“Clang!” The collision between the long sword and celestial book produced an extremely harsh friction sound, causing other people in the room to subconsciously cover their ears and take two steps back.
“No mark was made on the book……Chang Ming’s sword doesn’t seem to be very sharp. Isn’t he a swordsman? This sword should not be an ordinary product.” Li Huowang held the sword and pondered for a few seconds before grabbing the hilt with both hands and striking it heavily again.
He struck several times in a row, until the situation finally changed. However, the change did not come from the celestial book, but from Li Huowang’s sword.
“Clang!” The blade split in two at the point of impact, turning the long sword into a broken sword.
Looking at the broken sword in his hand, Li Huowang was suddenly confused. The weapon he had just obtained was gone just like that.
Li Huowang looked around and quickly walked towards Chang Ren, taking his sword.
“Fortunately, there is a spare one,” Li Huowang said.
Li Huowang sheathed his sword and considering what to do next.
Initially, he intended to destroy the celestial book, but now he realized that it was remarkably sturdy and had some unique properties. Perhaps it would come in handy in the future.
Since he had already made up his mind to stop giving up on himself, he couldn’t just throw away such a valuable item.
“Anyway, let’s keep it for now. We could even pawn it and exchange it for some money.”
As for relying on this thing to become an immortal, that’s completely impossible. Dan Yang Tzu was a cautionary tale, and Li Huowang didn’t want to follow in his footsteps.
Li Huowang struggled to lift and weigh the stone tablet, finding it heavier than he had imagined, but still within his capabilities.
After wrapping it in cloth, Li Huowang carried it on his back and said to the others waiting nearby, “Let’s go.”
Li Huowang threw the kerosene into the cave where Dan Yang Tzu had lived.
The flames spread along the kerosene on the ground and ignited everything inside, including Chang Ming, Chang Ren, and Xuan Yuan on the ground.
The fire was intense, and Li Huowang realized that human bodies were excellent fuel for burning as he watched the scene before him.
As they walked back along the original path, they gradually set fire to all the rooms. The scorching flames swayed and began to unite, burning everything that could burn in Qingfeng Temple and blackening everything that could not be burned.
The thick smoke began to make the everyone cough, and they started to quicken their pace.
Half an hour later, everyone stood in the sunshine, silently watching the thick smoke coming out of the Qingfeng Temple.
The smoke rose up, shrouding all the darkness and evil within the Qingfeng Temple, and disappeared into the bright sky.
Li Huowang looked up, smiled again, and then turned around with his long sword and stone tablet on his back, walking towards a path in the distance of the forest.
“Let’s go.”
The others carrying supplies followed behind. Unknowingly, Li Huowang had become their leader.
As he watched the path gradually coming closer in the distance, Li Huowang’s mood lifted.
“Ah, this place looks very unique. I wonder what kind of people and events we will encounter in the future. Suddenly, I’m feeling a bit excited,” Li Huowang said.
The sun shone on his face as he breathed in the fresh air, and his mood began to improve.
“Senior Brother Li, let’s slow down a bit. My eyes hurt.”
Li Huowang turned his head and saw Bai Linmiao covering her eyes in the sunlight.
He walked over and held her face, examining it carefully. He was surprised to find that he could see the blood vessels behind her eyeballs from the center of her pupils. The pink color in Bai Linmiao’s eyes was actually the color of the blood vessels illuminated by the light.
“This… is some kind of illness, right?” Li Huowang thought to himself.
He was not a doctor, so he didn’t understand these things. However, he could guess some of it because Li Huowang remembered the elderly patients with albinism who did fortune-telling and massage. The vast majority of them were blind.
It seemed that Bai Linmiao’s illness would cause defects in her eyes, making them more fragile than those of ordinary people.
Li Huowang cut a piece of cloth from the hem of his robe and gently covered Bai Linmiao’s eyes with it.
“Just wear this when the sunlight is too bright,” he said.
“But…then I won’t be able to see,” Bai Linmiao replied.
“It’s okay, I’ll lead you,” Li Huowang said as he grabbed Bai Linmiao’s soft right hand and ran towards the forest with the others.
After stumbling a few times, Bai Linmiao began to run along with Li Huowang.
——————————————————————————————
Lv Zhuangyuan, whose face was covered in wrinkles, hammered his tobacco pipe on the theatrical box.
After knocking out all the trapped black tobacco, he took out new tobacco from his tobacco pouch, packed it into the pipe, and then lit it.
After taking a satisfying drag, he shouted towards the woods in the direction of the horse’s head, “Son, are you finished yet?”
“Almost done, coming right up!” came the response of a young boy from the other side.
Lv Zhuangyuan grumbled discontentedly about his little son while smoking his tobacco, “This lazy donkey has so much dung and urine, but it takes forever to poop. If others didn’t know better, they’d think I’m mistreating you and not giving you enough to eat.”
（懒驴上磨屎尿多，This is an ancient Chinese proverb, which means that a person always has various problems when doing important things, just like a donkey often needs to urinate and defecate when it is about to pull a millstone）
His gaze shifted to the back of the carriage, where his own theatrical troupe was parked on a small path amidst the woods.
Aside from the carriage that carried their costumes and instruments, there was also his eldest son’s family of three, as well as two nephews brought from the village.
Although the troupe was small, it was all he had managed to save up over the years with great difficulty.”
Thanks to this small theatrical troupe, he was able to provide enough food for his whole family during these tough times.
“Dad, here’s some water and a flatbread,” Lv Juren handed his father food and a gourd bottle.
“What? It’s not mealtime yet! Do you think rice is free? Do you know how much it costs now? Your daughter is already two years old, and you still act like a child! Why are you so thoughtless?”
After being scolded by his father, Lv Juren didn’t get angry. He grinned silly for a moment, then stepped back and handed the things in his hand over to his wife.
“How was it? Did you get scolded again? You’re such a troublemaker always asking for trouble,” Luo Juanhua put the food back on the carriage and used her fingers to play with their baby daughter sitting on the box.
“It’s not like a few scoldings will kill me. Let him scold if he wants to, ever since my mother passed away, dad’s temper has been like this.”
“Hey,householder, did you talk to dad about what we discussed last night?”
“Let’s wait a little longer. We haven’t had many performances recently and my dad’s finances are tight,” Lv Juren’s face darkened when the topic was brought up.
（Because in ancient times, most men were in charge of various things in the house, and many women would refer to their husbands as “当家的,” which literally means the householder）
“Ah, don’t even have money to buy cloth for his granddaughter’s clothes? She’s only wearing theatrical costumes now.”
“Theatrical costumes… they’re actually okay…”
“Ah, ahh!!Ghost!!!” A terrified scream interrupted the conversation between the couple and immediately made the atmosphere tense for the entire theatrical troupe.
A few seconds later, the others saw a bare-bottomed boy crying and shouting as he rushed out of the woods and leaped into Lv Zhuangyuan’s arms.
“What ghost!? Where could a ghost come from in broad daylight! Quickly put your pants on!”
Although reprimanding his little son, Lv Zhuangyuan still stood in front of Lv Xiucai, clutching the smoking stick in his hand and looking towards the direction of the woods with a vigilant gaze.
There were shadows moving in the woods, indicating that someone was coming.
（状zhuang元yuan，举ju人ren，秀xiu才cai,These are the ranking names generated by the ancient Chinese imperial examination system,Lv Zhuangyuan used this naming method to hope that his descendants could live a good life）
“Clang!” The collision between the long sword and celestial book produced an extremely harsh friction sound, causing other people in the room to subconsciously cover their ears and take two steps back.
“No mark was made on the book……Chang Ming’s sword doesn’t seem to be very sharp. Isn’t he a swordsman? This sword should not be an ordinary product.” Li Huowang held the sword and pondered for a few seconds before grabbing the hilt with both hands and striking it heavily again.
He struck several times in a row, until the situation finally changed. However, the change did not come from the celestial book, but from Li Huowang’s sword.
“Clang!” The blade split in two at the point of impact, turning the long sword into a broken sword.
Looking at the broken sword in his hand, Li Huowang was suddenly confused. The weapon he had just obtained was gone just like that.
Li Huowang looked around and quickly walked towards Chang Ren, taking his sword.
“Fortunately, there is a spare one,” Li Huowang said.
Li Huowang sheathed his sword and considering what to do next.
Initially, he intended to destroy the celestial book, but now he realized that it was remarkably sturdy and had some unique properties. Perhaps it would come in handy in the future.
Since he had already made up his mind to stop giving up on himself, he couldn’t just throw away such a valuable item.
“Anyway, let’s keep it for now. We could even pawn it and exchange it for some money.”
As for relying on this thing to become an immortal, that’s completely impossible. Dan Yang Tzu was a cautionary tale, and Li Huowang didn’t want to follow in his footsteps.
Li Huowang struggled to lift and weigh the stone tablet, finding it heavier than he had imagined, but still within his capabilities.
After wrapping it in cloth, Li Huowang carried it on his back and said to the others waiting nearby, “Let’s go.”
Li Huowang threw the kerosene into the cave where Dan Yang Tzu had lived.
The flames spread along the kerosene on the ground and ignited everything inside, including Chang Ming, Chang Ren, and Xuan Yuan on the ground.
The fire was intense, and Li Huowang realized that human bodies were excellent fuel for burning as he watched the scene before him.
As they walked back along the original path, they gradually set fire to all the rooms. The scorching flames swayed and began to unite, burning everything that could burn in Qingfeng Temple and blackening everything that could not be burned.
The thick smoke began to make the everyone cough, and they started to quicken their pace.
Half an hour later, everyone stood in the sunshine, silently watching the thick smoke coming out of the Qingfeng Temple.
The smoke rose up, shrouding all the darkness and evil within the Qingfeng Temple, and disappeared into the bright sky.
Li Huowang looked up, smiled again, and then turned around with his long sword and stone tablet on his back, walking towards a path in the distance of the forest.
“Let’s go.”
The others carrying supplies followed behind. Unknowingly, Li Huowang had become their leader.
As he watched the path gradually coming closer in the distance, Li Huowang’s mood lifted.
“Ah, this place looks very unique. I wonder what kind of people and events we will encounter in the future. Suddenly, I’m feeling a bit excited,” Li Huowang said.
The sun shone on his face as he breathed in the fresh air, and his mood began to improve.
“Senior Brother Li, let’s slow down a bit. My eyes hurt.”
Li Huowang turned his head and saw Bai Linmiao covering her eyes in the sunlight.
He walked over and held her face, examining it carefully. He was surprised to find that he could see the blood vessels behind her eyeballs from the center of her pupils. The pink color in Bai Linmiao’s eyes was actually the color of the blood vessels illuminated by the light.
“This… is some kind of illness, right?” Li Huowang thought to himself.
He was not a doctor, so he didn’t understand these things. However, he could guess some of it because Li Huowang remembered the elderly patients with albinism who did fortune-telling and massage. The vast majority of them were blind.
It seemed that Bai Linmiao’s illness would cause defects in her eyes, making them more fragile than those of ordinary people.
Li Huowang cut a piece of cloth from the hem of his robe and gently covered Bai Linmiao’s eyes with it.
“Just wear this when the sunlight is too bright,” he said.
“But…then I won’t be able to see,” Bai Linmiao replied.
“It’s okay, I’ll lead you,” Li Huowang said as he grabbed Bai Linmiao’s soft right hand and ran towards the forest with the others.
After stumbling a few times, Bai Linmiao began to run along with Li Huowang.
——————————————————————————————
Lv Zhuangyuan, whose face was covered in wrinkles, hammered his tobacco pipe on the theatrical box.
After knocking out all the trapped black tobacco, he took out new tobacco from his tobacco pouch, packed it into the pipe, and then lit it.
After taking a satisfying drag, he shouted towards the woods in the direction of the horse’s head, “Son, are you finished yet?”
“Almost done, coming right up!” came the response of a young boy from the other side.
Lv Zhuangyuan grumbled discontentedly about his little son while smoking his tobacco, “This lazy donkey has so much dung and urine, but it takes forever to poop. If others didn’t know better, they’d think I’m mistreating you and not giving you enough to eat.”
（懒驴上磨屎尿多，This is an ancient Chinese proverb, which means that a person always has various problems when doing important things, just like a donkey often needs to urinate and defecate when it is about to pull a millstone）
His gaze shifted to the back of the carriage, where his own theatrical troupe was parked on a small path amidst the woods.
Aside from the carriage that carried their costumes and instruments, there was also his eldest son’s family of three, as well as two nephews brought from the village.
Although the troupe was small, it was all he had managed to save up over the years with great difficulty.”
Thanks to this small theatrical troupe, he was able to provide enough food for his whole family during these tough times.
“Dad, here’s some water and a flatbread,” Lv Juren handed his father food and a gourd bottle.
“What? It’s not mealtime yet! Do you think rice is free? Do you know how much it costs now? Your daughter is already two years old, and you still act like a child! Why are you so thoughtless?”
After being scolded by his father, Lv Juren didn’t get angry. He grinned silly for a moment, then stepped back and handed the things in his hand over to his wife.
“How was it? Did you get scolded again? You’re such a troublemaker always asking for trouble,” Luo Juanhua put the food back on the carriage and used her fingers to play with their baby daughter sitting on the box.
“It’s not like a few scoldings will kill me. Let him scold if he wants to, ever since my mother passed away, dad’s temper has been like this.”
“Hey,householder, did you talk to dad about what we discussed last night?”
“Let’s wait a little longer. We haven’t had many performances recently and my dad’s finances are tight,” Lv Juren’s face darkened when the topic was brought up.
（Because in ancient times, most men were in charge of various things in the house, and many women would refer to their husbands as “当家的,” which literally means the householder）
“Ah, don’t even have money to buy cloth for his granddaughter’s clothes? She’s only wearing theatrical costumes now.”
“Theatrical costumes… they’re actually okay…”
“Ah, ahh!!Ghost!!!” A terrified scream interrupted the conversation between the couple and immediately made the atmosphere tense for the entire theatrical troupe.
A few seconds later, the others saw a bare-bottomed boy crying and shouting as he rushed out of the woods and leaped into Lv Zhuangyuan’s arms.
“What ghost!? Where could a ghost come from in broad daylight! Quickly put your pants on!”
Although reprimanding his little son, Lv Zhuangyuan still stood in front of Lv Xiucai, clutching the smoking stick in his hand and looking towards the direction of the woods with a vigilant gaze.
There were shadows moving in the woods, indicating that someone was coming.
（状zhuang元yuan，举ju人ren，秀xiu才cai,These are the ranking names generated by the ancient Chinese imperial examination system,Lv Zhuangyuan used this naming method to hope that his descendants could live a good life）
