Record of Mortal’s Journey to Immortality: Immortal World

Han Li was in a stagnation and quickly turned back to look.

I saw the red character behind, and the shadow appeared in a row of pale gold characters. The above words were written in Jin Yuwen:

"White Crane Valley, the real round."

The six words are all caged in a layer of faint golden light, making people unable to see the real cut.

Just watching for a moment, Han Li only felt his eyes dry, and he blinked his eyes. When he went to see it, he found that the red character was clean and empty.

In his heart, he quickly looked around and saw that everyone around him was staring at the stone wall. He whispered a few words from time to time. Everyone was looking as usual. Obviously, he did not see the strange scene.

"White Crane Valley...what is this place?"

Han Li’s mind has been echoing these three words, but he still can’t remember such a place in the Candle Dragon Road.

Han Li’s thoughts turned and he tried different angles and ways. He wanted to see some clues from the red characters on the stone wall again, but he found no strange results.

It seems that the six pale gold characters are the ones that are out of thin air and do not exist at all.

But he knows that although it is like a glimpse of a glimpse, but with his own eyesight, there is no possibility of misreading.

Only in this way, he naturally raised a trace of luck.

In any case, I have to find out what I have called in the so-called "White Crane Valley", otherwise I will never be reconciled.

Just where is this place?

After standing in the same place for a long time, Han Li went to a corner from his own hands and took out the regional map of the Zhongming Mountain Range that he got when he got started. He put the gods into it and searched it bit by bit.

As a result, this station is a whole lot of hours.

Han Li opened his eyes, his wrists shook and the map was closed, and the color of doubt on his face became thicker.

He came back and forth and scanned all the place names on the map for almost a few times, confirming that there was no legacy, but still found nowhere to be called "White Castle Valley."

"Is it a secret place somewhere in the Zongmen?" Han Li blinked and muttered to himself.

He thought so in his heart, and walked to the front of the stone wall, staring at it and watching it for a long while, then turned and walked out of the Tai Xuan Temple.

After a while, his figure floated in the void outside the hall of Tai Xuan, his hands were back, his shirt was hunting, his face was full of thoughtful colors, and then his body was shining together and galloping in a certain direction. .

......

That night. The peak of Chihwa Peak is in a cave, inside a secret room.

A vermilion-colored Eight Immortal Square table lit up with a cyan ancient lamp. I don’t know what kind of oil is burning in the lamp, and there is no smoke, but it is fragrant.

The flame at the wick was exceptionally stable and did not shake at all. It seemed to have only the size of the thumb, but the whole room was bright and white.

On the square table, a few thick green books are stacked on one corner, three or four jade slips are placed on one side, and a yellow ruled shaft with a length of seven feet is placed on the edge of the table, half rolled, Half dragged to the ground.

On top of the scroll, Danqing's pen and ink depict a vivid blue mountain peak with some small square characters on it. The name of these peaks is written, but it is a beautiful picture of the rivers and rivers.

Han Li is sitting at the back of the square table at the moment, holding a somewhat ruined yellowed ancient book in his hand, and reading it attentively.

These jade books and scrolls are the landscapes of the Zhongming Mountains, but he borrowed them from the "Dragon Palace" of Yulong Peak today.

In addition to the few jade slips, these books and scrolls are solitary that they could be copied and purchased, but in order to access the most original map records, they spent more expensive points than purchases. I don't know how many years old the original books were borrowed.

Every detail of Han Li has not been missed. I have carefully reviewed everything including transcripts and drawings. However, until now, I have not found a valley named Baique.

Although there are several names that are similar to each other, most of them are places where you can't see what you want.

The focus of his review is still concentrated on the black areas seen from the Molingshan River map. Most of these places are some forbidden places in Zongmen. Most of the maps are not marked, but some of the transcripts are Mentioned.

After cross-matching, he regretted that there was still no mention of Baique Valley.

At the moment, the "Ancient Clouds" held in his hands is already the last of all books.

In fact, this book is not a geography map, but a landscape travel story that records the ancient Yunnan style. The person who wrote it seems to be just a frustrated monk who is not well practiced.

However, this book seems to be very early in the book, even in the same time as the existence of the candle dragon, with a layer of banned law on the book.

Once the squad is removed, the pages will be instantly decayed into smoke.

Han Li slammed a page and turned it backwards. His eyes followed the words written on it and swept up and down.

Suddenly, he browed slightly, pulled the ancient book closer, stared at one of the texts, and looked at it carefully.

"The West Hills have valleys, the white-skins are grouped, and there are some shepherds who chase the birds. I don’t see the valleys in the valley. I only see the misty fog around the palace, the jade pavilion, the high platform invisible, the dancing, the immortal to drink, I don’t know where to go..."

Han Li looked at this short and extreme travel note, and he was silent. In the second half of the story, the shepherd boy was beaten by the golden armor gods. After awakening, he realized that he was still standing in the valley, just like a sleepwalking. .

The scenes described in this travel note are quite common in the secular novels of the secular world. They are often called mirages. It is not a strange thing, but the white-skinned group mentioned in this article has provoked him quite a care.

In the previous reading process, I also saw the title of white, snow, sputum, etc., but I have never seen the white bird. This is the first time I saw it.

After that, he continued to read the travel notes carefully, and finally decided. Among all the books, only this one clearly recorded the word Baique.

"Where is this Xishan?" Han Li held the ancient books in one hand and tapped on the table with one hand, and fell into meditation.

After a while, he suddenly stopped the action of tapping, took all the basic green books on the table, and flipped through a page and spread it on the table.

Han Li pointed to one of the pages and muttered: "Yixi Mountain, the height of the mountain is 7,250 feet, the mountain is narrow and long, from south to north, Yangposheng Luyang grass, day flower, phosphorus production stone……"

"Xiquan Mountain, the mountain is 8,931 feet..."

"Jersey Peak, Mountain High Six..."

......

The shadow of the moon sank and soon arrived in the middle of the night.

Han Li, who has been sitting at the back of the square table, stood up and stretched out. He gently put the ancient books on the table together, and after finishing the arrangement, placed them neatly on the corner of the table.

The only thing that was spread out on the table was the map of the river and river.

However, this picture is only spread out of the scales. The picture above is a mountain named Xilin Peak.

Located in the western part of the Zhongming Mountains, this peak is an ordinary mountain with no aura. Because it has no special rare spirits, it has been abandoned and no elders have been chosen.

Its west is similar to the Puling Valley, and the east is opposite to the side mountain range of the Zhongming Mountains, with a very wide half-moon valley sandwiched between them.

This mountain is the Xishan that was selected by Han Li through multiple comparisons.

He believes that the mountain half-moon valley named Banyan Valley is probably the Baique Valley he is looking for.

Han Li palm stroked the past, the old lamp flame on the Eight Immortals table shook a little and went out.

Above the wick, a smoky white smoke rises and exudes a fragrance, which lasts for a long time.

Han Li went out of the house, covered the door and walked straight to the front yard. But before he left the hall, he saw that the dream was running fast from the veranda.

"Senior, I want to come out, I want to come out..." She hadn’t walked to the front, and she saw Han Li’s figure and quickly shouted.

Han Liwen listened to this statement, first of all, a brow slightly, and then a brow, a touch of joy on his face.

"Go, go see."

When he said this in his mouth, he greeted him one step at a time. The palm of his hand was a shallow arm. The two people were turned into a blue light, and they disappeared from the spot.

After a while, the figures of the two appeared in a stone room in Dongfu.

Among the stone rooms, the small polyfamily is still running, and there is a constant flash of blue light.

A white giant egg stands in the center of the squad, constantly absorbing the aura of the heavens and the earth, and shaking slightly.

As a result, Han Li looked at the giant egg for a quarter of an hour, but did not see signs of a broken shell.

"It was very strong, and there was a knocking sound from time to time inside the eggshell. I thought it was going to hatch, so I rushed to inform the elders..." The dream looked at the scene in front of me, and I was embarrassed to say .

Han Li stared at the giant egg. Under the scrutiny, he found that there was a very slight crack in the bottom of the eggshell. If you don't observe it carefully, you can't see it.

"It has been hatched, but after seeing it, I haven't seen the female bird, some fear, and I have re-hidden back." Half a sigh, Han Li shook his head and said.

After all, he thought about it, his palm turned over, and a long stream of flickering feathers came out of his palm, and he gave his dreams shallow.

The dream was shallow and some unknown. So I took the feathers and looked at Han Li straight.

"Go and call the little guy out," Han said with a smile.

The dream nodded slightly, and the long eyelashes smashed a few times. I walked up the letter suspiciously and reached out and knocked on the giant egg gently.

The giant egg still didn't react at all.

After a slight hesitation, the feathers in your hand gently stroked the surface of the eggshell a few times.

The result, this time, the giant egg seems to have sensed something, first a meal, then gently swaying, but the amplitude is much smaller than before.

The dream is shallow and beautiful, while gently stroking the surface of the eggshell with the feathers in the hand, while extending a palm, also gently touched up.

The giant egg suddenly stopped and swayed, so it was so quiet that it did not move.