Doctor Mo was very satisfied that Han Li could devote all his time to cultivation. But the progress of his practice of the nameless formula is still too slow.
In recent years, Doctor Mo's illness seems to have become more serious. The number of coughs per day has become more frequent, and the duration of coughing has become more prolonged.
As his physical condition deteriorated, Doctor Mo seemed to be more concerned about Han Li's progress in cultivation. From his usual repeated urging words, one can hear the anxiety in his heart.
Doctor Mo should attach great importance to Han Li. Not only did he pay him much more silver than ordinary disciples as agreed, but the way he usually looks at him is also very strange, as if looking at a rare treasure, which he cherishes very much.
But Han Li, who had practiced the formula to the third level, had become very sensitive. He inadvertently discovered that behind these kind and caring gazes, there was occasionally a hint of greed and longing that made Han Li uneasy.
These expressions made Han Li a little creepy. He always felt that Doctor Mo who displayed these expressions did not look at himself as if he was looking at a living person, but as if he was looking at a thing.
This made him a little confused, what could Dr. Mo want for him
Of course not, he answered himself in the affirmative.
Han Li sometimes even thought that he was a little allergic to the exercises, and it was a bit ungrateful to secretly slander Doctor Mo.
But he himself didn't know why, but in the most secret place of his heart, he still had a sense of guarding against Dr. Mo, and as time went by, this guarding became even stronger.
Now there is a major problem in front of Han Li. He has encountered a bottleneck in his practice. What's worse, with Han Li taking a lot of medicine for cultivation in the past few years, the precious medicine in Dr. Mo's hands has disappeared. .
It was obvious that Han Li was not some kind of genius. Without the aid of medicine, his progress in cultivation had completely stagnated.
This made Han Li feel very ashamed when facing Doctor Mo: Doctor Mo spent almost all of his hard work and possessions on himself, creating the best cultivation conditions for himself, but he couldn't meet his requirements.
This made Han Li feel that it was difficult for him to face Doctor Mo and his eager inquiries at that moment.
It's very strange. For some reason, Doctor Mo, who is very skilled in martial arts, can't know the details of Han Li's cultivation. He can only know a little or two of his progress from his pulse. Therefore, he has not known the predicament Han Li is facing these days.
Han Li, who was restless not long ago, finally confessed his cultivation situation to Doctor Mo.
Doctor Mo heard that Han Li hadn't improved in the formulas for a year, his scorched face turned a little pale, and his originally expressionless face became even uglier.
Doctor Mo didn't blame him, but just told him that he had to go down the mountain for a while to find some medicinal materials and come back, so that he should hurry up and practice on the mountain, and don't relax the formulas.
Two days later, Doctor Mo left Qixuanmen alone with his luggage and medicinal tools. After he left, Han Li was the only one left in the Valley of Gods Hands.
Another senior brother and good friend, Zhang Tie, disappeared suddenly when he completed the third level of "Elephant Armor Kungfu" two years ago. Only one letter was left to say goodbye to go to the rivers and lakes, which caused an uproar in the whole Qixuanmen. Later, I heard that it was Doctor Mo who came forward to intercede, so his referee and relatives were not affected. This made Han Li feel that it was too sudden, and he was sad for several days. Later, when he thought about it, he felt that something was not quite right, but the other person said little and no one asked him, so the matter was over. Later, Han Li guessed that Zhang Tie sneaked away unknowingly because he was afraid of the fourth level of "Elephant Armor Skill".
After cultivating in the valley for a few days, he didn't see any effect, and Han Li also had a youthful temper, so he walked out of the God's Hand Valley and wandered around Caixia Mountain. Walking on these familiar yet somewhat unfamiliar mountain roads, Han Li felt a little emotional in his heart.
In the past few years, in order to practice martial arts, Han Li did not step out of the small valley once as if he was in prison. It is estimated that those fellow students outside have already forgotten Han Li as a senior brother.
On the way, I met some disciples who were patrolling the mountain. They saw that he was wearing the clothes of disciples in the sect, but his appearance was very strange. They all came forward to question him vigilantly.
In order to avoid unnecessary troubles, Han Li simply chose small paths and walked to secluded places, avoiding crowded places.
Sure enough, there were no more annoying interrogations on the road, allowing him to go farther and farther along the way.
Looking at the beautiful scenery that was completely different from the valley, and listening to the chirping of various birds, all the troubles were thrown away by Han Li for a moment.
Suddenly bursts of weapons collided, and the sound of many people shouting and cheering came from a relatively hidden cliff.
Such a remote place! So many people coming together! And such a loud noise!
Han Li's curiosity arose, and he was no longer afraid of being asked. He followed the sound of fighting and came to the vicinity of this cliff.
What a big scene! He couldn't help being slightly stunned, startled.
Under this cliff that is completely covered by trees, there are more than a hundred people gathered there. This not too big place is crowded with so many people, and even a few larger trees nearby On the ground, there are also a few people standing on the branches, looking over there.
In the circle surrounded by so many people, two waves of people are confronting each other full of hostility.
There are the most people on the left, with eleven or two people, and there are fewer people on the right, with six or seven people.
Han Li found that all these people, whether they were onlookers or those standing in the field, were all about the same age as him, only in their teens.
A slight smile appeared on Han Li's face, what a coincidence!
Among so many people, he easily recognized several familiar old faces.
"Wan Jinbao, Zhang Dalu, Ma Yun, Sun Lisong... Hey! Fatty Wang is even fatter than before. He really deserves to be a cook at home. He is delicious and easy to raise! Who is this person? It's Liu Tietou, tsk! Tsk! The black charcoal hair that used to be black has turned into a little boy!" Han Li also climbed up a tree, and made a big roll call of the familiar faces below.