Chapter 182 Induction

There were more than 200 people who landed here with Han Li, most of them were human races, some of them looked like alien races, and among these human races, there were also a few mortals.

In fact, these people are not really ordinary mortals, but just like the body refiners in the spirit world, they take the path of tempering their bodies and improving their strength.

Everyone walked inward along the ferry pass, entered through the tall doorway of the pass, and came to a very spacious hall.

The hall is very empty, almost without any furnishings, only a three-foot-long red sandalwood table is placed in a corner of the hall, and an incense burner is lit on it, and smoke is wafting from it.

Through the thin layer of smoke, Han Li saw an old man in a purple robe with a white beard and hair sitting leaning on the grand teacher's chair behind the table. His eyes were slightly closed and his head was slightly swaying. I am meditating and adjusting my breath, or I am taking a nap with my eyes closed.

Looking at the aura of cultivation on his body, he is a Mahayana monk.

Just when Han Li's eyes were about to move away from him, the old man suddenly opened his eyes and looked at him with piercing eyes.

At the same time, an old voice suddenly sounded in Han Li's heart:

"Senior, since you have the cultivation base of the real fairyland, you deliberately suppressed it to the level of the fusion stage. I will not ask you why. But since you have stepped into the realm of our Torch Dragon Dao, you must abide by the rules of our Torch Dragon Dao .”

"I would like to hear the details." Han Li looked at the old man and replied through voice transmission.

He didn't think there was anything wrong with the other party's superficially polite but warning words, but he murmured in his heart, why could the other party see through his own cultivation with the power of the Mahayana stage spiritual consciousness?

"I, Zhulong Dao, have the tolerance to accommodate outside monks. Seniors can rest assured about this. But fellow Taoists must remember that as a true immortal, you must not intervene in worldly disputes, disturb the order of mortals, let alone kill mortals indiscriminately." The purple-robed old man said through voice transmission.

"Thank you for letting me know, it should be so." Han Li replied directly after hearing the words.

"Then I wish senior all the best." Seeing this, the purple-robed old man spoke politely.

Han Li nodded slightly, then turned around and walked out through the hall door on the other side of the hall together with the others.

Outside the gate of the temple, there is a very wide white square, on which there are many strange beast vehicles, some of which can run in the mountains, and some can fly in the sky, mainly for those who are mortals.

And on the mountains farther away, it is covered with a layer of white frost like a jade belt hanging horizontally, reflecting the dazzling light in the morning sun.

After entering the Ancient Cloud Continent, Han Li clearly discovered that the temperature here was much lower than that of the previous Barren Land Continent, and the climate was a bit colder and more humid.

He paused on the spot, raised his eyes for a moment, turned his wrist, took out a jade slip, and put his consciousness into it.

Inside this jade slip is exactly the tracking map he had exchanged in the Impermanence Alliance. Although the topography shown in the map at this moment is still only a part, it is obviously better than when he checked it in the Black Wind Sea. , to be much more detailed.

And there is another thing that is obviously different from before, that is, there is a very conspicuous red line on the map at this time, starting from Yingshoudu where Han Li is, leading directly to a city called "White Kite City" in the northeast. The place.

According to the situation shown on the map, this White Kite City is located in a country called Baiyou Country, and there is still a considerable distance from here.

To be on the safe side, he planned to travel at a speed consistent with his current status as a monk in the fit period, and it would take about ten days.

Different from the Huanglan Continent, the Guyun Continent is far superior to the former in terms of the richness of the spiritual energy permeating the sky and the earth, and the spreading of the spiritual veins. Therefore, there are naturally many more sects here than the former, and there are many dangers along the way. Naturally, it is also much smaller.

After confirming the direction, Han Li put away the jade slips, his body turned into a stream of light and rushed into the sky.

After flying like this for about seven or eight days, when passing over a dense snow-covered mountain forest, Han Li's expression suddenly changed slightly.

Just now, there was a sudden change in the depths of his soul, and he actually felt the breath of Qingzhu Fengyun Sword and Xie Taoist.

But the two senses are very weak, if not for his spirit is strong enough, otherwise he would not notice it at all.

After pondering for a while, he glanced around, and then flew straight towards a hidden snow valley.

After falling into the valley, Han Li flitted, jumping quickly like a mountain ape in the silent valley, and finally stopped on a very flat boulder deep in the valley.

With a flick of his sleeve, he swept away all the snow from the boulder, sat down cross-legged, closed his eyes, moved his hands quickly in front of him, and began to recite the formula silently.

In his sea of ​​consciousness, the waves are churning, and a vague connection between the soul and the soul is like a slender thread, cruising in the void, following the weak connection, constantly searching, looking for the relationship between the green bamboo bee cloud sword and the crab Taoist trace.

However, just as the connection between his mind and soul gradually became clear, the thread of soul wandering in the void was suddenly cut off, and even the extremely weak sense of soul was completely cut off, as if He was deliberately isolated by spells.

He frowned slightly, and with a change in the art of his hands, he tried his best to stimulate his spiritual consciousness, trying to get back that feeling.

However, after a while, he still opened his eyes helplessly, spread his hands, and murmured, "It seems that it may not be so easy to find you..."

After this incident, Han Li felt a little lost, so he simply sat quietly in that quiet valley for a while, and after sorting out his thoughts, he flew up again and flew towards the direction of Baiyuan City.

Three days later.

Outside a white city standing at the confluence of two rivers on the plain, a cyan figure shrank from the light and fell from the sky.

He has a tall body, a protruding forehead, and a ring of beard on his face. His face looks a bit rough, but his eyes are very bright, which seems a bit unsuitable.

This person was naturally Han Li in disguise.

Before entering the city, he changed his face again with the mask of the Wuchang League. This time he simply suppressed his breath completely, and walked into Baiyuan City swaggeringly in the appearance of a mortal.

There was no snow near Baiyuan City, but the temperature was also a bit cold. There were not many pedestrians passing by the city gate, and most of them were wearing thick cotton-padded clothes.

There is also a team of people stationed on both sides of the city gate, most of them are monks in the foundation period, but they don't check the people who come and go too much, they seem to be responsible for maintaining order.

Han Li felt a little strange at first, but he soon understood.

This Baiyuan City is just a remote town in Baiyou's country, most of the people living in it are ordinary people, so the management is probably more secular.

After entering the city, Han Li checked the map in the jade slip again.

This time the logo in the picture was more clear and detailed, leading him directly to a restaurant in the east of the city.

Along the road in the city, Han Li saw the banner and sign of the restaurant in a not-so-bustling alley.

Walking to the entrance of the restaurant, Han Li smelled a strong smell of grain wine brewed by mortals. Perhaps because it had been too long, he felt that it was a little different from what he remembered.

I remember when I was a child, every time Uncle Zhang came to the house, he would bring some earthy shochu, and the poor farm food was served on the dinner table, and he always had to drink some with his father.

He was young at that time, but he had never drunk it, and every time he smelled it, he would feel a little choked up.

Thinking of this, Han Li was slightly distracted, then shook his head in a self-deprecating manner, strode across the threshold, and walked into the restaurant.

At this time period, according to the secular living habits, lunch time has passed, but it is not yet dinner time, and because the street is relatively remote, most of the tables and chairs in the store are empty, only two idlers are sitting against the wall Beside a table and chair, I ate salted peanuts and drank some wine, smacking my mouth.

When a guy with a towel on his shoulder saw Han Li coming in, he quickly showed a familiar smile and greeted him.

Before he could speak, someone grabbed his shoulders and moved him aside.

"This is an old acquaintance. I'll greet you. Just go and do your work." A bloated middle-aged man came out from behind him and said with a smile on his face.

"What old acquaintance? Why don't I have any impression."

The waiter watched the fat shopkeeper welcome Han Li up to the second floor, and couldn't help scratching his head, swearing a few words to himself, then stretched his waist, and leaned on a stool to get lazy.

Without saying a word, Han Li followed the fat shopkeeper up the creaking wooden ladder to the second floor, and entered a private room at the innermost part of the corridor.

As soon as he entered the door, the fat shopkeeper gave up half of his body to let Han Li enter the room, and he turned around and closed the door.

Then, I saw him reach out and wave his hand in the void, and a layer of faint brilliance immediately lit up on the inner wall of the room, isolating the sound inside.

"Fellow Daoist, please sit down."

After doing all this, the fat shopkeeper made a "please" gesture with his hand, and the smile on his face gradually subsided.

Han Li immediately sat down, glanced around, and found that the isolation formation around him was not very clever. If a monk of his level wanted to investigate, he could peep clearly even ten miles away.

However, the location here is relatively remote, so it is not noticeable, but it is the best concealment.

"Fellow Daoist should have a token on him, right? Can you take it out and let me verify it?" The fat shopkeeper also sat down opposite Han Li, and said straight to the point.

Hearing this, Han Li didn't hesitate, flipped his wrist, took out the jade slip that recorded the mission and tracking map, put it directly on the table in front of him, and pushed it towards the fat shopkeeper.

After the latter took it, he closed his eyes and inspected it, nodded and said:

"There is no problem with the token. It seems that you should be a fellow Taoist of the Wuchang League."