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Chapter 29 Departure to Play the Big World, Er Blind Ma 【Happy Chinese New Year】

Wenwan Dashijie is an antique street in Jianghai District.

It used to be called Sanbao Road, and it was one of the larger antique streets in the city during the years when the black market was popular.

Later, after picking up the missing routines and ignoring them, Sanbao Road was changed into a trading market mainly for cultural toys.

On the contrary, there are fewer antique shops and antique stalls, replaced by more fashionable cultural and antique shops.

For example, all kinds of walnuts and gourds are so shiny.

There are also bracelets, stationery ink treasures, book sets and so on.

In addition, there are shops selling sandalwood.

Young people seldom go to Wenwan World to buy things, and they all know how deep the water is here.

When the hype was crazy in the past few years, the prices of Wenwan items hit new highs repeatedly.

It's even crazier than collecting antiques.

Zong Ze didn't know much about it, nor was he interested.

For him, if he has the money to buy these things, he might as well go out for a meal!

However, since the opportunity appeared in Wenwan Street, he must make a trip tomorrow.

This is a chance event marked with a time period.

He is limited to arrive at the designated booth within Chenshi, that is, between 7:8 and 59:[-] tomorrow morning.

Zong Ze got ready to go to rest after he knew it.

He set the alarm clock on his phone to fire three bursts, starting at 6:25, every 10 minutes.

This can effectively prevent oversleeping, even if one alarm clock is turned off in a hazy state, there are still two behind it!
After he was done, he took off his coat and pants in a numb manner, and went directly to bed.

The medicinal solution for traumatic injuries and blood stasis smeared on the body exudes a faint medicinal smell.

Zong Ze took a shower twice yesterday, and now he doesn't bother to take a shower, so he just seized the time to get a good night's sleep.

……

After more than five hours.

The first alarm clock set on the phone rang.

Zong Ze turned over and turned off the alarm clock with one swipe.

Ten minutes later, the second alarm clock sounded. At this time, Zongze was much more energetic. He picked up the phone in a daze, glanced at the time, and suddenly became jittery, remembering the business to be done today.

He quickly sat up and leaned on the bed to wake himself up.

Two minutes later, the look in his eyes became brighter, he slowly rolled over and got out of bed, and walked into the bathroom first with his slippers on.

He took out the laundry tub against the wall, threw the change of clothes in the basket into the tub, and scrubbed quickly.

After he finished washing his clothes, brushing his teeth and washing his face, it was already 7:14.

Once fully dressed, he was ready to go.

As soon as he opened the door, he saw a figure standing upright at the door.

Zong Ze was caught off guard and was taken aback!

"Fuck!"

But the figure in front of him tilted his head in doubt.

"what?"

"Isn't this 204?"

Hearing him speak, Zong Ze regained his composure.

The figure standing in front of him was a blind man wearing sunglasses and a cane.

This blind man was also a tenant of the Yu family's small building, and Zong Ze had met him a few times when going up and down the stairs in the past year.

This guy is really blind and holds a disability certificate. People from the community and the Disabled Persons' Federation will come to condolences during the holidays.

Seeing what he said, it seems that he went wrong?

"No, this is 304."

"You've gone up an extra floor."

Zong Ze politely reminded.

Suddenly, the blind man on the second floor showed a dazed expression.

"Oh…"

"Sorry, I went wrong."

After finishing speaking, he turned around and prepared to go downstairs with his blind stick on.

"Do you need me to help you down?"

Seeing his trembling steps, Zong Ze couldn't help asking.

But the blind man waved his hand.

"No, I still have no problem going up and down the stairs."

"You are busy."

The blind man replied politely with a clear tone.

After speaking, he left without looking back.

In the same place, Zong Ze stood silently, as if thinking about something.

It wasn't until the blind man had gone downstairs that he whispered to himself.

"Isn't it?"

"It's been a year, and I don't think I've seen him miss the room!"

"Forget it, leave him alone, anyway, there is nothing else in the room except a computer."

Zong Ze curled his lips and stopped thinking about the blind man.

He walked downstairs quickly and walked directly into the alley from outside the venue.

Today's weather is not very good, the cold wind has not stopped since last night.

The bitter cold made Zongze pull on his coat.

After walking to the street, he bought an omelette with sausage on the side of the road.

Grabbing the hot omelette, I walked to the bus stop, ready to take the bus to Wenwan World.

……

At the same time, on the second floor of Yu's small building.

Blind Ma Er has already returned to his rented house.

It is also a one-bedroom layout, but this guy just stuffed an Eight Immortals table into the room.

There is a small copper stove and a hexagram pot on the table.

Now he is sitting on the bench next to the Eight Immortals table, stretching out his hands to stroke the mustache around his lips, but there is a smile on his face.

"It's not in vain that I felt it all night."

"It seems that the boy is indeed a monk."

"It's really surprising. The vitality of the world is so thin today, how many young monks are still walking in the city?"

"But speaking of it, it seems that since yesterday evening, the Qi channels in the body have suddenly become a little more active?"

"Go and ask the old yellow head and the others later..."

"The next step is to find a way to get close to that kid."

"Look at how he got the inheritance."

Blind Ma Er shook his head thinking.

To be honest, in this world, cultivators and warriors are useless.

The first is social intolerance, and the second is heaven and earth intolerance.

Changes in the vitality of the heavens and the earth have led to the dynasties of the inheritance of Taoism, and the acupoints of warriors have dried up.

In layman's terms, it means that both the hardware and the system have been updated.

Old software naturally cannot adapt and run.

But in any case, decline is already a reality.

Strictly speaking, Ma Er blind man can be regarded as a monk with a half bucket of water.

In the early years, by chance, I got a copy of practice skills and incomplete inheritance.

He stumbled to the seventh floor of the Qi Refining Period.

If Zong Ze could see his attributes, he would find that his comprehension and innate and acquired roots had reached above 80 points, and he could be regarded as a cultivation genius properly.

It is precisely because of his good talent that he managed to cultivate to the current level under such harsh conditions.

And because he is a casual cultivator, he lacks pills and spiritual weapons, so he stumbles and stumbles when practicing, and he depends on trial and error.

He was accidentally blinded because of a practice practice, and learned the skills of divination and divination from an old blind man, barely making ends meet.

In this era, low-level immortal cultivators and warriors have no use at all.

Can you fly over eaves and walls, pick leaves and fly flowers, can you block six clean armor-piercing bullets?

Especially Ma Er blind man doesn't even have a defensive spirit weapon!

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