A Mortal's Story of Cultivation into Immortality

Jingzhou is located in the northwest of Yue State. Because it is located in a remote place, there are only a few large cities, but towns and small towns are common. The territory is mostly hills and hills, and there are many desolate and uninhabited places.

For this reason, there are far more bandits and thieves in Jingzhou than in other states, and it is also a place where martial arts figures are the most mixed. There has never been any big Jianghu force that can unify this area.

However, this has also resulted in the fierce folk customs here, and the emergence of escort caravans and the like, which is in sharp contrast to the number of bandits in Jingzhou.

On this day, on a dirt road in the wilderness, a scene often seen in Jingzhou was staged again.

There were hundreds of tough men wearing coarse cloth, all with black scarves on their heads, brandishing a variety of weapons, and were besieging more than thirty people in Tsing Yi. Surrounded by people in green clothes, several high-covered carriages were guarded among them. It was an intense scene of a gangster versus an escort agency.

Behind these bandits, there were three men in black with similar faces, looking at this scene coldly, with cruel looks on their faces from time to time.

Near the carriage, there were several strong young men dressed in servants' clothes, each holding a stick and looking slightly nervous.

In the three or four carriages at the back, there were several women and children wearing gorgeous clothes. In the largest carriage at the front, there was a middle-aged Confucian scholar with a calm expression sitting in it.

This man's three long beards were black and shiny. Although he looked helpless, he still had an inexplicable aura of being in a position of power for a long time, which made people dare not take him lightly.

Opposite the middle-aged Confucian scholar, there was a bearded man in blue brocade sitting cross-legged with his back against the wall of the carriage.

This man has thick hands and a shining eye. He is actually a rare master in the world.

The identities of these two people were obviously extraordinary, and their expressions were calm and composed. However, in such a large carriage, there were only these two people, and there was no third person riding with them.

The two people were silent at the moment, but through the half-opened window on the carriage, they could still see the situation outside clearly. The sounds of killing and screaming outside were heard inside the car from time to time.

The bandits with black scarves on their heads were outnumbered, but the escort men in green clothes were more skilled. For a while, the two sides were in a stalemate, and it was difficult to tell the winner.

Seeing this situation, the Confucian scholar smiled slightly and suddenly said to the tall man with a beard opposite him.

"It seems that Brother Li Li doesn't need to take action, Tianwu Escort Bureau can handle it enough!"

"Hehe! If the three heads of the black turban robbers don't take action, Tianwu Escort Agency can naturally deal with these miscellaneous fishes. If the three of them take action, these escorts and assistants will not be able to resist them. After all, the three black turban robbers The leader is also a well-known ruthless character on Jingzhou Road. I heard that the three of them are brothers and are very good at joining forces. Ordinary experts encounter someone who is far from an opponent." The big man said, with a faint look of excitement on his face, and stretched out his arms at the same time. He slightly flexed his thick fingers and made a "crack" and "crack" sound, which was clearly caused by the pinnacle of outer sect martial arts.

"Brother Li! When he talks about fighting with others, he is so itchy and unbearable. He is just like Uncle Li before." Seeing the big man's appearance, the Confucian scholar laughed dumbly, as if he was trying to get rid of the big man. There is no way around it.

"Brother Han Xian, this is a natural thing. Our Li family is a family with martial arts. When we meet some interested opponents, we naturally want to give it a try. Just like your Han family, which has been a scholarly family for generations, there will always be one or two It's the same thing to become an official in the court. But what makes me wonder is that our Han and Li families are so different from each other. How could we become family friends in the first place? And it has continued for so many years, and we can keep such good friends from generation to generation!" The big man held both hands. Hug, he said a little puzzled.

"Haha! A few days ago, I accidentally looked through some notes, and I know some past events from the past. If Brother Li wants to know, I can tell you a few things, but some of them are true. I I don’t know.” The Confucian scholar said with a chuckle.

"Really! It's a pity that our Li family doesn't have the habit of recording the events of our ancestors. Apart from leaving behind a few sets of exquisite martial arts, there is no mention at all about how our Han and Li families interacted back then." The big man surnamed Li looked curious when he heard this. He seemed quite interested.

"No, those three guys did take action. Brother, wait a moment, I'll blow those three guys away, come back and talk to me about this." The man with the beard glanced outside and said with a slightly changed expression.

Then with a "whoosh" sound, the man was shot out of the carriage like a crossbow.

Then the sound of the man's wild laughter was heard outside, and the screams of fighting began.

The Confucian scholar sighed, lowered the car curtain with a slight shake of his head, and stopped looking outside. He seemed to have full confidence in the big man.

After a cup of tea, Waiman's voice finally died down.

The door curtain of the caravan moved, and the big man stepped into the car in a dusty manner. His shoulders were slightly red, as if he had been slightly injured. But he laughed loudly at the Confucian scholar and said:

"These three guys really have some tricks up their sleeves, so I had to spend a lot of effort. However, I killed these three people. From then on, the black scarf bandits disappeared in Jingzhou." The big man with a beard looked very happy.

When the Confucian scholar saw this, he looked apologetic.

"If Brother Li hadn't followed me this time, I'm afraid that the way back to my hometown to worship my ancestors would have become the way for me, Han Rui, to die. It seems that those enemies really hate me! However, they are also implicated. Brother Li."

"What's not to be implicated? The Li family has been able to establish itself safely in the world so far, isn't it because of the help of the Han family several times! It's our duty to support each other." The big man surnamed Li said nonchalantly.

"That's true, but Han is being hypocritical." The Confucian scholar smiled and his expression returned to normal. He is also a person who can take things and let them go.

"But, Brother Han Xian! Don't forget to tell me the past events of the two families. I'm very curious about this!" The big man took out a bottle of golden sore medicine and applied it on his shoulders, and suddenly remembered this matter and asked.

"Of course. Speaking of it, the process by which your family and I became friends is really incredible. Do you still remember the Qixuan Sect that dominated Jingzhou City decades ago? The ancestors of our two families were once in We were brothers in this Jianghu gang. According to the handbook, an uncle of our Han family and an ancestor of your Li family were as close as brothers in Qixuanmen and supported each other. From then on, our two families We just started to get to know each other. And our great-uncle is an even more remarkable person. It is said that back then..."

In the faint voice of the middle-aged Confucian scholar, after the people in Tsing Yi buried the bodies of both parties on the spot, several carriages moved forward again, gradually moving away, and disappeared from this desolate place.

…

"Qingniu Town?"

Han Li was floating hundreds of feet in the sky covered in green light, looking at the small city below him with a trace of doubt on his face.

Although this small town was pitifully small, only a few miles in size, but compared with the small town with only one street in his impression, there was no similarity at all.

But according to the location in his memory, this was indeed Qingniu Town back then.

It seems that it has not been back for more than a hundred years. The small town back then has prospered and become a real town.

Han Li stared blankly in the air for a while. After hesitating for a moment, he suddenly cast a concealment spell and appeared in an alley that no one noticed. Then he swaggered out of the alley and slowly moved forward along the narrow street.

"It's really different!" Han Li muttered to himself as he looked at the strange houses and attics on both sides of the street.

For some reason, I knew that as long as I flew a little further west, I would be able to see the small mountain village where I was born and raised and the dark green mountain. But he hesitated, and involuntarily settled in the changed Qingniu Town.

At this moment, Han Li looked calm on the surface, but in his heart he desperately hoped to find a familiar shadow from his memory on both sides.

But so far, he's been disappointed.

Suddenly, Han Li's footsteps slowed down and he stopped at a fork in the road.

He stared at a dilapidated small restaurant by the intersection, motionless in place.

This restaurant is short and old, with only two floors. There is a dark yellow plaque with the word "Chunxiang" hanging on the door of the restaurant. It was the old place where Han Li had lived for two days, the Chunxiang Restaurant that Han Li's third uncle, "Fat Han", had managed.

Looking at this restaurant, Han Li's vague memories of the past suddenly opened the floodgates.

The round-faced and chubby third uncle, the extremely small yard behind the restaurant, the dimly lit wing, the fragrant and delicious food, the raven-haired carriage with the Qixuanmen flag... all of this appeared clearly in front of him. In front of Han Li.

Han Li looked at the restaurant with a complex look on his face, and a hint of sadness in his eyes.

He looked at the restaurant for a while, and suddenly found passers-by looking at him with strange expressions. It's no wonder that a young man stared at a dilapidated restaurant without moving. It's indeed a bit weird.

Han Li thought about it for a moment, then his expression returned to normal. He put his hands behind his back and slowly walked towards the restaurant.