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

On the hillside at the back of the yard, the surrounding atmosphere was surging, as if a layer of faint mist rose up, dyeing every plant and tree in the yard with a layer of hazy gray.

Before the rainwater touched the ground, it had already been turned into dust in the air, which seemed to isolate an area.

The realm of the middle-aged man in Huapao barely maintained above the peak of the seventh realm, almost halfway to the eighth realm.

An old man in his dying years, holding a sword in one hand.

Unlike the old man, the sword was full of vigor, with a natural murderous aura.

Inside the pavilion, there was also a woman in red, with tree roots as thick as arms clinging to her surroundings.

Li Ping'an's whole body circulated around, protecting his body.

Wiping the blood from the corner of his mouth, his expression was a little dignified.

There are too many people, it seems impossible to fight.

Li Pingan suddenly raised his head and looked into the air. Lao Niu stepped on the flying sword and led the crowd to flee to the distance, but the pursuers followed closely.

His figure disappeared from here in an instant, and came to the high sky outside the abandoned house in the distance.

"Go away!"

However, the three people who were confronting Li Pingan shot at the same time, and they were all half a beat behind.

The Fusang knife had already been cut down with a single blow, surging forward to forcefully kill the pursuers back.

It bought an opportunity for Jing Yu and others to escape.

"Boy, take care of yourself first."

An arc was drawn beside the old swordsman, and the sword energy rolled into a stream of swords and flew outward.

The middle-aged man in white robe flew up and punched him.

Lightning-like heavy punches, no dodges, no extra moves.

At the same time, the woman in red manipulated the tough tree vine to burst out.

..........

"Front! The front belongs to Zhangzhou's territory. I have already sent someone to notify the prefect of Zhangzhou, and he will come to meet us!"

Liu Yong said.

Jing Yu's rare expression was a little heavy, "I'm afraid we won't be able to reach Zhangzhou."

"Ok?"

In the distance, there are streaks of breaths coming towards them quickly.

"Ten, thirteen...sixteen, twenty...."

Jing Yu's face was gloomy, and powerful spiritual senses had locked on to them, as if they would be attacked like a storm if they moved slightly.

A moment later, a powerful figure appeared in front of him.

Just when everyone was in despair, they were suddenly surprised to find that the person who came was actually a monk.

wrong!Not just a monk.

Instead, a group of bald monks came from the wind.

The leading monk steps on a lotus flower and puts his hands together.

What's even more strange is that each of these monks has a lifeless person under his arm.

"Amitabha, the benefactor is the friend of Junior Brother Changqing, Junior Brother Changqing specially told the poor monk to meet you here."

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

half a month later.

Li Pingan was wearing a long gown, walking a little shaky on a street glowing with blue light.

Because it was just dawn, there were not many pedestrians on the street.

It was almost the twelfth lunar month, and there was a biting chill in the morning wind.

Passers-by looked at him in surprise, but they didn't feel the cold even though they were dressed in blue.

Li Pingan burped, and the wine in the wine gourd was gone.

Passing by a restaurant next to it, it was very lively.

"Hahaha, congratulations, congratulations."

"Tie the knot! Tie the knot."

"It's a good match for ten thousand years."

"..."

Today, the son of the Lin family is getting married, and the master of the Lin family has booked this restaurant to entertain guests.

Li Pingan smelled the fragrance in the restaurant.

Just looking at the sign hanging on the restaurant, it says that today is the wedding of Mr. Qinglin's family, and the restaurant is occupied.

Li Pingan hesitated, and reached out to touch his pocket.

However, he only got five Wen coins, which is not easy to get.

After thinking for a while, he took out his pen and bought a piece of paper from a small shop on the street with five cents.

The buddy was a little reluctant when he heard that he only bought a piece of paper.

He gave Li Pingan a blank look, as if he was blaming him for disturbing his rest.

He shook his hand and started writing.

"First, I wish the qin and se will be in harmony forever, second, I wish that the brilliance will not be cut, and third, I wish you a long life and see you again when you grow old."

After writing these three sentences, Li Pingan walked in.

"Master Lin, congratulations on your son's wedding!"

Master Lin just finished dealing with a wave of guests, and now he feels dry mouth.

Just as he was about to take a sip of water, he suddenly heard a voice behind him, and he quickly put on a smiling face and turned his head.

He looked at the other party with doubts in his heart.

Who is this?

But seeing the other party's extraordinary demeanor, Master Lin wondered.

Could it be that I have forgotten which noble person?

"Congratulations." Li Pingan offered his congratulations.

Master Lin took a look and couldn't help smiling.

Although the paper is very ordinary, the word alone is excellent, and the content is also very novel.

"Thank you very much, may I ask sir... who is it?"

"My Li Ping'an, I heard that Mr. Lin's son is getting married, so I came here to join in the fun. I hope Mr. Lin will not blame you."

"Whoever comes is a guest, and whoever comes is a guest."

Master Lin was stunned, put away the picture, and asked someone to greet Li Pingan to sit down.

On the big day, you won't drive away the guests who came to congratulate you

Li Ping took his seat, but the food hadn't been served yet.

There is a storyteller in the restaurant, who is telling stories endlessly.

On the happy day, the storyteller told two short love stories.

But the effect is not very good, the atmosphere has not been too lively.

There are already many people sitting in Li Pingan's room, some with their legs crossed, drinking wine and peeling peanuts at the same time.

The storyteller took a sip of tea to moisten his throat, held a white paper fan, and said loudly.

"Everyone, do you know about the recent massacre in Luzhou?"

"Luzhou massacre!"

"what??"

"........"

The sensational Luzhou massacre case, although many people present knew about it, gained a lot of gossip.

But this kind of thing can always attract everyone's attention. For a while, the chatterers stopped talking and pricked up their ears.

The storyteller nodded in satisfaction, cleared his throat and prepared to speak.

"Do you know the truth about the Luzhou massacre?"

"do not know!!"

"Don't be a fool, tell us quickly."

The people below are holding the storyteller.