Chapter 1 The Blind Man's "View"

The blind man tore at the flatbread in his hand, his attention focused on his surroundings. Several groups of people emerged from the guest rooms on the second floor. Their footsteps were light, obviously skilled in qinggong (light body technique), and though their faces remained natural, their bodies were clearly prepared for any sudden event.

The blind man sighed,

Looking at the crumbled pieces of flatbread he had just torn into his bowl, he hesitated about asking the owner to add more hot broth.

Sitting downstairs like this might be dangerous later, but he was reluctant to give up his "achievements".

The blind man was not one to court trouble, nor did he like to watch the excitement, so he finally picked up the bowl, stood up, walked to the counter, found a waiter, and gave him a piece of silver:

"Add broth and more scallions and cilantro, and send it to my room."

"Alright, sir, you wait, it will be delivered shortly."

The blind man clapped his hands in satisfaction and walked up the stairs.

At this moment, the brawny man who had shouted "bastard" earlier, after hearing the swordsman holding the child admit that he was a bastard, laughed loudly:

"Brother, you're really wearing the hat well, could it be that your woman ran away with someone else, leaving you a souvenir that isn't yours?"

The swordsman didn't respond, because the crying of the child in his arms was already a little hoarse.

The swordsman said to the waiter beside him:

"Do you have goat's milk?"

"Oh, sir, we don't have that prepared in our shop. If you go further east, you might find some. It is said that there has just been a war there, and they have plundered countless cattle and sheep from the snowfields."

The swordsman shook his head helplessly,

And said:

"Do you have rice porridge?"

"Please wait a moment, sir, I will tell the kitchen to cook some."

"Hey, why bother so much, just call a big-bosomed girl from the red tent to feed the child and you'll have some, right?" the brawny man shouted again.

Someone at the next table said:

"There's no milk in that field."

"It doesn't matter, I'll plant the field first, and then nurse the child, hahaha..."

The blind man, who had just gone up to the second floor from the stairs, shook his head slightly. This level of troublemaking was too awkward, deliberately creating hatred for the sake of creating hatred, too low-level.

The work of people in the martial world was still too rough.

The blind man couldn't help but focus his attention on the group of people on the second floor standing by the railing as if they were "keeping watch". This group was obviously a bit higher class, but how to say it, they were still a bit too deliberate.

On the other hand, the blind man inexplicably developed some expectations for the swordsman who was holding the child and looking for food for him.

Child or no child, the blind man didn't care. What exactly was going on, the blind man didn't really care either. He was just a spectator, a blind spectator.

Below, the swordsman was still clumsily coaxing the child. It could be seen that the swordsman had never taken care of a child before, and his posture for holding the child was also wrong, but it was undeniable that, aside from the swordsman's own admission of being a "bastard," he was quite concerned about the child.

The blind man yawned. It seemed that because the swordsman no longer responded, the troublemaking man couldn't continue, so the plot below fell into some kind of stagnation.

But soon, the first man left his table, walked over, and roared:

"Cry, cry, your crying is killing my brain, get out of here!"

Saying that,

The man reached out to grab the child.

The blind man shook his head and sighed. Ruined, ruined. Since he was going to directly tear off his face and start fighting, why bother taking off his pants to fart in the first place?

At this moment, the blind man clearly noticed that the people beside him silently put their hands into their sleeves.

Okay,

The blind man turned around, opened his guest room door, and walked in.

Then, through the door,

He continued to "watch the show."

The man grabbed the baby and took it directly from the swordsman.

It was a bit rough and reckless, but strangely, after the child fell into the man's hands, he stopped crying.

The swordsman was slightly surprised,

Then he became a little angry.

He had coaxed him for so long, but the child was still crying non-stop. Why did he stop crying when someone else took him?

It was hard to say whether the child simply didn't like the swordsman, or was simply bullying the weak and fearing the strong.

The brawny man grabbed the baby, pulled open the cotton cloth wrapped around the child, seemingly checking the size of the child.

Immediately,

The brawny man yelled at the swordsman:

"Hey, this bastard is actually close to me. How about this, I'll raise this bastard for you."

After saying that,

The man turned around and walked back with the child in his arms.

The swordsman was still sitting there, not knowing what he was thinking.

The blind man in the guest room on the second floor frowned slightly.

Was that the end of it?

He had built up expectations for so long, and that was all he got to see?

Boring, boring,

He should have gone to bed earlier to hurry on his way.

At this time, the waiter brought the blind man's bowl of "paomo (flatbread soaked in soup)" to the second floor and knocked on the blind man's door.

"Come in."

The waiter walked in very diligently, placed the sea bowl in front of the blind man, which was covered with scallions and cilantro, making it look pleasing.

Just as the blind man was about to start eating, the guest room door was pushed open, and an old man led a young girl in.

The old and young were dressed more lively than beggars, and more shabby than merchants.

"Noble, my old man's daughter is hungry, may I..."

The old man pointed to the bowl of paomo in front of the blind man.

They had come to beg for food.

The little girl also put her index finger in her mouth, making a "I'm cute and I'm a little hungry" gesture.

Honestly, if they met someone else, whether they were truly kind or harboring ulterior motives, they would give them the bowl of paomo. It wasn't worth much money anyway.

But this bowl of paomo contained the blind man's "labor", it was torn little by little by himself.

The blind man took out some silver from his sleeve and placed it on the table, saying:

"I'm sorry, I'm very hungry. Please take this little girl to the shop and find some more food. Use the remaining money to open a room and rest."

At this moment, those who appeared here were definitely not ordinary people. The blind man understood this very well, so he had to be polite.

Who knew that the old man would shake his head and say:

"No, no, we won't be able to eat in peace downstairs later."

The old man sat down on his own, took out a broken bowl from his arms, placed it on the table, and looked at the blind man with anticipation.

"Noble, please have mercy on my orphaned old and young, alas, life is not easy."

The blind man raised his hat upwards, allowing his eyes to look directly at the old man,

Said:

"Please also have mercy on me, a disabled person."

"..." The old man.

"Oh, he's actually blind." The girl exclaimed, then climbed onto the chair and said to the blind man, "When I saw you coming upstairs earlier, I didn't realize you couldn't see at all."

The girl's voice was very nice, with a lively and crisp quality.

The blind man sighed and poured some of the paomo from his sea bowl into the old man's broken bowl.

"Thank you, noble, thank you, noble."

The old man immediately thanked him, and at the same time moved the bowl in front of the girl, and took out a pair of chopsticks from his sleeve and handed them to the girl.

The girl was not polite and started eating with her head down, showing that she was indeed hungry.

Immediately after,

The old man took out a wine gourd from his arms, pulled out the stopper, picked up the teacup upside down on the guest room table, poured two cups of wine, and sent one cup to the blind man.

"Noble, you treat my granddaughter to a meal, and I'll treat you to a drink."

It was a pity that the blind man was not a bold person. In terms of cherishing his life, the blind man had always been comparable to his lord, Zheng Fan.

"Thank you, old man, but I have to rest later and hurry on my way, so I won't drink the wine."

"Afraid it's poisoned?" The old man asked with a smile.

"Yes."

"That's right, you have to be careful when you're out and about."

Saying that, the old man began to drink alone.

The blind man began to eat.

And during this time,

The situation downstairs also quieted down.

The child brought in by the swordsman was taken away by the brawny man, and the swordsman didn't ask for him back. Instead, he ordered some food and sat there eating and drinking.

When the shopkeeper sent the rice porridge, the swordsman pointed to the man's side with his chopsticks, and the shopkeeper sent the rice porridge over.

Upstairs,

After the old man drank two cups alone,

A faint red appeared on his cheeks,

Looking askance at the blind man,

Said:

"Noble, do you know that today will not be peaceful here."

The blind man shook his head and said:

"It has nothing to do with me."

"Alas, since you didn't drink my old man's wine, I still owe you a favor. How about this, if anything happens later, I can protect you."

Half a bowl of paomo in exchange for a life, that was worth it, but the blind man said:

"Old man, just sit here and don't go anywhere. I still have some oranges here. You can peel them and eat them slowly. If you don't leave this guest room, I can protect you too."

The old man frowned slightly, for a moment he was unable to grasp whether the "blind man" in front of him was joking or really implying something.

In the martial world, all sorts of people were mixed together. There were those who relied on their mouths to talk nonsense and make a fortune, and there were also those who were truly hidden masters in disguise.

On the other hand, the girl, having just eaten something, became energetic and shouted at the blind man:

"Hey, blind man, do you know who my grandfather is?"

The blind man was already lying on the bed and replied:

"A master."

The girl was choked.

Introducing her grandfather's identity was originally her favorite thing to do. Watching the other person's eyes become surprised and their expression become flattering was also so pleasing, but the blind man in front of her completely refused to help her build a ladder and even climbed up first!

"Alas."

The old man sighed,

Said:

"Noble, this old man is also in the martial world and can't help himself."

The blind man stopped talking and was too lazy to say anything. He turned his body to the inside, preparing to sleep, regardless of whether the old and young had left his guest room.

Just at this moment,

The peace below was broken,

The brawny man, holding the child, got up with several companions, not even intending to feed the rice porridge, and was about to leave the post station.

Who knew that suddenly a tall woman stood up, patted her chest, and said:

"I have milk, so it's best to let the child eat a little before setting off. If such a small baby is hungry, something big could happen."

The brawny man holding the baby scolded directly:

"Go back and nurse your man!"

Saying that, he was about to leave.

"Shua!"

In an instant,

A group of people beside the woman drew their weapons and directly surrounded him.

The brawny man, holding the child, looked around, without fear, but snorted coldly, saying:

"Oh, you want to fight? Come on, grandpa wasn't scared!"

In the guest room on the second floor, the girl shouted at the blind man who seemed to have fallen asleep;

"Hey, blind man, it's getting lively downstairs, don't you want to listen?"

The blind man waved his hand, indicating that he was too lazy to listen, but in fact he had been "watching".

The girl, however, did not want to give up and said:

"Do you know who that man who shouted is? Ding Heng, a hero from Jin, the Decapitating Saber, a fifth-rank martial artist, who wields a broadsword with superb skill."

The blind man rolled his eyes in his heart, what a strange name.

"Do you know that woman who spoke earlier wanting to help nurse the child? Her name is Cui Linfeng, the second leader of Xishui Fort, who is good at using the mother-and-son throwing knives and also good at giving birth. It is said that she already has eight children."

"Do you know..."

The blind man was annoyed,

And directly said:

"Then do you know who that person who came in holding the child earlier is?"

As soon as these words came out,

Not only did the girl's eyes widen,

Even the old man immediately looked at the blind man, his eyes revealing surprise and suspicion;

Inside the guest room, a pin drop could be heard.

"I'm afraid I'll scare you if I say it."

The old man couldn't help swallowing;

The girl clenched her fists;

The blind man slowly said again:

"I don't know either."

"..." The old man.

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