The night was dark and the wind high, blowing fiercely.
It looked like rain.
Spring rain was as precious as oil, and the villagers felt that even the wind tasted sweet.
Before long, rain began to fall, pattering and rattling like beans.
It soaked the village roads and the rooftops.
Every household had gone to bed early.
Li Ping'an had not gone to sleep.
With his current energy, going a whole month without sleep would not affect him in the slightest.
Li Ping'an simply enjoyed the feeling of sleeping.
But to improve the efficiency of his cultivation, he cultivated until around the fourth night watch every night.
Clear footsteps reached his ears.
"This is the place," Old Cai's voice rang out. "That blind man lives here."
Just then, a bandit named Skinny Monkey suddenly spoke with some concern.
"Boss, how does a blind man have so much money? Could he be some kind of hidden master?"
"A hidden master?"
The burly man kicked him. "You've been reading too many storybooks!"
Skinny Monkey said, "Don't they always say that out in the martial world, the less capable someone looks, the less you should underestimate them?"
Everyone sneered.
"Who cares what he can do?"
They laughed disdainfully.
Who cared what he could do? No matter how good your kung fu, you still feared a kitchen knife.
However fine your fighting skills, one brick would lay you flat.
Skinny Monkey rubbed his hands together, unable to shake his unease.
"Boss, how about I keep watch outside?"
The burly man glanced at him. "Coward! I'm telling you, if you stay outside, don't blame me when you don't get any of the good stuff!"
Skinny Monkey nodded. "Of course, of course."
For some reason, his heart was pounding.
Forget it. Compared with money...
His life