Chapter 814: Mountain town

I saw that the green liquefied into a crystal green jade green pearl, slowly slipping along the veins on the leaf surface, and finally gathered on the roots, and then gradually infiltrated into it.
Han Li straightened up and put the small green bottle away. The original curled leaf were restored to the original state with the departure of Han Li.
The whole plant's tender green tree buds did not change at all, but the occasional breeze blew, and the two leaves trembled slightly, and then it seemed that nothing had happened before.
Han Li was not in a hurry. He stared at the small tree buds with his eyes fixed, his eyes flickering and not knowing what he was thinking.
Time passed by little by little, and Han Li’s expression did not change at all, and it remained indifferent.
I don't know how long it took, Han Li looked a little.
I saw a sudden flash of Huaguang on the leaf surface, lit up a strange pattern, and then gradually spread, the whole tree buds were covered in the blink of an eye.
This line is not the same as the veins of the young leaves, but it seems to be quite familiar.
After Han Li looked at it for a while, he suddenly clap his hands and muttered in his mouth: "How is it so similar to the time track?"
However, this pattern only maintained a few breaths of effort, and soon the lines on the leaves disappeared.
It’s just that Han Li’s brow is locked up, his eyes flashing slightly, and he seems to be thinking about something.
These two trees were planted by Mu Yan, the disciple of the ancestors of the Ming Dynasty. It is difficult to be used at the time of cultivation. What methods have been used to give the time rule of this tree? Or is it true that these two trees are the ones that contain the laws of time?
Then what happened to the robbery of the tree?
Or is it just a rumor of rumors?
After Han Li thought for a long time, he finally failed to draw an accurate conclusion and had to shake his head.
In any case, the remnant of the roots of the two trees is always a good thing.
In the following time, Han Li stayed in the park for another half-day. After checking the growth of many other elixir, he went out of the Lingyuan Garden and stepped back to the silver door. He went straight back to the pond. Inside.
The soul has been slumbering for a long time, and there is no sign of waking up. He did not go to the second floor, but sat down directly at the knee of the real estate.
After sitting quietly for a moment, Han Li’s palm turned over and took out a piece of Shangyang Ziyang warm jade, and held it in his hand.
He slowly transferred the fairy spirit into the warm jade, and immediately illuminated a purple light on the top of the jade. After the reflection, the whole floor of the bamboo building was dyed purple.
Han Li was in the middle of it. He only felt that his body was warm and warm. A feeling of comfort and exuberance emerged from the depths of the sea. He was so intoxicated that he had some feelings of not wanting to wake up.
After a long time, he slowly opened his eyes and took the spirits back into the body. The Ziyang warm jade also recovered.
"This thing is really extraordinary. It is so powerful to the soul and soul. It is no wonder that the guys in Heicheng City are willing to take risks for this thing... If it is to use this material to assist in the practice of refining the gods, it may be able to do more with less." Han Li’s face showed a touch of surprise, muttering to himself.
In a word, he raised his hand and gently tossed it, and the piece of purple warm jade flew into the air and hovered over his head.
Han Li immediately slammed his hands with his hands, and silently picked up the fifth layer of meditation.
I saw his eyebrows, and a crystal light slowly explored. For example, the snake snake twisted a few times in the void. Even if it found something like a prey, it suddenly slammed up and plunged into the purple sun. Among the jade.
The warm jade was slightly shocked, and the purple light above was lit up again, but it did not shine as before, but only a light of a dozen-inch size, which was able to cover the sky above Han Li’s head.
Within the purple light, it seems that there is purple smoke, and it seems to be a little bit of crystal, it looks like a purple nebula, it seems quite dreamy.
Han Li was covered by the purple nebula, and his expression immediately became soothing. A burst of less obvious volatility of the gods rippled around his head, like a water pattern, a circle larger than a circle.
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Time is like water, and the sun and the moon are like a shuttle.
In the Huanghua area, among the rolling green mountains, there is a mountain town that is almost isolated from the world.
At the time of the day, on the roof of every household in the town, there was a rise in smoke. The late returning farmer took a headed horned green cow and returned from outside the town. He was walking down the wooden sign of the street.
On the street where the town’s central bluestone slabs are paved, many two-armed and four-armed Mozu young children are chasing and playing back and forth. Some of the thick and sturdy Mozu women are standing not far away, chatting while the parents are short, while glanced at them from time to time. Their own children.
If you fall or bump, you can't help but blame and help them.
One of the children, who was quite awkward, was about to sneak into another companion who was a few years old. When he suddenly saw the arch outside the town, there were two people in the sunset. The town came in.
The town is not big, and the people living here are all the same ethnic group, so the child recognizes that it is two strangers at a glance, but does not feel fear, but curiously looks at the two.
Both of them had only one arm and two arms, and they looked like they were a little bit different from the people in their town. Some of them were not very pleasing, that is, the clothes they wore were really beautiful, with various patterns that he had never seen before.
One of the two young men, who looked ordinary, saw the child looking at himself, and then grinned at him, and the other man with white hair always looked silent and expressionless.
The two are from the Shenqiu domain, and Han Li and Shi Kong are here.
When the child saw that he was peeping and found it, he immediately removed his gaze, but he couldn’t help but watch the past.
Han Li, who is in a green robe, sees this, and his smile is more intense. When he first saw his two uncles in his first year, isn’t that the appearance of this Mozu young child?
"Shi brother, I thought that the people of the Mozu were born to be practitioners. I did not expect that there would be the same existence as the ordinary people. This mountain village is hidden in this mountain range, but it is really a paradise. Feeling." Han Li took back his eyes and said.
"The people of all ethnic groups in the Sanctuary are naturally strong and strong. The most common average is three or four hundred years of life. But there are not many people who have qualifications for practice. Unless everyone can do it on the way, not everyone can They are also willing to practice." Shi Xiaokong glanced at the people in the town and said.
"It is true. But the ethnicity of the people in this town is not too weak to look at their blood. It doesn't look like a normal demon." Han nodded and said.
"In the sanctuary, throwing away some higher races, some inferior races don't value the blood, so there are a lot of chaotic marriages. Under the condition of impure blood, sometimes it is difficult to tell which kind of race they are. The people in this small town seem to have pure blood, but I have never seen them in other places in the sanctuary, and I can't tell them at the same time." Stone frowned and frowned.
During the conversation, the two had already passed through the playful young children. Under the curiosity of the women and the farmers, they came to a small tea stall in the middle of the town and sat down.
The owner of the tea stall was a hunchback old man with loose hair. After giving the two men a pot of tea, they turned back to the house and didn't even say a word to Han Li.
"At the moment, the refining of the road is about to reach the final stage. It is really impossible. It can only be delayed here for some time." Han Li took a sip of tea in the black pottery tea bowl, and unexpectedly felt sweet, said.
"It's no problem, if you want to go back, it's not an eager thing to do. It's better to stop and go. This mountain is a world of aura, but the magic is far thinner than other places. It is also suitable." Stone pierced the empty black pottery tea bowl, did not go to drink, waved his hand and said.
Han Li heard that he was about to speak. He suddenly felt that the earth was shaking in front of him, and he quickly stood up and took the teapot on the table and his own tea bowl.
The tea bowl on the side of the stone was slammed on the ground, and the tea sprinkled on the ground.
Waiting for the two to figure out what is going on, I listened to the children on the street and screamed excitedly: "Run the mountain, run the mountain...God God’s grandfather..."
The two of them looked at the women over there again, and they were as stable as Taishan. It seemed to be commonplace. There was no fear at all, and they didn’t shake their bodies.
The violent tremors of the earth have continued for ten years, and finally stopped.
Han Li re-seat and put the teapot and tea bowl back on the table.
The stone bench that was originally sitting on the stone was wet with tea, and he changed his position and sat on the left side of Han Li.
"Is this an earthquake?" Han Li was somewhat puzzled.
"I didn't notice any unusual fluctuations, it should be that the earthquake was correct..." Stone nodded and said.
When the two of them had not finished, they were again violently shaking from the underground.
Han Li didn't get up this time. With his hands on the corner of the table, he had already "wowed it up". It seemed to be a wooden table that had to fall apart. It was stabilized again, and even the tea in the tea bowl did not sway.
Such repeated earthquakes were intermittent, and after repeated dozens of times, they finally stopped.
At this time, the sky was already dark, and the hunchback old man picked up a dim lantern, hung under the low eaves, and then leaned over to smash the previously broken tea bowl.
When the hunchback old man got up straight, the previous two guests had disappeared, and only a black magic stone with the size of a small thumb was placed on the table.
The old man looked around and saw the figure of the two men. Then he took the hand on the table and put the piece of magic stone into the pocket of his shirt.
On the mountain road outside the town, Han Li looked a bit stiff and his feet were rushing.
"Right brother, are you really wrong?" Stone did not speak, but asked by voice.