A Record of a Mortal’s Journey to Immortality

“The seniors did not know that these Tiansang god trees were born at the same root, but actually the same god tree.” Nor is this a secret, and the old man has no hidden explanation.

“So that's it. The Heavenly Song Divine Tree is second only to the spirit tree of the three great divine trees. It turns out that this is the way it is. It really opened Han's eyes.” Han Lizhu said wonderfully.

Then Han Li suddenly swayed the spiritual energy of the neighborhood as the monk went down to a place that looked like a tree. The scenery suddenly changed dramatically.

A hill of hundreds of heights appeared in front of it, centered on the hill, with lots of lofts of different sizes erected on all sides, and some monks appeared to go in and out of it.

“Go away and do your thing. Seniors, let me take you to the past.” The old man waved at the rest of the monks and commanded them.

Other monks heard that their orders had gone immediately and frankly.

Han Li and the puppet followed the elderly straight to the top of the mountain peak, where there was a hugely built wooden palace with a large area.

Outside the palace, four monks in green armour stood there, all carrying exactly the same long gobs.

The elderly landed directly at the entrance to the wooden palace with Han Li. The four brothers did not move without expression, like puppets.

The corner of Han Li's mouth curled and his heart was slightly surprised.

Although the four men had been repaired only during the foundation period, the essence of wood spirituality was far from comparable to that of a fellow monk, and Han Li could see at a glance that both the armor and the chango were top-class wooden attribute spiritual instruments, which were actually somewhat odd.

Seems to see Han Li's surprise, the old man smiled and proactively explained:

“These are the wood spiritual guards trained by the family teacher himself. With the help of the power of the Tiansang Divine Tree, they specialize in the training of a special kung fu master. Although they are not high, they are good at the technique of joint strikes. If you have a chance, you can point it out. ”

“Well, it's a lot different than a regular monk.” Han Li nodded.

The old man sees Han Li as irresistible, and naturally he is intrigued and doesn't say much.

The structure of the wooden hall was not complicated, except for one hall, there was only one partial hall, so when Han Li and others walked into the hall, they immediately found their backs against them, a tall figure standing in the hall, a green robe, white hair like snow.

As soon as the old man saw the figure, his face changed dramatically and he gave a gift, then stood silently beside him and stood.

“Daoist friends are bitter old bamboo people?” Han Li stared at the man's back and didn't blink a second.

“Nice, my husband is bitter bamboo. The two strangers are strangers. Could they be friends from the interior? What's your name?” After a long laugh, the Green Robe man turned around.

Han Li's eyes glanced. He only saw the white man's lips and teeth, and his eyebrows were clear. He was like a 16-year-old teenager, but his face was covered with a light green atmosphere.

Han Li was naturally surprised to see the other party like this.

It was surprising to him that the old man, like him, was able to stand on his face. He thought he'd meet an old man with wrinkles.

The elderly bitter bamboo man smiled, but when he saw Han Li's face clearly, his eyes also flashed a slight discoloration.

“I am not an overseas monk, my last name is Han, this is my younger brother, Li. Don't be surprised when you visit us on such short notice.” Han Li said politely.

“Where! Neither of the two Daoists are ordinary people who can come to the island, and the owners of the island are not welcome yet. This powerful friend is even more highly unpredictable. The old man can't judge the realm of cultivation. This really opens the eyes of the old man.” The elderly bitter bamboo man suddenly smiled after measuring several eyes on Han Li and Human-shaped Puppet respectively.

Apparently, the owner of an island was surprised to see Han Li's puppet as a former baby master practicing some sort of mysterious trick.

“Daoist is too modest. In the name of our friend Kuzhu Dao, we are also like thunder.” Han Li smiled slightly.

“Oh, gentlemen, please sit down and try the island's own mulberry tea.” The old man smiled lightly and asked Han Li to sit down and say.

Immediately after the crisp claps, several young nuns walked into the palace with tea trays in their hands. Fill each of the three with a pot of light green spiritual tea and exit the wooden hall respectfully.

“Mulberry tea, does it have to do with the Tenzang god tree?” Han Li lowered his head and looked at the spiritual tea on the table. He sensed the woody spiritual qi in the tea, and asked in a dazzling manner.

“Dao Friendly Eye, it is indeed made of the leaves of the Tenzang Divine Tree, with the effect of bright silence, I think there will never be a second home outside the island with this tea.” The elderly bitter bamboo man said with a good score.

“Well, that's really something to taste. The glance flashed,” Han Li carefully swept through the cup of Zhongling tea with his senses first. After confirming that there was really nothing wrong with it, he was welcome to pick up the cup and sip it.

“Li Daoyou, don't you like this tea? ”

The humanoid puppet sat on the chair and did not move the teacup on the table without emotion. The old man asked surprisingly.

“I haven't eaten or drank anything outside my cave since the valley.” The Humanoid Puppet said coldly that there was no courtesy between the words.

“So that's it. That's a bit of a bummer down there.” Bitterbamboo's eyes flashed a little uncomfortable, but it was well concealed and vanished immediately.

A monk who dares to say this in front of his master naturally relies on a few points. Is it true that the person in front of you is a former postinfant monk?

The elderly bitter bamboo man with such thoughts turns in his heart, but the puppet puppet is even more constrained in his heart.

“The two of us came. Taoist Bitterbamboo should know something. I don't know what kind of deal you proposed to Han. What do you think?” Han Li also tasted only two or three bites, then put the cup down and asked softly.

“Without hiding from the two Daoists, this deal is very difficult for my husband. During the critical period of progress, the two Daoists brought out more demon dan, and they didn't want to exchange the wind. Otherwise, the next time this bird breaks through the bottleneck, it won't be the monkey years and months.” The bitter old man frowned and said in a difficult way.

“So Taoist Kuzhu disagreed.“ Han glanced at his lips, but his face showed no unexpected color.

“Hey, I'm really going to say no, and I'm afraid the two Daoists won't go back empty-handed either. Let's do this. We are the great ones who can fix fairies. I can discuss some magic magic magic with the two Daoists. If any of the two Daoists can defeat me in the struggle, the old man of the deal can agree and not taste it. If you two can't do this..."

“If we can't do this, Li and I will turn our faces and leave immediately. We will never mention this.” Han Li said without any hesitation.

“Okay, that's settled. My husband hasn't tried it in nearly a hundred years. Which one of you Daoists is going to try?” The old man looked back and forth at Han Li and said with a smile.

“If Daoyou doesn't dislike it, why don't you consult with Li?” Han Li's color remained unchanged, and the puppet beside him was manipulated by Han Li's distraction, and the opening was faint.

“Ok, I'm also curious about Brother Li's kung fu. I'll just hang out over the mountain. Please, Daoist!” The elderly bitter bamboo man, at first sight, could not see the man who repaired the hand, his face could not help but show a slight stiffness standing from the chair.

Han Li and Humanoid Puppet also rose.

The old man standing beside him couldn't help but show his excited expression. The struggle of the former infant monks is not something anyone can see.

After a moment, Han Li was more than 100 feet above the mountain peak, and the divine color floated calmly. And he stood in front of him dozens of distant places, far away from humanoid puppets and bitter bamboo elders.

In the rest of the neighborhood, there were also seven or eight Knightan monks who had rushed in, one staring at the air.

“Go”

The old population of bitter bamboo drinks low, hands pinched, suddenly from all over the body of cold light, at the same time emitting more than a hundred green rays, as soon as these green rays appeared, the wind rose, and in the blink of an eye, hundreds of pale green swords emerged a phenomenal appearance.

After a glimmer of sword light flashed, all the flying swords automatically lined up in a strange queue, hovering over the heads of bitter old bamboo men, hiding cold killing machines.

Han Li saw this, the original faint expression stagnated.

“Sword Formation, this bitter bamboo old man practiced so many flying swords, he also knew the magic of Sword Formation.” Although Han Li had some speculation, he was also somewhat surprised to see it in person.

“Tsk, Han Boy, this one looks really smart. This should allow the puppet to show off a few more points. At first, try the puppet's defense.” The voice of the Great Deuteronomy came with some excitement. Looks like he has a lot of faith in this puppet.

“Hmm! Got it. ”

With so many rare materials on this puppet, Han Li's expectations were equally great, and the Humanoid Puppet began to act.

From a distance, there was only one puppet's mouth, one clapping shield sprayed out of the mouth, and the light flashed, turning into a silver giant shield blocked in front of him. Then the puppet suddenly appeared on the face with colorful symbols, and then a five-color shield appeared from the sound of these symbols, protecting his body.

“Huh! Could Daoyou have come from the poisonous holy gate of Nanjiang? This kind of technique seems to be the famous spiritual texture of the poisonous Holy Gate?” The elderly bitter bamboo man saw the abnormality on the puppet's face and asked in a daze.

“No.” Although Han Li listened to the words and moved in his heart, he manipulated the puppet to say unemotionally.

“Oh, so you're looking down. But Taoist sage looks very similar to spiritual texture.” There was a slight discoloration in the eyes of the elderly bitter bamboo man, and his voice turned faint. Obviously, he didn't really believe the words of the puppet.

But he didn't keep asking, but at first sight, the puppet made a defensive position and did nothing. He didn't intend to attack at all. He couldn't help but get upset. There was a hidden feeling of being underestimated. When his face sinks, a few low spells are heard in his mouth.

The flying swords on top of his head echoed the buzzing sound, then all the flying swords shook at the same time, hundreds of long swords sprayed out of the sword array, turned into a dense numb sword shadow to the opposite side, along the way joined together, turned into a forest cold light, dazzling. (To be continued, please go to www.qidian.com for more chapters, support the author, and support authentic reading!)