A Record of a Mortal’s Journey to Immortality

Located outside of Taichang City, Bailou College is one of the many colleges in Puxian County. In the eyes of outsiders, rank is only moderate among many colleges. If there is any characteristic of the Academy, it is not built in a large city, but on the famous‘ Tamada Mountain ’in Zhonghe County.

This Tamada Mountain is the famous Lingshan in Taichang Province. There are more than a dozen mountain peaks of different sizes. Though there is nothing serious and magnificent to talk about, the four seasons are like spring, with strange flowers. There are a few rare Uncle Spirit fruits that can only be grown on this mountain. Therefore, it is one of the thirteen Lingshan mountains in Laoxian County.

Bailou College was built on this mountain's Fantasy Cloud Peak, from the waist of the mountain to the summit, covered with a large loft, which is quite large enough to accommodate more than a thousand people.

But the silent Bai Lu Academy is literally not eligible to enter the mountain with such a name. After all, on the adjacent mountain peaks, all the famous monuments were built, and the White Lou College was not of the same grade.

Strangely enough, after the Bai Lu Academy was built here more than a thousand years ago, none of these temple views ever bothered the Academy.

On the contrary, the monks and priests of the Taoists and Temples were polite to those who occasionally entered and left the Academy, regardless of their age, which had surprised many people.

The other weird thing about Bailou College is that its students are enrolled in the college, and their age status varies greatly, ranging from the only son of the Haumen family to the poor people of the farmer hawker, and ranging from six to seven to more than twenty years old. And the time taken to recruit disciples each year is not very fixed, sometimes in three or four years, sometimes in seven or eight years. But those who enter the Academy rarely come out through the gates of the Academy in mysterious colours.

Of course, it's a mystery, just some local residents living at the foot of Tamada Mountain. The secular world outside the mountains is completely unaware of these anomalies, and Bailou College remains silent throughout the county, rarely noticed.

On this day, at the foot of Phantom Cloud Peak, two people slowly came up the mountain.

One is a majestic middle-aged Confucian, and one is a young schoolboy in his twenties, with a slightly dark skin and ordinary appearance, who only appeared a month ago at Han Li in Gan Fu.

“Nephew Han, Bailou College ended the apprenticeship two months ago. But I heard from my old friend Gan that you have learned some miscellaneous tricks before, and you know the existence of fairy fixers. That's why I took you to the academy. As for whether the Academy will take you in, it depends on your own chances. Mr. Lu and I from Bailou College have some sources, I'll show you first. If he feels fine, you can stay in the academy.” The middle-aged Confucian walked with large sleeves and said calmly in his mouth.

“Yes, everything was arranged by Mr. Hard. Uncle Gan said it before he came. This time, whether or not the college admitted a nephew, this affair uncle must bear in mind that" ”Han Li revealed an honest appearance and replied with the rules.

At this time, Han stood up with only three or four layers of Qi refining, and ordinary monks could not see his true depth.

On that day, he proposed to Feng Jiayouzi, the Ganchi family, to assist him in joining one of the local repair immortals. Buddha, Daoist, Confucian.

The reason for this is so straightforward, because don't look at Ganchi as a mere mortal, but the instructions given to him by the Feng family in the past were to always make special deals with the worldly monks for later use. So when I heard this request, Ganchi was surprised, but it wasn't too difficult.

The only thing that worried him a little was probably fear that Han Li would mix up with these sects in order to plot a bad idea, which might involve the Gan family.

However, all business in Ganfu has always been under the control of the Feng family, and Han Li can make everything in the Gan family disappear overnight by taking out the deed documents.

Plus, although Ganchi knows about some fairy practitioners, he has always felt mysterious and awed about the origin of the Feng family.

Hence, Han Li faintly explained that this mix with Xianzhengmen will not cause any incident involving the Ganfu, and he can only act on his scalp as promised.

After a few days of modest planning, Ganchi finally chose the middle-aged Confucian with his strict surname to serve as a bridge to escort Han Li into Bailou College.

The reason for choosing this person, on the one hand, is that the college is considerably easier to recruit disciples than the two Buddhist houses. As long as they are not disciples of the devil sect, even if they have their own master history, as long as they are innocent, they may still not be accepted. On the other hand, Ganchi has been greatly grateful to this Mr. Yan in the past years. The other party comes from Confucianism. He has always attached the greatest importance to the matter of benevolence, and will certainly do his best to do so. Otherwise, while there are other avenues, the chances of success are very low.

After all, the Great Jin Xianzhengmen, although not as difficult to enter as Tianan, is also not a low-order bulk cultivation, just to say.

Han Li listened to the name of Bailou College, and after a little inquiry into the location of Tamada Mountain, one night he snuck up to observe the spiritual veins of the mountain far away. The results were quite satisfactory to my mind.

Although this spiritual vein is far from being a good spiritual vein compared to the caves where he has placed many spiritual eye objects in Tianan, it is much stronger than the rest near Taichang City.

Speaking of, if things such as the Spirit Eye Tree do not move frequently, it will damage its inner spiritual purity, and it will gradually become spiritual if it is not placed in the spiritual vein for many years. All he has to do is bring two spiritual objects and find an inferior spiritual vein to practise. Why do you have to mingle and practice in the gates?

Hence, Han Li turned and immediately became a married relative of some distant house in Ganchi. Originally a spiritual body, he learned some low-order dispersion of superficial spelling. A keen desire to repair fairy roads, this is why Toganchi's distant uncle helped him to see if he could enter a large part of the practice.

Ganchi found the strict name of Confucius, who taught at a prestigious college in the city, and said that the man, out of gratitude, promised to come down.

This is the business of the two of us.

“Hmm! Looks like Brother Gan has spent a lot of time thinking about your cousin. But no wonder. None of mankind can possess spiritual roots. Nature adds a lot of green to you. It is that I am also suffering without roots. Otherwise, I would have entered Bailou College and worshipped fairy ways.” Confucianism has some general feelings.

Han Li smiled and Kwai did not have an interface to say this.

Next middle-aged Confucian no longer said much, took Han Li straight up, just walked to the waist of the mountain, suddenly on the other mountain peak visible to the naked eye, a array of bells sounded, the sound was clear and loud, people couldn't help but hear the spiritual vibration.

“This cicada clock of Baoling Temple is a rare treasure, but the high priests of Baoling Temple can't help but show off.” Confucianism gave birth to a twisting glance at the mountain peak, which was three points taller than Phantom Cloud Peak, and shook its head and muttered.

Han Li heard that the mountain peak was home to Buddhist sects, his eyes glistened, revealing a hint of thought. In his understanding, this so-called treasure is actually just a superior magic instrument, nothing and unusual.

He stretched out his hand to hold the coarse wrap behind him and continued to follow Confucianism up.

Shortly afterwards, they finally arrived at a platform at the waist of the mountain, and their eyes lit up.

Visible, green and lush, a large green bamboo forest appears in front of you, while bamboo groves reveal an elegant view of the red-walled white building. Several white stone paths lead directly into the bamboo forest, with a huge chumen of about a few lengths hidden at the end.

“Let's go. The front door doesn't usually open, just follow me through the door.” Middle-aged Confucius looked at the bamboo grove and said so. Take Han Li to one side and walk into one of the trails and into the bamboo forest.

As a result, after seven turns and eight turns, Han Li and Confucius appeared in front of a pitch-black wood door, Confucius exhaled lightly, and pressed a "bang bang" on the front door.

The door opened silently and suddenly came out of it a young man in a white cloak shirt.

“Ah, it turns out Mr. Yan is here. Sir, did you come to see Mr. Luda?” The young man had spiritual fluctuations and three layers of refining gas, but was unusually polite to the strict Confucianism who had no power over him. This made Han Li, beside him, look in his eyes and wonder in his heart.

If it were in Tianan, nothing like that would happen. Looks like Confucian rules are too strict to allow a fairy fixer to bow his head to a mortal. However, it is also estimated that this can only happen to low-order fairy practitioners, who would never have done so. Han Li sneered.

“Mm-hmm. I'm here to see Brother Fang. Is Mr. Fong available now?” Middle-aged Confucius asked silently.

“There is now a distinguished guest at the Lower College, accompanied by a gentleman in the study. I'll let Mr. Yan know.” The young man in the white robe thought about it and said so.

“Yes, please, Your Excellency!” Yu Sheng Yan heard the rumors and revealed a smile.

The young man in the white robe knew that the person in front of him was a mortal person, but Mr. Fonta was of great origin and certainly did not dare to be lazy. After a polite sentence, he hurriedly reached out and pulled out a musical note, whispered a few words to him, then his hand swung, the musical note turned into a fire lasered backwards, and there was no trace in the eye.

Shortly afterwards, Han Li suddenly felt that a faint god had suddenly swept from a distance and immediately retreated after plundering on several people.

Han Lixin moved and knew that most of this was Mr. Lu Da. In terms of the intensity of its consciousness alone, there are also early Knota repairs, which are much deeper than the expected mid- and late-building repairs. It made him a little surprised.

For him, the lower the cultivation, the better. It's impossible to see his cover-up.

A moment later, Han Li and others stood over the sky, and the spiritual waves shook, sounding a man's faint voice.

“Is it Brother Yan? Just in time, I have a guest. Brother Yan may come to see me. Well, the little friend next to you, come along.” (To be continued, please go to www.qidian.com for more chapters, support the author, and support authentic reading!)