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

"Huh~"

The old cow is holding a bowl, pouring the chicken stewed mushroom soup on the rice.

Served with some peanuts, and a little platycodon.

With the meal in hand, he started eating sullenly.

He doesn't seem to care about his surroundings at all.

"This way of Taoism is not fair."

The words of the man in blue made the swordsman in white frowned, and his eyes were fixed on the mirror.

Suddenly, I felt a strange feeling in my body.

The scars on the arms that were originally caused by the bushes while walking were miraculously healed at this moment.

There is a cloud of black mist in the mirror, and there are two bright lights in the mist.

Those were a pair of azure blue eyes, with an evil spirit, giving off a gloomy and ferocious feeling.

The swordsman in white glanced at Li Pingan again.

Seeing that the other party was calm as usual, he didn't know that he had discovered the monster, so he was completely unafraid.Still didn't find the abnormality of the mirror at all.

However, the white-clothed swordsman is more inclined to the former, otherwise he would not speak out to remind himself.

"Wow, woof!" The big yellow dog beside him barked.

The white-clothed swordsman stroked the big yellow dog's hair, and a small smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

"The demon is evil!"

"This mirror is called Mirror Ghost. It is a square copper mirror, four feet wide and five feet nine inches high. It can see both inside and outside. If you take a picture, your figure will appear backwards. If you cover your heart with your hands and look in the mirror, you can see the five internal organs and stomach. It can cure diseases .”

Having said that, Li Ping paused and continued.

"However, after the disease is cured, a black ghost will appear behind the portrait in the mirror, devouring the person looking in the mirror."

"......Is there really such a magical thing in the world?" The white-clothed swordsman pondered for a moment.

"really."

"Your step is really knowledgeable."

"No, it's written here." Li Pingan raised the ancient book in Yang's hand.

This is what he picked up from the ruins, and the origin of the mirror is recorded in detail.

The swordsman in white was silent for a moment, "So, this monster is coming at me?"

"should be."

The white-clothed swordsman didn't move, but put his sword across his chest.

Li Pingan: "Son, don't you run?"

"There is nothing to be afraid of."

"Good spirit."

The white-clothed swordsman put his hand on the hilt of his sword, and said in a low voice, "I learned swordsmanship when I was young, and I used to swing a wooden stick on the mountain tops decades ago.

At that time, there was a gentleman passing by. He saw me using a wooden stick as a sword and waving a wooden stick.

I don't know if it was intentional to call me, or just casually.

He showed some sword skills in front of me, although he also used a wooden stick as a sword.

The swordplay is as swift as a gust of wind, as elegant as a meteor, the sword moves are as swift as a storm, and the sword's momentum is as vast as a rainbow.

With a sword, pieces of autumn wind danced, and the silver light suddenly appeared, like waves rippling.

Decades have passed, although I have long forgotten the appearance of that gentleman, I still remember the sword intent that made me throb when I was young. "

"Oh~"

Li Pingan responded lightly, without much response.

"boom!!"

An abandoned stone table flew out.

Just listening to the sound of "Dang", sparks splashed everywhere.

The sword held by the swordsman in white is heavier than ordinary swords.

But the blade of the sword is extremely thin, and with a slight sway, there is a sharp air blowing towards his face.

The stone table was divided into two, and a monster filled with black energy appeared behind the stone table, and rushed over like a hungry tiger.

The swordsman in white smiled slightly and leaned back.

Once the long sword is retracted, it is like the wind blowing willows.

This long sword is obviously not an ordinary sharp weapon. The body of the sword has a soft light, and a jade dragon is carved on the hilt.

The knife is exquisite and lifelike.

The monster on the opposite side seemed to be conscious, stretched out its claws, swung the long sword away, and let out a long howl.

In an instant, one person and one monster intertwined.

The monster suddenly shouted angrily and slapped the ground with its palm.

There was a loud "boom", and a large pit with a square foot appeared on the ground.

The swordsman in white suddenly got shorter, his shoulders shook slightly, and he took half a step forward with his right foot.

Turning the long sword, he swung it obliquely.

The movement of this pick was very slow, but the sword intent was hidden.

With a flash of stature, the long sword is like lightning.

Then there was a soft chirp, and the sword light flashed, and the monster wrapped in black mist was divided into two halves.

I just felt a stench blowing towards my face.

The white-clothed swordsman let out a breath of white air, drew his sword and stood up.

"Excellent swordsmanship!" Li Pingan praised.

The swordsman in white clasped his hands.

Just at this time, there was another flash of thunder outside.

The evil spirit was killed, and the swordsman in white picked up the mirror and looked at it carefully.

"The mirror ghost is dead, and the mirror becomes an ordinary mirror."

Li Pingan lay cross-legged on the ground with his eyes closed, as if he was feeling the aura of this world.

The swordsman in white looked back at him, "Is this also recorded in ancient books?"

"No, this is my guess."

The swordsman in white hesitated for a moment, then drew a bloodstain on the palm of his hand with his sword.

Then he looked in the mirror again, and the bloodstains left just now did not recover.

Feeling bored, he casually put the mirror in a corner without doing much talking.

The swordsman in white leaned against the wall and looked at the motionless Li Pingan through the bonfire.

The old cow brought by the other party was very virtuous washing dishes and washing basins, busy inside and out.

Really spiritual.

When working, the tail is still wagging, and there is something in the mouth.

The swordsman in white felt that the other party might be humming some song.

"Sir, where are you from?"

"Da Sui." Li Pingan said.

"I'm also from the Great Sui Dynasty. The outside here is nothing compared to the Great Sui Dynasty. There are turbulent soldiers and bandits everywhere. Are you traveling, sir, or are you going to join relatives?"

"travel."

The white-clothed swordsman looked Li Pingan up and down, as if to confirm whether this person was the one he remembered.

In the early morning, the bean-sized raindrops fell from the eaves just now, like beads with broken strings. Once they fell to the ground, they turned into streams, and the sky and the earth were filled with whiteness.

In a blink of an eye, it was sunny.

Only drizzle fell.

The swordsman in white opened his eyes, staring blankly at the blue sky and the white clouds.

"Wang Wang Wang!"

The swordsman in white touched the big yellow dog subconsciously, and turned his face away.

Only to find that the man in the blue shirt in the Taoist temple had left.

The white-clothed swordsman searched everywhere, but couldn't find him.

He couldn't help but sighed, and murmured: "I don't know if he is that person."

The swordsman in white had no other intentions, he just wanted to thank the man face to face.

Thank you for not laughing at a kid who wields a stick and wants to be a swordsman.

The white-clothed swordsman packed up his things, led the big yellow dog, and mounted his horse.

With a whip, he galloped away.

Unlike him, Li Pingan and Lao Niu walked slowly.

The green ruo, the green dress, the oblique wind and drizzle do not need to return.