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

By the end of the day, the pastries and tea on the table were almost gone.

Li Pingan invited several people to stay and have dinner together. Lao Niu put on his apron and sharpened his knife.

A table of dishes, simple and unadorned.

Four dishes, soy roasted trotters, garlic roasted eel, cold tripe strips, cold pig ears.

The staple food is pancakes and rice.

That night, Master Wushan and Lin Xiao left the small pavilion and went back to the palace.

Because he drank a lot of wine, his face was pink.

"No matter how many times you eat the rice you cook, you won't get tired of it." Lin Xiao rubbed his belly and said with emotion, "I feel that the cooks in the palace are not as good as my husband."

Wushan real person said: "Back to the basics and the truth, the avenue is as simple as possible.

People like Mr. Li are no longer looking for rare treasures, Lang Ya is full of eyes.

Instead, he regards himself as the purest ordinary person and pursues the meaning of purity and innocence.

Even ordinary cooking is the same, everywhere is the way! ! "

Seeing him today made Master Wushan very satisfied.

If you think about it carefully, if your husband's house is full of rare treasures, all the things you use and see are priceless and rare in the world.

Then Master Wushan would not be surprised.

But what he saw were all things that were so ordinary that they couldn't be more ordinary. What he saw was a person who acted according to his will, not a mysterious and profound monk.

Know how to choose and not be trapped by the world.

Back to basics, back to nature.

This is the most perfect state of purity, inaction, and the unity of man and nature that Taoism believes.

Master Wushan waved his sleeves, but he didn't know what state Mr. Li had reached.

But seeing her today, it seems that she has solved a lot of confusion for herself.

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

There was no candle in the house, and Li Pingan blew out the last candle.

It saves a waste of money, in fact, it is the same for him with or without candles.

But I still insist on using this thing, life needs some sense of ritual.

The sense of ritual is what makes one day different from other days, one moment from other moments.

Li Pingan opened the window to let the moonlight come in with the breeze.

Holding a book of hexagrams and images lent to him by Master Miaoshan today, and a cup of hot tea next to him, he wants to sip from time to time.

Fortune-telling eats talent.

Those who have Tai Chi Noble Stars are born with integrity and dedication, and they are people of good fortune and longevity.

Clever and eager to learn, the spirit is especially strong.

Moreover, one must be diligent and solid in learning hexagrams, and not be too ambitious.

Have a compassionate heart.

The heart must be kind, and those who are not kind will be harmful.

Li Pingan has all these points.

[Fate: single-minded]

【Fate: Diligence can make up for one's weakness】

With the blessing of the two fates, Li Pingan can get twice the result with half the effort no matter what he learns.

Every time a hexagram is started, at the moment when the result of the hexagram image appears.

Li Pingan could feel that the vitality in his body was a little less, which seemed to be the cost of communicating with heaven and earth.

At first, Li Pingan could only count trivial things.

In the winter of the second year, specific people and certain things can be counted.

It's just that the more complicated the calculation is, and the higher the cultivation level of the calculation person, the more vitality will be consumed.

At the same time this is linked to causality such as distance, relationship, weather...  

This year, the capital city of Daxia was snowing heavily.

Li Ping pinched his fingers to figure out when the steamed stuffed bun shop would open today.

So that you can grab the steaming steamed buns just out of the pan as soon as possible.

Hey, Lao Zhang who sells buns fell ill today?It looks like it can't be opened.

Li Pingan frowned. He knew where Lao Zhang's house lived, not far from the attic.

Soon, he and Lao Niu arrived at Lao Zhang's house.

Lao Zhang was lying on the bed, guessing that he had suffered from the wind and cold due to the rain a few days ago.

"Father, let's have a good rest at home today."

It was Lao Zhang's son Xiao Zhang who spoke.

I can't rest today. Yesterday, Li Pingan chose fried dough sticks and soy milk between fried dough sticks and soy milk.

It has been arranged a long time ago, today is to eat steamed stuffed buns.

A drop of water dripped from the ice skates hanging on the eaves, and Li Pingan stretched out his index finger to catch it.

Flick your fingers lightly.

"Hey~"

The water drops made a soundless arc, passed through the doors and windows and landed on Lao Zhang.

Lao Zhang shuddered suddenly.

"Ah, ah, ah, ah!!"

After sneezing several times in a row, Lao Zhang suddenly felt much better.

He obviously felt dizzy just now, but now he suddenly feels much more comfortable.

"Baby, why do I feel better?"

"Father, you should have a good rest."

Xiao Zhang didn't believe that his father's illness would be cured as soon as he said he was cured.

"I really feel better." Lao Zhang felt refreshed. .

At this time, Li Pingan, who was squatting outside the window, embraced her with both hands.

He thought to himself: "That's right, not only are you much better, but you probably won't get any more diseases in the next few years.

So, whether steamed stuffed buns can be made or not today. "

After waiting for a while, the father and son in the room were still discussing.

A son who tried to convince himself that he was cured of his illness.

One comforted his father and quickly lay down to rest.

Li Pingan's fingers were drawing boredly on a thin layer of snow.

The old cow stamped one by one with its hoof, which is very beautiful.

So.....do you want to make steamed buns today?

One person and one cow waited boredly.

Which boring practitioner in the world would squat against someone's wall just to wait for breakfast?

Li Pingan and Lao Niu may be Scorpion Baba—the only one.

Maybe I will make buns today, maybe I won’t.

God doesn't know until the result comes out.

Li Pingan named it: "Schrödinger's Baozi~"

Finally, it was almost noon, and finally decided not to sell buns today.

Xiao Zhang was muttering to himself that his father worked all day and had to be brave when he was sick, while preparing to go out to buy some things.

"Hey?"

He suddenly noticed the imprints on the snow outside the window, but he didn't care.

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

Without any buns, Li Pingan and Lao Niu casually drank a bowl of hot and sour soup.

The hot and sour soup was extremely spicy.

"Moo~"

Lao Niu suddenly remembered Runtu, and Runtu liked spicy food very much.

I don't know what it is doing now, but the old cow suddenly misses this little brother a little bit.

Li Pingan took the chopsticks as bamboo sticks, ready to do the math.

Zhongzhou Great Sui, Shushan, Tongtian Peak.

Runtu in a long robe sat on the highest point of the main peak, looking at the distant sky.

After so many years, it is no longer a little Runtu rolling on the grass and chasing butterflies.

Instead, he became the admirable senior brother of Tongtian Peak.

"Second Senior Brother, a disciple came to report. The person we sent to negotiate came back and was beaten up."

"Slapped? Did you mention me?"

"Forehead...."

"Say!"

The disciple faltered, "...wasn't beaten at first, but I was beaten because I mentioned you, brother."

"Poop on your neck—the bear is on its head, it's too much bullying!!"

.......

(Come to work today, nice, interns know how to dress)

(my decision is too wise)