White Hair

　　During the Spring Festival, everything was red, symbolizing a prosperous and lively atmosphere.

　　But blood was also red.

　　Yun Miao stood outside the main hall with a sword in his hand. High-pitched cries of a woman came from inside.

　　He slashed open the door with his sword. Looking at the fighting scene inside, he said with a complicated expression, "Master's wife."

　　The woman wrapped her clothes around her and smiled at Yun Miao. "On the New Year's Day, is this how you come to pay me a New Year's visit? You're really a good disciple."

　　"The sect is in too much chaos and filth. Taking advantage of the Spring Festival, it's just the right time to clean it up."

　　Yun Miao replied in a heavy tone. The sword in his hand trembled and let out a ringing sound.

　　"How dare you speak so arrogantly!" The woman shouted angrily. She straightened her body, and fine hairs burst out from her body, confronting Yun Miao head-on.

　　Yun Miao had a complicated look on his face. He didn't expect that his master's wife had cultivated such an evil technique and had become this inhuman and ghostly appearance.

　　"It's too dirty." He said again, his tone becoming even heavier. He raised the sword in his hand high, facing the sunlight.

　　Under the clear and pure sword light, the whole sword glowed brightly.

　　The woman let out a roar. The power of her peak Golden Core Realm was not concealed at all. It burst out ferociously and rushed towards Yun Miao to attack him.

　　With this one sword strike.

　　Half of the main hall disappeared.

　　The woman fell to the side, her expression full of horror. She shouted, "Are you crazy? You're using your lifespan to strike at me?!"

　　"It should have been done long ago." Yun Miao's face was pale. Forcibly holding the flying sword, he looked as if he had been emptied out. He was about to strike out with another sword!

　　Even though the woman showed signs of turning into a demon, she couldn't block Yun Miao's sword that was sacrificed with his own lifespan.

　　She looked horrified and tried to dodge.

　　But this sword seemed to have locked onto her. No matter how she dodged, she was always covered by the sword intent.

　　The woman was desperate. Facing the statue of the Great Celestial Venerable, she shouted in despair.

　　"Great Celestial Venerable, save me!"

　　Black and white colors spread across the sky and the earth, and the flow of time became extremely slow.

　　Chen Xia appeared between the two of them. Looking at everything that had stopped, he shook his head and adjusted the woman's body position so that she would look better when she died later.

　　As for Yun Miao, after this sword strike, he was probably going to die too. He had exhausted all his lifespan with this strike.

　　However, he seemed to have grasped a trace of the Dao. It was estimated that after entering the cycle of reincarnation, his achievements in his next life would not be low.

　　Chen Xia's figure disappeared from where he was, and the black and white colors gradually faded away.

　　This sword slashed down completely.

　　Today.

　　Half of White Floating Mountain was cut off.

　　The master's wife in charge was killed by the eldest disciple. The news shocked everyone around.

　　The rest of the disciples looted the sect's food, money, and cultivation manuals and fled down the mountain.

　　Even the two last disciples fled and probably wouldn't come back.

　　Perhaps there was no longer a White Floating Mountain in the world, only the ruins of White Floating Mountain left.

　　And there were still two people on the mountain who didn't leave.

　　The confused little girl and the newly joined Chen Xia.

　　The two of them stood in front of the ruins of the mountain gate, looking at each other with wide eyes.

　　"Senior brother, why don't you leave?" Xia Chan asked curiously.

　　"I have nowhere to go, so I stayed." Chen Xia replied honestly.

　　"Haha, me too." Xia Chan replied with a smile, but there was visible sadness on her childish face.

　　At the age of five, the little girl had already lost her family.

　　She wiped the remaining teardrops on her face with her sleeve, wobbled into the mountain that had become ruins, and rummaged through the rubble, trying to find the body of her eldest senior brother.

　　Chen Xia didn't go to help. He just sat on the side. He thought that there were some things that the little girl had to do by herself.

　　Like now.

　　Since the mountain gate was gone, there was naturally no food left.

　　At night, the little girl was hungry and her stomach growled, but she didn't say she was hungry and continued to slowly turn over the rubble. Her delicate little hands were already scratched and bleeding.

　　"Aren't you going to eat, junior sister?" Chen Xia asked.

　　"It's okay, it's okay, senior brother. I'm not hungry. You can eat by yourself." Xia Chan quickly replied, afraid that Chen Xia would think of her as a burden.

　　But her stomach kept growling. She was so hungry that it felt like her stomach and intestines were twisted together, making a longing roar.

　　Chen Xia still sat there without moving.

　　When the sun rose and the sunlight shone down.

　　Xia Chan, who had been turning over stones for a whole day, was so tired that she sat on the ruins. There were dried sweat stains on her back. But facing the sun, she knelt on the ruins and shouted respectfully.

　　"Pay respects to the Great Celestial Venerable."

　　In the past, she would pay respects to the Great Celestial Venerable at this time every day.

　　Chen Xia got up and took out two white steamed buns from somewhere and handed one to little Chan'er.

　　Little Chan'er quickly got up, wiped her dirty and bloody hands, first said, "Thank you, senior brother."

　　Then she took the steamed bun and asked curiously, "Where did it come from, senior brother?"

　　"It was given by the Great Celestial Venerable." Chen Xia told the truth.

　　Little Chan'er smiled and replied crisply, "The Great Celestial Venerable is so kind."

　　The five-year-old little girl thought that her worship had really worked.

　　She quickly ate the steamed bun and didn't stop. She went to turn over the stones again.

　　Probably in the afternoon of the third day.

　　Little Chan'er dug out the body of the eldest senior brother. It was bloody and模糊不清, and his clothes were all stained with blood. It was almost impossible to tell who it was.

　　Little Chan'er didn't say a word. Silently, she tidied up Yun Miao's body and then picked up a sharp small stone and went to dig the soil.

　　"Are you going to bury the eldest senior brother?" Chen Xia asked as he sat on the side.

　　"Yes." The little girl nodded heavily. "The eldest senior brother always said that it's better to be buried in the ground. He said he was sorry to Master, so I want to do right by the eldest senior brother."

　　Chen Xia nodded. He still didn't help. He just brought some food for Xia Chan every day.

　　When the little girl had buried Yun Miao's body well, the festive atmosphere of the Spring Festival had completely disappeared.

　　She sat blankly on the ruins and only then began to look at the whole White Floating Mountain, not knowing what to do.

　　"What should we do next?" Chen Xia asked with a smile.

　　Xia Chan stood up with her thin and short body, facing the sunlight, looking at the broken White Floating Mountain, and said with an unusually firm tone.

　　"Practice cultivation!"

　　The two of them settled down on White Floating Mountain. Although it was a ruin, with a little tidying up, it could still be lived in.

　　Chen Xia taught the little girl to plant crops. He had learned it before in Wei Xi Town, and now they could be self-sufficient.

　　The young little Chan'er wanted to learn everything and was especially interested in cultivation. However, since Chen Xia didn't teach her, she had no way to start cultivating.

　　Xia Chan pinched another clay figurine. It was hard to tell what it looked like. She just bowed to the clay figurine every day, saying that she was paying respects to the Great Celestial Venerable.

　　Chen Xia didn't know what to say when he saw this.

　　When she was fourteen years old, Xia Chan asked Chen Xia a question.

　　"Senior brother, I heard that if you catch a cicada, you catch the whole summer."

　　"But what you have is a cockroach." Chen Xia replied.

　　Since then, Xia Chan never asked this question again.

　　When she was twenty years old, Xia Chan said that she wanted to go down the mountain to seek the Dao.

　　Chen Xia didn't say anything. He gave Xia Chan all the treasures he had salvaged from the ruins over the years and let her exchange them by herself.

　　Xia Chan took the things and didn't look back as she went down the mountain.

　　Since then, only Chen Xia was left on the mountain.

　　He picked up the clay figurine that had been under the bed for many years, wiped it carefully, and placed it on the table.

　　There was a simple bronze mirror on the table, reflecting Chen Xia in it.

　　Unconsciously, he already had white hair.