There were piles of weeds in front of the monk's tomb, and the bones had long been buried deep underground.

In the deep mountains and valleys, another visitor came.

The person who came was all white in his beard, but he held a three-foot blue edge in his hand, and his face was full of heroic spirit!

Walking all the way, I chose a good plot for myself, and laughed and walked in with my sword.

Lying in the mound of soil, the old man recalled the memories in his eyes and murmured on his mouth.

At the age of four, he went up the mountain and was in chaos at the age of twenty-one. He followed his senior brother down the mountain to quell the rebellion, killing countless people along the way, and his hands were covered in blood.

I think now, my brothers have passed away or are coming.

The world is rolling around. I wonder how many people who stayed in the mountains have attained enlightenment and how many people have become immortals?

Now that people are about to die, I don’t know if they can see their master in the future, and whether there will be old friends to help them in front of the Three Lives Stone?

Becoming an immortal...

Should I regret it?

He held the sword in his hand and smiled on his face, and the old man rested in peace.

Should he regret it

There are always temples next to the deep mountains and valleys, but they never last long.

It may take decades, or hundreds of years.

However, there are one nameless tomb after another in the deep mountains.

Times change and years pass.

Until one day.

There was a man and a woman, two young people came out for a walk.

Tired.

Find a quiet place and the two of them have a rest.

Hungry.

Break off the tree branches and cook them on fire.

However, when the fire was buried, the woman suddenly kicked something and couldn't help but be shocked.

That's...a rotten whisk?

There is actually someone in this wilderness?

Surprised, the two of them worked together to dig out, but they dug out a corpse and a tombstone.
Chapter completed!