In the past, Xia Fan had no shortage of fantasies about waking up to the power of the world and drunk on the knees of beautiful women.

But the cruel reality completely shattered his dream.

Especially people like him who are afraid of death.

What rises to the challenge, the more frustrated the more courageous, does not exist!

After all, he has passed the age of committing the second year of secondary school, and he will not be wronged and will talk against the sky, besides, people are already very tired, and let this and that break every day, have you considered God's feelings?

In his previous life, Xia Fan was essentially just an ordinary ordinary citizen.

He has no miserable life experience, no bumpy fate, and no bitter and bitter stories.

Like many inconspicuous people in the crowd, they live an ordinary life.

Even after inexplicably, his initial idea was just to make his life better than his previous life.

But this world doesn't give him a chance to be a strengthened ordinary person at all!

Born as a beggar, he is at the bottom of this society, even if he succeeds in making a fortune with his knowledge before crossing over, but the troubles he encounters follow one after another, because no one will take a little beggar in his eyes, a beggar is a beggar, and a beggar who gets rich is no different from a fat sheep.

In fact, during that time, Xia Fan was already exhausted when he was dealing with all kinds of door-to-door troubles, and a good entrepreneur was coerced into becoming a part-time worker, although he had the necessary golden finger for a traverser, but the golden finger was not omnipotent, you can't expect the golden finger to make him invincible overnight.

When he almost died in the aftermath of the confrontation between two strong men on the street.

He finally came to his senses.

If you want to pursue a better life? It's human nature, no problem!

But only if he has to live!

So, he fled.

fled all the way from Sizhou to the depths of Qingping Mountain in Yunzhou.

However, Xia Fan underestimated the difficulty of surviving in the wild, and he was not Master Bei, even if he had prepared in advance in all aspects, but in the first year, he didn't know how many times he was alive and near, if it weren't for the relationship between the golden fingers, he would have been singing cool in the underworld.

Xia Fan did not regret it.

Okay, why did he hide in the mountains and suffer crimes? Can't he find a county with peace and security and a clear state to practice in a low-key manner?

But he knows better that as a modern person who lives in a time of peace, what he lacks most is physical and mental sharpening.

In the final analysis, the golden finger can only strengthen a person's exterior, and the inner strength must ultimately rely on its own excavation.

In this way, the integration of internal and external affairs complements each other, and only then can we become a strong man in the true sense.

And the dangerous mountains can obviously make up for his inner shortcomings.

Moreover, there are too many temptations in the outside world, and Xia Fan thinks that he doesn't have strong self-control, maybe he will be complacent and can't help but wave up if he has some achievements in cultivation.

So he had to force himself to live in seclusion in the mountains.

Human beings are social animals that live in groups, and no one can endure the loneliness of isolation for a long time.

Xia Fan is no exception.

Whether it is Robinson, who has lived on a desert island for 28 years, or Chuck, the protagonist who has lived alone for four years in "The Rest of the Desert Island", in addition to showing tenacious willpower, they have also found spiritual sustenance.

For example, the parrot and Friday that accompanied Robinson, the volleyball that accompanied Chuck and the pocket watch given by his girlfriend.

The most important thing is that they always want to return to human society.

Unlike Robinson Chuck, Xia Fan took the initiative to endure this loneliness, but unfortunately he overestimated his willpower, and he couldn't bear it anymore after a year and a half of seclusion in the mountains.

He didn't go out of the mountains.

It's just that he expanded his range of activities in the mountains.

It's a coincidence.

He bumped into the rogue bandits who had gathered in the area of Qingping Mountain.

At first, Xia Fan didn't think about cleaning up these rogue bandits at all, after all, he was not a person with a strong sense of justice, not to mention that most of these rogue bandits were ordinary people who were cornered by the world, and it was the government's business to suppress or appease them, so why should Xia Fan meddle?

Who knew that some things that happened later made Xia Fan change his mind.

In a nutshell.

The criminal deeds of these rogue bandits really made Xia Fan unbearable.

So he struck.

Xia Fan was able to tolerate taking in the remaining rogue bandits, nothing more than that none of their hands had been stained with the blood of the same kind.

As the number of rogue bandits who were killed and taken in gradually increased, Xia Fan's lonely and restless heart calmed down.

But he has always deliberately kept a distance from these villagers who were born as bandits, and he has never been close.

Ten years of seclusion and penance.

He has long lost the original desire to pursue fame, fortune, glory and wealth.

In fact, as long as he wanted to, these things were at his fingertips now.

And habit is a powerful force.

Now he is accustomed to purity, to spiritual practice, to loneliness.

But after unintentionally saving the young man named Chen Ji, Xia Fan suddenly found out.

In fact, he still longs to communicate with people, and he still longs for the outside world.

It's just—

Is he really willing to change his current life, is he really willing to face the treacherous and sinister world outside the mountains?

Was he scared or running away?

No one gave Xia Fan an answer.

After nightfall, Xia Fan returned to his so-called cave mansion, which was actually an ordinary stone house carved out of the mountain.

The stone house is quite rudimentary, with a long table with various books, a rattan chair in front of the long table, and a resting place on the innermost wall, similar to the earthen kang in the northwest in the past life.

Lighting the oil lamp boiled out of animal fat in front of the table, Xia Fan sat on the rattan chair according to his previous habits, picked a book from the table and flipped through it.

Most of these books were bought at a high price before he entered the mountain, and the rest were windfalls from the bandits.

In the past ten years, he has almost turned over these books, and it is not too much to say that he has memorized them backwards, but every time he has spare time, he can't help but look at them a few times.

But today, he didn't even finish a page of the book, so he was no longer interested, but instead went to the futon on the clay kang and began to meditate.

Long.

Xia Fan opened his eyes, looked at the flickering candle flame not far away, and sighed lightly.

"It's not a good thing that my mind is disturbed, and my breath is showing signs of disorder. ”

At this moment, how much he wanted to have a computer that could be linked to the network in his previous life, even if it was a mobile phone, as long as he had them, Xia Fan felt that he could stay in the mountains until he was old, so why should he fall into confusion now.

It's a pity that there are no computers, no mobile phones, and no Internet in this world.