People often say that there is a difference between immortals and mortals.

Therefore, when the predecessor of the Immortal Alliance, the Bureau of Investigation, had not yet been established, all the remaining immortal cultivators lived outside the sight of mortals.

There is no much spiritual energy in this world, and the few spiritual energy are on the mountain, so except for immortals, there are no mortals allowed on the mountain.

Naturally, the foot of Xianlai Mountain cannot tolerate mortals.

The Xianlai Mountain, which is 800 miles away, can accommodate two mortals in only eight meters of free space.

The wind and snow in the sky were falling in the air, mixed with cold rain and air conditioning, gradually spreading on Xianlai Mountain.

After a breath, I felt the air was so heavy that it was scary.

"You must hide it. Su Xianren doesn't like the appearance of mortals here." The little Taoist priest patted Fengxue on his body and left the two in the cave.

The little Taoist priest sighed unconsciously.

At this moment, there are constant wars among the mortal world, and some refugees who fled will run into the Xianlai Mountain by chance.

But this Xianlai Mountain may not be a good place to go.

"It's just this time I'm a kid..."

The little Taoist priest stopped for a moment, and then he couldn't bear to go forward.

The two children in the cave looked at each other.

The tall one spoke first, "It's time for us to leave!"

"Why?" I asked.

I looked at the boy in front of me, and his name was Jiang Chi. He was smarter than me and stronger than me, so I always admired him very much.

As for me?

I don’t have a name for the time being. Names are rare, so it’s great to be able to live.

Jiang Chi didn't explain, but just buckled the soil around him. The cave was full of clots and dark spots that were indescribable, which made me feel a little uncomfortable.

Dig a little deeper and you can still see the exposed white bones here.

"A lot of people have died here, and they must have been tricked by the little Taoist priest here." Jiang Chi said to me.

"So we have to leave quickly. Although we don't know where this is, it's not a good place to go depending on the situation."

Jiang Chi is really smart.

I looked at him and thought silently.

...

The two of us didn't run away.

Being smart is one thing, and being able to run away is another.

The wind and snow outside seemed to be against us. After running two steps, the snow became heavier and heavier, and we ran slower and slower until we were caught.

The wind and snow outside the window are life-threatening things, but the whip in the window also kills me.

I can't tell which of these two is better.

We were hung in the air and whipped by this immortal named Su. I was rather cowardly. When the whip came up, I cried bitterly.

But Jiang Chi is different from me. He is much stronger than me. He never shouted a word from beginning to end.

"Immortal, today's hot tea is ready."

The little Taoist priest who led me into the cave walked in and said respectfully to the immortal.

I hate him because he lied to me.

He led us into the cave full of corpses.

Because Su Xianren heard the hot tea, she temporarily stopped moving, threw the whip on the table, and then went outside to enjoy his hot tea.

"Thank you." After seeing the immortal leave, Jiang Chi said to the little Taoist priest dyingly.

The little Taoist waved his hand: "The immortals can hear what you said, and I didn't deliberately send tea to the immortals to stop."

"Just take a break and give you some hope, so that when the immortal comes in again, there will be a little more fun."

He is really hateful! I thought so.

Jiang Chi smiled indifferently.

Although the bloodstains on the body look a bit ferocious.

The little Taoist seemed to be unable to bear it, so he asked more: "What's your name? Don't get me wrong, I'm just curious."

In this way, after death, at least someone will remember it.

Jiang Chi seemed to see through his thoughts and said softly: "Jiang Chi, my name is Jiang Chi. Where are you?"

The little Taoist priest didn't seem to expect Jiang Chi to ask him back.

"My name is He Zaixia."

"It's in Xia! Born in Daxia, it's a good name." Jiang Chi was still optimistic about the name at this time.

I was immediately unhappy when I saw them having a good conversation.

"I don't think this name is good at all!"

"Jiang Chi is not Xia, and the stalemate cannot be reached. You two will not end well when you play together."

Jiang Chi just glanced at me, smiled and said nothing. The little Taoist priest seemed to be unable to hear me, and just talked to Jiang Chi excitedly.

It seems that this is the first time that the little Taoist priest talks like this to his peers, and he looks a little at a loss.

The sound of footsteps gradually came from outside the door.

That's Su Xianren's return.

...

"You are an immortal, right? Why don't you save Daxia? Daxia is in the midst of war now, and it is the time when you are in need of you, the capable and strangers!"

"Do you want to hide on this mountain for the rest of your life? What are you? You can't become an immortal, and you can't be considered a human."

"Did you spend your entire life just to escape from the world?"

Jiang Chi was beaten and questioned Su Xianren.

Every time he asked, Su Xianren would draw a more ruthless move! Jiang Chi's body was covered in scars in the blink of an eye.

But in my eyes, it was the two of them who were beating each other.

Like two children, you and I whip.

Whenever Su Xianren beat Jiang Chi's body, Jiang Chi would reply to him and beat Su Xianren's heart.

If this immortal Su was really interested, then he would have been covered with scars like Jiang Chi's body at this moment.

It seemed like he was tired of fighting, and it seemed like he wanted to calm his mind and recuperate his wounds. Su Xianren stopped the whipping action.

The two fell into a rest phase in the turn-based system.

...

"Why did you come to this Xianlai Mountain?" Jiang Chi hung upside down on the ceiling.

During the countless days and nights when we were hanging upside down, I was with Jiang Chi, but occasionally when Su Xianren was away, this little Taoist He Zaixia would take advantage of the situation.

This is the third party who interferes with us.

"I was born in Xianlai Mountain." He Zaixia fiddled with the wooden stick, which was the best-looking one chosen from the firewood.

Before Jiang Chi, He Zaixia relied on cutting wooden sticks to polish boring time.

After a while, the wooden stick was cut into the shape of a wooden sword by him.

"No, you were born in Daxia." Jiang Chi retorted.

He Zaixia's movement paused slightly, "I don't know, but what I have always seen since I can remember is Su Xianren."

"Maybe, he might even be my father..."

I looked at He Zaixia and suddenly I didn't hate him anymore.

This poor self-deception child.

Among the countless corpses buried in that cave, perhaps one is the real corpse of He Zaixia's parents.

It happened to satisfy the perverted desire to torture deep in the heart of the incompetent "Su Xianren" who cultivated immortals.

"Click."

Su Xianren opened the door to the house.

He Zaixia also panickedly tied the dog chain on the ground to his neck.

The owner usually does not allow him to stay in the room.
Chapter completed!