The top of Xuanwu Mountain, an ancient temple.

In the room in disrepair, the girl, who had already committed suicide by taking medicine and had stopped breathing a few minutes earlier, had her chest heaving again.

When Qian Xia opened her eyes again, she had a feeling that she didn't know what it was, she looked at the cobwebs on the top board for a moment, and then sat up suddenly.

What about the general election?

Yin Yin remembered that she was tricked into that complicated formation by the senior brother who was going to compete with her for the position of head.

It stands to reason that she should have no bones left, but how could it be......

Soon Qian Xia knew what was going on, because a large number of unfamiliar memories flooded her mind.

Ten minutes later—

Qian Xia roughly sorted it out.

Just yesterday, the only old monk in the temple passed away.

And the little nun, who grew up with the old monk since she was a child, couldn't accept the fact that she suddenly had no adoptive father, so she worked tirelessly to go down the mountain and spent a lot of money for her to buy sleeping pills.

The little nun took medicine and committed suicide.

Then Qian Xia came.

Qian Xia was in a mixed mood.

As an alternative cultivator, even though Qian Xia had seen and experienced many things that ordinary people couldn't understand before, she still felt very surprised by such an adventure now.

She is still in Huaxia, but she doesn't know if this Huaxia is the same as her previous Huaxia.

If it was the same Huaxia, she might still have a chance to get justice for herself!

Yes, here is perhaps, Qian Xia himself is not sure. Because now this year is five years from what Qian Xia knows.

That is, as soon as her eyes were closed and opened, five years had passed.

Qian Xia planned to go down the mountain.

The little nun who led the practice was a student, and she was a prospective senior high school student.

Qian Xia felt that he was not in a hurry to seek justice, after all, five years have passed, is it still a while? And if her master is still there, her senior brother will definitely be in charge now, she is thin-fledged, and she will only give away people's heads if she goes.

Moreover, the little nun actually wanted to go to college, but between the two choices of going to college and accompanying the old monk, she chose the latter.

Qian Xia sighed faintly, "It's difficult." ”

I got up and packed up my things and prepared to go down the mountain to school, if Qian Xia remembered correctly, school would start in a few days.

Before her death, the old monk left the little nun 2,000 yuan in cash, as well as a key to a bank safe and bank notes.

Qian Xia looked later and found that it should be the old monk who had deposited something in the bank.

However, she didn't plan to pick it up now, because just looking at the bill, the old monk's things in the bank were not money.

The whole net worth is only 2,000 yuan, which is really poor.

Half an hour later—

Qian Xia, who was carrying a small backpack, walked out of the tattered room.

The temple is so old that the exterior walls are almost unrecognizable in their original color, and some of the houses are so crumbling that they seem to be toppled down with a single finger.

"Squeak——! ~" is the sound of the door being pushed open.

Qian Xia stopped and looked ahead with some confusion.

Did she hear it wrong?

In the absence of wind, how could she hear the sound of the door opening, could it be that someone had entered the temple?

In the next moment, a figure as strong as a leopard crashed into Qian Xia's field of vision.

It was a handsome man, with a face as sharp as an axe, and the edges and corners were handsome.

Caught off guard, the four eyes are facing each other.