Chang Geng had been meticulously practicing martial arts since he was small. There were plenty of military households at the frontier, thus there was no shortage of children who practiced martial arts. But these things took hard work, and a majority of the children only learned a few moves, mediocre and half-hearted. Only Chang Geng, from when he first began learning, had always brought his sword to the Generals' Slope and practiced on his own every day, working hard for years without a break. His perseverance was incredible.

To this day, Chang Geng was still not quite fourteen years old, but he was already able to carry a thirty-kilogram sword with one hand. Although Chang Geng knew the difference between right and wrong, and never participated in fighting with the little urchins, every one of those children were inexplicably afraid of him.

Chang Geng listened, but did not take the words to heart. He smiled and said: "How old am I already, what am I grabbing those snacks for?"

Ge Pang Xiao persistently said, "I already requested it from Teacher Shen, and he even nodded. For the next few days, we can have a break."

Chang Geng put his hands behind his back and walked slowly, his sword occasionally knocking against his calf. He did not pay attention to Ge Pang Xiao’s childish words.

Whether he read books or not, practiced his sword or not, did not depend on if the teacher allowed them to have a break.

Ge Pang Xiao: "Moreover, Teacher Shen said that he wants to change the medicine for Uncle Shiliu. In the next few days, he may have to travel far out to buy herbs, he won't be at home. Either way, you have no place to go, just come with us, how much fun could there be, practicing swordplay all the time?"

This sentence finally went to Chang Geng's heart. He paused for a moment, then asked: "Did Shiliu not just come back from Changyang, how is he already sick?"

Ge Pang Xiao: "Ah...it seems so, but when is he ever not sick?"

"Then I'll go and take a look." Chang Geng waved his hand at the two little tails, "Hurry home, it's already dark, if you're late for dinner, your father will punish you."

Ge Pang Xiao: "Hey, big brother, that..."

Chang Geng was not interested in listening to "this" and "that" forever. Boys this age would become different each year they grew, and there was already a vast gap between them in both height and ways of thinking. For Chang Geng, joining and hanging around with children like Ge Pang Xiao had become something so far behind him.

Using his height advantage and long legs, in the blink of an eye, he was already long gone.

The little chubby child wasted this visit, unable to invite the other boy for support. He sighed in disappointment and looked back at Cao Niangzi: "You should've said something!"