A Mortal's Story of Cultivation into Immortality

There was a muffled sound, and the giant fist hit Han Li hard on the back.

The big man was happy at first, but his expression immediately changed.

There was a flash of green light, and the big man suddenly flew back as if he had been hit hard by a giant hammer.

The middle-aged Confucian scholar's face changed drastically, and then he showed a look of astonishment.

Because as soon as the big man's huge body landed in front of him, his body suddenly slowed down and his feet landed lightly on the ground, as if nothing happened.

"Brother Li, are you okay? Have you been hurt secretly?" Although the Confucian scholar is just a scholar with no power, he often comes into contact with the big man named Li, and he also knows that people in the world have many skills that can hurt others invisibly. So he asked worriedly.

"It's okay, I'm not injured. The other party's skills are unfathomable, but he doesn't seem to have any malicious intentions." The big man surnamed Li took a deep breath and realized that his body was unharmed, and he couldn't help but whisper in surprise.

Upon hearing this, the Confucian scholar felt a little relieved. He nodded and turned to look at Han Li.

"This strong man, I am Han Tianxiao, the head of the Han family. I wonder if the strong man is waiting for Han specifically when he comes here!" The Confucian scholar said calmly, his expression not disturbed at all.

"Master of the Han family!"

Han Li finally turned around slowly.

"Ah You……"

"impossible!"

"Hmph! What do you mean, sir?"

Before Han Li could say anything, the Confucian scholar and the big man lost their voices at the same time as soon as they saw Han Li's appearance. But then the Confucian scholar thought of something, and his expression darkened.

After the big man was startled, he also suddenly showed an evil look on his face.

"Do you recognize me?" Han Li frowned and asked. His eyes scanned the two people, trying to find some familiar shadows in them. But after secretly smiling bitterly, he did not succeed.

"Your Excellency, are you asking this question knowingly? Since you took the portrait and disguised yourself as our fourth uncle of the Han family, why don't you dare to admit it in person?" The Confucian scholar stared at Han Li and said every word.

"Fourth uncle?" Hearing this, Han Li showed a half-smiling expression. At that time, he was the fourth in the family, so the fourth uncle naturally referred to him.

What he didn't understand was that he had never seen any of his relatives face to face since he became an adult. How did these descendants of the Han family know his appearance?

"Oh! When did I say that I was your fourth uncle? Could it be that I was born with such looks?" Han Li said with a slight smile.

"There are indeed many people with similar looks in the world, but you are the only one who looks exactly like your ancestors and appears in my Han family's ancestral hall." The anger on the Confucian scholar's face quickly disappeared and he said indifferently.

"Good response! You are worthy of being an official in the court. The Han family can be prosperous today, and you, the younger generation, have really contributed to it!" Han Li's expression softened and he praised.

"Why, your Excellency is really planning to pretend to be an ancestor." When the Confucian scholar heard this, a sinister look flashed in his eyes, and he said a little angry.

"I'm pretending. Why am I pretending? First, tell me why you know my appearance. Remember that I left home when I was young, so my family probably doesn't know my appearance. Could it be that someone from the Qixuan Sect drew it for you? Hey, your surname is Li. What is your relationship with Li Feiyu back then?" Han Li turned his eyes and landed on the bearded man, narrowing his eyes slightly. Finally, I felt that there was a hint of familiarity between the other person's eyebrows.

"You...how do you know the name of our ancestor? It turns out that you all know so well about our Li family." The big man was startled, and then he also showed an expression of shock and anger.

After Han Li heard this, he laughed it off without comment.

"Since you keep claiming to be your great-uncle, you must also know that our great-uncle of the Han family left home when he was young and his whereabouts are unknown. But so many years have passed. So, you are more than 200 years old. Why can't Han see you? You look so old." The Confucian scholar was shocked when he heard Han Li blurt out the "Qixuan Sect" and "Li Feiyu" and asked a little suspiciously.

You know, he also recently learned about the past events of the Han family and the Li family from a note. The other party knows so clearly. Have you already read the manuscript?

Thinking of this, the Confucian scholar couldn't help but look at the table where the spiritual tablets were enshrined. There was a mezzanine there, and he enshrined the notebook in it.

Han Li saw that the Confucian scholar had a strange look in his eyes, and followed his gaze to the spiritual table, and the letters in the mezzanine fell into his eyes.

Han Li raised his hand unceremoniously and waved at the table.

A scene suddenly appeared that stunned the two men.

There was a flash of light on the spiritual table, and a ball of green and soft light held a withered yellow manual, floated out of the table, and flew directly towards Han Li lightly.

Han Li grabbed the manual, shook it slightly, and the light disappeared, and then he calmly looked through the notebook.

Although the Confucian scholar had been in the officialdom for a long time and had long been able to remain unchanged despite the collapse of Mount Tai, he couldn't help but swallowed dryly and glanced at the big man in panic.

The big man's expression was not much better, but his face changed drastically, and there was a strange look, whether it was joy or fear.

Just when the Confucian scholar felt something strange, the big man with a beard clasped his fists in both hands, bowed to Han Li and gave a deep salute, and said hesitantly.

"Excuse me, are you the legendary cultivator of immortals? If so, your status as an immortal will not conspire against ordinary people like us. I wonder if your seniors have tokens to prove your identity. After all, it is a big deal. Brother Han Xian and I don't Maybe you can easily believe people just by talking about it."

The Confucian scholar was stunned when he heard the big man's words, and then remembered some rumored things in his mind. He couldn't help but sucked in a breath of cold air and looked at Han Li with a hint of awe.

"Oh! I didn't expect you to know about immortal cultivators. It's really not easy! From this note, it seems that you are really a descendant of Li Feiyu. It's incredible. Li Feiyu's children actually formed a close family relationship with our Han family. At the beginning, I said I didn't expect anything. It's difficult if you want a token. At that time, I wholeheartedly sought the truth and hurriedly said goodbye to my hometown. I didn't have any tokens with me. Even to Brother Li back then, I left without saying goodbye. The only thing left behind was Just a piece of paper and a few bottles of elixirs." Han Li said casually.

"Elixirs. Could it be that in our Li family, the few medicine bottles that have been enshrined in the ancestral hall were left behind by our seniors." The big man surnamed Li suddenly said with a bit of surprise.

"In order to achieve great martial arts achievements, your ancestor did not hesitate to take the marrow extracting pill. Even if I left the elixir, I'm afraid he wouldn't be able to die." Han Li sighed and said sadly.

"Li doesn't know these things that senior said. However, my father is still alive, so maybe he knows some things about our ancestors. After all, there are some secrets that only the family heads of the past generations can know. If senior allows me, I will send you a letter right now. Ask if this is true or not." The tall man with a beard hesitated for a moment and said carefully.

He had already believed most of it at this moment. The ancestors of the Li family who left behind such a huge legacy did not live long and died young.

"No need. I didn't intend to disturb anyone when I came back this time. I just wanted to see the last thing that concerned me in the world and put an end to my mortal relationship. Now I see that the Han family and the descendants of my best friend are all safe and sound. I I feel relieved." Han Li waved his hand and said solemnly.

After hearing this, the big man with a beard became anxious and winked wildly at the Confucian scholar.

After all, he knew very well what it meant to the Han and Li family to have an ancestor who was an immortal cultivator.

A big man can think of the pros and cons of this matter, and Confucian scholars naturally know it more clearly. After he pondered for a while, he also said respectfully:

"If you are really my fourth uncle, there is another way to immediately verify the authenticity of your identity. In our Han family ancestral hall, we have preserved some old things that were used by our ancestors. If seniors can collect these things one by one Identify them. The juniors will naturally believe what the seniors say. Only the heads of the Han family in the past are qualified to wipe and enshrine these things with their own hands, and others will never be able to tell."

"Old things. Take them out and have a look. I left home early back then, so I don't know how many of them I can distinguish," Han Li said calmly.

If it was not too troublesome, he would not refuse the recognition of the descendants of the Han family.

"Senior, please rest assured. Many of these things are nostalgic things that our ancestors kept from childhood when they were in poverty. Seniors should know them. I will take out the things right now." After the Confucian scholar saluted Han Li, he said Went downstairs.

There was a slight noise downstairs.

After a while, the Confucian scholar came up with a tray covered with red cloth and presented it respectfully to Han Li.

Han Li pulled off the red cloth and saw several shabby little things in front of him.

"Hey! It turns out they are these things. I never thought I would see them again in this life." Han Li said with a hint of surprise and surprise.

"Seniors, do you recognize these things?" the Confucian scholar asked cautiously, looking a little nervous.

"Most of them are old things, so of course everyone knows about them. There are also two or three things that were added after I left home. I don't know who belongs to them. This slingshot and small bow belong to my second brother Han Zhu when he was a child. I like to play with these things the most. And this wooden hairpin is my mother's favorite thing. The dry pipe is..." Every time Han Li picked up an item, he murmured a few words in his mouth, as if he were counting treasures from his family.

I only heard half of Han Li's words. The Confucian scholar became convinced.

So before Han Li could finish speaking, he immediately pulled the big man and bowed respectfully.

"Han Tianxiao, the unfilial descendant, pays homage to his fourth uncle. If he has acted unfilially before, I hope that my uncle will forgive me." After saying this, the Confucian scholar did not dare to look at Han Li, his face full of shame and uneasiness.

And the big man was also extremely respectful!