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From black to white, from night to morning.

There seemed to be flames burning in Han Yu's chest, and the soles of his feet seemed to have turned into noodles, limp and powerless. He could move around purely by instinct.

The old man in black robe in front did not stop, and the big crow was flying overhead, rising and falling.

Finally, after dawn, we finally arrived at a small town.

The old man in black robe took a look at Han Yu, who was sallow and thin and had no strength to walk, and asked him to sit down at a food place and eat a bowl of noodles.

This bowl of noodles was the most delicious thing Han Yu had eaten in half a year. He buried his head and ate it all.

When he raised his head again, there was a donkey in front of him.

The old man in black robe said nothing, settled the bill, and led him out of the town with the donkey he bought.

After leaving the town, Lao Dao rode a donkey, and Han Yu followed behind. Big crows fell from the sky from time to time.

Perhaps because he was bored, the old Taoist told the story of "Three Friends of Quanlin" in a hoarse voice.

Among the three friends of Quanlin, one is named Han, the other is named Li, and the third is Wan'er.The three met in their twenties and became companions. They practiced martial arts, competed in gyms, challenged famous martial arts figures, and enjoyed themselves in the world. By the time they were nearly forty, the "Three Friends of Quanlin" had become famous masters in Nanli Country.

The man surnamed Han said that he has a family heirloom that is related to immortality.

So the three friends of Quanlin began to want to embark on the path of cultivating immortals. This research created a gap between the three people who were originally brothers and sisters.A man surnamed Han kidnapped Wan'er with a family heirloom and lived in seclusion in a small mountain village, where they became a couple.

The old man in black robes and white hair, with a hunched body, did not tell the next story. Han Yu, who had a little food in his belly, became much more flexible.

Then, fifty years must have passed, and Han Yu's grandparents had not researched anything and were already dead; his father was very ordinary and died while hunting.

This old Taoist should be the person named Li from the beginning. It seems that he has learned the skills of cultivating immortals and came to Han Yu's house to take away the Han family's treasure.

"Grandpa Taoist Master, is your surname Li?" Han Yu asked curiously.

The old Taoist didn't even look back and said hoarsely: "My dear, just call me Taoist Master."

"Master Tao, can you cultivate immortality?"

"Yes? Easier said than done? It's just a little bit of bad practice." The old Taoist stretched out his hand to hold down the donkey's head, and the donkey remained obediently motionless.

Then he stretched out his hand towards Han Yu.

"Bring it to me, your treasure."

Han Yu handed him the small disc engraved with lush trees and was slightly startled.

Because when he handed over the small disc, he felt in his heart that this thing might be useful, and he wanted to see what happened, and then he felt the touch of the hot boulder in his right hand again.

Immediately afterwards, there was another small disk that was exactly the same in his arms.

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