Nine Realms Mortal Immortals

Fang Chen walked on a walking stick step by step into the yard where Blacksmith Zhao once lived. Someone inside heard the noise and immediately came out and looked at Fang Chen with vigilant eyes:

"There are people living here. It's not a place for beggars. If you don't have a place, go to the City God's Temple."

"Zhao Shi and Zhao Yu, who are you?"

Fang Chen said softly.

"Do you recognize my grandfather? Zhao Shi is my grandfather, and Zhao Yu is my aunt."

"Where are they?"

"All dead."

"Where are your parents?"

"Dead too."

The other party stared at Fang Chen for a while. When she saw Fang Chen's pupils turning gray-white, she seemed to remember something and exclaimed:

"You, are you the blind grandpa that my grandpa was talking about?"

"May I have your name."

"My name is Zhao Jixiang."

An hour later, Fang Chen finished washing up, and Zhao Jixiang brought him Zhao Shi's old clothes. Although they were very worn, they were at least clean.

"Grandpa, blind man, when my grandpa said...that you personally avenged my great-great-grandfather's revenge?"

Zhao Jixiang looked at Fang Chen cautiously. The old man in front of him looked like he had half of his feet in the coffin. He didn't look like the great hero her grandfather said he was.

With just one stick, he killed twenty or thirty people!

"It doesn't look like it."

Fang Chen smiled: "How old are you this year?"

"Me? I must be seven years old..."

Zhao Jixiang pondered for a while and said.

"Tell me how your grandfather died, and how your parents died."

Fang Chen said softly.

Zhao Jixiang's eyes suddenly dimmed a bit, and a trace of hatred flashed in his eyes: "They were forced to death by the Hei family."

"Hei family?"

Fang Chen thought of a person and counted the time. He was already in his thirties and forties back then. Now more than sixty years have passed and he has died even after thinking about it.

"They said that my great-grandfather worked for a big shot in the world and received a reward. The treasure must be hidden in our house and we should hand it over.

Grandpa couldn't hand over the treasure, so he was beaten to death. "

Zhao Jixiang gritted his teeth.

After maybe a cup of tea, Fang Chen was already convinced that the Hei family mentioned by Zhao Jixiang was passed down by Third Master Hei.

"Is there anything to eat? I haven't eaten well these years and my body is not strong anymore."

Fang Chen said suddenly.

Zhao Jixiang's face turned slightly red, and he pinched the corner of his clothes awkwardly: "Blind Grandpa, I just finished eating... If you are hungry, I will go to the river outside the city to catch some fish. I am best at this."

"Well, I have to eat better so that I can build up some strength."

A smile appeared on Fang Chen's face.

For a long time in the future, Zhao Jixiang would always take Fang Chen with his stick to the river outside the city to catch fish.

After catching it, he would roast it on the spot or make soup. In his spare time, Fang Chen would ask Zhao Jixiang to hold a wooden stick and teach her how to practice swordsmanship.

The cycle starts again and again, and three years have passed before I knew it.

In three years, Fang Chen has shown his age, but Zhao Jixiang's height has greatly increased. Although he is only ten years old, he looks the same as someone who is twelve or thirteen years old.

On this day, Zhao Jixiang went into the water as usual, while Fang Chen stayed on the shore.

Suddenly a group of people dressed as servants came, led by a gloomy-looking nobleman.

He looked at Fang Chen, with a look of disgust on his face, and asked the people around him:

"That wild girl comes here every day to catch fish?"

"Yes, young master, this old blind man is with her."

A servant said with a respectful expression.

The noble young master immediately looked at Fang Chen, "Old blind man, where is that wild girl? Call her out."

"What are you going to do!"

Suddenly there was an angry scolding from the river. Zhao Jixiang grabbed a big and lively fish and stared at the noble master.

"Yo ho."

The noble prince's eyes lit up: "You wild girl has grown up a lot in the past few years."

Zhao Jixiang quickly swam to the shore, picked up a wooden stick and stared at the noble master:

"What on earth are you going to do!"

Seeing Zhao Jixiang's appearance, everyone laughed.

The noble prince smiled and said, "You want to hit me with this stick? Come on, hit me here."

He stuck his head over.

Zhao Jixiang said coldly: "Tell me what exactly you are going to do."

"What to do? If you don't hand over the treasure that the big shot gave to your father, I will dig your father's graves, but... if you are willing to be my little wife, maybe I will consider it again. "

The noble prince smiled.

Only then did Zhao Jixiang recognize that the other party was from the Hei family. He gritted his teeth in anger and squeezed the wooden stick in his hand tightly.

"I'll give you a day to think about it. Come to the door tomorrow by yourself. Don't let me invite you in person."

The noble prince gave a cruel laugh and turned around to leave. Before leaving, he even kicked over the iron pot that Zhao Jixiang had prepared in advance.

"Little girl, can't you bear it anymore?"

Fang Chen suddenly laughed.

Zhao Jixiang's tears flowed down his face, "Grandpa, I just wanted to beat him to death."

"Bake the fish. We'll go to Hei's house tomorrow. We might die, but I don't think you're afraid."

Fang Chen smiled.

There was a hint of worry in Zhao Jixiang's eyes, but it was not for herself. She whispered:

"Grandpa, your body and bones..."

"After three years of raising him, although he has aged a lot, his strength has returned a bit, which is almost enough."

"That……"

"No nonsense, grilled fish, I'm hungry."

"yes……"

The next day, Zhao Jixiang cut his hair short with scissors and looked at the basin. He looked like a tomboy.

"Grandpa, why do you want to cut your hair short? It looks so ugly."

Zhao Jixiang asked.

Fang Chen smiled and said, "If someone catches you with your hair that is too long, wouldn't it become a flaw for you? You are still weak now, so if you can, you will have as few flaws as you can."

"Yes..."

Zhao Jixiang seemed to understand.

Then she took Fang Chen on a walking stick and walked toward Hei's house. When passing an intersection, Fang Chen suddenly stopped in his steps and showed a faint smile on his face.

"Grandpa, what's wrong with you?"

"It's nothing. I've always had a guess in my mind, but now it's been confirmed."

Fang Chen smiled lightly.

Not far away, there were six figures standing. These six people stood motionless at the busiest intersection, and then walked towards the teahouse next door not long after.

Zhao Jixiang didn't understand what Fang Chen was talking about, so when he saw that Fang Chen kept silent, he continued to lead him forward.

"Old blind man, if you're blind, don't go out and wander around. Are you trying to extort money!? Be careful, I'll beat you to death!"

A passerby accidentally bumped into Fang Chen, but ended up yelling at him.

Zhao Jixiang quickly apologized, and the passerby left angrily.

Not long after, the two came to a magnificent mansion.

"Jixiang, do you believe in reincarnation in the world?"

Fang Chen said suddenly.

"Reincarnation? Will there be one?"

Zhao Jixiang was stunned for a moment.

"I hope so... maybe grandpa can see you again in the future."

Fang Chen gently touched her head, and then knocked on the door with his crutch.

"Who is it? Oh, it's you, a wild girl. What are you doing with an old blind man? Tell him to get out!"

A ferocious servant opened the door and cursed after seeing the appearance of the two men.

puff!

A wooden stick pierced his throat. The servant stared at Fang Chen in disbelief, opened his mouth and then died.

Zhao Jixiang stared at this scene blankly.

It wasn't until this moment that she discovered that the blind grandfather, who had always been very kind, actually had the power of thunder.

The two slowly walked into the house, and the news spread quickly.

"Master, ancestor, it's not good, it's not good, someone is killing people in our house!"

"What are you doing? Don't scare our ancestors."

The current head of the Hei family snorted coldly, and then looked at the old man sitting in the rocking chair next to him.

The old man was already very old. He did not raise his eyelids when he heard the movement, but asked softly:

"Who came to our Hei family to kill someone?"

"Yes, he is a blind man. The wooden stick in his hand is very scary. If he pokes it, he will die!"

"blind!?"

There was a noble prince standing next to the ancestor. He was furious when he heard these words. However, before he could speak, the ancestor suddenly opened his eyes, with a trace of uncertainty flashing in his turbid eyes:

"Blind man? Stick?"