A Mortal's Story of Cultivation into Immortality

Doctor Mo was very satisfied that Han Li could devote all his time to cultivation.

But the progress of his practice of nameless mantras is still too slow.

In recent years, Dr. Mo's illness seems to have become more serious. The number of coughs per day becomes more frequent and the duration of the cough becomes longer.

As his physical condition worsened, Doctor Mo seemed to be more concerned about the progress of Han Li's cultivation. From his usual repeated urging words, you can hear his inner anxiety.

Doctor Mo should attach great importance to Han Li. Not only was he given much more money than ordinary disciples as agreed, but the way he looked at him was also very strange, as if he was looking at a rare treasure that he cherished very much.

But Han Li, who had practiced the formula to the third level, his senses became very sharp. He inadvertently discovered that behind these kind and caring eyes, there was occasionally a look of greed and desire that made Han Li uneasy.

These expressions made Han Li a little creepy. He always felt that Doctor Mo, who showed these expressions, looked at him not as if he was looking at a living person, but as if he was looking at an object.

This made him a little confused. Could he have anything that Doctor Mo wanted?

Of course not, he answered himself in the affirmative.

Han Li sometimes even thought that he was a little allergic due to practicing the martial arts, and secretly slandering Doctor Mo was really a bit ungrateful.

However, he himself didn't know why, but in the most secret part of his heart, he still had a sense of precaution against Doctor Mo, and as time went by, this precaution became stronger.

Now a major problem has appeared in front of Han Li. He has encountered a bottleneck in practicing. What's worse is that as Han Li practices a lot and takes medicine in the past few years, the precious medicine in Doctor Mo's hand has disappeared. live.

It was obvious that Han Li was not a genius. Without the aid of medicine, his cultivation progress had completely stalled.

This made Han Li feel ashamed when he faced Doctor Mo.

Doctor Mo spent almost all his efforts and wealth on himself to create the best training conditions for himself, but he was unable to meet his requirements.

This made Han Li feel that it was difficult for him to face Doctor Mo and face his eager questions at that time.

It's strange. For some reason, Dr. Mo, who is very skilled in martial arts, cannot know the details of Han Li's training. He can only learn about his progress by taking his pulse. Therefore, he has not been aware of the difficulties Han Li is facing these days. .

Not long ago, Han Li, who was feeling uneasy, finally confessed his cultivation situation to Doctor Mo.

Doctor Mo heard that Han Li had not improved in oral judgment for a year, and his scorched face had turned a little white, and his originally expressionless face had become even more ugly.

Doctor Mo did not blame him, but just told him that he would go down the mountain for a while to find some medicinal materials and come back, and asked him to practice the exercises on the mountain and not relax in practicing the formulas.

Two days later, Doctor Mo left Qixuanmen alone with his luggage and herbal collection tools.

After he left, Han Li was the only one left in the entire Divine Hand Valley.

Another senior brother and good friend, Zhang Tie, suddenly disappeared two years ago when he reached the third level of "Elephant Armor Kung Fu". He only left a letter saying goodbye and going to create a world, which caused an uproar in the entire Qixuanmen. Later I heard that it was Dr. Mo who came forward to intercede, so that his recommenders and family relatives were not affected. This made Han Li feel that it was too sudden, and he felt sad for several days. After thinking about it later, he felt that something was not right, but others made small remarks and no one asked him, so the matter was dropped. Later, Han Li guessed that Zhang Tiemo was afraid of the fourth level of "Elephant Armor Skill", so he sneaked away unknowingly.

After practicing in the valley for a few days, there was no effect, and Han Li also had a young temperament, so he walked out of the Divine Hand Valley and wandered around Caixia Mountain.

Walking on these familiar yet somewhat unfamiliar mountain roads, Han Li felt a little emotional.

In the past few years, in order to practice his martial arts, Han Li felt like he was in prison, never leaving the valley once.

It is estimated that the fellow disciple outside has long forgotten about Han Li, his fellow disciple.

On the way, I met some disciples who were patrolling the mountain. They saw that he was wearing the clothes of the disciples, but his appearance was very strange. They all stepped forward to question him alertly, and he had to explain himself for a long time before he was able to escape.

In order to avoid unnecessary trouble, Han Li simply took the narrow roads and walked to secluded places to avoid crowded places.

Sure enough, there were no more annoying inquiries along the way, allowing him to walk farther and farther freely.

Looking at the beautiful scenery that was completely different from that in the valley, and listening to the chirping of various birds, Han Li immediately forgot all his worries.

Suddenly, bursts of weapons clashed, and the sounds of many people yelling and cheering came faintly from a relatively hidden cliff.

Such a remote place! So many people gathered together! And such a hot sound!

Han Li's curiosity aroused, and he was no longer afraid of being asked. He followed the sound of fighting and came to the vicinity of the cliff.

What a big scene! He couldn't help but froze for a moment, startled.

Under this cliff that was completely covered by trees, more than a hundred people were surrounding it. This not-so-big place was packed with so many people, and there were even several larger trees nearby. There were several people standing on the branches, looking out.

In the circle surrounded by so many people, two waves of people were facing each other with hostility.

The one on the left has the most people, eleven or two, and the one on the right has fewer people, six or seven.

Han Li discovered that all these people, whether they were onlookers or standing in the field, were similar in age to him, and they all looked like teenagers.

A slight smile appeared on Han Li's face. What a coincidence!

Among so many people, he easily recognized a few familiar faces.

"Wan Jinbao, Zhang Dalu, Ma Yun, Sun Lisong..., eh! Fatty Wang is even fatter than before. It's a shame that his family is a cook. It's delicious and easy to feed! This person is, is Liu Tietou, tsk ! Tsk! The charcoal-headed man who used to be so dark has turned into a pretty boy!" Han Li also climbed up a tree and named the familiar faces below.