Chapter 10: The Mysterious Bottle

　　Han Li slowly walked out of the God’s Hand Valley, following the path in the mountains, habitually, toward the Red Water Peak that was vaguely viewable.

　　He didn’t have anything important to do right now, and the reason why he ran to Zhang Tie’s place on time every day for the past few days was that he just wanted to see Zhang Tie’s strange face when he practiced under the waterfall with his teeth bared.

　　This “Elephant Armor Gong” is not something that ordinary people can endure, only the first layer has to endure such a great torture, and when it comes to the latter layers, it will not make people practice to take off at least a few layers of skin.

　　”I guess Zhang Tie, now I am afraid that I already have some regrets, right? The overbearing nature of this ‘Elephant Armor Technique’ is far beyond the imagination of these little brats of theirs.” Han Li thought to himself as he walked along, still absently and casually kicking the fallen leaves and branches on the ground with his feet.

　　”When some more days pass, the two of them will together beg Dr. Mo for leniency, so that Zhang Tie can switch to practicing other kung fu and save himself from this living sin.” Han Li thought in this way, feeling somewhat energized by the fact that he had been able to find a way out of his friend’s current suffering.

　　Han Li looked up at the trees on both sides of the path, at this time of the year, the time of day had already reached the end of fall, the branches of all the trees were bare, and the path was piled up with a thick layer of fallen leaves and withered branches, it was so soft and uncomfortable to walk on it.

　　At this time, from a mountain peak not far away, vaguely came a few sounds of weapons clashing, from time to time also tragically mixed with a few loud cheers.

　　Hearing these sounds, Han Li looked at the peak again, and his mood, which had just somewhat improved, turned bad again.

　　This was the Hundred Forge Hall’s instructor brothers, training the newly initiated senior brothers in weapon fighting.

　　Whenever Han Li saw other fellow disciples gathering together for real sword and gun training, his heart felt a little bad, and he also wanted to pick up real swords and guns and have a hard time with them. Unfortunately, I don’t know why, since formally joining Dr. Mo’s disciples, Dr. Mo strictly forbade him from touching these things, and forbade him to go to other instructors to learn other martial arts, saying that it would hinder his progress in practicing his mantra.

　　Therefore, Han Li can only be dry eye greedy, occasionally in private, only from a few good friends of the same door where to borrow over a few blades, dance on a few back and forth, over the handle addiction.

　　Really, what’s so good about this set of tips that he practiced? Until now, I didn’t see any use for it. The other disciples who joined together were all getting better and better, their martial arts skills improving by leaps and bounds, but he himself was not moving forward, and could not see any changes at all.

　　Even Zhang Tie, who has only been practicing “Elephant Armor” for two months, has become thicker and more capable of taking a beating, and his strength is much greater than before.

　　However, if he hadn’t been enrolled by Dr. Mo, he probably wouldn’t have been able to pass the named disciple test two months ago, not to mention staying in the mountains and sending home so much money.

　　If you can’t learn something else, then don’t learn it!

　　Han Li grumbled in his stomach while reassuring himself.

　　Han Li withdrew his gaze from the distance, still muttering in his heart, while his spirit became even more scattered, looking at both sides of the path with a listless gaze, not even knowing what he was looking at.

　　Suddenly, Han Li sucked in a mouthful of cool air, his expression becoming odd, followed by almost grinning his mouth to the back of his ear. He reflexively squatted his body down, and used both hands to press his right thumb with death, and then lay half on the grass in pain, this sudden and severe pain knocked Han Li down at once, his face turned a little white, and a heart-breaking pain came over from his right thumb from time to time.

　　It seemed as if he had accidentally kicked a very hard stone in the pile of leaves.

　　Han Li bowed up, holding his neck with both hands, and subconsciously blowing vigorously through his mouth towards his injured toes through the cloth shoes he was wearing on his feet; on the other hand, he was secretly worried in his heart whether he would be seriously injured, and whether his thumbs would be bruised and swollen all of a sudden, which would affect his daily walking.

　　It was only after a long half day that Han Li was able to ease through the pain. He lifted his neck up and swept his gaze around towards the piles of leaves near his feet, wanting to find the culprit that caused him to suffer from this great offense.

　　The leaves scattered on the ground around him were all of the same monotonous color – withered yellow – and he was simply unable to identify the target he was looking for from those messy piles of leaves.

　　Han Li frowned and used his hands to haphazardly scratch and feel around on the ground for a few moments, grabbing a relatively thick and long branch to lean on, standing on his tiptoe heels, and carefully standing up. Then as if unwillingly, with the branch in his hand, he vigorously raked a few times into the thick pile of leaves around him.

　　Huh! A fist-sized object was picked out by the branch.

　　Han Li carefully surveyed it, this culprit that caused his own glorious injury was a round bottle-like item with a slender neck, the surface of the bottle was covered in dirt, completely turning into an earthy grey color, unable to see a bit of its original color.

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

　　It was made of metal, right? No wonder this thing wasn’t very big, but bumping one’s foot would be so painful, but bottles made of metal are rarely seen.

　　Han Li was now interested in this small bottle, forgetting the pain in his foot for a moment.

　　With his hand rubbed the bottle neck part of the soil, the original color of the bottle revealed, green and very good-looking, the bottle surface also has some exquisite, dark green leaf-like pattern, the top has a small bottle cap tightly sealed the bottle mouth.

　　It won’t contain anything, right? Putting the bottle to my ear, I gently shook the bottle, but I couldn’t feel anything shaking inside.

　　Putting his hand on the cap of the bottle, he twisted it with all his might, and it didn’t budge.

　　Han Li’s curiosity grew even greater, and he was about to make his next move when a sharp pain suddenly came from his foot.

　　Bad! How could one forget that one’s feet were still carrying the ill effects of close contact with this object?

　　With this injury, it looks like he won’t be able to go to Zhang Tie’s place, so it’s better to go back to his place first, get some medicine for his injury, and then ponder over this accidentally obtained small bottle.

　　Thinking of this, Han Li in order to prevent being seen by others, also do not mind this thing dirty, put the bottle into the pocket, turned his head and limped back.