A Mortal's Story of Cultivation into Immortality

When Han Li saw that the two people recognized him, he felt an indescribable feeling in his heart. After being silent for a while, he said leisurely:

"When I left my hometown to seek enlightenment, I didn't expect that the Han family would become a wealthy family. This shows that the saying that things are unpredictable is indeed true! You two, get up. My great-uncle has not returned to his hometown for so many years. For the current Han family, they are no different than an outsider. There is no need to be so polite!"

"What did your uncle say? This is unfilial piety from our descendants. We didn't know that our uncle was still alive. Otherwise, we would have sent someone to fulfill our filial piety in front of our uncle." The middle-aged Confucian scholar stood up and said respectfully.

"Perform filial piety! That's not necessary. I'm just here to take a look and leave. I won't stay here any longer. I am already a person seeking immortality, so it's better to have less involvement in this worldly fate." Han Li waved his hand. , said calmly.

"Uncle, are you leaving now? This is too hasty. It's better to follow Tian Xiao to the castle to see the other Han surnamed children. It's not too late to leave!" the Confucian scholar said in surprise.

"No need. When I came here just now, I flew past the Han Family Fort. The people in the fort were all scanned with their spiritual consciousness. Unfortunately, although there are many people in the Han Family, no one has a spiritual root. No one with me. What a chance. Otherwise, I wouldn’t mind bringing one or two of my own disciples to practice.” Han Li sighed, feeling a little regretful.

"It seems that those of us who are descendants are not blessed enough to have a chance to seek immortality with our great-uncle." A trace of disappointment flashed across the Confucian scholar's face, and he said with a wry smile.

"Having spiritual roots that are only available to those who cultivate immortality is a rare thing. It is normal for hundreds of Han family members not to have this qualification. Besides, according to my original intention, the children of Han and Li should not enter the world of immortality. Okay. After all, the current world of immortal cultivation is not peaceful. Entire clans and sects are wiped out from time to time. It would be really bad if the entire Han family is implicated." Han Li shook his head and said.

"Everything is done according to the instructions of the fourth uncle." Hearing what Han Lidu said, the Confucian scholar was stunned for a moment, but then he replied honestly.

"Which generation descendant are you from Li Feiyu? What's your name?" Han Li turned his eyes and suddenly stared at the bearded man and asked.

Hearing this, the big man hurriedly lowered his head and replied:

"Junior Li Feng is the eleventh generation descendant of ancestor Fei Yu. He has met Uncle Han."

"Li Feiyu and I were brothers in the past. I can bear it if you call me uncle. Just now I saw that you protected Tian Xiao a lot. It seems that the Li family has indeed taken good care of our Han family over the years. I Uncle of the Han family, naturally cannot treat the people of the Li family badly. Here are some elixirs, which will be of great help to those who practice martial arts. It can save you, the children of the Li family, most of the hard work of cultivating your internal strength. Please accept it for the time being." Han Li went with one hand. He patted the storage bag, a white light flashed, and seven or eight small bottles of various colors suddenly appeared in his hand, and he handed them to the big man.

The big man was overjoyed when he heard this and hurriedly took the vials with thanks.

You must know that although people in the Jianghu practice their inner strength, which does not take decades like those who cultivate immortality, it still takes many years and months to achieve even a small amount of success. With these pills, the Li family will naturally become more skilled.

Seeing this, the middle-aged Confucian scholar felt happy for his friend, and looked at Han Li with a hint of expectation.

Seeing this, Han Li smiled slightly. He calmly took off a spirit animal bag from his waist and patted it lightly.

Immediately, thousands of three-color gold-eating insects surged out from the bag, forming a three-color cloud of three-color insects amidst the buzzing sound, which was dazzling and dazzling, like thousands of stars appearing in the daytime.

The Confucian scholars and the big man were dumbfounded, secretly claiming to be amazed.

Han Li didn't say much and pointed at the insect cloud above his head.

The more than a thousand gold-eating insects suddenly gathered in the middle and instantly turned into a three-color sword floating in the air. Han Li stretched out his hand and the sword made a clear sound and fell to his hand.

This strange scene made the two Confucian scholars even more stunned.

Han Li held the sword in one hand and gently stroked the sword's blade with the other hand, with a gloomy expression on his face.

But after a while, he still sighed, opened his mouth and blurted out a ball of cyan spiritual energy, which just sprayed on the sword. Suddenly there was a flash of green light, and a green and simple scabbard appeared on the surface of the sword blade.

Han Li practiced his sword with the sheath lying in front of him.

"This sword is made by me refining spiritual insects. It can kill people and destroy enemies on its own. I will keep it in this ancestral hall. If one day, the Han family is really in danger of annihilation, we can let the clan members hide in this ancestral hall." . With this sword, you can temporarily avoid disaster. But you must remember. I do not control this sword personally. Once the spiritual sword is unsheathed, except for the people in the ancestral hall, it will kill all the animals within ten miles. So ten million Use it with caution. There is a jade pendant here that contains a trace of my essence. Only by wearing this jade can the sword be unsheathed, otherwise a mortal cannot unsheath the sword. From now on, this jade pendant will be handed over to the heads of the Han family in the past generations. Go ahead." Han Li took out another piece of crystal clear jade and warned the Confucian scholar.

"My grandnephew, please remember your uncle's teachings!" After seeing Han Li's incredible methods, the Confucian scholar no longer had any doubts about Han Li. After hearing these words, I was very surprised and answered hurriedly.

Seeing this, Han Li smiled faintly and did not immediately hand over the sword and jade pendant to the other party. Instead, he warned him again.

"Another point, you have to remember. Because this sword is sealed by a sheath of spiritual energy, this gold-devouring sword can only be used three times. Every time it is used, the sheath will become thinner. After three uses, the sheath will become thinner. It will disintegrate and disappear. The spirit sword will turn into a spirit insect again and disappear. I think that with three chances to save the Han family from the disaster, my great-uncle can be considered worthy of the Han family. After all, there is no eternal wealth in the world. But in order to prevent future generations from taking advantage of it, they want to use this sword to do some evil things. This gold-devouring sword cannot leave this ancestral hall before it is unsheathed. Once it leaves this place, it will also turn into nothing and cease to exist. . Nonetheless. Proper use of this sword should be enough to allow the Han family to continue its glory for hundreds of more years. After that, it may not be a bad thing for the Han family to return to the ordinary."

After Han Li said these words, he handed over the two things. "

The Confucian scholar said yes again and again, bowed down to receive the sword, and carefully placed it on the spiritual table in the middle, then returned to stand in front of Han Li and listen to the instructions below.

Han Li was quite satisfied with the respectful attitude of the Confucian scholar. After thinking about it, he took out two light yellow vials and threw them to the Confucian scholar and the big man respectively. He smiled and said in the stunned eyes of the two people:

"What I just gave you is for the Han and Li families. You two are my descendants after all. Seeing my great-uncle in person this time is a chance for me. I have to give you some." It's good. Although the elixirs in these two bottles are of no use to me, they can still have some miraculous effects on prolonging life and strengthening the body for ordinary people in the world. You two can accept them. It's enough. I can guarantee that you two will live to be a hundred years old."

"Thank you, fourth uncle!"

"Thank you, Uncle Han!"

Hearing this, the Confucian scholars and the big man thanked him at the same time with vials in their hands, looking overjoyed. It seems that this gift

Han Li nodded and looked around again, then asked with a hint of curiosity:

"You two were able to recognize me from the beginning. It seems that you really have preserved my portrait. If it is in this ancestral hall, show it to me. I am very curious about who painted it."

"The portrait is indeed in the attic. Please wait a moment, uncle." The Confucian scholar was startled after hearing this, but he immediately replied.

Walk to the side of the attic and press on the seemingly ordinary wall.

A "bang bang" sound came out.

Part of the wall flipped over, revealing five or six brocade and silk images hanging on the inner tier.

Han Li took a few steps forward and stood still in front of an image. On it is a smiling young man of seventeen or eighteen years old, with a hint of childishness on his face, which is exactly what Han Li looked like in the past.

"This picture is said to have been handed over to our Han family from the ancestors of the Li family. As for who painted it, we don't know." The middle-aged Confucian scholar stood behind Han Li and explained softly.

But Han Li didn't seem to hear anything. After his eyes flickered for a few times, he fell on another picture. Above is a portrait of Han's father in official uniform. His face is much older than when he returned to the small village to take a peek, but his face is full of joy.

A sad look flashed across Han Li's face. Then he glanced around, and the other pictures fell into his eyes one by one.

The other portraits also showed old men with white hair and sideburns. It took a lot of effort for Han Li to identify the old looks of his brothers. A variety of emotions surged through his heart, and he was stunned.

At this moment, the Confucian scholar and the tall man with a beard were very wise and did not disturb Han Li.

But at this time, Han Li muttered a few words to himself. But the voice was too low, a little muffled and hard to hear clearly.

When the two Confucian scholars were about to listen carefully, a dazzling green light erupted from Han Li's body. They were startled and subconsciously closed their eyes. When they opened their eyes again, Han Li was already gone. No, but the sound of Han Li's words reached their ears at the same time.

"Although I already have some powers as a land god, I also have some powerful enemies. Do not tell others about my meeting with you today. As long as the news is not leaked, don't let outsiders see the gold-devouring spiritual sword. , the monks in the world of immortality will not notice you mortals, so you can rest easy. From now on, I will concentrate on pursuing the path of immortality, and I will never get involved with the Han family again. Just take care of yourself!"

As soon as he finished speaking these words, Han Li's voice suddenly stopped, as if he had wandered away.

After the big man and the middle-aged Confucian scholar looked at each other, they couldn't help but look at each other.