Fantasia: The blind man at the beginning starts with playing the erhu

There are tens of thousands of monks in the world.

Embark on the road of longevity, one thought is accessible.

Treasures of heaven and earth, grievances and hatreds.

It is inevitable to fight and fight, like warriors, military monks

Fighting to the death is the most beneficial practice for both.

But few monks are willing to mess with sword repair.

Because of these guys, it's life and death at every turn.

As far as the big things are concerned, we must pursue a single-minded understanding and a pure sword heart.

So I can't bear any anger.

As the saying goes, a sword cultivator relies on a sword and does not need to act according to anyone's face, nor does he need to curry favor with anyone.

And Zhang Song is a pure swordsman.

Young Master Jinyi said coldly: "Get lost!"

Zhang Song slapped the table and stood up abruptly.

He said very stiffly: "Get out! Get out!!"

After all, he brought his own noodles.

He walked outside the door, squatted in a corner and ate.

Li Pingan poured a glass of wine and took a sip.

I picked up a piece of meat and ate it slowly.

I commented in my heart: from the heart

Young Master Jinyi snorted disdainfully.

The rest of the people in the store also walked out consciously.

The young man in brocade clothes is called Li Ziao, and his father is an eighth-rank Qi practitioner who masters a real jade tower.

The Li family is also a well-known family.

Even if they don't like each other, most people are unwilling to offend the Li family who controls Zhenyulou.

At this time, the purple-faced man put down the bowl and chopsticks.

"Thank you, I'm full! The person I'm waiting for is here, thank you for your hospitality."

After all, stood up.

"Li Ziao? I want to ask you for advice. Go outside and don't break the rules here."

Li Ziao glanced at the purple-faced man with his sharp eyes.

"Which onion are you?"

"Outside please!"

The purple-faced man didn't say anything to him, and strode out.

Li Ziao smiled contemptuously, and cupped his hands at the proprietress.

"Miss Boss, wait for me to deal with this short-sighted guy first, and then I will accompany you alone."

The proprietress smiled.

"Ok, I will wait for you."

The purple-faced man and Li Ziao walked out of the inn one after the other.

It was calm weather, but a gust of wind suddenly blew up.

The strong wind blew to both sides, and a table near the door was blown to pieces, sending sawdust flying.

The roof was even blown open five or six inches wide skylight.

But before it scattered on the ground, the proprietress lightly exhaled a puff of smoke.

Everything returned to its original state.

"Amitabha." Monk Changqing recited.

Li Pingan gnawed on a chicken leg.

.......

After a while, the door of the inn opened again

The purple-faced man walked in unharmed, and clasped fists at Li Pingan and Monk Changqing.

"Two brothers, meet again by fate."

Having said that, he left.

The rest of the shop walked out curiously.

Li Pingan and Monk Changqing also approached.

The mountains in the distance have turned crimson.

As soon as the mountain wind blows, there will be a pungent smell.

The top of the mountain seemed to be bitten by some huge monster, and the powder of gravel was scattered in the air with the wind.

The atmosphere around him was as heavy as death.

"What a strong martial artist! At least rank six.

No, it should be stronger. "

Zhang Song squatted at the door, holding the unfinished bowl of noodles.

He had just witnessed the battle with his own eyes.

Li Ziao is worthy of being a member of the Li family, with many magic weapons in his hands.

Both are treasured objects.

It's a pity that he was facing a warrior who was a level higher than him.

Not only that, but he was even pushed five steps closer.

The opponent only used two punches to kill the proud son of heaven.

Li Pingan could clearly perceive the strength of this force, even though the battle had ended early.

But that powerful aura lingered in the center of the sky and the earth, and lingered for a long time.

Is this the strong one?

..........

night.

Li Pingan was lying on the bed in the inn, unable to fall asleep for a long time.

The shock of the day's battle was no less than that of an innocent little virgin who suddenly found the CD that his father had treasured for a long time one day.

Li Pingan has seen many monks.

From the Yang Kai who he killed at Yumen Pass at the beginning.

Then to the Zhang Deming and Zhang Dehai Zhang brothers in the capital.

Li Pingan actually didn't think there was anything scary about monks.

It may be because he is used to seeing weak existences among monks, thus ignoring those truly powerful existences.

For example, those people in the inn today.

Not to mention the purple-faced man, or the arrogant Li Ziao.

Even the two young Taoist priests who were kicked out by Li Ziao were no match for them.

Li Pingan turned over and realized that he was still too weak after all.

It will take a long time to go all the way to Zhenyao Pass.

He secretly told himself that it is always right to keep a low profile.

No need to argue with anyone.

If you encounter something you can't see, hit it if you can beat it, and pretend you didn't see it if you couldn't beat it.

It's good to have a clear conscience.

That night, Li Pingan had no sleep.

After practicing all night, continue to expand the Niwan.

Now his physical strength, not sleeping for several days and nights is nothing to him.

It was originally agreed to leave in the afternoon of the second day.

Just before leaving, the proprietress suddenly sent a message to ask Changqing to meet alone.

"Is nothing going to happen?" Li Pingan was a little wary.

Changqing said: "No grudges in the past, no grudges in the present, there will be no danger."

Li Pingan said: "I'm afraid she'll eat you~ I felt it yesterday, she's been staring at you all the time."

Changqing smiled confidently, "The poor monk is a monk, and his emotions and desires have already been cut off. Women will only affect the speed of the poor monk's chanting!"

Li Pingan patted him on the shoulder, "Okay! Then I'll wait for you to return from victory."

Changqing left Li Pingan a confident and calm back.

.............

In the innermost bedroom on the second floor of the inn.

Bright sunlight pours down from the bamboo windows and falls on the tables and chairs carved out of sandalwood.

The bamboo window is hung with purple tulle.

Diagonally opposite the bed is a dressing table inlaid with colorful shells, and on the right is a soft hibiscus couch, covered with a layer of green gauze in front of the couch.

Outside the window is a rockery, a small pond, and blue lotus root.

The proprietress lay sideways on the hibiscus couch, and a soft silk blanket was spread underneath, exuding a faint fragrance.

Her beautiful eyes rolled around, and she looked at the bald monk sitting in the room with a smile.

This little monk is so beautiful.

The proprietress has seen many handsome men.

It's just that people like Changqing are really rare.

The facial features are clear and elegant, and the skin is fair and tender, but not sickly pale.

Instead, it is as gentle as jade, crystal clear and flawless, and its beauty is fascinating.

"Tsk tsk~"

Changqing's hand holding the tea trembled slightly, and her throat moved.

His forehead was full of sweat.

"That... this... benefactor, why are you looking for this little monk? The little monk has to go on a journey with his friends."

The proprietress smiled coquettishly, "Is it okay? Can't I find you?"

The sound can make a man's bones crisp.

Changqing only felt shuddering.

"A moment of spring night is worth a thousand gold~"

"Benefactor! I have already cut off my emotions and desires since I entered Buddhism since I was a child, so I don't care about this matter."

The proprietress smiled and walked off the hibiscus couch, "Being a monk is so boring, I'll teach you something more interesting."

"Hey, what are you going to do, benefactor? You have to respect yourself!"

The proprietress opened her delicate red lips, and exhaled an ethereal mist.

Changqing's eyes immediately froze.

"I just like Buddhist disciples like you."

The proprietress stretched out her slender hands, stroking the evergreen Tianling Gai.

"Sigh~"

At this time, a sudden burning sensation spread to the palm of my hand.

Hastily withdrew his hand, the palm of his hand was red.

The proprietress frowned, and saw a faint golden light appearing behind Changqing.

Transformed into the image of an old monk, "Amitabha!"

The proprietress took a step back and giggled.

"Very interesting Buddhist disciple."

The proprietress seems to know the old monk, "Hey! Old monk, who is this little monk?"

"Amitabha, I hope the donor can show mercy."

"You told me to show mercy? Wouldn't it be embarrassing for me to show mercy.

I couldn't beat you before, but now you are just a breath. "

"How about the three moves? If the breath of the poor monk can withstand the three moves of the benefactor, the benefactor will let the poor monk's disciple go."

The proprietress smiled and readily agreed, "Okay!"

......

After a long time.

Hearing the strange movement inside, Li Pingan couldn't help but push the door open.

"Evergreen?"

In Li Pingan's perception.

I saw Monk Changqing holding a bench with both hands, sprinting frantically.

While sprinting, he said.

"Girl, don't worry, the little monk will take care of you."

This scene made Li Pingan unable to play badly for the rest of his life.