Perhaps He Truly Was an Extraordinary Man

Chen Xun had taken it to heart, but Zhou Guang Dai and Zhou Guang Han had not.

He Ling often went to see them. Zhou Guang Dai asked her about matters of learning, while Zhou Guang Han was a little more unruly.

She simply liked keeping He Ling company and often played with Big Black Ox and Little Crimson. Carefree and without any great ambitions in her heart, she only yearned for the wandering world of jianghu. She was very innocent.

"Second Sister, Third Sister, let's go home."

Zhou Guang Yi looked at Little Crimson on the ground and smiled. "Little Crimson, you should hurry home too. It's getting late."

"Woof woof~" Little Crimson shot the little brats a disdainful glance, then sprang up onto the wall in a single leap.

Bang bang~~!

"Ah! That damn Little Crimson has come into my courtyard to steal chickens again?!"

"Drive it down!"

"Woof woof woof!"

Little Crimson bared its teeth in laughter and even let loose a few foul, thunderous farts toward the ground. Chickens flapped and dogs barked all along its path, and in an instant, it had stirred the alley into a lively uproar.

Zhou Guang Yi and the others pointed into the distance and laughed heartily as well. They were all children at heart, and slowly made their way home.

Outside the alley.

Old Blind Man was also slowly packing up his painting stand. Though a bout had just taken place nearby, for some reason, this place had not been affected in the slightest. Not even the sheets of paper had been disturbed.

He rolled up quite a few things and leaned on a rotten walking stick as he slowly made his way into the alley. Yet his posture was far straighter than before.

What Old Blind Man