Chapter 1 Schooling for the Child?
What’s that about?

Zheng Boye, as the neglectful overlord, genuinely didn't know anything about this, but that didn't stop him from hearing the latter half of the Sword Saint's words:

I will kill the person for you.

That,

Letting children study is also a good thing, isn’t it?

If you, Sword Saint, are willing to keep killing people for me,

I can completely support that bunch of kids until they take the imperial examinations, go to the Hanlin Academy, and compile the *Xue Hai Canon* and the *Siku Quanshu* or something. No problem at all.

Zheng Boye looked at the Sword Saint,

and said:

"I've always felt that children should read more. They are the future flowers of my Da Yan… oh, no, they are the future flowers of our Xia."

The Sword Saint just looked at Zheng Fan calmly, for a long while, and finally, without a word, simply nodded.

The head was placed there, and he picked up his sword, turning to leave.

Zheng Boye unwrapped the package, saw the head inside, and his eyes immediately narrowed.

He blurted out:

"Xinian Manor, Qin Yuеyие."

The Sword Saint stopped, turned his head, looked at Zheng Fan, and said, "You actually recognize her?"

"It's not that. Did you think that I wouldn't recognize her and still give me such a valuable gift without explaining a word? Aren’t you afraid that I wouldn't know how heavy this gift really is?"

"Someone under you will know her."

Zheng Boye's subordinates were full of talented people; the Sword Saint was clear on this point.

For example, that rumored Mister Feng who could measure the world, and that Mister Bei whom even Gou Moli was afraid of.

And the Three Gentlemen who personally established the Xuehai Pass spy system, as well as General Liang, who inevitably took command of the army in his stead every battle.

Even that big, seemingly simpleminded guy,

the Sword Maid had once told the Sword Saint,

that the sword techniques she taught him, he could comprehend instantly after practicing once.

The Sword Saint paused and added:

"Somewhat unexpected, you actually recognize her."

"In the past, by the river, my brother-in-law and my… fifth brother-in-law? Anyway, they were debating by the river, and I saw this woman. Was she there to spy on my Xuehai Pass military situation?"

"Not sure, but probably."

Zheng Fan glanced at the Longyuan in the Sword Saint's hand,

and said:

"It's been hard on you. In my eyes, your sword should be a rainbow in the sky, but it has to do these earthly things."

"If you hadn't made me kill pigs last time, I might have believed you."

"See? You're getting serious now."

"Killing her, I was willing to do. Remember what you promised me. Children should stay where they should be."

"I promise you."

"Zheng Fan, do you know why I brought my whole family and still live at Xuehai Pass?"

If the Sword Saint wanted to leave, he could leave at any time.

Leave Xuehai Pass in the morning, ascend to the Emperor's hall by dusk;

To put it mildly,

the Sword Saint could completely find a place with beautiful mountains and clear waters, either build a thatched cottage or open a small shop. He could protect the life he wanted with his sword.

"Why?"

"Although I can't completely agree with many of the things the Earl's Mansion does, I like the atmosphere under this rule; if you ever change…"

"You will leave?"

"I will use my sword to kill you."

"That's too extreme."

"At least, it will allow you to remain in my memories as that Pingye Earl, that Shengle General."

"That's too Jin-like."

Zheng Boye stood up

and said,

"To tell you the truth…"

"Gou Moli said that anything prefaced with that usually means the person speaking is about to start lying to you."

"That guy's taking a narrow path."

"But I'd like to hear it."

"Actually, I'm not a good person." Zheng Boye pointed at the Sword Saint. "You're the same. Whether there are any saints in this world, I don't know, but you and I don't count as saints in the strict sense.

Even that Yao Zizhan from Qian, the Literary Saint;

I heard that last year, he took a thirteen-year-old concubine;

Tsk, tsk, they might think it's a beautiful story, but in my opinion, it's still worse than禽兽不如(qin shou bu ru) (worse than beasts)."

"What, exactly, are you trying to say?"

"What I want to say is, I've never thought about becoming emperor. Do you believe me?"

"Then you single-mindedly want to rebel; is it just for fun?"

"If I nod and say yes to answer your question, would you not believe me?"

The Sword Saint didn't speak.

Zheng Fan walked up to the Sword Saint and reached out to grab Longyuan.

The Sword Saint didn't stop him, naturally letting Zheng Fan take Longyuan.

Once, the Sword Saint was defeated by Tian Wujing outside the capital, and Longyuan was lost;

Later, Tian Wujing conferred Zheng Fan as the Shengle General and gifted him Longyuan. In the end, Longyuan returned to the Sword Saint’s hands.

"Killing her, took a lot of effort, right?"

"Took no effort."

Zheng Boye nodded and said, "Indeed."

Actually, it really didn't take much effort.

Because the sword-maker had added a restriction to the Longyuan sword that could break open the Soaring Phoenix Hand, a technique only cultivated by the Great Chu imperial family.

If the details of this battle were publicized, the sword-maker would probably have a hard time entering the palace gates again.

"Whoosh…"

Zheng Boye drew Longyuan,

whipped out a sword flourish,

and said:

"Longyuan, although it is a famous sword of this era, is nothing more than four feet long. You and I are not saints.

However,

the world is too big,

I only care about the four feet in front of me!"

After hearing these words, the Sword Saint's expression suddenly changed, and he murmured the words:

"The world is too big, only care about the four feet in front of me."

The next moment,

Longyuan, which Zheng Boye was holding in his hand, let out a tremor, flying directly out, rushing toward the Sword Saint, and began to rotate around him.

Zheng Boye was startled.

He knew how sharp this sword was; if he wasn't careful earlier, his fingers would have been chopped off.

"The world is too big, only care about the four feet in front of me."

The Sword Saint continued to repeat that sentence, while Longyuan continued to float around him.

"What if the world is so big, my sword is only four feet long."

The Sword Saint fell into contemplation, sitting cross-legged on the spot.

"How does the size of the world concern me? My sword, only four feet in length."

The Sword Saint began to ask and answer himself.

"The four feet in front of me is me; beyond the four feet, is the world."

Longyuan kept trembling, as if it had a spirit, joyfully reveling beside its master.

"The four feet in front of me is my world."

"Buzz!"

Longyuan fell directly in front of the Sword Saint, half of the sword’s body piercing into the floor tiles.

The Sword Saint slowly closed his eyes,

"Four feet in front, I… am invincible."

From the Longyuan sword, a light blue barrier began to manifest, like a lampshade, enveloping the Sword Saint within it.

On the side,

The corners of Zheng Boye's mouth twitched subconsciously.

Of course, he knew what the Sword Saint was doing now.

He was comprehending; he had obtained an opportunity.

For existences at the level of the Sword Saint, they were already at the top, and it was extremely difficult to take even half a step further, or even move a little.

But it seemed like he had the protagonist's fate. Zheng Boye could only feel envy, jealousy, and resentment.

He had only said a few things about his worldview, and the Sword Saint heard the essence of the Sword Dao.

Although the idea of "giving someone a rose and having fragrance linger on one's hand" sounded beautiful,

Zheng Boye still felt sour inside.

This epiphany probably wouldn’t lead to a rank upgrade for the Sword Saint, but his understanding of the Sword Dao, and his recognition of sword techniques, would enter a new realm.

The Third Rank was a major realm, and, furthermore, the so-called fighting wasn't purely based on rank; otherwise, when people in the martial world met, they could directly compare ranks, and the lower one would just admit defeat. There wouldn't be so much bloody slaughter.

Just like when Xue San killed the Prince of Fu, the Prince of Fu relied on taking pills, and his rank was much higher than Xue San’s, but it was still useless.

Rank was necessary, but rank also needed to be supported by techniques and practical concepts.

Equivalent to the difference between giving the same army to an excellent general and a useless general to command.

Zheng Boye wasn't a magnanimous person.

It took him a long time to calm down his emotions.

Alas,

why couldn't he enlighten himself?

Shaking his head,

He picked up a pot of tea on the tea table, and stuffed two oranges from the fruit plate into his pockets. He hesitated for a moment, but still left that head there, bypassed the Sword Saint, walked outside, turned around, and closed the door.

Zheng Boye sat down on the steps.

The Sword Saint was in enlightenment,

so he would be his protector.

He looked up,

opened his mouth,

and gulped down a mouthful of cold tea from the teapot, with a faint astringent taste.

Not far away,

Xiao Yibo was waiting there,

Perhaps because the Sword Saint didn't make any attempt to conceal himself when he came in, so he was waiting outside for instructions, such as the Boye ordering a late-night snack.

At this time, seeing Boye come out, Xiao Yibo immediately approached.

"You, send someone to tell the neighbor next door that their man has been found, is fine, and will be home tomorrow. Make the words pretty.

Also, pass a message to Blindman, saying that the children still need to study hard in school."

Although Zheng Boye wasn't clear about the child soldiers, Blindman was in charge of this area, and there was no need to even think about it; it must have been something he'd cooked up.

"Yes, Boye, your subordinate understands, Boye, regarding you here…"

Before he could finish speaking, Zheng Boye waved his hand.

Xiao Yibo immediately bowed and left.

Zheng Boye turned back and glanced behind him again.

He put the teapot aside,

Felt around his body,

but found that he hadn't brought out his Chinese brand tin box, but it wasn't convenient to go back in to get it now, so he could only give up.

He raised his head,

looked at the sky.

The weather was good tonight;

it wouldn't rain;

Even in Xuehai Pass, it wouldn't snow this season;

If only it could hail,

then when the Sword Saint came out, he would see him, who had been protecting him, with a bruised and swollen face from the hail.

Hmm,

but wouldn't that be too cruel to himself?

………

In the courtyard where Blindman lived,

Dai Li knelt before Blindman, giving a report of the matters of these past few days.

After the report,

Blindman nodded,

and said:

"You've worked hard these days."

"Serving the Earl's Mansion, this subordinate does not feel it is hard work!"

"You still have injuries on your body?"

"Minor injuries, minor injuries; don't worry, Mister Bei."

"Take care of the pension matters for those under you. They also sacrificed for my Xuehai Pass. The others will be rewarded."

"This subordinate thanks Mister Bei and Boye for their great kindness on behalf of the brothers."

"Mm, go down."

"Yes, this subordinate takes his leave."

Dai Li left, and Yue Xin came over with a thin blanket, covering it over Blindman's knees.

"The evening air is humid; let's go back inside," Yue Xin said softly.

Blindman shook his head and said, "There's still a little崽子(zai zi) (brat) coming later. Go make me a bowl of wontons to eat later."

"Okay."

Yue Xin went to the kitchen. Blindman's home didn't have any permanent servants, only a maid who would come during the day to clean up, tidy up, and wash clothes.

Usually, Yue Xin worked by Fourth Mother's side. As long as Blindman was in Xuehai Pass, he always had things to do. However, if nothing unexpected happened, the two of them would eat dinner and late-night snacks together, with Yue Xin doing the cooking.

In Yanjing City, in addition to "chatting" about some treasonous things with Wen Sutong and listening to Wen Sutong analyze the situation in the capital, Blindman also chatted with the old man about his and his granddaughter's small life.

Actually, it was quite ordinary, but Wen Sutong was already very satisfied.

This was an era of great conflict, and for those in the vortex to still be able to live a peaceful life was already extremely rare.

Blindman couldn't say he was satisfied with this wife; he could only say that she was very suitable.

Having experienced so much as a devil, it was really too difficult to passionately fall in love with someone again.

People who had experienced too much would have numbed emotions, and their threshold would also be much higher.

Just like what Fourth Mother had said to Zheng Boye,

this old lady probably won't be interested in men in this lifetime, but only the Lord is the only one who doesn't disgust me.

Blindman had also pondered why everyone's lives had turned out like this;

In the end, he concluded that all of humanity's ethics and morals were calculated in centuries.

Actually, normal people don't live to be a hundred years old. Seventy years is about it, and in this era, the average lifespan would only be lower.

Therefore, with a limited and insufficient lifespan, life was divided into several extremely compact stages, and these stages were interconnected and even compatible.

When young, you had to hurry up and grow up, study; after adulthood, you had to hurry up and earn a living, support yourself, and at the same time, you had to find a spouse and reproduce your next generation. After the next generation came out, you would work hard for them again;

If you were lucky, by the time you reached the end, you would have saved enough money to buy yourself a coffin in advance.

Actually, the life of an ordinary person passed by quickly, so quickly that for most people, the feelings, love, and all sorts of emotions that you face can't even be distinguished. Is this really true, or is it just an inertia?

Just like between husband and wife, it was taken for granted that they loved each other, but not to mention this era, even in that familiar modern era, for two people to be able to look at each other and not get tired of each other was already a blessing.

Therefore, Blindman didn't think there was anything wrong with him not living a truly fulfilling life.

"Mister Bei."

Wolf Cub poked his head out from the courtyard wall.

Blindman came out of his thoughts and beckoned to Wolf Cub.

Zheng Fan had given Wolf Cub the name Zheng Man.

After starting school, Wolf Cub once felt that his name sounded bad, because his classmates kept calling him蠻子(man zi) (barbarian, savage).

Whether it was Yan people or Jin people, they were incredibly consistent when it came to racial discrimination.

Zheng Man didn't dare to ask Zheng Boye to change his name, because his name had been given to him by Zheng Boye, although Zheng Boye had been very casual when he chose the name back then.

So, he found Blindman here, and Blindman changed his name to "Zheng Shi."

However, a year later, Wolf Cub took the initiative to find Mister again and changed his name in the school society back to Zheng Man.

Blindman also knew about this matter.

Even adults would suffer when facing this kind of discrimination, but this child had come out of it in just a year, no longer ashamed of the word "Man," but instead proud of it.

One reason was that there were more and more蠻族(man zu) (barbarian tribe) soldiers in Zheng Fan's army;

The second reason was the story of Sha Tuo Queshi. He was very fascinated by the line "I was originally a savage in the desert."

Wolf Cub climbed over the wall and came to Blindman, saluting him in a proper manner:

"Mister Bei, the things you told me to do, I did them well, right?"

Blindman nodded,

and said:

"Good."

The Sword Saint had been out for many days.

"Then, can I go to the Chu campaign this time?"

"Yes."

"Haha." Zheng Man smiled happily.

"But I can't let you go to the front lines."

"I understand. Even if you just let me help brush the horses, I'm willing!"

"Mm."

"Thank you, Mister Bei. Thank you, Mister Bei."

Zheng Man gave another solemn salute and left the courtyard, climbing over the wall when he came, but walking through the gate when he left.

Just then, Yue Xin came over carrying two bowls of wontons and couldn't help but say:

"We should have asked this child to stay and eat with us."

Blindman shook his head and said, "He's restrained when eating with me. Let it be."

Yue Xin smiled. "Indeed."

She put down the bowls, distributed the spoons, and the young couple sat in the courtyard and ate their late-night snack together.

The soup was very fresh, the wonton skins were thin and the filling was thick and not greasy, and a few scallions were sprinkled on the surface of the bowl, adding a few drops of sesame oil. Fragrant.

Yue Xin said softly:

"That person's family has already reported to the authorities, saying he's been missing for many days."

Blindman nodded.

"Was it you who arranged it, husband?"

Blindman nodded again.

"Calculating him, if you leave traces, it might not look good."

Obviously, Yue Xin knew the Sword Saint's identity.

Of course, as long as you weren't stupid, you wouldn't fail to notice that the family who could live next to the Earl's Mansion could never be a pure lower-class family, right?

Furthermore, Yue Xin usually managed the accounts with Fourth Mother, had to go in and out of the Earl's Mansion every day, and had also met the Sword Saint.

"I'm just reminding him what he should be doing at this moment, helping him to clear his mind."

Blindman said unhurriedly.

"It's still dangerous. I've heard that his sword once killed the emperor of the Situ family."

"It was the head of the household."

"But what's the difference between that and an emperor?"

"It seems like there really is no difference."

"I just think that these kinds of people are not easy to control, husband. I'm worried about you; don't think I'm being long-winded."

"How could I? I know, I know."

He took a sip of the soup, and seeing that his wife still looked worried, Blindman smiled,

and said:

"I just let Wolf Cub encourage that Liu Dahu to sign up to go to the front lines."

"That list was still approved by Sister Feng after you had me find her."

"Mm, that's all I did, but I didn't know that the Sword Saint would go out of the city to help us kill the Chu spies."

"Husband, you didn't know?"

"He is the Sword Saint. How could I possibly control him? I only knew that he should do something. We are about to go to war. It would be a pity to keep him at home and not use him.

It would be a matter of a word for him to go to Fourth Mother in the Earl's Mansion, or to wait for the Lord to come back and find the Lord, but this time, he will definitely not be able to escape the expedition.

A gentleman can be deceived with righteousness. He is not a good man, but he is a gentleman.

However, he is more radical than I imagined. He is, after all, a sword practitioner, with a straightforward temper, no, can’t use the word ‘straightforward,’ should call it, free-minded.

Can pick it up, and put it down, and after putting it down, can still pick it up again at any time. Tsk, tsk."

"Husband is saying things I don't understand again."

"Just keep it in your heart and slowly savor it."

Just then, there was a knock at the door.

One knock, plus three consecutive knocks, one knock, plus three consecutive knocks.

There was an inquiry in between:

"Mister Bei, Mister Bei?"

"Come in."

Blindman put the last wonton in his mouth.

Xiao Yibo pushed open the door, stood at the door, and said, "Mister Bei, Boye asked this subordinate to bring you a message: Children should still read more."

"I know."

"Does Mister have anything that needs this subordinate to help relay to Boye?"

"No need, I'll go with you to the Earl's Mansion."

"Okay, Mister."

Blindman stood up and said to his wife, "I'll trouble you to clean up."

Usually,

Yue Xin cooked, and Blindman washed the dishes.

Blindman washed the dishes cleaner than normal people, because Blindman was a neat freak.

Of course, this was also a small pleasure in life. Since you're living as a human, you have to live with some humanity.

Yue Xin smiled and nodded,

handing Blindman a lantern.

Blindman took it,

and after walking out the door,

Xiao Yibo reached out and took the lantern from Blindman, leading the way in front.

"Mister Bei, the one next door just came back."

"Mm."

"Mister Bei, please watch your step; there's standing water here."

"Mm."

……

"Glug… glug… glug… glug…"

Liang Cheng took a large ladle, scooped fresh blood from a large bucket, and followed a bamboo pipe extending from the coffin's opening, all the way into the coffin.

Actually, it was possible to pour it directly into the coffin.

The reason for adding a long bamboo pipe as a guide was because the blood flowed through such a distance in the ice cellar, and when it flowed into the coffin, the temperature would be very pleasant, with a hint of coolness.

Some people just liked this kind of tone.

After scooping out most of the bucket, Liang Cheng walked to the side of the coffin and reached out to knock on it,

and asked:

"Should I freeze the remaining half a bucket for you?"

The coffin lid was slowly pushed open, revealing Ah Ming's face. He was clearly soaking in blood just a second ago, but after he sat up, there was not a single bloodstain on his body.

"Today's blood is good."

"I specially picked some savages who knew kung fu on the battlefield to bleed."

"You have a kind heart."

"You're welcome."

"When it's your turn to get injured next time, I'll be good to you too."

"You, are you cursing me?"

"Are you still afraid of being cursed?"

"That's right."

Ah Ming's arm propped up on the edge of the coffin and said, "There's going to be another war."

"What, tired of it?"

Ah Ming shook his head. "How could I be tired of such an interesting thing? The fireworks I admire the most are the withering of life in patches."

"Then you're not in a good mood."

"I've been lying down for too long, and I'm a little lazy from lying down. It's like finding the feeling of hibernation."

"It would be better to be shot with a few more arrows."

"Believe it or not, next time you're injured, I'll get a bunch of dead pigs next to you to provide you with evil qi?"

"I usually rarely get injured. You're by the Lord's side, and the Lord is... anyway, you get injured easily, so next time I can consider putting you in the pig blood sausage workshop in the city."

"I was joking."

"Me too."

Ah Ming turned around, took out a red wine glass from the coffin, and used his fingernails to take out the red wine preserved in the ice from the back of the coffin.

He poured half a glass,

gently shook it a few times, and took a sip.

Afterward,

He handed the glass to Liang Cheng.

Liang Cheng took the glass and drank it all in one gulp.

"Alas, among us here, besides Blindman, no one can appreciate wine. It's such a waste of my things."

"What about Fourth Mother?"

"Hers is a project."

"Continue to rest, there are still things in the military camp for me to handle."

"You're busy. I'll come out when it's time to leave for the Chu campaign."

"You rest."

………

"Hey, big guy, where did my master go? I'm so worried."

In the moonlight, the Sword Maid sat in the small courtyard, holding a handful of sunflower seeds and shelling them.

Fan Li scratched his head and said:

"Didn't see."

"I'm really worried."

"Good."

"Do you think Master is tired of life here and left without saying goodbye?"

"Won't."

"Why?"

"Feeling."

"I shouldn't have asked you."

"Right."

"Could it be that Master thinks I'm stupid and doesn't want me anymore?"

"Possible."

"..." Sword Maid.

The Sword Maid said angrily, "Shouldn't you say I'm very smart and talented? I'm a natural sword embryo, a sword embryo!"

"Good, sword embryo."

"..." Sword Maid.

Fan Li squatted down and began to use a huge whetstone to sharpen his axe.

"I say, big guy, why haven't you thought about marrying a wife?"

"Never thought about it."

"Why?"

"Women, troublesome."

"There are also women who aren't troublesome, look at Mister Feng, and look at the one at Mister Bei’s house. I think they're all very virtuous."

Hearing this, Fan Li frowned.

"What kind do you like? Come on, tell me, and I'll help you find one," the Sword Maid said enthusiastically.

Fan Li said: "Big butt, big breasts, big build."

The Sword Maid lowered her head, looked at herself, and said:

"Got it, there are plenty in the pigsty."

Fan Li grinned and smiled.

"I didn't expect you to be so superficial. None of you men are good people."

"Right." Fan Li agreed.

"I want to eat candied haws."

"Good."

"I want to eat He Chunlai's candied haws."

"Good."

Fan Li put down the axe, picked up the Sword Maid, and let her sit on his shoulders.

The two, one big and one small, went out.

A quarter of an hour later,

Chen Daole and He Chunlai, who were drinking in the official red light district in Xuehai Pass, had just finished their drinking session and had just said some "sad autumn wind" words, were leading the sisters they had picked to their rooms to rest.

The two of them had never been to this kind of place in Xuehai Pass before.

But ever since they were taken to Yanjing by Zheng Boye last time,

They were both a little depressed;

In Yanjing,

The two were sent by Blindman to deliver goods into the palace.

At the palace gate,

The two looked at each other.

Two passionate men who had once been committed to opposing Yan and restoring Jin,

Did nothing.

Because they did nothing, that's why they felt the worst.

But after coming back, they had to continue doing the work they should do.

Today, the army returned in triumph, and they were able to take a vacation, so they came to drink together.

After drinking too much wine, people get a little dizzy. In the midst of the dizziness, some things just go with the flow.

Identity,

Status,

Future,

Restoring the country,

Seemed to be broken into pieces, section by section, by the young but experienced girl beside them, falling all over the ground. When stepped on, it seemed to "creak."

Chen Daole was in the room, taking off his clothes, when he suddenly heard a noise from next door, followed by a woman's scream.

He quickly got up to check the situation. There would be many people causing trouble in red light districts in other places, but no one would dare to cause trouble in Xuehai Pass, because this was the Earl's Mansion's property, and there was only one in the entire city, no branches.

Chen Daole pushed open the door,

Saw Fan Li walking out with He Chunlai, who had already taken off his top, tucked under his left arm.

He Chunlai's face was red, not because of the wine;

Anyone who was suddenly pulled up at that time and asked to make candied haws would be in pain, right?

Chen Daole wanted to laugh, and he did laugh.

The identity that was hidden at the beginning has led to such a large karma. Why did you pretend to be a candied haws vendor in the first place?

Moreover, your candied haws are so delicious.

The Sword Maid, who was sitting on Fan Li's shoulders, said angrily:

"See, none of you men are good people."

……

Blindman entered the Earl's Mansion and saw Zheng Boye sitting on the steps.

After approaching,

Blindman sat down next to Zheng Boye.

"Smoke," Zheng Boye said.

Blindman took out a cigarette and handed one to Zheng Boye.

The two lit them together.

Two cigarette butts, flickering dimly.

"Lord, the Sword Saint is inside?" Blindman asked.

"Do you need to ask me?"

Blindman said seriously, "Some people can't be detected casually. It'll make you blind."

Zheng Boye asked suspiciously, "Are you still afraid of going blind?"

"Lord, what is the Sword Saint doing inside?"

"In enlightenment."

Zheng Boye was too embarrassed to say that after he was灌鸡汤(guan ji tang) (fed chicken soup), he started to enlighten.

Blindman frowned, then smiled.

Zheng Boye immediately said, "Jealous?"

Because Zheng Fan knew that Blindman hadn't leveled up yet. In fact, he had hinted many times that Blindman could work hard, but Blindman always seemed very calm.

Magic Pill was just as calm.

As for Xue San, who had always wanted to work hard, he was thousands of miles away.

Blindman nodded and said, "Yes."

Zheng Boye found a confidant,

Reached out and put his arm around Blindman's shoulders,

With a cigarette in his hand, he pointed to the house behind him,

and said:

"I feel that being with people who always have the protagonist's script makes me feel more and more like I'm just a supporting character."

"Does the Lord also have this feeling?"

"Your feigned surprise really doesn't fit your character."

"What's this subordinate's character?"

"Even if there's something you don't understand at all, you can pretend to be sure of yourself."

"The Lord's misunderstanding of this subordinate is really deep."

"I'm not joking with you. Tell me, I practice martial arts on weekdays. It's not like I'm practicing to death, but in the end, I haven't been lazy."

"Actually, the Lord's progress has already been very fast. We're not in a hurry. Furthermore, we're still young. The Lord, you're still young. Just like how a newborn's age starts from the first day they come into this world, according to this calculation;

Lord, and all of us, are actually not yet five years old.

A group of children under five years old have established Xuehai Pass, and have more than 20,000 elite cavalry under their command. Lord, you're already a Sixth Rank expert before you're five years old. Where in this world can you find a second martial arts genius like you?"

Hearing this, Zheng Boye patted Blindman on the back and said with emotion:

"So, you still need to be highly cultured. Look at the angle you flatter me from, it's always so novel."

"The Lord is praising me too much."

"So, I'm very curious. Why aren't you in a hurry to level up this time?

San'er is too far away, and there's no use in being anxious; as for Magic Pill, I know why it's not in a hurry;

But what about you?"

"Actually, this subordinate also has reasons. This subordinate also wants to open his heart to the Lord."

"Then open it. No matter what secrets you have, or even what fetishes, I can understand them all, and I can accept them all. After all, you're not Magic Pill."

"But this subordinate's heart is empty."

"What do you mean?"

"Lord, this subordinate, means just that."

"But you're the most serious when you do things, you have the most drive, and you want to rebel the most."

This was universally acknowledged.

Blindman smiled and said:

"Lord, this subordinate feels that working seriously, pursuing progress, and striving for the best possible results are not secrets, and they are not even things that can't be brought to the table;

This subordinate believes that these qualities are things that all human beings should have."

Zheng Boye sighed and said:

"I feel like you're scolding me."

"This subordinate wouldn't dare."

"Then keep talking."

"This subordinate doesn't know what he wants to do, only knows to seriously do the things in front of him. That's what I did in Hutou City for the first six months, when the Lord hadn't awakened yet. This subordinate only did one business, getting the first pot of gold for Fourth Mother and opening a restaurant;

Afterward,

This subordinate sat in front of the restaurant for six months, sunbathing, and didn't do another deal."

"Doesn't selling talisman water count?"

"The Lord still remembers?"

"I wonder if that Commandant's wife has remarried."

"Ding Hao once sent her a sum of money. She should be doing well."

This time, it was Zheng Fan's turn to be surprised. He said:

"You know this too?"

"Know."

"Okay, keep talking."

"Actually, this subordinate is very lazy. I've been a person, I've been a ghost, and I've been neither human nor ghost;

And it's precisely because I don't know what to do, and I don't know what I want to do, that I urgently want to do the things in front of me in the best possible way, to the extreme.

For example, the Lord, according to this development route, if you don't sit on the dragon throne in the end, this subordinate feels it would be a pity.

Therefore, this subordinate's enthusiasm is to not let himself stop. Once I stop, I have to think, what do I want to do