After a day and a night, Han Li came out of the stone room, left the mountainside, and headed straight to the east of Dajin. Jinjing, the largest city in the mortal world, is located there.
Because it was still early, in order to avoid attracting others' attention, Han Li just used the normal escape speed of the alchemy stage, and walked eastward in a leisurely manner.
Not long after, Han Li successfully left Longzhou and entered the neighboring counties. Only then did he take out the imperial windmill, turn it into a ball of white light at full speed, and leave through the air.
With Han Li's indistinct Nascent Soul-level cultivator aura, the low-ranking cultivators he encountered along the way respectfully and far away. Nascent Soul-level monks are also existences that ordinary monks have to look up to in Dajin, so naturally they dare not show the slightest disrespect.
More than a month later, when he entered Jinjiang County near Jinjing, Han Li put away the windmill, slowed down his escape speed, and at the same time restrained his aura to the level of the alchemy stage, and walked slowly.
After all, in the hinterland of Dajin, there must be many high-level cultivators, and he didn't want to draw too much attention.
More than ten days later, a hundred miles away from Jinjing, an old horse with scorched fur was pulling a dilapidated two-wheeled carriage, slowly marching on the official road. Sitting in front of the car was a Confucian scholar in green shirt, with an ordinary face, it was Han Li.
At this time, he was sitting in front of the car, his body was staggering, his eyes half closed, he looked like he was not asleep, but he was secretly refining a Xuepo pill that he had taken a few days ago.
Speaking of which, after he came out of the crack in the space, he had taken as many as a dozen pills of this kind of pill that can enhance the power of ice cold.
This elixir is worthy of being a kind of ancient elixir. Han Li clearly felt that the cold air of the dry blue ice flame and the six-winged frost cockroach that had been refined before had become more and more pure. A trace of impurity that could not be refined remained in Ziluo Tianhuo, and gradually merged and disappeared, which greatly increased the power of the cold air.
The only troublesome thing was that these pills were not easy to refine, and it took almost three or four months to take them, which made Han Li feel helpless. Otherwise, if you take one pill every month, Ziluo Tianhuo will be extremely terrifying in just over a hundred years, and you may be able to cultivate it to the legendary state of being frozen for thousands of miles.
But even if it goes on like this, Ziluo Tianhuo is by no means inferior to any top-level supernatural powers of the two ways of righteousness and magic, and has hardly been truly restrained by other exercises.
As for the reason why Han Li drove such a carriage to appear here, it was because Jinjing, as the capital of mortals, had such an unwritten rule in the Dajin Immortal Cultivation Realm that fighting and flying were strictly prohibited within a thousand miles of Jinjing. To show a trace of respect to the Dajin government for the cultivators.
In Dajin, immortal cultivators and mortals also depended on each other to some extent. However, this rule is only for those low-level immortal cultivators. There are many people who turn a deaf ear to the Nascent Soul and even the alchemy-stage monks who have excellent escape methods.
After all, those who are in charge of patrolling around Jinjing are casual cultivators hired by the government, and their cultivation bases are generally not too high, as long as they don't get discovered, or don't fly at low altitude blatantly when they enter Beijing.
And Han Li also didn't take it seriously, but because he had enough time and wanted to refine the Snow Soul Pill on the road, so he left a few hundred miles away and bought it in a small town. He picked up an old horse and wobbled on the road.
Along the way, Han Li also met some low-level immortal cultivators who were honestly traveling on horseback and in carriages. But Han Li didn't want to be troublesome. Once his mana was absorbed, he was like an ordinary person. Naturally, these low-level immortal cultivators couldn't see through it, and no one went to harass Han Li.
Because Han Li's carriage was not fast, there were already seven or eight caravans of pedestrians rushing over this official road.
Han Li, on the other hand, did his own thing calmly. He was feeling the coolness of the medicinal power in his dantian dissipating to the meridians in his body. Just as he felt his mind was as calm as water, he suddenly frowned, and then there was a sudden sound on the road behind the car There was a sound of hoofbeats like a storm.
Han Li's expression didn't change, but he opened his eyes. He pulled the rein in his hand casually, and the old horse immediately obediently turned to the side, allowing the car to move aside the official road.
Only then did Han Li look back lazily, and saw a yellow dragon rolling towards the official road behind him, with banners waving inside, as if thousands of troops were rushing here.
Huanglong approached Han Li's side in the blink of an eye. A group of knights in silver helmets and bows with swords and backs loomed in the dust and mist, and gradually became clear.
These knights are all sturdy and strong, and the leader is a middle-aged man in brocade robes riding a big black horse, with a long sword on his waist, and a large "King" written on a banner behind his back. . And among the knights, there were several jasper chariots pulled by horses, galloping along with the team. The car had a faint aura flashing, it ran so wildly but the car didn't shake at all, as if there was nothing there.
"Dharma artifact?" When Han Li saw the car, surprise flashed across his eyes. After a slight sweep of his consciousness, the other cars were fine, and there seemed to be some dead objects piled up inside. Only one car had a monk's aura faintly, although the aura was very weak. But it was a little surprising that ordinary immortal cultivators were mixed with these sergeants.
Han Li pulled the reins and simply parked the vehicle on the side of the road so that the soldiers could pass by first.
There should be about three or four hundred knights in this team, but when they passed by, it was like a hurricane blowing, and the momentum was astonishing.
Han Li's eyes flickered a few times. These knights were full of evil spirits, as if they were all brave and skilled fighters. They were not ordinary city guards, but more like border guards who often participated in bloody battles.
He has also heard people say that although the Great Jin Dynasty is huge, it borders some foreign lands on the southeast and northwest, and there are often mortal wars with the aborigines there. Only in such a chaotic place can a true iron-blooded soldier be trained.
While Han Li was thinking about it, a Jasper car passed by, and a gaze flashed through the gap in the window, just in time to see Han Li on the side, and then a soft cry sounded in the car.
Han Li seemed to have sensed something, and couldn't help but look up, and a pair of familiar eyes flashed by the car window. I was slightly taken aback, and before I remembered who it was, the team of knights had already left.
Staring at the departing queue, Han Li pondered for a while, and finally shook his head, giving up the idea of going deep into the car with his spiritual sense. It wasn't that Han Li was too lazy to do this, but that those jade chariots had some simple barriers. If you want to find out, you will inevitably be noticed by the people in the chariots. And the people in the car were at the Qi refining stage, and Han Like didn't want anything to happen because of some low-level monks.
After calmly watching the knights in front of him go away, Han Licai drove the carriage forward again.
This time, after only walking for more than ten miles, there was a three-way intersection ahead, and there was a large lush forest beside the road, and several simple tea shops were built together by the forest. Many chariots and horses stayed outside the tea shop, and the owners entered these simple places to drink and eat.
After all, this is almost the only resting place to Jinjing in this direction. Most passers-by will take a break.
Han Li glanced casually, and saw those silver-armored knights dismounting and resting by the edge of the forest. But several jade chariots also stayed there, but one of them was now half open, and it looked empty inside. And the middle-aged man in the brocade robe was also not among the knights.
Han Li frowned, glanced subconsciously at the tea shops, and then calmly urged the carriages to pass through this intersection and continue on their way.
But at this moment, when one of the knights saw Han Li's car, he suddenly strode over and blocked the way. Han Li couldn't help being taken aback.
"Is this young master's surname Han?" the knight saluted Han Li slightly, and said neither humble nor overbearing.
"That's right, I have this surname! Is there anything you want?" Han Li said slowly with a look on his face.
"Since it's Mr. Han, then the villain is right. My lady has invited you to the tea shop."
"Your lady? Well... well, I'll just go there." Han Li's expression changed, and he remembered the pair of bright eyes he saw in the car just now. After a moment of pondering, he finally nodded and said. He immediately jumped out of the carriage.
"Please sir, my young lady has booked a small tea shop over there, sir, just come with me." The soldier said in a deep voice, and waved to the edge of the forest, and immediately two other soldiers came to help Han Li led the carriage.
Han Li followed this person to one of the tea shops.
A moment later, Han Li appeared in front of two women and a man in the tea shop. The man was naturally the middle-aged man in brocade robes in his forties, with long beard and thin eyes, and he looked calm and majestic. The other two women are both young and immortal, but one is at the seventh level of the Qi refining period, and the other is at the fifth level of the Qi refining period.
"Brother Han, I haven't seen you for several years. I never expected to meet here. The kindness I gave to my little sister back then is unforgettable." The man sat still, and the other two women saw Han Li walking in. , all stood up to greet each other, and the woman with a lower cultivation level even bit her apricot lip and said, a hint of joy faintly appeared on her beautiful face.
"It turned out to be Miss Cao. This is really a coincidence. I left without saying goodbye back then, and I hope Fellow Daoist Cao will not be offended." Han Li replied with a smile after being startled.
This woman is actually Cao Mengrong, the daughter of the county lieutenant he met when he first came to Dajin a few years ago.
"Brother Han must have something important to do back then, how could Mengrong have the intention of blaming him. By the way, let me introduce, this is Senior Sister Wang. She took good care of me when I was in the sect, and she is like a sister to me. This is the uncle of Senior Sister Wang, who has always been stationed in the southern border of the Great Jin Dynasty. He is the famous General Zhunan, and this time he was ordered to return to court." Cao Mengrong began to introduce the middle-aged man and another man to Han Li at this time. A young woman whose name looks like a peach blossom.