The system runs away at the beginning, I regard the way of heaven as my father

When Li Chuyi opened his eyes again, he suddenly found that he had become a mortal, or that he was possessed by a mortal.

There is no mana fluctuation in his body, not even a trace of spiritual energy can be sensed.

"Cui Xishan, do you know that all mortals are ants? I will spare your life today so that you can take care of yourself."

On the ground, Cui Xishan was trampled on the head and fell into a pool of blood. His body was riddled with holes and blood bubbles were still bubbling from his mouth.

In front of the pool of blood, several men with swords behind their backs looked as cold as ice and looked arrogantly, as if they were looking at a dead dog.

"Let's go, we regard mortals as pigs and dogs, why waste time with him."

After that, several people turned their swords into Changhong and left.

Li Chuyi watched all this silently. He didn't know what happened. He only knew that the young man named Cui Xishan was really miserable.

Faint thunder came from the clouds, silver snake-like lightning flashed across the sky, as if tearing through the boundless sky, and heavy rain poured down.

Rainwater flowed across the ground, and the bright red blood was washed away and mixed with the mud. The young man's choking, unwillingness, and roaring were inaudible amid the chaotic sound of the rain.

The rain is getting heavier and heavier, and the chill is coming in waves.

Suddenly, Cui Xishan propped himself up with his arms and laughed ferociously in the violent storm.

Coupled with the lightning flashing across the sky, it seems to be composing a prelude called 'madness'.

……

Half a year later, Cui Xishan's injuries were mostly healed. When he appeared in front of others again, he seemed to be a different person.

Dressed in white, he speaks like a gentleman and is as gentle as jade. He always has a smile on his face and treats everyone like a spring breeze.

The mortal country he was in was currently in the midst of a glorious era.

The ten kingdoms conquered each other, various families and factions competed for beauty, hundreds of schools of thought challenged each other, and argued with each other. The grand occasion was unprecedented.

So, Cui Xishan went to study, and he was visited by hundreds of schools of thought. However, these schools did not like to see a young man who was unwilling to become a disciple, and drove him away time and time again.

But Cui Xishan was not annoyed. He was always so humble and courteous. Gradually, people from all walks of life let go of their prejudices against him and allowed him to read all the books in his collection.

As he read more and more books, Cui Xishan became more and more knowledgeable.

The white clothes are better than the snow and the black ones are beautiful. I don’t know how many girls have been seduced and how many students have been dimmed.

And this time, twenty years later, Cui Xishan had grown a black beard and looked like a middle-aged scribe.

During this period, Li Chuyi had been reading books with him for twenty years, and his original eagerness to publish Daqian Pictures became quiet.

Slowly, on the way to study again and again, Cui Xishan saw the sinking of people in the world.

I saw that due to the disaster caused by some unruly cultivators and the constant wars among the ten countries, the people were in dire straits.

Cui Xishan decided to do something, so one day, he went to Sophora State, which was just a small subsidiary country at that time.

The little emperor excitedly swept the couch to welcome him, and he became the national advisor of this small country.

At this time, the chessboard has been set, and the world is waiting for the national master to make his move.

……

Combining vertical and horizontal forces, driving away wolves and devouring tigers, he is good at attacking soldiers at the top, and good at governing the people at the bottom.

In just ten years, with the national strength of a small country, the four barbarians were defeated and ten countries were unified.

The man in white is famous throughout the world.

This year, Cui Xishan turned fifty.

He left silently amid nationwide cheers.

After that, he came to a village and became a teacher, teaching a group of young children how to read and write, and telling them the truth in his heart.

In his spare time, he started reading again. Whether it was something he had read before or something he had never read before, he read it with gusto.

In the blink of an eye, another twenty years have passed.

Cui Xishan is seventy years old. His beard and hair are all white, but his eyes are not cloudy at all, but become clearer.

He left that thatched cottage, but the students he taught inherited the career he had left behind and worked hard for the country and the people.

Cui Xishan began to travel around the world, relying on a pair of feet to measure every inch of the land under his feet.

During this period, he witnessed countless joys and sorrows, life and death.

Sometimes he cried loudly, sometimes he laughed, sometimes he argued with his children in the busy city, and sometimes he looked at the stars in the sky in the wilderness.

Another ten years have passed in this industry. Cui Xishan is eighty years old. Eighty-year-old mortals know their destiny, but he is even more energetic.

And Li Chuyi watched all of this silently.

On this day, it should be autumn, the wind is light and the clouds are light. As far as you can see, the mountains are full of red leaves flying.

In a thatched hut, Cui Xishan set up a table early and put pen, ink, paper and inkstones on it.

In the autumn leaves, he started writing.

"I was born in a farming family. When I landed, there was nothing unusual in the sky. My parents were illiterate and had only a few humble houses."

"Fortunately, I was able to survive by digging in the fields. Mother loves my father and is carefree, but I am happy to be able to curl up in this world of mortals."

"I also have a fiancée. Although she is not a beautiful woman, she is my childhood sweetheart. For such a long time, I can be considered happy."

"But how can everything go as per one's wishes? There are people like us in the world called Immortal Cultivators."

At this time, Cui Xishan stopped writing, his eyes seemed sad and filled with overwhelming anger. This was the first time Li Chuyi had seen him like this after that rainy day.

When Cui Xishan was serving as the national advisor of the Sophora Kingdom, even if the opponent's troops came to the city, he would still play chess in white robes with a nonchalant look on his face.

Slowly, Cui Xishan regained his composure and began to write again.

"On that day, 471 people, old and young, in the village, including my father, mother and wife, were chopped into ashes with one sword, and their bodies and souls were completely dispersed."

"I'm lucky to be able to survive outside, but how can a person survive, not to mention that I don't want to do anything wrong."

"In the next three years, I visited all the mountains and rivers, and finally met a cultivator of immortality. Unfortunately, he said that to cultivate immortality, one must have spiritual roots, but I can only be a mortal for the rest of my life."

"With his help, I know who the villain was three years ago, an Immortal Sword Sect."

"Finally, after all the hardships, I found that Immortal Sect. Although I am a mortal, I just want to ask those Immortals, why?"

"Why? Do mortals deserve to die? Do they deserve to be crushed to death like ants?"

"Later, I learned the answer. It turns out that mortals are really like pigs and dogs in the eyes of those so-called immortals. Just like myself, they were covered in bruises with just a wave of their hands. As for killing me, they even felt that their eyes were dirty."

"I want to cultivate immortality, but is it really impossible if I don't have spiritual roots? Since no one told me, I looked for it in the world."

"Study, command soldiers, govern the world, educate people..."

"Finally, I found the answer."

At this time, Cui Xishan had stopped writing.

The autumn wind stopped, but he was covered with white hair and beard. There was no wind, and his eyes were shining brightly.

I saw him staring at the fallen leaves in the distance, and said slowly:

"Brother, although I don't know where you are from, you have been with me silently for more than sixty years. Xishan is very grateful."

"I wonder if you would be willing to accompany me to slaughter all those pseudo-immortals."

As soon as he said this, the originally clear sky suddenly sounded with countless thunders.