A Record of a Mortal’s Journey to Immortality

“Brother Han, I listened to my grandfather. You have a way to weaken the influence of forgetfulness, but for a while, Xiao Xiao must stay with you. Is this true?” The silver moon smiled and suddenly asked positively.

“Did Senior Otsuba tell you about this? Well, that's true. Seniors, he has a set of mysteries that can restrain forgetfulness, one or two, so that Silver Moon can continue to practice. But only if I practice it will it work for you. So over the next period, you're going to be with your brother for a while.” Han Li did not find it strange, but explained with a smile.

“Does my grandfather really have such secrets? I've never heard him before! And why only Brother Han practice is useful to me.” Silver Moon Dai frowned and asked.

“You should actually guess that. As your ancestor said, the unbell must be tied to the bell man. Since your demon is caused by me, I can practise it to your advantage. This mindset must have taken your ancestors more than a hundred years. It was created especially before giving you the forgetfulness decision. It was meant to be just in case! After I practice a little, you stay with me, and this magic can dive into the silence of love and exert an invisible influence on your mind.” Han Li sighed for a moment and said.

“It's really that simple! Forget that once you continue to practice, the influence on your younger sister will become stronger, can a temporary creation of mythology alone really stop it?” Silver Moon looks a little unbelievable.

“In this regard, I have not yet begun to practice, nor am I very certain. But since it was originally created by Otsunami's predecessors, it should be true. And this mystery should be similar to forgetfulness, and as the practice deepens, the effect of restraint will become stronger.” Han Li thought back.

“Well, even if mystery works, how long will you be around? Can't you get out of this one day, Brother Han will bring me with you one day?” The silver moon's eyes flashed a slight discoloration and asked softly.

“Not necessarily. According to Senior Oxford, as long as you can move forward, you can get rid of the constraints of forgetfulness.” Han Li said without thinking.

“Advanced multiplier, this is too small! It seems that after the Silver Moon it will be a long period of time to follow Brother Han.” There was a slight discoloration in the silver moon, and the corner of his mouth snapped.

“You have a seven-star moon, and there's still plenty of opportunities for advanced multiplication compared to the average monk, so there's nothing to be discouraged about. Besides, in the process, Ozzo and I may have found other ways to solve the problem a long time ago. You don't really have to be a demon to solve the problem of forgetfulness.” Han Li said with a laugh.

“That's true. But I've been with Brother Ding Han for hundreds of years at least!” The silver moon smiled sweetly.

The next time, they talked about something else and even had a little conversation about cultivation.

Much has passed unconsciously.

“Well, it's late. Forget about the onset of another episode, little sister go back and rest for a while. If Xiao Xiao has disrespect for Brother Han under the influence of forgetfulness, he also expects Brother Han to forgive much.” Silver Moon turned to look out the window and stood up and said goodbye.

“Naturally, why should I care about it?” Han Li smiled slightly and stood up.

So after the silver moon had gathered a bowl, he stopped saying anything and walked out of the house.

As soon as the white light flashed, the door closed silently.

Han Li sat down again with a smile on his face and a silent expression.

……

At the same time, having left the silver moon of the house, he turned a few corners in the aisle and came to a more secluded corner. Suddenly, his footsteps stopped and he said faintly:

“Shadow, come out. I have something to ask you! ”

The voices were not set, the voids fluctuated together in the vicinity, an almost transparent fiction flashed out, and the body gradually condensed and became clear, eventually becoming a skinny woman wearing a black robe.

This woman wears a bronze wolf's head mask, her hands are wrapped in a pair of black gloves, her skin is not revealed all over her body, her feet are just above the floor, floating in the void

“What can I do for you, miss?” The masked woman asked in a chilling tone.

“Shadow, I know you were in the lobby that day when Brother Han and Grandfather were spying. Was Grandfather able to ask Brother Han anything besides the mystery? Don't hide anything from me.” Silver Moon turned his head and stared at the woman in the mask and asked.

When the masked woman heard the words, her eyes flashed slightly, seemed to smile and said:

“Since Lord Otsubo changed the deed to a lady, I am only the guardian of the lady, and naturally I will not hide anything. On that day, Lord Otsubo did not initially mention mystery, but wanted to marry Miss Han Daoyou as his wife. The adult promised that if Han Daoyou agreed to this marriage, he would not only teach his advanced experience, but would also be willing to hide half of his treasures as a bridesmaid. However, Han Daoyou refused, only promised to assist Miss with mystery later. ”

“My grandfather did that, and most of the time he thought that he could make up for a lot of his broken heart after I had made up my mind just to get my brother Han's wedding. But this time, he was wrong. Brother Han, it's impossible to say yes! I'd probably be a little disappointed if he really agreed to this marriage. But after Grandfather was rejected, his face shouldn't look good.” The silver moon is unseen, "he said.

“Han Daoyou is not an ordinary post-amalgamation monk, and after Lord Otsubo was rejected, he didn't say much, although his heart was uncomfortable.” The woman in the mask said lightly.

“Of course, Brother Han is now the most likely to advance the presence of the Grandfather and Mojan after their predecessors, and is the greatest hope that the two races of shemales will be based in the spiritual realm. Grandfather is no longer dissatisfied and will not do anything to the detriment of Han Daoyou. That's all right! Shadow, you go down.” The silver moon did not speak until a moment later, when it was in place.

“The shadow retreated.” The woman in the mask bowed her back slightly and disappeared directly into the void with a blurred body.

And the silver moon sank in place for a moment, and she sighed and left.

Forgetfulness is about to erupt, and she dares not delay anything here any longer.

……

In the Chamber of Secrets, Han Li also remembered in contemplation what happened when he talked to Ancestor Oxiao alone.

In a secret conversation in the lobby, the demon clan not only offered to marry the music to him, but also offered a surprise to Han Li beforehand.

Silver Moon's original nominal husband, King Tiankui of the demonic tribe, actually died in an unexpected meteor after being attacked simultaneously by several demon princes in a war between demons and demons decades ago.

As a result, there was also a slight discomfort in the hearts of the ancestors of Oxfam. This was the first time I saw Han Li, I opened the door to direct reference to the marriage of Silver Moon.

Han Li naturally refused.

His true feelings for Silver Moon accounted for four points, similar to those of brothers and sisters accounted for another four points, and only two points involved affection between men and women.

In such circumstances, he would naturally not have promised to marry Ancestor Ao Xiao.

However, his heart was deeply determined, and if the mystery of Ancestor Otsubo could not ultimately lift Silver Moon's resolve, he would find other ways to solve the problem.

In his heart, he figured that nature didn't think much, his eyes closed gently and he sat and practiced again.

Thus, in the days to come, Han Li began practicing the mysteries given by his ancestors in the Ship Chamber of the building.

According to the ancestors of Oxfam, a wave of sentiment towards forgetfulness and restraint can be spontaneously emitted from the body as long as it is cultivated to a certain level of fire.

Of course, this law is not unhelpful to the cultivator's increase in consciousness, but it cannot be compared to the specialized mindset reinforcing the mystery of thunder.

Moreover, Han Lili was surprised to discover that after practicing, he felt unusually relaxed when practicing the difficult law in the mouth of the Oxfam ancestors, and practiced it with a strange feeling of water to gutter.

He later thought through it and realized that it was mostly related to his cultivation of the divine arts.

He has practiced such fairy world secrets as refinement magic, and other ordinary myths naturally feel extremely simple.

In less than two months, he refined the first layers of the mystery to the point of a small town.

In the meantime, Silver Moon came to visit him several times when there was never an outbreak of forgetfulness. Each time they talked in detail for a long time, they did their best to dissipate.

As a result, the building boat safely made its way back, and more than half a month later, it finally entered the Mu spiritual domain controlled by the coalition of ethnic groups.

The building boat, steered by the ancestors of Oxfam, did not stop at all and headed straight for the ‘wooden cotton city' where the Allied Coalition headquarters were located.

On the way, the boats met a number of patrolling ethnic groups, but apparently they all recognized this flying treasure of the Otsuba ancestors, all of whom were far from respectful of the salute and had no intention of going forward and looking into the blockade.

A dozen more days later, dozens of thousands of tall giant trees appeared on the far ground.

Each of these giant trees is five or six thousand tall, roughly thirty or forty long, green, and has a shimmering layer of light.

With these giant trees as pillars, a huge pool of more than a dozen floors rises from the ground, all constructed from a variety of tree barriers without traces of stone tile soil.

On the walls of tall wooden towns, a team of guards of different nationalities can be seen.

This is precisely the battalion of the coalition of ethnic groups, the "wooden city”, and the second largest city pool of the old Mu people. (To be continued. If you like this work, you are welcome to vote on recommendations, monthly tickets (qidian.com) and your support is my biggest motivation.)