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

A crisp sound of "clang" resounded around.

People who don't know how to do it stare at each other, but they don't see both sides making a move.

Only some warriors clearly felt the confrontation between the two just now.

Although the monk is young, he can already protect his body with qi.

Lightly blocked the opponent's blow.

The monk did not stop, but continued to move forward.

In Li Pingan's perception, a faint golden light appeared on the monk's body, with a sense of strength.

Dangdang Dangdang!

The two forces collided together, making a loud thunderous noise, forming circle after circle of force.

The monk's shoulders trembled slightly, and then his body took a step back as if being pushed by a huge force.

The monk settled down and continued to walk forward.

It was only half a step away from the sedan chair.

A hot current gushed out from his meridians, and then the monk's body froze suddenly.

A biting chill came, and he fell straight to the ground.

"Go to the doctor Wang Lao in West Street, and the meridian can be kept within an hour."

For the first time in the sedan chair, the voice of the swordsman from the Western Regions sounded.

Monk Changqing stood up with strength, and there was a long bloodstain on his arm, which looked shocking.

"Thank you, benefactor, for your mercy."

After all, he turned and left slowly.

This time, no one dared to step forward to fight again, and it took a while.

Four servants carried the sedan chair and left towards the east.

The crowd watching the excitement also dispersed.

Presumably the scene that happened today will soon spread throughout the streets and alleys.

Fat Jun and the others still wanted to go to Wang Yi's house to see what he called a more powerful warrior.

Li Pingan didn't want to join in the fun, but saw that he wanted to go back.

Aria lost her interest too.

Wang Yi has been trying to catch up with the lively and agile Alia, and hastily dissuaded him upon seeing this.

"Uncle Blind, come and sit at my house, don't you want to drink, I guarantee that you have never drunk the wine in my house."

Li Pingan had no choice but to agree.

When I came to the Wang family's mansion, it was really magnificent.

The courtyard covers a large area. There are several small buildings in the courtyard, and several small streams flow on the rockery.

It is like a residence of a prince and aristocrat.

After finally coming here, Wang Yi naturally wanted to show off and take a few people around the mansion.

When he came to the backyard, Wang Yi pulled two young and strong warriors and whispered to them.

The two smiled tacitly, and they both understood what the young master was thinking.

Anyway, I was idle and bored, so I immediately competed in the yard.

The two didn't use weapons, they competed with fists and feet.

The fists and feet intersected, and the fight was inextricable, and the punches became faster and faster.

From time to time there was a whistling sound, which was clear and sweet, and could be heard clearly.

In such a short period of time, the two of them had faced each other twenty or thirty times.

In the eyes of Alia, Fat Jun, and Zhao Linger, this was much more exciting than the few battles in Qiufengting.

Keep applauding and applauding.

Li Pingan sat on the sidelines, smiling lightly.

Although the sound of fists and palms intersecting could be heard endlessly, the kung fu of the two of them was all ostentatious.

It looks very beautiful to the outsider.

Those in the know could tell that compared to the few battles in Qiufengting, it was a few roads behind.

The two of them also knew that it was not really a matter of winning or losing, the main thing was to amuse the young master's friends.

Anyway, the skin is rough and the flesh is thick, and it doesn't matter if you take a few punches.

Li Pingan was a little bored sitting, trying to transfer the true energy in his body.

But I only felt that my chest was getting tighter and tighter, and I was upset and stuffy.

Reluctantly, he had to give up and let out a foul breath.

A gust of cool breeze was attracted, dispelling the dryness and heat in my heart.

"Fellow Daoists are also practitioners?"

A gentle voice came from beside him.

Li Pingan was taken aback for a moment, he hadn't even noticed that this person was by his side just now.

I think it was just because of the chaos of true energy, so I was really upset.

It's just that Li Pingan didn't show any expression, and said calmly.

"I'm just a person who has learned kung fu for a few days, not a person who practiced it."

The old man narrowed his eyes slightly and took a look at Li Pingan.

Dressed in plain clothes, he can't see any magic power, but there is a sense of lightness in his calmness, obviously he is a master with good strength.

Li Pingan didn't want to show timidity in front of others, so he had to hold his breath.

Stimulate the true qi in the body to make your breathing smoother.

"Very fragrant wine." The old man's nose moved slightly.

Li Pingan untied the wine naan, "It's a good wine for more than ten years."

This is the free gift given by the shopkeeper who opened a black shop when he entrusted it last time.

The old man swallowed and spit, and the two immediately started to drink.

While drinking, while talking.

The old man glanced at the erhu behind Li Pingan.

"Sir, do you understand the melody?"

"Barely make a living."

"I don't know if this old man will be lucky enough to listen to Mr.

Li Pingan smiled warmly. This man has an extraordinary conversation. He must be either an elder of the Wang family or a distinguished guest.

I took the liberty to come to be a guest, there is no reason to refuse.

Immediately untied the rope tied to the erhu, "Then show your shame."

The old man acted on a whim, and his eyes seemed to remain open.

It's just more fun to listen to.

It was as comfortable as it was raining outside, and the raindrops fell by the window.

There is a fire in the house and the wine is warmed.

The two sat opposite each other, casually chatting about their lives.

Then the notes become sluggish, as if foretelling pain, giving people a sense of powerlessness.

The tune is bleak, free and easy with a trace of melancholy, a kind of lonely and desolate life.

When this emotion was about to reach its limit, there was a light in the darkness.

The melody turns a thousand times, from low to clear and passionate.

The high-pitched ones are like nine heavens singing, and the cuckoo crying blood.

Finally let out an unwilling roar.

The music changed again, deeper this time.

The story returns to the original hut, experiencing the world, revealing a kind of indifference and detachment.

The song is over.

puff!

The wine naan in the old man's hand fell to the ground, his body seemed to be frozen, with a strange expression.

Compared with the old man, the few people on the other side were still engrossed in staring at the two contestants.

This time, the two changed into weapons, which are more enjoyable to watch.

The tune is like this, those who understand it can feel a lot, but those who don't understand can only feel the sadness.

Rather than listening to these, it is more interesting to watch a few episodes.

Some emotions should be said to those who understand.

"Mr. Gu, Mr. Gu."

After several consecutive shouts, the old man came back to his senses.

Wang Shan, the father of Wang Yi and the head of the Wang family, looked at Mr. Gu in surprise, not knowing what happened.

He just happened to pass by and heard the music, and came over curiously.

That's how this scene came about.

Mr. Gu realized that he had lost his composure and smiled.

He looked straight at Li Pingan.

"May I ask Mr. what is the name of this piece of music, and who wrote it?"

Li Pingan replied: "Erquan Yingyue was written by a friend of mine."

Mr. Gu showed excitement, and said a few good words in succession, "It would be a great pity if this song did not become famous forever."