I, Jiajing, Emperor Longevity

Chapter 92 That bottle of water is too deep, you can't hold it
Qixuanmen, God's Hand Valley.

The past year or so was the happiest time in Han Li's life.

Practice, take care of the medicine field, be happy and free.

Unlike Zhang Tie, who practiced martial arts with his master and was exhausted every day, he only needed to meditate at a specific time.

The rest of the time, after finishing the work in the medicine field, was at his disposal.

Whether it is reading, practicing martial arts, or having fun.

Under Master Mo's school, brothers and friends are respectful, teachers are kind and sons are filial... Life is boundless joy!

He even found a good friend at Qixuanmen.

On this day, Han Li was walking in the back mountain. At this time, it was the end of autumn, and the branches of all the trees were bare. There was a thick layer of fallen leaves and dead branches on the path. Walking on it was limp and uncomfortable.

At this time, from a mountain peak not far away, there were a few faint sounds of weapons clashing, mixed with a few loud cheers from time to time.

This is the teaching brothers of Baijian Hall, who are training the new juniors in weapon fighting.

Hearing these voices, Han Li looked at the mountain again, and he was not envious either.

Because those disciples of Qixuanmen are envious of him!
"Master's martial arts are precious!"

Han Li said in a low voice, then kicked the dead leaves in front of him.

Suddenly, Han Li took a deep breath, his expression became weird, and then he almost grinned behind his ears, squatted down like a nerve reflex, and firmly pressed his right foot with both hands. Thumb, and then half lying on the grass in pain.

This sudden sharp pain knocked Han Li down in an instant. His face turned pale, and a piercing pain came from his toe from time to time.

It was something the size of a fist.

Han Li looked it over carefully. The culprit who caused his honorable injury was a round bottle-shaped object with a slender neck. The surface of the bottle was covered with mud, and it turned completely earthy gray, with no trace of its original color.

Originally, Han Li thought it was a small porcelain bottle, but when he got it in his hand, he found that the weight was wrong, it was heavy and very heavy.

At night, Han Li and Zhang Tie came to the Temple of the Longevity Emperor.

"Master, I picked up a bottle in the back mountain, but I couldn't open it. Zhang Tie tried it, but he couldn't open it. I'm here to ask Master for advice."

After speaking, he put the vial hidden in his arms on the table.

Mo Juren glanced at it, narrowed his eyes slightly, and his heart beat violently.

He clearly remembered that when he officially accepted this so-called son of luck that day, the emperor had said that he would get a small green bottle, which was a rare treasure in the world.

The small bottle in front of me is very beautiful, with some exquisite dark green leaf-shaped patterns on the surface of the bottle, and a small bottle cap on the top tightly seals the bottle mouth.

Isn't it the "treasure of heaven and earth" that the emperor said!
The members of the Dijun Xian family, with great supernatural powers, all say that this bottle is a treasure...then...

For a moment, a burst of greed surged in Mo Juren's heart.

mine!this is mine!
[The water in this bottle is too deep, you can't hold it! 】

As the emperor's will invaded his mind, Mo Juren's heart trembled suddenly, and his body froze instantly. He stood up quickly, took out three sticks of incense from the altar, bowed three times and put them in the incense burner.

Kneeling down, he said silently in his heart: "I have committed greed, and I will take it as a warning in the future, and I will never dare to do it again..."

After praying, Mo Juren knelt on the futon and said, "Put it down! Come and get it tomorrow."

"Yes, Master!"

"That's right." Mo Juren seemed to have thought of something, and said, "Han Li, you stay here, and I will teach you the second level of Changchun Kung Fu in the evening. Zhang Tie, I will test your martial arts tomorrow. ,go to bed early."

"Yes!"

Han Li came from a poor family. When he felt that the bottle was a treasure, he decided to hide it.But Zhang Tie, who was in the same dormitory, happened to come back and tried to open it but failed, so he asked Master to try.

Han Li, who had never experienced severe beatings in society, finally accepted Zhang Tie's suggestion.

Because, the master is really kind, children who would have thought that he is actually an old silver coin, and behind the old silver coin there is an even older old silver coin.

Even, the old silver coin is planning to plan the entire "mortal" world.

So there was this scene in front of me.

At night, the temple of the Wanshou Emperor is lit up like beans, and the tall and majestic statue of the emperor is hidden in the darkness, peeping at all living beings mercilessly.

Mo Juren sat cross-legged, while Han Li sat upright.

Jiajing lowered his eyes, witnessing history.

"Teacher, do you know that this bottle is a treasure."

"Ah?!" Han Li scratched his head, half loyal and half reluctant, and said, "Master's kindness to me is as great as a mountain. If it is a treasure, please accept it. I am afraid I will lose it."

"Ugh!"

Mo Juren sighed deeply, stretched out his hand and touched Han Li's head, his acting skills were not something that a young man like Han Li could understand:

"You are a good boy, but this opportunity does not belong to being a teacher. Remember, apart from being a teacher, you must not let others discover the abnormality of this bottle. Zhang Tie also needs to hide it, you must keep it in mind."

"Tu'er...Tu'er remembers."

"Let's see!"

Following Master Mo's fingers, Han Li's mouth opened wide.

Streaks of white light visible to the naked eye fell from the sky through the skylight of the Emperor Temple, and all of them gathered on the bottle under the moonlight, forming white spots the size of rice grains, so that the whole bottle was surrounded by a thin layer of white light live.

This white light is very soft, not dazzling at all, and that cold feeling comes from this faint white light.

"Master, what is this?"

Mo Juren didn't know what it was, he only showed an expression of knowing everything in his chest, holding his short beard, with a slight smile on the corner of his mouth:

"Watch carefully."

Surrounded by white light, the bottle looks extraordinarily beautiful and attractive, and also has a bit of mystery.

Without blinking, Han Li stared intently at the bottle in the white light for more than a quarter of an hour, and finally let him discover some of the mysteries in it.

This bottle is constantly absorbing the white light spots wandering around... No, it's not absorption, these light spots are desperately squeezing into the bottle, one by one scrambling to be the first, as if they are alive.

Han Li was a little curious, and lightly touched one of them with the tip of his finger.

Cool!
Other than that, there is nothing special about it.

Han Li looked up at his master, only to see Master Mo went to visit the emperor again.

He could only continue to observe the little green bottle, streaks of white light were still falling from the skylight, without any sign of stopping.

"The bottle is absorbing the moonlight. This kind of vision is too eye-catching outside. The best way is to put it in the Wanshou Emperor Temple to absorb the moonlight, so as to ensure safety."

"Let it be absorbed slowly! Come here, I will explain the "Changchun Gong" to you, and talk about cultivation issues."

This time, Mo Juren spoke one-on-one, speaking very seriously.

(End of this chapter)