A Record of a Mortal’s Journey to Immortality

Walk into an inconspicuous house in the attic, and the big man is already lying stiff on the ground, covered in blue frost. A pair of cow bosses, full of horror.

Han Li flipped one hand and a silver fine needle appeared between his fingers. Without saying anything, he leaned forward and tied a few quick needles to both sides of the head of the big man.

Big man's body trembled, then his eyes gradually converged, becoming luminous dementia.

Han Li pinched his hands, and a few low spells in his mouth sounded several ways to strike the big man in a row.

The cold air immediately dissipated from the big man, his eyes automatically turned over, and then he sat motionless on the floor like a puppet.

Han Li's face was covered in blue light, the sleeve robe trembled, and several different colored flags scattered out of the sleeve, inserted around the two of them, and a split breath was formed.

Then he stirred up the array and shook himself and stood behind the big man.

Han Li single-handedly lifted, five fingers pressed apart on the top of the big man's head, while the surrounding Xia Guang enlarged, both shapes were caught in the light.

“What is your name and what is your position at Kong's house?” Han Li's questioning sounded in Xia Guang, cold, without any emotion.

“Confucius, Deacon of the outer hall!” Big Han replied.

“Since when did the Confucius family occupy Falcon Cloud Town, where were the original inhabitants of the town? ”

“Beginning seven years ago, the inhabitants of the town were all mortals and placed in a small town called the 'Snow River', a hundred miles away. ”

“What is the purpose of this royal assembly of the Confucius? ”

“ …… ”

In this weird Q&A, Han Li received most of the information he wanted from the other party. After suddenly retracting the five fingers, Dahan immediately failed to land. Take out a pill of Dan, shove it into the mouth of the Han Dynasty, and then take out the silver needle to burst the Han Dynasty all over the hole.

After a while, he stood up and mumbled in silence:

“With this worry-free needle, it should be possible to seal this person's memory for a certain period of time, without causing any immediate disturbance. Unfortunately, because of the repair, the dream-induction technique cannot be fully carried out. Otherwise, the direct use of soul searching technique would be such a hassle. Looks like we're going to the town. ”

Han Li shook his head and collected the surrounding flag and walked out of the house and the attic.

Next, he no longer cares about the royal assembly, and the man walks directly to the gate.

Not a small number of monks left on the way to the General Assembly, so Han stood out the gate. When the Imperial Instrument flew away, the monks guarding the door did not have any doubts.

A green light went straight to what the big man called a small town.

The town is also not far from the Snow Mountains. Shortly after crossing Falcon Cloud Town, Green Light hid the view of the Snow River Town. Han Li slowly walked in when his figure fell at the gate.

This city is three or four times bigger than Falcon Cloud Town, but can only be called a small town.

When Han entered the city, it was late and dark. So few pedestrians are on the road, and naturally no one noticed the arrival of Han Li's uninterrupted guest.

Han Li walked down the street and his mind slowly released cautiously in case a high-ranking monk hiding his former infancy in the city was discovered.

It is true that there are monks present in the small town, but most of them are low-order fairy monks, the highest being a knighthood monk hidden in a residential yard in the southwest corner. With Han Li's covert anomaly, as soon as he swept past, this person did not notice a thing.

However, Han Lilai did not come to the small town to find a high-ranking monk. Seeing that the city did not threaten its existence, when the divine awareness was about to come to an end, the atmosphere was converging, walking along the street, looking at each side, seemed to be looking for something.

Soon, when he reached a wider crossroads, it seemed like the heart of the town.

Han glanced at the sign of an inn, his pupils shrunk and suddenly stopped walking.

Signature size, with “Happy" two silver pink words on it, looks no different than the usual sign. I'm afraid there's not a thousand or hundreds of inns with ordinary names like "Yue Lai”.

Han Li stared at a sign in the lower right corner of the sign that looked like a teapot, his eyes motionless.

After a moment, he exhaled slightly, looked up at the small inn in front of him and looked down again. When no one was found nearby, his figure fluttered and the faint yellow light flashed, and the person entered directly through the closed door as if invisible.

It's dark in the lobby, quiet and quiet, I don't know if there are any guests or if everyone is at peace.

After a few dozen measures, Han Li closed his eyes and released his senses. The whole inn situation came to his mind.

Suddenly he silently turned into a light breeze and disappeared into the darkness.

……

The owner of the Happy Inn is a skinny, dry old man in his fifties, with a small fortune in the small town. After a busy day of greenery, he was physically tired and fell asleep in a sweet sleep with a concubine who had just been married home for less than a year.

But all of a sudden, he felt a hint of cold wind blowing through his body, and the ice was so cold that he couldn't help but wake up.

After opening his eyes, the innkeeper suddenly sweated.

A dark, blurry figure, standing at the bedside, a pair of shining eyes looking at him coldly.

“You...” He was just about to call out, the silver silk flashed in front of him and his voice was numb, and he couldn't make a sound.

“Don't shout. Although there is no monk in the inn, I don't want to impress anyone. Take a look at this first.” When the figure raised his hand, a silver glittering key appeared in front of the innkeeper.

When the innkeeper saw the silver key, his figure shocked and the whole person relaxed, revealing a surprise in his eyes.

And this figure, naturally, is Han Li sneaking in here.

The innkeeper jumped out of the bed hastily, comparing his hands to what he wanted to say, but still couldn't speak.

Han Li smiled slightly and raised his hand. A silver wire shot back from his throat and fell into his hand. It was a slender silver needle.

“Can I have that key tested again?” The innkeeper coughed a few times and finally regained his speech skills.

Han Li said nothing and threw the key directly at each other.

After taking the silver key, the boss carefully checked it for a long time before his face became respectful and gave it back to Han Li with both hands, while at the same time offering a gift.

“You're the Young Master, aren't you? ”

“You've already tested the keys. Any questions?” Han Li said lightly instead of answering directly.

“Nothing, since the young master can find the old slave and the key is natural, but...” The boss subconsciously looked back at the concubine behind him.

“Rest assured, before I woke you up, I had tried to make her comatose, and you were yelling in her ear, and she couldn't hear anything.” Han's gaze flashed and his color remained unchanged.

“That's good. The owner of the house has not contacted the old slave for years. The old slave is a mortal and doesn't know what happened. Don't dare to listen too loudly, afraid to attract the attention of other monks. Now that the young master brought the key, the old slave finally relieved himself. If I hadn't listened to the owner, the young master would have changed his appearance next time, the old slave wouldn't dare to admit it randomly.” The innkeeper said honestly.

“Something did happen to the Feng family, so I needed to take something out to open the cave this time. The address of the cave should have a backup map saved with you, unless the owner knows it. Give it to me!” Han Li was polite and said in the tone of command.

“Yes! Now that you have the keys to the cave, the master is naturally qualified to open it. Please wait!” The innkeeper said without a doubt. Then, with a few clothes on, Han Li walked out of the house and headed straight to the back yard of the inn.

As a result, at the roots of a blind corner of the backyard, the innkeeper picked up an iron hoe at random. After a moment of shaving, he stroked carefully with his hands and pulled out a seemingly ordinary brick, which wiped away the sweat and turned around.

“The address of the cave is sealed in this object and is prohibited. The old slave can't open it, and has never seen it with his own eyes. Young master should have a way!” The old man handed the brick to Han Li, hesitating to say.

“Of course I have my own way. Besides, I took it, and you don't have to stay in town. Run away from home and hide your name!” Han Li took the brick and, after looking at it for a few moments, seemed to confirm that the object was genuine and nodded with satisfaction. Then God's colour was right in his commandment.

“So, something really happened to the Feng family! Don't worry, I'll be out of here in a few days. We won't let the young master's affairs get out of the way.” The innkeeper said with a glimmer of promise.

“You just know the stakes. For your loyalty to the Feng family. Take this pandan! Though you are a mortal, taking this Dan medicine can still extend your fitness and longevity!” Han Li put away the brick, and after looking at the old man's dark expression, he suddenly turned his hand, and a blue vial appeared in his hand and handed it to the old man.

“Thank you, young master!” The innkeeper was a fool and said happily on his face.

“Well, I have work to do, and I'm leaving now. Take care of yourself!” Han Li waved his hand and said with no expression. Then, in front of the innkeeper, the green glow flashed and people suddenly disappeared without a trace.

The old man was frightened and searched for a while before finally confirming that Han Li had left. That's when I lowered my head and looked at the medicine bottle in my hand.

Half a sigh later, he sighed.

……

As soon as Han Li left the inn, he flew away from the town. After searching nearby for a deserted mountain without a name, the imperial vessel fell.

Then he flipped his palm and the brick floated in his hand.

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