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

Qin Sheng failed to come back alive.

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Li Pingan sighed lightly.

No matter how beautiful you were when you were alive, you are just a small slope after death.

This little box is your forever home.

There were many people who came to visit Qin Sheng, including many elders from the sect.

Li Pingan waited until it was dark, and the people in front of the grave gradually dispersed.

"I brought you some fruits and vegetables, and I can make them down here."

The old cow took down the basket he was carrying behind him.

Li Pingan is not hard-hearted. After getting along for so long, it is impossible to say that he has no feelings at all.

Besides, Qin Sheng is not bad.

When a friend dies, there is always a lot of sadness.

Li Pingan leaned against Qin Sheng's grave, looking a little melancholy.

Tomorrow and accident never know which will come first.

Everyone never knows when someone casually said goodbye to you and was never seen again.

It was said that Qin Sheng relaxed his vigilance when he was taking the medicine.

A spirit snake that jumped out suddenly bit its throat and died on the spot.

It stands to reason that the mid-grade forehead spirit snake shouldn't appear there.

But it just happened to be such a coincidence.

Although the spirit snake was subsequently killed by the rest of the people.

But after all, it couldn't change the fact that Qin Sheng was killed.

Death is very simple, even a little hasty.

There is no grievance or hatred, it is reversed against the sky, and it is vigorous.....

Perhaps Qin Sheng also thought about what kind of ending would be worthy of his ups and downs all the way.

What is it like?

Anyway, it's not what it is now.

People, always have a heart higher than the sky, and a life thinner than paper.

Li Pingan drank some wine and set out a few dishes.

Sauce elbow, steamed roast duck, fish with pickled cabbage....

"This is your favorite food, I did it!"

Blowing a small wind, drinking a small wine.

"Lao Niu, Runtu, let's get ready."

After drinking, Li Pingan took out the erhu.

Lao Niu took out the suona, and Runtu took out the round gong.

Each perform their duties.

Li Pingan took a deep breath and shouted loudly.

"The soul illuminates the sun and the moon, the liver and gallbladder reflect the mountains and rivers!

Righteousness stays through the ages, loyalty shines through the ages.

Send Brother Qin! "

"Bang bang!!"

"Boom—!!"

The melodious suona sound is high-pitched, loud and clear.

Each person, one cow, and one scorpion each sing their own tunes and blow their own trumpets.

The fit is tight, alternately tight, sometimes soothing.

Sometimes high-pitched, sometimes low-pitched.

...........

The days are long.

What happened to Qin Sheng made Li Pingan more cautious about this so-called practice world.

Honestly rooted in Tongtian Peak to practice.

Refining the turtle's breathing technique over and over again, practicing step by step.

Although every step is difficult, as time goes by.

One day it will happen suddenly, naturally, like waking up in the morning.

I have nothing to do, plant flowers and plants, take care of the fields, and go fishing.

I am really bored, so I tease the peak master Qingfeng.

As the old saying goes, plant in spring, grow in summer, harvest in autumn, and store in winter;

Seeing autumn, the harvest season has arrived.

But it can't be careless, if it encounters continuous rain, it will be bad.

Li Pingan took Lao Niu and Runtu to the field.

A year of busy work finally yielded a bumper harvest. This feeling of satisfaction nourished Li Ping'an's heart.

Harvesting and drying the grain in one go.

Then all the food was preserved and sold in winter and early spring when there was no harvest.

This division: spring planting, summer growth, autumn harvest, winter storage.

People are not in a stage of birth, growth, harvest, and storage.

In winter, the world is closed, and the water is frozen.

At this time, in the natural world, yin is flourishing and yang is declining, everything is dormant, and vitality is hidden, waiting for the coming spring.

Human practice should also focus on "Tibet", that is, the unity of man and nature.

Tibet, once you get something, your heart will be high, and the feeling will come.

Eat and drink, and get up lavishly.

Maybe before next year, it will be squandered.

The Tibetan here is a kind of low-key, how to preserve the existing achievements.

Step by step, continue to work hard for the next goal.

This is not only a kind of cultivation, but also a state, and it is also a kind of wisdom.

A warehouse full of things, waiting for the next spring.

Sell ​​it for a good price, and use the remaining money to buy some elixir and spirit grass seeds.

When it's time to plant the elixir and spiritual grass, carefully cultivate it, and slowly you can make money.

Life is so fucking fast~

Li Pingan closed the door, and the wind blew.

The smell of spirit grass blew in through the open window, and immediately filled the room with a fresh fragrance.

Refreshing, refreshing, and clearing the mind a lot.

The fatigue from before seemed to have dissipated a lot.

"Prepare to break through!!"

Li Pingan raised his wine glass, "This glass respects the Taoist Tianzun."

As he spoke, he spilled it on the ground.

"This cup is for the Buddha."

"This cup is dedicated to Confucian sages."

........

Finally, Li Pingan raised his glass.

I took a sip myself.

Today is sunny and sunny, Li Pingan nodded with satisfaction.

Everything is ready, the right time and place.

Li Pingan took a deep breath and sat cross-legged on the ground.

"Lao Niu, Runtu, are you ready?"

Runtu said loudly: "Runtu No. [-] is ready."

Old cow: "Moo!!"

Soon, Li Pingan's breath began to fluctuate slowly.

Every time his body shakes, there is a faint rhythm, which seems to blend with the surrounding environment.

Li Pingan used all the spiritual stones he earned from selling Dali pills in Shushan a few years ago to practice.

Coupled with the nourishment of the Shushan spiritual veins, and eating some elixir and spiritual herbs all day long.

The cultivation of Niwan is progressing rapidly.

If it really succeeds this time, it will be able to fully develop Niwan.

For him, this is both a challenge and a rare opportunity.

Take your own strength to a higher level.

Runtu's expression changed, and he immediately rang the alarm bell.

The originally clear sky suddenly became cloudy.

In an instant, heavy rain fell.

The rain was getting heavier and heavier, and there were lightning and thunder.

One after another, it became more and more tense and terrifying.

Thunder Tribulation! !

Li Pingan had expected this, and he asked several other people in the group through the rune fragments of the avenue.

When breaking through the Niwan, there is a chance that it will trigger the vision of heaven and earth, triggering thunder calamity.

But this varies from person to person.

Thinking that [Attacking Eagle] once caused a thunder disaster.

But [Happy Big Boy] broke through very smoothly.

The rain was getting heavier and heavier, and there was a faint sound of swelling.

It was as if the sky was slowly opening its mouth and letting out a sigh.

The heavy rain shrouded everything in the world in a gray rain curtain.

Li Pingan opened his pale eyes.