Many years later, Xiaoyuan Peak remains unremarkable; the mountain is still as high as ever, and there is still just as much grass.
The changes were minimal, except for the addition of two wooden houses and a loquat tree.
Wu Er stood in his little wooden house, his eyes glazed over for a long time.
"Dazed again..."
Wu Er patted his head and sat down on the simple little chair.
When he is alone, he often daydreams and reminisces about the past.
If a person always lives in the past, then he is an old man who cannot see the future.
Therefore, although Wu Er is not old, he always likes to act like an old man.
I wanted to sit quietly for a while, just like before.
But now Wu Er was truly restless; once he was alone, he started to feel uncomfortable...
It's like there's a nail in the chair; no matter how you sit, you feel uneasy.
Wu Er twisted and turned, unable to truly calm down no matter what he did.
"Get up and clean the dust out of the room..."
After muttering something to himself, Wu Er stood up.
Because I couldn't sit still any longer, I just wanted to find something to do, so I thought I'd clean up the dust in the room.
Wu Er reached out his hand, but after thinking about it, he put it down.
He had intended to use a small spell to clean up all the accumulated dust, but if he did that, the dust would be gone in just a few breaths, and then he would have nothing to do again.
With that in mind, Wu Er took out a feather duster from his sleeve, intending to clean like an ordinary person.
Wu Er has now discovered that living like an ordinary person would bring him a lot of joy.
He raised his arm, and the feather duster suddenly flashed, releasing a gentle breeze.
This made Wu Er glance at the feather duster in his hand, then frown and say, "This... a feather duster I just grabbed is a high-grade magic weapon? It's really hard to find an ordinary item like this..."
That's right, this feather duster is also a magic weapon for treating skin diseases. In fact, to be precise, it's not a feather duster at all. The feathers stuck on it are not chicken feathers, but the hair of some rare and exotic animal.
The life of immortals is so inconvenient; they can't even find an ordinary feather duster.
Since there was no ordinary feather duster, Wu Er had no choice but to reverse the process of refining this superior magic weapon, causing it to lose its spirituality and become just an ordinary object made of more valuable materials.
Well, a top-grade magic weapon wasted just like that, all for the sake of cleaning a house.
With everything done, Wu Er started cleaning.
Just like an ordinary person, he used a feather duster to sweep away the dust from place to place.
However, because the cabin was really small, and Wu was very quick, he managed to sweep all the dust out of the cabin very quickly.
Looking at the wooden house that he had almost ruined by sweeping, Wu Er put down the feather duster.
"Sure enough, I need to find something to do!"
He has come to terms with reality and no longer has the patience to carry it all by himself!
After saying that, Wu Er pushed open the door of the wooden house.
When the outside air drifted in, Wu Er felt refreshed.
He didn't know why, but the air outside felt very refreshing, while the air inside the house felt stuffy.
He stepped out of the house and closed the door behind him.
Wu Er paused for a moment, then began to stride along the small peak... well, "frolicking" might be a more fitting description.
But after having a good time, they ran into people again.
And then he ran into Han Qingxiu again.
This is only natural, and they won't encounter anyone else there. On the entire mountain, only Wu Er and Han Qingxiu live.
"Xiuer, it's been so long! Your master has missed you terribly!"
When Wu Er saw Han Qingxiu, he waved and looked very happy.
Han Qingxiu, who was called out, was startled.
She had just met Wu Er, and it hadn't even been a few hours. How could it have been so long since they last met, and she had missed him so much?
Anyone would be somewhat frightened by Wu Er's neurotic behavior.
But that's been a long time since we last met, and those were words from Wu Er's heart.
Because in that short time he was lost in thought, how many years had passed in his mind is unknown.
For someone living in the past, a single moment in their life may feel like countless years.
Han Qingxiu took half a step back, clearly flustered.
Although she was used to her master's personality, she was still frightened by his strange actions every time.
"Why are you backing away? Do you think your master will eat you?"
Wu Er smiled and raised his eyebrows.
Han Qingxiu swallowed hard, resisting the urge to back away again.
"Greetings, Master." Han Qingxiu bowed again.
Upon seeing and hearing this, Wu Er naturally exclaimed with delight, "Hey~ my good disciple~"
The response was drawn out with a long, drawn-out tone.
Han Qingxiu shivered twice more, probably feeling a chill.
"What can I do for you, Master?"
Despite feeling nauseous, Han Qingxiu asked a question.
Wu Er was quite direct: "I was feeling bored, so I came to you for some fun."
Han Qingxiu said tactfully, "Master is truly a man of genuine character."
The last three words were emphasized.
Wu Er smiled knowingly again, then thought about how to tease his apprentice.
But at that moment, Wu Er suddenly sensed something was wrong.
Something was approaching Pengshan Gate, and it hadn't concealed its presence.
"This is so annoying." Wu Er temporarily put aside his plan to tease his apprentice. "Couldn't you have chosen another time?"
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