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When he was ten years old, he repaired the Eight Immortals Table for a local official. The face covered with birthmarks disappeared overnight because of a secret book that the young master had thrown away casually. Li Yi, who was only twenty years old, had his only master pass away on the night of his death. He left the place where he had lived for more than ten years with the few things he had left. The death of his master was particularly strange, but he gathered his thoughts and embarked on the journey. He thought he would be on an ordinary journey, but by accident he got to know people from all walks of life. Some were world-class in martial arts, some had various skills, and some became his friends and sharp swords. During these long years, his lonely lamp was lit by countless people, and he sang all the way to the top. "I thought I would live an ordinary life, marry a wife, have children, and rely on the craftsmanship of a carpenter for the rest of my life, but that was too ordinary, so ordinary that I couldn't accept it." At least, no one dares to raise their head when I speak, and they have to look at my face even to drink tea.