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

After a group of people walked a certain distance, they suddenly noticed that the people around them had disappeared.

The strange thing is that the stalls around are still there.

The next moment, whoosh!

A nest of black crossbow bolts rushed over.

In an instant, everyone became a target.

Being stabbed by arrows one after another.

These crossbow bolts came extremely fast, and these Qi trainers had no time to prepare.

Even though he reacted hastily and blocked a few of them, the arrows from all directions were pouring down like rain.

This kind of black crossbow is thick and heavy, and it is specially used to deal with monks.

Once shot out, the protective qi will be shattered, even the air mask can't resist it.

Not to mention these few Qi practitioners.

That huge tiger became a live target and was tied into a hedgehog for life.

The old man in the lead had the highest cultivation level, roaring and resisting the crossbow arrows, while running away.

Just as he was about to rush out, two figures flashed past, one left and one right.

As warriors in the army, the cultivation base of the two is no higher than that of the old man.

Just cooperate properly, not a few rounds.

The old man who was still aggressive just now has become a corpse.

The guards in light armor and masks began to methodically clean up the corpses and blood on the ground.

After half a cup of tea, everything returned to normal.

After a while, the vendor reappeared.

As if nothing had happened just now.

...........

Li Pingan took a sip of tea on the pavilion on the third floor.

Sure enough, one should keep a low profile.

The wood is beautiful in the forest, and the wind will destroy it.

Jing Yu said: "Princess Chang returned to Beijing, these guys picked this juncture to act presumptuously in the capital, they were running around the streets with dung baskets on their backs—looking for death (shit)"

After a while, three figures hurried over.

"Uncle Uncle!!"

Before the person arrives, the sound arrives first.

Li Ping raised his head with a slight smile on his lips.

Not seen for several years, Alia has become a big girl.

When I grow up, I lose a little bit of childishness and a little bit of innocence.

The appearance has also changed a little bit, and there is already a bit of girlish charm between the eyebrows and eyes.

"Uncle!!"

Alia screamed, and then rushed over with a stride, hugging Li Pingan.

She is not a Han Chinese. Although she has been in Huailu Academy for several years, she still has the boldness of a girl of a different race in her bones.

Bean-sized teardrops fell down cracklingly.

"Uncle, woo woo woo~ I miss you so much"

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I have been in a foreign country for many years, and I have never even met my sister during this period.

Seeing Li Pingan at this time, let alone how excited he was.

Li Pingan patted her on the head reassuringly.

"Okay, okay, we are all big girls now, don't cry."

Compared to Alia, Zhao Linger is much calmer.

The white shirt is fluttering, and a ribbon of the same color is tied around the waist.

A head of beautiful hair set off her snow-white skin.

Zhao Linger is a lady, and has been influenced by Confucian culture since she was a child, so she will not be like Alia.

Furthermore, among the few people, her relationship with Li Ping'an was not as close as that of Alia.

So he just smiled and nodded at Li Pingan.

Li Pingan smiled back, "It's become more beautiful."

The breeze lifted her long hair, and the blush on Zhao Linger's face was like the sunset glow.

Fat Jun couldn't wait to say: "Sir, sir, what about me!"

Fat Jun is still a bulging mass, nothing has changed.

If there is, it's just fatter than before.

"Niu Niu!"

After Alia finished hugging Li Pingan, she turned around and hugged Lao Niu again.

"I miss you so much, Niu Niu."

Meeting old friends is always a joy.

The best encounter is the reunion after a long absence.

Li Pingan likes this kind of reunion very much, but knows that these people will not accompany him to go on.

As if one day, there will be no more of my old friends in this world.

Like claws in slush, leaving marks by chance.

Before long, it will be covered by the snow of fate.

......

Tonight is a big day in Beijing, Ninetowns celebrates.

The princess returned to Beijing with a big victory, and it is estimated that she will be enthroned in two days.

The lights all over the city make the world a little more hazy and peaceful.

"Uncle, hurry up!"

Alia held a candied haws in her hand and a piece of pastry in her mouth.

"Someone over there praised juggling."

Li Pingan smiled, and slowly led the old cow to follow behind them.

At this time, a lion dance team came head-on.

Four people beat the gong, four people beat the drum, followed by the lion dancers.

Zhao Linger deliberately slowed down, and a lion dancer almost ran into her without paying attention.

Li Pingan reached out and pulled her towards him, "What's wrong? I'm absent-minded."

Zhao Ling'er smiled faintly, "It's nothing, it's just that I haven't been to such a lively place for a long time."

"You are in the capital, don't you come here often?"

Zhao Linger shook her head, "I practice in the academy on weekdays."

"What grade is it now?"

"The pinnacle of Confucianism." Zhao Ling'er said softly.

Li Pingan raised his eyebrows slightly, and said with a smile: "I didn't expect to be so powerful now, and I can cover uncle in the future."

Zhao Linger lowered her head and smiled softly, and secretly glanced at Li Pingan.

She didn't understand why Alia called Li Ping'an uncle, she didn't look old at all~

Jing Yu didn't know where to go to see the beautiful women, and Fat Jun was dragged forward by Alia in strides.

Fat Jun said: "Sir and Ling'er are left behind, walk slowly."

Alia said, "Come on, don't bother people with whispers."

"What whisper? Hey, there are meat buns!"

Fat Jun's attention was quickly attracted by the meat buns.

Alia looked back at Zhao Linger, who looked reserved.

Zhao Ling'er is pretty and has a high talent in cultivation, so she is very popular.

At such a young age, he has already attracted the admiration of many disciples of the same age.

Among them are some people with outstanding talents, but Zhao Linger's attitude towards them is neither cold nor cold.

Keep relationships just right without overly engaging with them.

Zhao Linger once secretly told Alia who she liked.

In her heart, the gentle and elegant Li Pingan who taught them how to write and read in the four towns of Anbei was her white moonlight.

As for when I fell in love with it, maybe it was when Li Pingan was writing with a pen.

Maybe it was when Li Pingan taught them their homework with Wen Wen.

Maybe it was when Li Pingan cooked a meal for them.

Or maybe it was when Li Pingan was concentrating on playing the erhu......

After coming to the capital, Zhao Linger saw a wider world and met more people.

It's just that those people seem to be worse than Li Pingan.

Li Pingan's writing is not as good as Li Pingan's, and his poems are even worse, not to mention that Li Pingan can cook.

These Confucian monks basically keep their ears to the outside world, they only read the books of sages and sages, and they don't know how to cook.

By the way, Li Pingan can also play the erhu~