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

Li Pingan untied the wine gourd and spilled the wine into the river, muttering.

"Don't blame me if there's anything to blame, they're all out to mess around, give me some face, Mr. Li!"

The tone was very kind, but the other party really didn't give face.

Feng Lang didn't stop for a moment because of what Li Pingan said.

Instead, the sound of the water at the bow was louder.

The big ship swayed and creaked.

Geng Liancheng broke down and threw the money into the river, shouting while throwing money: "I have money! I have money!

You bloody boatman!Even if I die and become a ghost, I won’t let you go..."

Li Pingan frowned slightly, so shameless?

Immediately stretch out your hand and squeeze your wrist hard.

A water monster as tall as two people was pulled out of the water

Throwing it on board, the hull shook violently

With a loud bang, Zhang Ju and the two of them were startled.

Looking at the sound, he screamed out in fright.

The water monster swayed back and forth on the boat, sweeping its big tail.

Geng Liancheng and Zhang Juhe howled

It sank into the water with a "plop", splashing a splash of water.

The two hugged each other and fell into the water.

Immediately, I felt dizzy. In this cold winter, the river water can freeze people alive.

Both of them are scholars who have no strength to restrain a chicken.

I only felt that the surroundings were pitch black, not to mention that I couldn't see my five fingers, or even half of my fingers.

The limbs kicked wildly, and was soon submerged by the river.

Li Pingan was going to rescue him, but the whole ship was overturned in the next second.

Another water monster emerged from the river.

Directly break the boat by the middle.

Li Pingan:......

You fucking split my boat! ?

"boom-!!"

Why am I here?

read?

Obtaining fame and fame, honoring the ancestors?

Or...for what?

Zhang Juhe's consciousness gradually blurred.

Scenes in his life appeared before his eyes.

just die?

When he opened his eyes again, the sun was shining, covering him gently and charmingly.

He instinctively opened his eyes, wanting to see this scene for the last time in this world.

.......

"Hey! Scholar, scholar? Why are you sleeping here?"

It was a middle-aged woman who spoke.

Zhang Juhe was stunned for a moment, then touched his body.

I'm alive?

The most important thing is that there is not even a trace of water on the body.

Zhang Juhe was dumbfounded, "Where is this, auntie?"

"Where is Jiangduyan, where else can it be." The aunt said.

Zhang Juhe looked back, the river was surging, and a few boats could be vaguely seen driving on the river.

He remembered that he met a water monster and fell into the river...

"Hey, what's going on?"

At this time, Geng Liancheng's voice came from beside him.

"Brother Lian Cheng, how did we get here?"

Geng Liancheng scratched his head, "How did you get here? I..."

He frowned, as if he couldn't think of anything.

Zhang Juhe suddenly remembered something and hurriedly opened the bookcase.

Take out a book, it is intact, there is no trace of being wet by water at all.

Zhang Juhe stared in disbelief.

Could it be... that everything was a dream.

Geng Liancheng stood up and said, "Brother Juhe, let's go, I'm starving to death."

"..."

Zhang Juhe turned his head to look at the river, a trace of bewilderment flashed in his eyes.

One person and one ox walk on the official road, and there is a monk on the back of the old ox.

"e=(?o｀*)))呀~"

"My lovely beautiful and beautiful and practical boat."

Li Pingan was nagging all the way.

The old cow's ears were callused.

Chatter, you will chatter.

Isn't it just a boat?

That beautiful and beautiful boat only stayed in Li Pingan's mouth for three days.

Then, it never appeared again.

After all, life is about moving forward.

Li Pingan picked up a weed and put it in his mouth.

Holding a bamboo stick, humming a little song.

Counting the time, it seems that the day of the Demon Elimination Conference is coming.

The venue of the Demon Elimination Conference is in the ancient capital of Wuling, and Li Pingan calculated the journey.

Walk slowly, there is still time.

...........

After March, Wuling, the ancient capital.

In the tea house by the roadside, a dozen people gathered in twos and threes.

While drinking tea, they talked and laughed happily.

There was a lot of voices and laughter like flies, but no one could control who else.

Xingmu slapped the table, and the storyteller yelled.

Attracted everyone's attention.

Some people sat there applauding, some people sat in the corner.

Holding a teacup, chatting quietly.

Tao Li Chunfeng has a glass of wine, the lights of the rivers and lakes night rain for ten years.

At this time, a man wearing a bamboo hat and a handsome monk walked in.

Sitting in a corner, I ordered two pots of tea.

While drinking tea, while listening to the storyteller's eloquence.

Some people were discussing in low voices while listening to the story of the scholar.

"Do you know about the recent Demon Elimination Conference? It can be said that this Demon Elimination Conference has gathered talents from all over the world!"

"There are hundreds of schools, three teachings and nine streams, this time there will be a lot of fun to watch."

"I heard that the Sui Dynasty also made a lot of prizes, allowing disciples from various schools of thought to learn from each other."

"The underground casinos are all open."

"Who is the hot candidate? I'll join in the fun too."

"Jing Yu, the white-clothed son of Huailu Academy."

"There is also the Buddhist saint Changqing Master..."

"Cough cough~"

Li Ping raised his eyebrows slightly, a Buddhist saint?

Monk Changqing yawned, and reached out to dig his crotch.

Put it on the tip of your nose and smell it.

(??????`)

"Is it time to take a shower?"

Li Pingan:......

Sure enough, distance produces beauty.