A Mortal's Story of Cultivation into Immortality

A group of people flew in front of the stone gate. The light of the yellow-robed monk's token dispersed, and the passage instantly disappeared without a trace.

"Follow me," this person said coldly after looking at a few people.

Then his fingers kept bouncing, and his hands formed complicated hand seals. Then he turned around suddenly and raised his hands.

Two red and yellow thorns shot out of his hand, hitting the stone door full of restrictions directly.

Suddenly, the runes on the originally closed blue door flashed one by one. In a low humming sound. The door slowly opened, revealing a long square passage inside.

The monk in yellow strode in without saying a word.

The others looked at each other and followed closely.

Han Li walked among the disciples, looking intently, but in fact his consciousness was scanning everything nearby.

This square passage looks like it was dug directly into the belly of the mountain with a magic weapon. Not only are the walls extremely smooth, but every few steps, there must be some profound and difficult-to-understand talismans and incantations engraved on the walls.

Although he couldn't study them in detail for the moment, he also knew that these things were definitely not for display.

The passage was not too long, only about a hundred feet away, before everyone's eyes lit up and they appeared in a neat stone hall.

This hall is about 50 to 60 feet wide and about 7 to 8 feet high. It is quite large.

In the middle of the stone hall, there is a blue stone platform several feet large, with ten vertical incisions crisscrossing it. It is actually a huge chessboard, with black and white chess pieces scattered all over the board. It seems to have reached the most critical point.

On both sides of the chessboard, there was an old man and a young man sitting cross-legged with the Son of Black and White in their hands. The old man was a long-faced old man in brocade clothes, about fifty years old. The youngest one is only seven or eight years old, with red lips and white teeth, like the reincarnation of a jade boy.

"Uncle Lan! Why are you here?"

When the monk surnamed Bai saw the boy, he suddenly cried out and then hurriedly stepped forward to pay homage.

"Uncle Lan?"

The old man in gray clothes and the middle-aged monk from Baiqiao Academy were startled when they saw a strange boy here, but their expressions changed drastically when they heard the name of the monk named Bai. Looking at the boy with pigtails, bare feet and gold rings on his hands, a rumored senior figure suddenly appeared in his mind.

"Juniors Du Hui and Yu Shanan pay their respects to Senior Lan!" The two of them were shocked and hurriedly saluted without thinking.

"Get up. Didn't you see that Master Nephew Hu and I are reaching the critical point! Don't say anything. Wait until I finish playing this game." The boy's skin was tender and his voice was childish, but the words he spoke But he is old-fashioned and arrogant.

"Yes!" The monk surnamed Bai and three other alchemy monks agreed without hesitation, and then stood nearby with their hands down, not daring to show any dissatisfaction.

The long-faced old man playing chess with the boy gave the three of them a wry smile, but did not say anything.

As for the monk in yellow, ever since he entered the stone hall, he stood behind the boy in a polite manner, as if he was a disciple.

The young monks who followed him suddenly became commotion when they heard that the three masters actually called the seven or eight-year-old boy in front of them uncle. ,

How could they, the disciples in the Qi Refining Stage, not know what this title meant? They immediately opened their eyes wide and stared at the boy, feeling extremely excited in their hearts.

The moment Han Li saw the boy, he was shocked. This is a genuine early-stage Nascent Soul monk, how come he appears here?

But then he regained his composure.

Now, although he is no match for the early Yuanying monks, it is not difficult to escape from them. Besides, he believed that the other party's appearance here was not for him.

Therefore, Han Li's expression remained unchanged on the surface, but in his heart he was silently thinking about what changes the other party's appearance would bring to his plan.

Finally, after the boy and the long-faced old man played for nearly a quarter of an hour, the long-faced old man pushed the chessboard and said respectfully.

"Senior Lan has superb chess skills. This disciple is no match for me, so I am willing to be defeated!"

When the boy heard this, there was a hint of joy on his face, but then his dark eyes rolled around and he said suspiciously:

"Master Nephew Hu, you didn't mean to give in, did you? I made an agreement with you that you will never hold anything back when you play chess with me."

"How dare I deceive my senior? Senior's chess skills are indeed far better than before." Hearing this, the long-faced old man's face seemed to be a little longer, and he hurriedly spoke to tell the difference.

"Hehe, I also feel that my chess skills have improved a lot compared to before. It seems that the competition with those chess masters in the secular world was not in vain." The boy smiled even more when he heard this.

"Okay. Put away the chess pieces. We have to get down to business." The boy's smile suddenly dropped and he said in a different tone.

Then he twisted his small body and faced the monks who had been waiting for a long time. He blinked his big black and white eyes a few times and scanned the faces of the monks in the alchemy stage one by one before his eyes fell on the faces of the Confucian scholars.

"Senior Nephew Bai, how many years have you joined the Ancient Sword Sect?" the boy asked slowly.

"This junior has been a disciple for more than a hundred years." The monk surnamed Bai was startled when he heard this and was a little confused, but he still replied honestly.

"More than a hundred years ago! It's really hard for you." A strange color flashed across the boy's face, and he sighed softly.

"Uncle Master, what do you mean by this?" The green-robed scholar's face changed slightly, but he immediately said with a forced smile.

"What do you mean? You are a close disciple of the Lord of the Righteous Haoran Pavilion, but you have been staying in this sect for such a long time. Our Ancient Sword Sect cannot tolerate a great god like you. Have you ever thought about going back to see your master? Ah." The boy stared at the Confucian scholar and said in a cold voice.

When the Confucian scholar surnamed Bai heard what the boy said, his face turned pale.

The old man in gray clothes and the middle-aged monk from Baiqiao Academy on the side looked at him in astonishment, and at the same time they subconsciously took a few steps away from the monk surnamed Bai.

"Fellow Daoist Bai, is what Senior Lan said true?" the middle-aged monk asked in disbelief.

The Confucian scholar surnamed Bai's face turned red and white for a while, but he didn't distinguish anything.

"Since my uncle has checked all the records, it seems that it is useless for Bai to deny it. However, I will not let him go without any help!" After looking ugly for a while, the Confucian scholar finally spoke.

But as soon as the last word "capture" was uttered, a white light flashed from his body, and he was shot backwards like a crossbow into the group of disciples behind him. As soon as he grabbed him, a white hand immediately hit one of them and covered his head. go.

It was the young man in black, Meng Di, who was wearing the "Nine Spirit Sword Body"!

"What are you doing?" The gray-clothed old man and the middle-aged monk immediately roared angrily, with brilliance flashing on their bodies, as if they were trying to save them, but they were obviously a step too late.

Meng Di remained calm despite being frightened. He raised his hand and released a powerful sword energy, slashing hard at the big hand.

However, the difference in cultivation between the two was too great. The sword energy struck Guang's hand and was unable to injure him at all. Instead, he was crushed and shattered in a blink of an eye. Seeing that Meng Di was about to be captured by the Confucian scholar, the monk surnamed Bai shook his body. He fell to the ground exhausted.

The bare hand immediately turned into a ball of gleaming light and disappeared without a trace.

The young man in black couldn't help but stand there in a daze, at a loss.

"Hmph! You've done quite well in practicing our 'Taibai Qi Transformation Hand'. But you forgot, I'm not really here to play chess." The boy rubbed his little hands expressionlessly and murmured. said.

Except for Han Li, no one in the stone hall could see how the boy took action and how he restrained the Confucian scholar.

Han Li narrowed his eyes and looked at the Confucian scholar who fell to the ground, and then at the boy, a strange look flashed across his face.

When the Confucian scholar made a sudden move, he was surprised to find through his spiritual consciousness that a light red thread shot out from the boy's feet. As a result, when the thread shot into the Confucian scholar's body, the boy immediately turned over and fell.

At first, he thought it was some kind of flying-needle type of sinister magic weapon, but when he glanced at it with his spiritual consciousness, he was shocked to find that the light red silk thread contained a faint cold air, and it was actually made of sword energy refined into silk.

This greatly moved Han Li!

He has heard before that when an extremely skilled swordsman reaches a certain level, he can turn his sword into silk at will, and can defeat all kinds of magic with one sword!

Now, he was able to see it with his own eyes. It is truly incredible to be able to cultivate sword energy into such a state!

"Master Nephew Hu, lock him up in the Sleeping Dragon's Cave. He can't be killed yet. We old guys have other uses for him!" The boy tilted his slender neck and turned to face the chess player with him just now. The long-faced old man said.

The long-faced old man felt shocked and said yes. After a few steps, the Confucian scholar entered through a side door of the stone hall and disappeared.

Seeing this situation, Han Li turned his eyes and glanced at Du Dong.

He seemed to have a normal expression, but upon closer inspection, he found that his drooping hands were unconsciously clenched into fists, which showed how nervous he was.

Seeing this, Han Li smiled secretly and stopped caring about this person.