A Mortal's Story of Cultivation into Immortality

As soon as he entered the small restaurant, a neatly dressed waiter let Han Li inside.

Han Li did not go to the second floor, but just found a remote corner on the first floor to sit down, ordered a few side dishes, and silently looked at everything in the restaurant.

The customers on the first floor come from all walks of life, and they are almost the same as other restaurants Han Li has seen before. Whether they are porters, coolies, or traders who go to the city to do small business, there is everything you need.

The only thing that stood out was a tall man in a smart suit at the table.

There were more than five or six of these people, and each of them carried a strip of cloth bag several feet long, which was placed conveniently at his side. Han Li didn't need to scan with his spiritual sense, but he could immediately guess that there were some swords and other weapons inside. Judging by the uniform costumes of these people, they are probably members of some gang.

However, this also gave Han Li a sense of intimacy and reminded him of all the situations at Qixuanmen that day.

His consciousness turned to these people, and the casual voices of these people were clearly heard. Sure enough, they were all about gang killings. Han Li lost interest after listening for a while, and turned his attention to others.

At this moment, two young Confucian scholars walked in from outside the restaurant. The two of them were talking happily while walking forward slowly.

"I heard that this time when Minister Han returns to his hometown to pay homage to his ancestors, not only will the state magistrate come to visit him in person, but the Fan and Li families will also send people to come. It seems that the Han family is really going to do something big this time and can no longer keep a low profile. "

"No! I heard that in order to worship the ancestors this time, the Han family sent out letters and called back all the branch clan members from all over the country. Even the slightly famous squires in Jingzhou sent people to watch the ceremony. I think the Han family will be here soon. Together with the Fan and Li families, they are among the three major aristocratic families in Jingzhou."

"Tsk tsk! It is said that the Han family has only risen for more than a hundred years, but it has become so powerful. It's incredible!"

"Isn't this strange? I don't know which generation of the Han family had a relative of Jieyuan, and it has been out of control ever since. Some of the descendants of the next generation have obtained meritorious honors. As a result, it has been accumulated for several generations. It is not that this kind of scenery is Strange thing. Why don't we go there then..."

The two Confucian scholars casually sat down at a table near Han Li.

"Han family!" Han Li was startled when he heard this and hurriedly wanted to continue listening. But the two people changed the topic and started talking about some things like the Book of Songs. This made Han Li feel depressed.

However, after thinking about it for a while, he suddenly stood up and walked towards the two Confucian scholars.

"Two brothers, I'm Han Li. I don't know which Han family I just mentioned. I came here to receive a letter and return to my family to worship my ancestors. It's just that I grew up in another place and am unfamiliar with my family. I still don't know where to worship my ancestors. Please give me some pointers." Han Li walked up to the Confucian scholar and asked with a smile.

"It turns out that brother is a disciple of the Han family. I am disrespectful. But which other local Han family can there be? It is naturally the Wuligou Han family." The two Confucian scholars were startled at first, but then they saw that the other party was also dressed as a Confucian scholar. , spoke very politely, and replied without any suspicion.

"Wuligou!" This place is the small mountainside village where the Han family lived. Because the entire village is located in a ravine five or six miles in size, it got such a rustic name.

It seems that the Han family that the Confucian scholar just talked about has a lot to do with him in all likelihood.

"If it is Wuligou, this Han family is really my family. Can you two tell me the general situation in detail? I have never participated in my family's ancestor worship, so don't make any jokes." Han Li's face looked as gentle as usual. said.

"This... is just a summary of the situation, so of course it doesn't matter. This is something everyone knows." The two Confucian scholars looked at each other. One of them looked at Han Li again and felt that he didn't look like a bad person. He agreed immediately.

"Thank you both very much!" Han Li thanked him again with a smile.

And the Confucian scholar spoke:

"If brother is participating in ancestor worship, it is better not to go to Wuligou first. Because the Han family moved the family to Hanjiabao dozens of miles away decades ago. Only on the day of ancestor worship , only then will all the clan members return to their old residence in Wuligou, and the Han family..."

Han Li listened quietly to the Confucian scholar's words, his expression did not change, but his heart was churning.

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Two hours later, Han Li appeared on the green mountain of the past, but this time he did not fall down, but looked down quietly, silently.

Is this still the small village it once was?

The loess paths, the thatched cottages with low walls, and the children and villagers were all gone. Instead of these, there are large courtyards with tiled roofs, cobbled paths and some neatly dressed servants. The shadow of the past is gone.

After watching for a while, Han Li shook his head and wanted to leave immediately, but his eyes suddenly fell on a pavilion in the middle of the house.

This pavilion is not very huge, but except for this building, the rest of the houses are all single-story bungalows, which makes it particularly eye-catching.

The door to the attic was closed, and there was a dark plaque hanging on it, with the words "Han Family Ancestral Hall" written in silver powder.

A strange look appeared on Han Li's face. After thinking about it, his figure suddenly disappeared, and the next moment he appeared in front of the attic.

There were several tall and round servants of the temple standing in front of the attic, but Han Li, who had used the invisibility spell, could not be discovered by them.

After just casually glancing at them, Han Li directly used his escape technique and walked in through the door.

As soon as he entered the door, rows of spiritual tablets came into view. There were hundreds of these wooden tablets arranged on the long tables around them, forming a long passage. The tables later on were empty, as if they were reserved for those who came after them.

He glanced around and saw that although various Han family names were written on these tablets, they were extremely unfamiliar to him.

Han Li didn't stay long and went directly to the second floor.

There are also some spiritual tablets on the second floor, but they are obviously much more grand and solemn. Not only were there extra incense burners and sandalwood, there was also a huge copper cauldron placed in the middle. The cauldron was filled with sesame oil and a thick cotton wick, and the candle was brightly lit. It makes people feel solemn.

Han Li turned a blind eye to all this, and just stared blankly at the spiritual tablets placed in the middle, his body motionless.

"Han Zhu, Han Tie, Han Tiansheng,..."

These familiar names were written coldly on the dark wooden sign. Han Li felt a pain in his heart, and suddenly felt a sense of breathlessness.

As the saying goes, the road is ruthless! But this is nothing more than self-deception.

Even if Han Li is already a figure among the land gods, he can't stop his love. All he can do is to bury this feeling as deep as possible in his heart.

Han Li finally moved, walked slowly to the spiritual tablet in the middle, and stopped again. He looked at the coffin with an expressionless face, but warm pictures of getting along with these relatives kept reappearing in his mind.

Time passed little by little, and I don’t know how long it took.

The heavy sound of the pavilion door opening awakened Han Li from his past thoughts, but he stood there without making any move.

At this time, there were footsteps and the sound of two middle-aged men talking downstairs.

"Brother Li, you are too impatient. Didn't I tell you that I would lend you the manuscript to read after the ancestor worship? Why are you so impatient." A man said helplessly.

"Hey! Brother Han Xian, who made you suddenly mention at the end that the back of the handbook records a set of unknown footwork created by the ancestors of the family. I am a little surprised. Since it is the martial arts created by the ancestors of the Li family, why do we, the Li family, never I don't know about this, so I naturally want to see it sooner. However, why should such good manuscripts be enshrined in this ancestral hall? It would be terrible if someone stole them!" The other person was embarrassed, but a little worried. said.

"Ahem! Who among ordinary people would go to other people's ancestral halls to steal things? Besides, although our Winter Holiday Temple is not a dragon's den or a tiger's den, it is guarded day and night by servants who are proficient in martial arts. It is absolutely inaccessible to ordinary people. Even if we can succeed, we are not afraid of revenge and prosecution by our Han family. "?" The man who spoke first said very confidently.

"That's right!" the other man agreed.

The sound of "thumping" coming upstairs came clearly. A Confucian scholar and a tall man with a beard appeared at the entrance of the stairs one after another.

The two people were talking with smiles, but when they saw Han Li in front of the spiritual tablet with his hands behind his back, their expressions suddenly froze.

But the big man with a beard was startled, and then he immediately stepped forward, stood in front of the middle-aged Confucian scholar, and let out a low growl with his hair and beard spread out.

"What a good thief, we are chasing you all the way here. Let's save our lives then." After saying this, the big man made fists with both hands, jumped into the air, and rushed straight towards Han Li.

Before anyone could arrive, an astonishing gust of wind came down first.

Han Li turned his back to the two of them and still stood motionless.

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