I Really Don't Want to Become an Immortal

Chen Zhiming always felt that his life was not good. When I was young I wanted many things. I want to prove myself, I want to stand higher, I want to let everyone know that I am not wrong. Later he had a little bit of everything. It seems like nothing is left. When he woke up again, he was in another world. People here practice swordsmanship, refine elixirs, and seek immortality. The sect on the mountain has been passed down for thousands of years, and the monks in the world fight to the death for an opportunity. Chen Zhiming did not go up the mountain. He bought an old yard at the foot of the mountain. The yard is not big, the walls are a bit old, and there is an old tree in front of the door. So be it, he thought. In this life, there will be no fighting. But he didn't expect it. The young man who knocked on the door on a rainy night will find his sword here again. The girl everyone avoided would have a hot meal here. And those who pass by by chance will remember it many years later—— There used to be such a small courtyard. Inside lived a man who didn't quite look like a monk.