound of footsteps and conversations with two middle-aged men came downstairs.

“Brother Li, you are in too much of a hurry. Did you not say that, after the sacrifice of the fathers, you borrowed the hand tag? Why was it so desperate?” A man said somewhat helplessly.

“Hey, hey! Brother Han, who asked you to suddenly mention, behind the hand tag is a set of unnamed steps made by our ancestors. I'm a little weird. Since it is the martial arts created by Li's ancestors, why did our Li family never know about this, naturally want to see it earlier. But why should a good hand tag be served in this temple? It would be terrible if it were stolen!” The other was embarrassed, but a little worried, he said.

“Who would steal from someone else's temple? Besides, our cold resort is not a dragon pool tiger cave, but it is also guarded day and night by a domestic servant with a mastery of martial arts, which is absolutely impossible for ordinary people to get close to. Just get it. Aren't you afraid of retaliation from the Hans?” The man who spoke first said confidently.

“Exactly!” Another man agreed.

The upstairs sound of "clarity" came through clearly. A Confucian and a big man, one after the other, appeared at the entrance of the stairs.

The two men had the appearance of laughing and talking, but when they saw Han Li in front of the spirit card and their hands backwards, their faces suddenly solidified.

But immediately after the big man, he took a step forward, blocked the middle-aged Confucian from being born, and shouted.

“The good thief came after us. Then stay put.” After saying this, the man shook his fist with both hands. The man had jumped into the air and rushed straight to Han Li.

Before man arrived, an astonishing wind pressed down first.

Han Li turned his back on both of them and still stood motionless.

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