Stealing half a day of leisure is Li Xianhua's biggest wish in the past two years: no need to sleep on three shifts and get up on five shifts, no need to tie sandbags to run marathons, no need to memorize messy qigong mantras, no need to carry water, chop firewood, cook and clean

Sleep until you wake up naturally - this is what he looks forward to every day.

Now this wish has come true, but Li Xianhua has insomnia.

Because the Master is gone.

The courtyard outside the main hall was full of potholes.

The edge of the crater is attached to a purple color that is not common in nature, which is the trace left by the virus in the demon's body. Plants, trees, flowers, birds, beasts, fish and insects, as long as they are stained with the virus of the devil, they cannot escape the fate of corrosion and weathering.

Master can't escape.

Nearly a hundred years of practice only bought Ma Zhenren time to say a few last words.

"Don't cry in vain, you slashed the demon in your hand, avenged the teacher, and you were blind when you died."

"Live well, forget if the Maoshan faction can't go on."

Revitalizing the Maoshan faction is Ma Zhenren's lifelong ideal, but he didn't let Li Xianhua carry this burden in the end.

Li Xianhua sat in the courtyard, his eyes were hazy with tears. Ma Zhenren's figure, sitting under the tree with a pu fan for a while, patting the back of Li Xianhua's head for a while, scolding him for not growing, and then coming in from the mountain gate, brandishing a copy of "Journey to the West" in his hand and smiling at him, the wrinkles on his face were flattened

When he was with the master, Li Xianhua secretly scolded the old man Ma every day, wishing that the old man could rest as soon as he was sick.

But the master is really gone, and Li Xianhua's mind is full of master's goodness. It was so good that he couldn't stop crying.

Why don't you say you're a? Li Xianhua thought.

The wind in the mountains blew away Ma Zhenren's shadow and dried Li Xianhua's tears.

He wanted to die, but Ma Zhenren saw it and let him live well.

The dead are great, so listen to Master's words.

Maybe I haven't lived enough? Li Xianhua insulted himself maliciously, otherwise he felt uncomfortable. But it didn't take long for him to get bored: no matter how fierce the scolding was, the master wouldn't come back to life, and there was no point in doing it himself.

In fact, it is unwilling. The demon named Ruby is dead, but the maker of Ruby, the Millennial Earl, is still alive and well, and may now be eating dessert in a luxurious villa, and in high spirits to create the next batch of demons. Ma Zhenren's death is not even an after-dinner anecdote in his eyes.

If you don't cut off his head and feed it to the dogs, it would be too much to die yourself.

Li Xianhua decided to find something to do for himself, otherwise he would be cranky again.

The reason to live is like change, as long as you look for it, there will always be: for the inheritance of the Maoshan faction, for the protection of your important people, and for your own bushido (it seems that something strange has been mixed in?). In order to take revenge on the demons, to drive away the darkness of the world, and to correct the unjust world, the desire to be more extreme and second is good, as long as it can give itself the enthusiasm to continue living.

There was also a most simple thought - he wanted to leave this sad place.

Rise at dawn and sweep the court.

For the last cleaning, Li Xianhua was very attentive. The hygienic corners that were deliberately ignored by laziness in the past were cleaned meticulously this time. All the roof tiles were replaced, and the dusty stove in the kitchen, the weeds in the martial arts arena in the back mountain, and even the top of the head of the statue of the old monarch in the main hall were all cleaned spotlessly by him.

It took him a long time, from the dawn star to the sun.

Li Xianhua stood at the mountain gate, looking at the grass and trees of the Maoshan faction. It's not to make a note of this picture, it's just a little reluctant to go.

The yard was cleaned by him, but there was a large area of purple scorched earth on the ground, which was hooked up like a scar.

He carried a bag in his hand, containing a few clothes and a few classics of the Maoshan faction. On his back is the Zhen Sect Divine Sword left by the master. There was a deerskin bag hanging from his waist, and the bag was covered with charms inside and out. The most valuable things of the Maoshan faction are all on him.

But he was still not satisfied, the stakes in the yard, the stools under the trees, the pots and pans in the kitchen, the bedding in the guest rooms, and even the broken tiled houses and camphor trees were taken away.

It's just a matter of thinking about it.

Li Xianhua knelt down in front of the main hall, kowtowed three times respectfully, and turned around and walked out of the mountain gate.

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Today is the day of the market, and the town below the mountain is very lively. Li Xianhua could hear the noise of the town halfway up the mountain.

People don't know that last night, an old man fought with a fierce beast that could destroy villages and towns, and finally died silently on the mountain. Li Xianhua didn't want to tell them either.

Li Xianhua strolled down the street, letting the crowd push him around.

There is a kind of worldly enthusiasm in the air, which can make people love life more, which is what Li Xianhua urgently needs now.

Walking through the crowd, his mood also became lively with the people.

When you are tired of walking, you will find a tea stall and sit down, sipping tea while watching the people around you.

It is now the 19th century, and the Chinese still wear long robes and horse coats, and men still have long braids. Li Xianhua's broken hair + jeans sweatshirt stood out from the crowd, and he was watched by many onlookers when he followed Ma Zhenren down the mountain before.

But today everyone is busy rushing to the market, and the goods in the market can bring greater pleasure. A new dress, a beaded flower, and a piece of braised pork can make people happy all day long.

Even Li Xianhua's strange costume has become synonymous with novelty and fun in the eyes of people, and has become a scenery that brings happiness to people.

Li Xianhua looked at the people rushing to the market, as if he was looking at the fish in the aquarium.

Ordinary people, ordinary life, ordinary to envy. Li Xianhua has never been so yearning for the ordinary as he is today.

"Thank you." Li Xianhua said softly.

After paying for the tea, Li Xianhua picked up the burden and turned into an alley.

The alley is not very well lit, and the sun is shining outside, but here it is a bit eerie.

At the end of the alley, a tall man turned his head stiffly and looked at Li Xianhua. The man's eyes glazed over, his hands on a woman's neck.

The woman, dressed in a festive red dress, had passed out.

Li Xianhua smiled brightly: "Pick to kill people today, should I praise you for having brains?" Lv1 offal. ”

Lv1 lets out a low roar of "ho-ho" in his mouth, like a dog protecting his food.

With a soul calming talisman in his left hand and a bronze sword in his right hand, Li Xianhua's smile did not decrease, and he strode towards lv1.

For love and justice, for the eradication of evil, and for the protection of my love for the "ordinary".

"For your uncle! I'm going to hack you to death! ”

At this moment, Li Xianhua felt that the master was behind him and never left.

ps: The protagonist killed the red jade of lv2, it was shit luck, not the outbreak of the small universe, which will be talked about later.