A Record of a Mortal’s Journey to Immortality

Han Li saw the two of them recognize themselves, and there was a slight sense of anonymity in their hearts. After a while of silence, he said softly:

“When I left my homeland in search of prayer, I didn't expect that the Han family would become a large family. It is true that this is not true! You two get up, my uncle hasn't returned home once in so many years, and it's not much different from an outsider for the Han family today. You don't have to be so polite! ”

“Uncle said something. This is the infidelity of our children. I don't know if my uncle is still alive. Otherwise, I will surely send someone to do it before my uncle.” The middle-aged Confucian rose up to salute.

“Filial piety! That's not necessary. I'm just going to check this out. I'm not staying here any longer. I am a fairy seeker. It is better not to get involved.” Han Li shook his hand and said softly.

“Uncle, are you leaving now? This is too much of a hurry. I've seen other Han sons and daughters in the fort with a tsunami. It's not too late!” Confucius was astonished.

“No need. When I first came here, I flew past Han's castle. The people in the fort swept with their minds. It is unfortunate that the Han family, though numerous, does not live at its roots. And I don't have much of an opportunity. Otherwise, I wouldn't mind taking one or two of my disciples to practice.” Han Li sighed and lamented a little.

“It seems that our descendants are blessed and unable to ask for fairy talents from their uncles.” Confucian faces flashed with disappointment, laughing bitterly.

“Having the spiritual roots of a fairy fixer is nothing. Hundreds of Korean families do not have this qualification, and it is normal. Besides, as I intended. Han Li's two children should still not step into the immortal world. After all, the world of immortality is not so peaceful now. Sometimes the whole clan was exterminated. It would be bad if it involved the whole Han family.” Han Li shook his head and said.

“Everything is at the behest of Uncle Four.” As Han Li said, Mr. Confucius was stunned first, but then answered honestly.

“You are the descendants of Li Feiyu, what is his name?” Han glanced and suddenly stared at the big man, asking.

The big man heard the rumor and hurried back:

“The younger generation Li Feng, descendant of the eleventh generation of Fei Yu ancestors, met Uncle Han. ”

“I am commensurate with Li Feiyu's brother, you called me uncle, I also suffered. Looking at how much you have sheltered from the tsunami, it seems that the Li family has indeed taken care of our Han family over the years. My Uncle Han, naturally, can't hurt the Li family. Here are some Dan medicine, it is very helpful to the martial arts practitioners, it can make you Li's children, but save most of the effort to repair your inner strength, you accept it.” Han Li single-handedly slapped into the storage bag, the white light flashed, and seven or eight vials of all colors appeared in the palm of his hand and handed it to Dahan.

The big man was very happy to hear the words. He gratefully took these vials in a hurry.

You know, people in the river and lake practice their inner strength, although they don't move like immortals for decades, but if there is a small amount of success, it also takes a lot of teenage months. With these dandrugs-naturally, the Li family can double their mastery from now on.

Middle-aged Confucian sees this, while his heart is happy for his friends, his gaze at Han Li also has a colour of expectation.

Han Li saw this and smiled slightly. Unhurriedly remove a bag of spiritual beasts from the waist and pat it gently.

Suddenly, thousands of tri-colored phage bugs gushed out of the bag, forming a huge cloud of tri-colored bugs in the buzz, gleaming like a million stars in daylight.

Confucius and Big Bang are stunned, claiming to be amazing.

Han Li didn't say much, pointing a finger at the bug cloud.

Suddenly more than a thousand golden phagocytes gathered in the middle, instantly transformed into a three-coloured sword that could not float in the air. Han Li reached out and sounded the sword and fell into his own hands.

This strange scene sees the Confucian two more open-minded.

Han Li held a sword with one hand, and the other gently touched the sword blade. His face was gloomy and uncertain.

But half a while later, he sighed, one mouth at a time blue spirit came out, just sprayed on the sword. In a flash of green light, a green, rustic sheath of swords floated to the surface of the blade.

Han Li practiced the sword with the sheath in front of him.

“This sword is a collection of purified spiritual worms that can kill their own enemies, and I leave it in this temple. If one day the Han family is truly doomed, they can hide in the temple. With this sword, you can avoid a hijacking. But remember that. This sword is not manipulated by me personally. The Spiritual Sword sheaths out and will kill all but those in the temple within ten miles of each other. So use it carefully. Here's a jade with a hint of my energy. Only wear this jade to pull the sword out of the sheath, otherwise no mortal can sheath it. In the future, this necklace will be entrusted to the owners of the Han family.” Han Li took out another crystal clear jade and warned Confucius.

“Remember what your uncle taught you!” Confucius met with Han Li's earlier incredible means and had no doubts about Han Li. When I heard the words at this moment, the surprise was very hasty.

Han Li smiled lightly and did not immediately hand over the sword and Jade Pei to each other. Instead, he cautioned.

“On the other hand, you have to remember. Because this sword is sealed by a spiritual vaporizing sheath, this golden sword can only be used three times. Every time you use it, the sheath will fade by a minute, and after three uses, the sheath will collapse invisible. The Spirit Sword is transformed into a Spirit Worm, disappearing. I think there are three opportunities to save the Han family, and my uncle is quite right about the Han family. After all, there is no immortal riches in the world. But in order to prevent future generations from coinciding, I would like to use this sword to do something that is not evil. This golden sword cannot leave this temple until it is out of its sheath. Once we leave here, it will also become null and void and cease to exist. Nevertheless, it should be enough to use this sword properly to keep the Han family alive for centuries. It is not necessarily a good thing to get the Han family back to normal afterwards. ”

Han Li only handed over two things after saying these words. ”

Confucianism even claimed that he bowed down to take the sword and carefully served it on the middle spiritual table before returning to stand before Han Li and listening to the instructions below.

Han Li was quite satisfied with Confucianism. After thinking about it, he pulled out two more light yellow vials and threw them at Confucianism and Dahan respectively. He said with a slight dismay in their eyes:

“What was just left to Han and Li's family. The two of you are also my descendants. This time I saw my uncle with my own eyes, it was a bit of an opportunity with me. I should give you something. Dan pills in these two bottles, though they don't work for me. But for mortals in the worlds, it can have the odd effect of extending life and fitness a little bit. You two take it. Enough to keep you both alive for a hundred years. ”

“Thank you, Fourth Uncle! ”

“Thanks Uncle Han! ”

Confucius and Dahan heard the words, hand grabbed the vial and thanked him simultaneously, and his face was full of joy. Looks like this gift,

Han Li nodded his hand and, after weighing the next four weeks, revealed a hint of curiosity asked:

“You two recognized me from the beginning. Looks like I did keep my portrait. If it's in this temple, show it to me, and I'm curious as to who drew it. ”

“The portrait is indeed in the attic. Uncle, please wait.” Confucius heard the words, but answered immediately.

Go to the side of the attic and press on the seemingly ordinary wall.

“Gasp” sounds out.

Part of the wall flipped over, revealing five or six pairs of gorgeous images suspended in the inner layer.

Han Li stepped forward and stood still in front of a pair of images. It depicts a 17-18 year old smiling young man with a slight naiveté on his face. It is the look of Han Li's old days.

“This painting is said to have been transferred from the ancestors of the Li family to our Han family, and it is not known who painted it.” Middle-aged Confucius stood behind Han and explained softly.

But Han Li, as if he hadn't heard it, his eyes flashed a few times before falling on the other one. Above is a portrait of Han Father dressed in his outer garments. His face was much older than the day before when he went back to the village to peek, but his face was full of joy.

Han Li's face flashed with a dark color. Then his eyes swept away, and several others fell into his eyes.

The other portraits were also gray-haired old people, and Han Li worked hard to identify the appearance of several brothers in the past. A thousand flavors suddenly surfaced in his heart, and he stuck there.

At this moment, Confucius and Big Banger were very intelligent in not interrupting Han Li.

At that time, Han muttered to himself a few words. But the voice was too low, and some of it vague and unclear.

When the two Confucius were trying to concentrate on listening carefully, Han Li's surroundings burst into a dazzling green light. When they opened their eyes again, Han Li's eyes were long gone, but Han Li's voice came from both ears at the same time.

“Though I already have some Land Immortals, I also have some powerful enemies. Never speak of what you meet today. As long as the wind does not leak, the sword of the Golden Spirit shall not be seen by outsiders, and the monks of the immortal world will not notice you mortal folk, you will not be worried. And from now on, I have to focus on Xianye Avenue, so I won't have anything to do with the Han family. Do as you please! ”

After these words, Han Li's voice stopped, as if people had gone far away.

The Han and Middle-aged Confucius looked at each other and couldn't help but look at each other. (To be continued, please go to www.qidian.com for more chapters, support the author, and support authentic reading!)