PS: Yesterday, Shao Aidan mistakenly added content at the end of the previous chapter orz
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The copper plate was wedged perfectly between the bricks.
The Capturing Wind Hall fell silent.
“Oh dear, there’s no way around it, it seems to be the will of heaven.”
Li Mo slapped his thigh and sighed helplessly:
“If he could be drawn, then I must go.”
Po Jun frowned as he looked at Li Mo. He hadn’t expected this to happen, so he could only look at the others:
“Do any of you have objections?”
Everyone exchanged glances, but Dong Chang Tian was the first to speak:
“Sigh, since things have come to this, we can only do our part.”
Po Jun was pleased, but then he heard Dong Chang Tian say:
“Bring everything up.”
A scribe brought up a large box, filled with various items: carefully made rations, stirrups, fine wine, and even a meticulously crafted urn containing ashes…
“Don’t worry, Brother Xiao Li.”
“Wu wu wu…”
“When you return alive, we’ll go together to get bird eggs from the trees…”
Everyone waved tearfully goodbye to Xiao Li.
“What are you all getting emotional about? Do you want me back or not!”
Li Mo’s lips twitched wildly.
Looking at the contents of the box, he felt that returning alive would be impolite.
“Alright, stop pushing each other.”
Po Jun rubbed his forehead. They said that the people of Ink City were united and unafraid of d*ath.
Now, it seemed that mortals were still mortals, and fundamentally, they were no different.
He walked to the door, impatiently saying:
“The sun is already high, report to me.”
….
The moon hung high.
At the end of the year, light snow began to fall. After leaving the Capturing Wind Hall, everyone suggested that Li Mo should have hot pot at his home since he was leaving early the next morning.
Li Mo also had some matters to discuss with them, so he agreed to their request for a meal.
After all, who knew when he would return. Dong Chang Tian and Qi Tie Zhu, these elders, were getting old. Although they were energetic now, without breaking through the boundary between humans and immortals, their vitality would decline quickly.
“Huh, that candy shop is gone?”
“That was Wang Mazi’s shop, opened after he returned from the Underground City. Many people queued up back then. The first time I tasted candy was when Brother Xiao Li bought it.”
“Now it sells roasted goods, and the owner is Wang Mazi’s grandson.”
As they walked over this land that had changed with the times, listening to the elderly reminisce, Li Mo discovered another Xiao Li in their memories.
Probably someone with the same surname as him?
Previously, he had asked the old village chief his name, but at this moment, Dong Chang Tian would wave his hand, indicating that the old village chief did not want others to remember him after he left.
But from what he saw, their relationship was very good.
“Why isn’t that river there anymore? And the fields are gone…”
Dong Chang Tian had enthusiastically proposed catching fish for hot pot.
But when Li Mo took him to the place in his memories, he found that the river and the fields had been replaced by new streets, bustling with people.
“Now water is drawn from water wheels outside the city. Who would carry water when Brother Xiao Li invented something like that,” Dong Ge Yu shook her head.
“How much has changed…” Dong Chang Tian suddenly looked a bit dejected.
“But everything is changing for the better. It will only get better in the future.”
Li Mo smiled, picking up a stick and waving it casually:
“I’ve written down my plans for the future. Just follow them, and things will get better.”
“It should get better. Good.”
Dong Chang Tian nodded, then smacked his lips: “Brother Xiao Li, your stick is really straight.”
“Here, play with it.”
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“Ha ha, I’ve lived long enough. If this stick weren’t so heavy, I wouldn’t be interested.”
Everyone laughed. In the end, no fish were caught, no eggs were taken, and no potatoes were dug, so they had to buy vegetables on the street.
They say that objects remain but people change, and everything ends.
On the contrary, if people remain but objects change, it remains a beautiful moment.
However, other places were different, except for one place that remained the same.
The blacksmith shop where Li Mo was first reborn.
This shop was kept exactly as it was by Dong Chang Tian and the others, untouched.
After moving in, Xiao Li, the swordmaster, would occasionally take up an interest in blacksmithing, working from sunrise to sunset.
Ying Bing accompanied him, day after day, year after year, in peace.
It seemed unaffected by the passage of time.
Before, they had always wondered why an ordinary blacksmith and a mysterious celestial being, who were worlds apart, got along so well without any sense of discord.
What gave him the right?
But later, they gradually understood.
There was a certain brilliance about Brother Xiao Li that became more apparent the longer one observed him.
Creak—
The thick wooden door creaked open, and the scent of hot pot wafted through the thin snow.
“I’m here.”
“Mm, you can start preparing food.”
Ying Bing’s black hair was braided into a braid, hanging beside her shoulder, wearing plain indigo-dyed clothes.
Her lips were dyed with a layer of red lipstick; she might have just tasted the hot pot base, which Li Mo had left behind, but although she heated it up, she still wasn’t entirely confident in her cooking skills…
Seeing everyone enter, Ying Bing nodded and invited them in.
Seeing Li Mo grab peanuts, her chopsticks snapped onto his hand.
“Go wash your hands first.”
“Okay…”
Xiao Li sheepishly went to the water vat.
At this moment, even though Dong Chang Tian and Qi Tie Zhu had come many times, they still felt an intense sense of unreality.
Who could have imagined that the person before them ended the last calamity single-handedly, and was an extraordinary sage?
Every time they saw her like this, it was hard not to wonder if the world had gone mad.
“You all need to wash too.”
“Okay okay.”
Seeing her, the elders, who were usually dignified, acted like children who had done something wrong, going to the water vat to line up.
Then, everyone sat down. Three benches, Li Mo and Ying Bing shared one, while the others squeezed onto the other three.
The snow fell heavier, but everyone enjoyed the hot pot and drank small cups of wine, feeling quite comfortable.
Li Mo took a sip of wine and sighed: “I hope when I return, you’re all still strong. Don’t let me go to the Otherworld to fight and find out you’ve passed away first.”
“No way.”
“I might be gone for two or three years, or worst case scenario…”
Before Li Mo could finish, his foot was gently stepped on.
Ying Bing frowned at him: “You said ‘poo poo poo.'”
“…..Poo poo poo.”
“Brother Xiao Li, you don’t need to step so hard. I haven’t even eaten yet.”
Qi Tie Zhu looked uncomfortable.
Dong Chang Tian waved his hand: “Alright, don’t talk about sad things. Next time we meet, we’ll give you a big red envelope as a gift.”
Li Mo was stunned: “What gift?”
“Gift for a wedding.”
“Yes yes yes, if everyone is present next time, you should also get married.”
“…..”
“Or you could have the wedding first and then the celebration.”
