After a day and a night, Han Li came out of the stone room, left the mountainside, and went straight to the middle of the Great Jin Dynasty. Jinjing, the largest city in the mortal world, is located there.
Because it was still early, in order to prevent others from thinking about it, Han Li just used the normal evasion speed of the alchemy stage, and walked eastward without any haste.
Not long after, Han Li successfully left Longzhou and entered the neighboring county. Only then did he take out the imperial windmill, turned into a ball of white light at full speed, and left through the air.
With Han Li's indistinct Nascent Soul-level cultivator aura, some low-ranking cultivators he occasionally met along the way respectfully avoided them. Yuanying-level monks are also existences that ordinary monks have to look up to in Dajin. Naturally dare not have the slightest disrespect.
More than a month later, when he entered Jinjiang County near Jinjing, Han Licai put away the imperial 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 attract 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 were half closed, and he looked like he was not asleep. In fact, secretly, he was refining a Xue Po 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 panacea. Han Li obviously felt that the cold air of the dry blue ice flame and the six-winged frost pedestal that he had previously refined 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 is that these pills are not easy to refine, and the interval between taking the pills is almost three or four months. This made Han Li somewhat 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 of the top-level supernatural powers of the righteous and demons, and has almost been truly restrained by other exercises.
As for the reason why Han Li appeared here driving such a carriage, 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 escapism skills.
After all, those who are responsible for patrolling around Jinjing are all casual cultivators hired by the government, and their cultivation bases are generally not too high. As long as you don't get noticed, or don't fly at low altitude blatantly when you enter Beijing.
And Han Li also didn't take it seriously.
But because there is enough time, and I want to refine this Xuepo pill first on the way. Therefore, hundreds of miles away, he fell into the light. He randomly bought an old horse in a small town, and set off on the road leisurely.
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, and once he absorbed his mana, he was like a mortal. These low-level immortal cultivators naturally 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 traces of the medicinal power in his dantian, and the cooling feeling that was slowly dissipating to the meridians in his body. Suddenly there was the sound of horseshoes in a violent storm.
Han Li's expression did not change, but his eyes opened. He pulled the rein casually, and the old horse obediently moved to the side, allowing the car to move to the side of the official road.
Only then did Han Li look back lazily.
I saw a yellow dragon rolling towards the official road at the back, and the banners were flying inside, as if thousands of troops were rushing here.
A look of surprise appeared on Han Li's face.
Huanglong approached Han Li 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.
All these knights are 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. On a banner behind his back is written a big fight?What a coincidence. I left without saying goodbye back then, and I hope Fellow Daoist Cao will not be offended. After being startled, Han replied with a smile.
This woman is actually Cao Mengrong, the daughter of the county lieutenant he met when he first arrived in 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, who took good care of me and loved me when I was in the sect. This 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. This time he was ordered to go to court." Cao Mengrong began to introduce the middle-aged man and another face-to-face to Han Li at this time. A young woman who looks like a peach blossom.
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