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Chen Ping'an immediately used the tactic that he had just learned from Old General Lü, acting stupid and playing dumb as if he hadn't heard the hint of ridicule in the old Daoist priest's words. After Chen Ping'an took another swig of wine, the old Daoist priest had already vanished from the small courtyard without a trace.
The old Daoist priest was mysterious and elusive, and there was absolutely nothing that Chen Ping'an could do about this.
Dawn arrived, and the skinny little girl sleeping against the door of the firewood shed had already woken up. The wealthy person in white was walking around the courtyard with his eyes closed, as if he was blind. One hand was open in front of his abdomen and facing the sky, while one hand was clenched into a fist and resting in front of his chest. His steps were extremely small, and he was walking extremely slowly.
It was as if he were debating whether he should slam his fist into his palm. The skinny little girl waited in boredom, and she always had the nagging feeling that he would eventually strike his palm.
It would be great if this person were truly blind. If he slammed his fist down and accidentally destroyed his other hand with a crack, then that would be even better.
The skinny little girl chuckled. However, afraid that the person in white would see through her thoughts, she immediately wiped the smile from her face and put on a stern expression, purposely yawning as well to conceal her chuckle.
Chen Ping'an opened his eyes and exited the strange stance, one which he had learned from Ding Ying through the process of imitation. He was only assuming this stance because he felt like the lightning technique—which he had obtained from that blind old Daoist priest with two disciples after facing off against the female ghost in the wedding dress—required him to forcefully strike his acupoints with his fist.
This was slightly similar to Ding Ying's situation.
Chen Ping'an didn't look at the skinny little girl, nor did he stop walking forward. He continued to focus his fist intent on the Mountain Peak stance that Zhong Qiu had comprehended as he instructed, "Go and check Cao Qinglang's private school to see if it's reopened yet. If the teacher is still absent, then ask the nearby neighbors when the school is going to reopen."
The skinny little girl haggled with Chen Ping'an,...
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