He needed to soothe his mood. He couldn't keep beating people up.
After all, beating people wasn't encouraged, and slapping their faces wounded their pride.
They were all people with dignity, an ox with dignity, and a chah with dignity.
Li Ping'an nodded and gave medicine to Old Ox and Run Tu, who were lying in bed.
"You two mustn't die. What would I do if you died~?"
Run Tu and Old Ox silently gave him the middle finger in their hearts.
After turning it over in his mind, he finally thought of a way to ease his mood.
Keeping a diary.
When he was bored in the future, he could dig out diaries from years, decades, or even centuries ago.
He would sit beneath the parasol tree, listening to crickets chirping in the bushes.
He would read through the diary little by little, thinking of years gone by, people gone by, and longings gone by.
Mmm~
Just thinking about it was romantic.
Li Ping'an pondered for a moment, then finally put pen to paper.
The eighteenth year of Changle.
{This is my first time keeping a diary. A salute to my future self.
When you open this diary, it will prove that I'm still alive.
Life is bland as water, with little worth mentioning.
I haven't cultivated for several days running.
Every day, watching those cultivators sharpen their heads to squeeze ahead and cultivate hard, I have to deeply despise myself for wasting time.
An inch of time is an inch of gold, but an inch of gold cannot buy an inch of time.
Oh, unfortunately, I have nothing but time.}
Another two days passed.
{Today, the female cultivators from Bamboo Leaf Peak and Lesser Qiong Peak organized a cuju match. It sounded pretty good.
It attracted lots of