Although Baifu Mountain has become a ruin, it is also considered a ruin of immortals, so people often come to see it.

On the surface, it looks like ruins, but on the actual sight.

But I didn't see anything, I only saw a small house next to me, and there was a middle-aged man wearing a blue shirt in the cottage.

Some people who have been here a few times will know that in addition to the middle-aged man, there was also a teenage girl in the past few years.

But now it seems that the little girl has left, leaving only this middle-aged man behind.

The visitors didn't care about the middle-aged people, so they went to flip the ruins themselves, hoping to find some magic weapons.

Most of them were disciples of small sects who had received the news, and wanted to find some Bai Fushan's magic weapons and mental methods to improve their strength.

But the mountain formed by this ruins is too big, and the visitors who came to hunt for treasures have no real skills, so they can only use the tools to slowly dig it out.

This is equivalent to using manpower to dig a mountain, and you have to worry about robbing others.

The middle-aged man in the hut liked to watch the fun. He sat next to him with a pot of tea and a ragged bench, watching a group of people chiseling mountains.

Some people were curious and often asked him.

"Why did you have to stay here in Baifu Mountain for so long?"

"I am a disciple who just started the school. I didn't expect that when I entered the school, I would rot and have no place to go, so I will naturally stay here."

Chen Xia replied with a smile, as if he said it was not his business.

"Then you are really pitiful." The man sighed, changed his subject and suddenly asked, "Then why did you survive after staying in the mountain for so many years?"

He concluded that Chen Xia dug up magic weapons in the ruins to sell them.

Chen Xia sat on the shaking chair and smiled: "I planted the field myself and didn't need to buy anything. I can still survive if I save some effort."

The man narrowed his eyes and smiled, "You are so poor, you are not going down the mountain. You can find any work, which is better than death here."

"No." Chen Xia shook her head and laughed, "If I leave, the junior sister will really not be able to find her home when she comes back."

The man smiled even more vigorously, patted his thighs and kept laughing.

"You, you are still the pedantic thoughts from many years ago. Your junior sister is only in her teens and twenties. After going to the foot of the mountain, she has seen the prosperity of the world. Why do you still think about going back to this mountain where birds do not shit

Come?"

"But when I get old, I will think about falling leaves returning to my roots."

Chen Xia smiled like this and took a sip of tea, with the gray hair visible on her head.

This man said nothing more. He felt that Chen Xia was just a fool, and there was no reason for going to the people at the foot of the mountain, and there was also the reason for returning to the mountain.

Not to mention that this is not considered on the mountain, it is just a long time ago dead ruin.

There is nothing to talk about between the two, and they will probably not meet each other in the future.

Chen Xia pinched his fingers, calculated carefully, and nodded slightly.

This is the 20th year he has come to Xiaotiandi.

The twenty-five-year-old Xia Chan took root at the foot of the mountain and did not learn the method of practicing Taoism, because monks from other sects said that she had no wisdom and was not suitable for practicing.

Xia Chan, who was unwilling to believe, joined the Xiangma in the troubled times and relied on fighting for the family and robbing her family to maintain her life. She hoped that one day she would meet a monk who could see her talent.

This is her dream since she was a child. She wants to practice Taoism and be able to control her life and freedom.

For this, he would not hesitate to hurt others.

Xiangma survives by robbing families and robbing them. It is particularly popular during this war. Whether it is an official car or a refugee, they will rob.

Xia Chan was given a ruthless move and was valued, which was considered to have gained status in troubled times.

This is a very attractive thing, especially for people like Xia Chan who have been living in seclusion for more than 20 years.

She began to rob the town, even ignored the threat from the government, and completely opened up her name in the troubled times.

Someone once asked her, "Why is it rare for a woman to join Xiangma?"

Xia Chan smiled as if she was telling a story, carrying a knife that was about the same height as hers.

"When I was a child, I was in a sect. I had no relatives. I was worried and didn't learn the Tao."

"Later, the sect went bankrupt and I really wanted to learn it, but the only senior brother did not have Taoism, nor did I, and I have nothing to do for many years."

Speaking of this, Xia Chan showed a sarcastic smile.

"At that time, I was very timid and worried every day. Others often came to the ruins of the sect to search for treasures. I didn't even dare to stop them."

"It's my sect there. They just blatantly searched my sect so hard, and threw the bones that were fished out in front of me."

Xia Chan's sarcasm smile became even stronger, "I'm also a waste. I dare not resist and I have to laugh with you. It's so embarrassing."

"Does your senior brother have no Taoism?" the person who asked suddenly asked again.

Xia Chan was stunned and shook her head slightly, "Senior Brother is a new disciple. He probably hasn't learned the Tao yet. Besides, Senior Brother has given me all the treasures he dug out."

"The treasure you can give is not considered a treasure." The person who asked smiled again.

Xia Chan lowered her head, looked dazed, and whispered: "No, it should...No."

At this moment, the moonlight is getting darker and my mind is vague.

Twenty-fifth year.

The thirty-year-old Xia Chan returned to the mountain and brought thousands of people to kill all those who were searching for the ruins.

The flesh and blood were scattered on the ruins, like a bright red city wall.

Xia Chan held a knife in her hand and walked slowly towards a small house with bright blood.

There was a middle-aged man sitting there, with obvious traces of time on his face and some mottled white hair. He was sucking tea, looking at Xia Chan and whispering.

"Are you back?"

Xia Chan nodded gently, "Long time no see, senior brother."

"It's not long, it's only ten years." Chen Xia smiled, looked at Xia Chan, and sighed: "The changes are so big."

“People always change, don’t they?”

"Um."

Quiet for a while.

"Do you still remember what I dreamed of when I was a child?" Xia Chan suddenly asked.

Chen Xia put down the teacup and smiled and said, "I only remember when you went down the mountain, you said you wanted to practice Taoism."

"There is no Tao for me to practice." Xia Chan lowered the blood-stained sword and said to herself, "My talent is too low, and I have passed the best time to practice Taoism."

"But people always have to leave a memory, what if it's true?" Chen Xia replied.

"So can senior brother help me?" Xia Chan asked suddenly.

Chen Xia was stunned for a moment, looked at Xia Chan for several times before replying softly.

"This is not like you when you were a kid."

"I said that people will become." Xia Chan's tone was extremely confident.

"Yes." Chen Xia answered simply, unable to see the changes in his relationship.

On this day, Xia Chan picked up the knife, and stood in the sunset with thousands of people, saying to Chen Xia.

"I'm not coming back."
Chapter completed!