Although Baifu Mountain is in ruins, it can still be regarded as the ruins of the Immortal Family, so people often come to see it.

On the surface they look like ruins, but in reality they look like treasures.

However, he didn't see anything. He only saw a hut next to him, and in the hut there was a middle-aged man wearing a blue shirt.

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

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

The visitors ignored the middle-aged man and went to dig through the ruins themselves, hoping to find some more magic weapons.

Most of them are small sect disciples who have received the news and want to find some magic weapons and mental techniques from Baifu Mountain to improve their strength.

But the hilltop made up of ruins is really too big, and the treasure hunters who come here don’t have any real skills, so they can only dig slowly by themselves using tools.

This is equivalent to using manpower to carve out a mountain, and having to worry about other people robbing it.

The middle-aged man in the hut liked to watch the fun. He was sitting next to him with a pot of tea and a shabby bench, watching a group of people carving the mountain.

Some people who are curious will often ask him.

"Why have you guarded Baifu Mountain for so long?"

"I am a new disciple. I didn't expect that just after I entered the door, I would be rotten. I had no place to go, so I naturally stayed here."

Chen Xia answered with a smile, as if it was none of his business.

"Then you are really pitiful." The man sighed, then changed the topic and suddenly asked: "Then how did you survive after staying in the mountains for so many years?"

He concluded that Chen Xia dug up the magic weapon among the ruins and sold it.

Chen Xia sat on a rickety chair and said with a smile: "I farm my own land and don't need to buy anything. If I use less, I can still live."

The man narrowed his eyes and said with a smile, "You are so poor, why not go down the mountain and find any kind of job, which is better than dying here."

"No." Chen Xia shook his head and laughed, "If I leave, then Junior Sister will really not be able to find her home when she comes back."

The man laughed even more vigorously, slapping his thighs and laughing.

"You, you, still have the pedantic thoughts from many years ago. Your junior sister is only in her teens or 20s. If you go to the foot of the mountain, you will see all the prosperity of the world. Why would you want to go back to this barren mountain?

Come?"

"But when I get older, I will think about the fallen leaves returning to their roots."

Chen Xia smiled like this and took a sip of tea. There were visible white hairs on her head.

The man said nothing more. He felt that Chen Xia was talking nonsense. How could anyone who had gone down the mountain have any reason to return to the mountain?

Not to mention that this isn't even a mountain, it's just a ruin that has long since died.

There is nothing more to talk about between the two of them. They will go their separate ways and will probably never meet again in the future.

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

This is his twentieth year in Little World.

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.

Unwilling to believe it, Xia Chan joined the thieves in troubled times, earning a living by robbing homes and houses, hoping that one day she would meet a monk who could see her talent.

This has been her dream since childhood. She wants to practice Taoism and be able to control her own life and freedom.

He doesn't hesitate to hurt other people for this.

The thieves rely on robbing homes to survive, and they are especially popular during times of war. They will rob no matter whether it is official cars or refugees.

And because Xia Chan was ruthless, she was reused, and she gained status in troubled times.

This is a very tempting thing, especially for someone like Xia Chan, who has lived an ignoble existence for more than twenty years.

She began to plunder towns, even ignoring the threats from the government, and completely made her name in the troubled times.

Someone once asked her, "Why would a female prostitute join the thieves? This is really rare."

Xia Chan held a knife that was almost as tall as her and smiled as if telling a story.

"When I was a child, I was in a sect and I didn't have any relatives. I was always worried and scared, and I didn't learn Taoism."

"Then the sect closed down, and I really wanted to learn it, but my only senior brother didn't have Taoism, and neither did I. I was doing nothing for many years."

Having said this, Xia Chan showed a sarcastic smile.

"I was very timid at that time and was frightened every day. People often came to the ruins of the sect to hunt for treasures. I didn't even dare to stop them."

"That's my sect, and they are so blatantly searching my sect frantically, and even throwing the bones they fished out in front of me."

The sarcastic smile on Xia Chan's face became even stronger, "I am also a waste, I don't dare to resist, and I still laugh along with it. It's really embarrassing."

"Doesn't your senior brother have any Taoist teachings?" 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 Taoism yet. Besides, senior brother has already given me all the treasures he dug out."

"A treasure that can be given is not considered a treasure." The person who asked laughed again.

Xia Chan lowered her head, looking dazed, and muttered in a low voice: "No, it should be... no."

At this moment, the moonlight is getting thicker, and my mind is blurred and uncertain.

Twenty-fifth year.

Thirty-year-old Xia Chan returned to the mountain and brought thousands of people with her, killing all those searching for the ruins.

Flesh and blood was sprinkled on the ruins, like a bright red city wall.

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

Sitting there was a middle-aged man with obvious signs of age on his face and some mottled white hair. He was sipping tea, looking at Xia Chan, and said softly.

"came back?"

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

"It didn't take long, just ten years." Chen Xia smiled, looked at Xia Chan, and sighed: "What a big change."

"People always change, don't they?"

"Um."

It was 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 tea cup and said with a smile: "I just remember that when you came down the mountain, you said you were going to practice Taoism."

"There is no Tao for me to cultivate." Xia Chan put down the bloody sword and laughed at herself, "My talent is too low, and the best time to cultivate Tao has passed."

"But you always have to think about it, what if it happens?" Chen Xia replied.

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

Chen Xia was stunned for a moment, looked at Xia Chan several times, and then replied softly.

"This is nothing like you when you were a child."

"I said, people will change." Xia Chan's tone was extremely determined.

"Yeah." Chen Xia answered simply, showing no change in emotion.

On this day, Xia Chan picked up the knife, took thousands of people with her, stood under the sunset, and said to Chen Xia.

"I won't come back."
Chapter completed!