A Record of a Mortal’s Journey to Immortality

“Bang” squealed, and the giant fist hit Han Li on the back.

The big man was happy first, but his face immediately changed dramatically.

Green light flashed, the big man was like being hit by a giant hammer, the whole person flied back.

Middle-aged Confucian, his face changed dramatically, and then he showed stunner.

Because the big man's body had just been shot in front of him, but his body suddenly slowed down, his feet landed on the ground, nothing seemed to happen.

“Brother Li, are you okay? There are no dark wounds!” Although Confucianism is only a literary man without the power to bind chickens, he often comes into contact with Li Dahan, but he also knows that people in the river and lake have a lot of kung fu to hurt people invisible. so worried to ask.

“Nothing, I'm not hurt. The other side is unpredictable, but doesn't look malicious.” Li Zhonghan took a deep breath and noticed that his body was intact. He couldn't help but whisper in shock.

As soon as Confucius heard this, he felt a little wider and nodded and looked at Han Li.

“This strong man, Han Tianxiao, the lord of the lower Han family, doesn't know if the strong man will come and wait for Han!” Confucianism said calmly that the colour of the gods was not disturbed at all.

“Lord Han! ”

Han Li finally slowly turned back.

“Ah, you...”

“impossible! ”

“Hmm! What does Your Excellency mean? ”

Without waiting for Han Li to say anything, Confucius and Dahan looked at Han Li and lost their voice at the same time. But then Confucian remembered something, and his face became gloomy.

After the big man shocked, he also suddenly appeared unkind.

“Do you recognize me?” Han Li frowned and asked. I swept my eyes at them and wanted to find some familiar shadows from them. But it didn't succeed after laughing at itself.

“Did Your Excellency know to ask? If the portrait makes you look like our Fourth Uncle Han, why don't you admit it yourself?” Confucius stared at Han Li and said.

“Fourth Uncle?” Han Li sniffed and gave a smiley face. He was ranked fourth in the family, and the fourth uncle naturally referred to him.

It is only incomprehensible that he has not had face-to-face photographs with several relatives since he became an adult. These Han descendants know how he looks.

“Oh, when did I say it was your fourth uncle? Am I born with such a face, no?” Han Li smiled slightly.

“There are many similar-looking people in the world, but there is only one of you who looks like an ancestor and appears in my Han family temple.” Confucian anger quickly continued, indifferently.

“Good response! Worthy of being an official of the Dynasty. The Han family can thrive today. Your younger generations are truly successful!” Han Li's tone slowed and praised him.

“Why, Your Excellency, are you really going to impersonate your ancestors?” Confucius heard rumors, his eyes glistened, and he said a little angry.

“Impersonation, I am, why impersonation. Why don't you start by telling me how you know my face. Remember when I left home as a kid, my family probably didn't know what I looked like. Did the Qixuan Gate paint it for you? Hey, your last name is Li. What does that have to do with the heavy rain?” Han glanced and landed on the big man with his eyes slightly squinted. Finally, there is a slight familiarity between each other's eyebrows.

“You… how do you know the name of your ancestors. Turns out you know so much about our family.” After the big man shook up, he also looked angry.

Han Li listened, but smiled indifferently.

“Now that you have spoken, Your Excellency claims to be your ancestor. We must also know that our Uncle Han's whereabouts were unknown since he left home. But so many years have passed. So, Your Excellency is over 200 years old. Han doesn't know how old you are.” Confucius listened to Han Li talk about “Qixuan Gate” and “Fei Yu". He was also surprised and asked somewhat suspiciously.

You know, he also recently learned about the Han family and the Li family from a hand tag. The other party knows so well. Have you seen the hand tag?

To think of it, Confucianism could not help but look to the table where the spiritual medal was offered, and there was a mezzanine in which he offered the hand card.

Han Li saw that Confucianism's gaze was a bit strange, and God swept his gaze towards the spiritual table, and the hand tag in the compartment fell into his eyes.

Han Li raised his hand with no politeness and whispered to the table.

A scene appeared that suddenly stunned the second man.

The light flashed on the spiritual table, a lush and soft light held a dead yellow manual, emerged from the desktop and flew straight to Han Li.

Han Li grabbed the manual, slightly trembled, and the light broke away before looking at the hand tag.

Although Confucianism has long passed through the official court, it has long been achieved that Taishan collapsed in the front and the color remains the same, but at this time, he couldn't help but swallow a breath and glance at the big man in alarm.

The big man's face is not much better, but his face is changing dramatically, and there is a different color that he doesn't know is joy.

Confucius was feeling a little strange, but the big man with a fist in his hand gave a deep bow to Han Li, hesitating to say

“Would Your Excellency be the legendary fairy fixer? If that were the case, indeed, your Immortality would not be conspiring against us as a common man or anything. I don't know if my predecessors can confirm their identity. After all, it's important. Me and Brother Han can't just say that and trust people easily. ”

Confucius sniffed that Dahan was a fool, and then remembered some things in his mind. He couldn't help but suck in a cold breath and looked at Han Li with a hint of awe.

“Oh, I didn't think you knew about the fairy fixer. It's not easy! From this hand tag, you are the descendant of the heavy rain, incredible. The children of Li Feiyu and our Han family have finally made a good family. I said I didn't think of anything. You want a letter, it's hard. I left my hometown in a hurry, looking for my way. There's no such thing as a letter. It was to say goodbye to all the powerful brothers of the year. The only thing left is a note and a few bottles of Dandelion.” Han Likou said casually.

“Dan medicine. Do we, Li's family, keep the bottles of medicine that have been served in the temple?” Li Dahan said with dismay.

“Your ancestors were willing to take the aspiration pill for the sake of kung fu. Even if I left Dan's medicine, I'm afraid he won't be able to sleep through his life.” Han Li sighed and said darkly.

“Li doesn't know anything about these things. But my father is still alive. Maybe he knows something about his ancestors. After all, there are some secrets that only generations of homeowners can know. If your predecessors allow it, ask the truth before sending this letter.” Big Bang Hu hesitated for a moment and said carefully.

He's already believed in half of it by now. The Li family left behind the ancestors of the Great Base Industry. Indeed, their life expectancy was not long, and they appeared to have died young.

“No, I didn't mean to scare anybody when I got back. I just wanted to see the last thing about the dust room, and that's it. Now I see Han's family and the descendants of my best friends are safe and sound. I'm relieved, too.” Han Li shook his hand, Xiao Xiao said.

Instead, the big man rushed to look at the Confucianism.

After all, there is really an extra immortal cultivator ancestor. He knows exactly what it means to Han Li and his family.

Everyone can think of the pros and cons of this, Confucianism naturally knows better. After a moment of silence, he also said respectfully:

“If you are truly the next four uncles, there is another way to verify your identity immediately. We retain some antiquities that were used and used by several ancestors in the Han family temple. If seniors could tell these things apart. The younger generation naturally believed the younger generation's words. Only the owners of the Han family are entitled to wipe their offerings with their own hands, and no one else can distinguish between them. ”

“Old stuff. Take a look. I left home earlier in the day and didn't know how many pieces I could tell," Han Li said softly.

If it wasn't too much trouble, he wouldn't refuse Han's descendants' identification.

“Don't worry, senpai. Many of these things are nostalgic things that our ancestors kept when they were poor. Seniors should know each other. I'm going to take something out.” Confucian saluted Han and went downstairs.

There was a slight rumbling downstairs.

After a moment of work, Confucius walked up with a tray covered in red cloth and sent it respectfully to Han in front of him.

Han Li pulled the red cloth apart, adding a few old little things in front of him.

“Huh! It turns out it's these things. I didn't expect to see them again in my life.” Han Li revealed a slight unexpected colour and said with some surprise.

“Do you recognize all these things?” Confucius asked cautiously, looking a little nervous.

“Most of them are antiquities, of course. Two or three other things I added after I left home. I don't know who it belongs to. This slingshot and little bow are Er-Han castings, which he loved playing with when he was a kid. And this wooden chai is my mother's favorite. Dry cigarette bags are…” Every time Han Li picks up a thing, he whispers a few words in his mouth, like Jia Zhen.

Only Han Li said half of it. Confucius became convinced in his heart.

Without waiting for Han Li to finish, he immediately pulled up the big man and paid a respectful salute.

“Unfilial son Sun Han Tianxiao meets the Fourth Uncle. If there was an act of unfaithfulness in the past, I hope my uncle will forgive me.” After saying this, Confucius dared not look at Han Li, full of shame and anxiety.

And the same is true of the big man. Get up! (To be continued, please go to www.qidian.com for more chapters, support the author, and support authentic reading!)