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

Li Pingan walked into the back room, and the old cow squinted and squatted beside the stove.

Wang Yi and Alia were nowhere to be seen in the house.

Li Pingan walked out.

After a while, hurried footsteps came from the yard.

"It's over, uncle will definitely be angry."

Two figures hurried into the yard.

"Be quiet!"

Wang Yi wiped the rainwater from his face, because he ran so fast that his body was drenched.

"The time is rushing, he will definitely not find out."

"We are all wet, how could the uncle not find out."

Wang Yi said: "You forgot, he is blind and cannot see."

The two briefly wiped their wet hair, then walked into the house.

The autumn wind is bleak and cold.

Coupled with the relentless rain, the two couldn't help leaning against the stove.

After a while, Li Pingan walked in.

As if nothing happened, he just entered the room for a while.

"Keep going."

Alia shuddered, trying to catch her breath evenly.

But after running such a long way, how could it be possible to slow down so quickly.

Wang Yi also suppressed his breathing rate, but he was still panting uncontrollably.

Because he was afraid of being discovered by Li Pingan, he had no choice but to open his mouth to confuse the public.

"It's really windy today."

"Yeah, it's raining too much."

Li Pingan said without raising his head.

Wang Yi pursed his lips and was trying to find some other topics, so he listened to Li Pingan.

"Ginger soup is boiled for you in the pot, and there are cotton blankets in the room, one for each of you.

Drink a few more bowls of ginger soup later, so as not to suffer from the cold.

By the way, let your friends come in too, it's cold outside. "

Wang Yi and Alia looked at each other in embarrassment, knowing that they had run out.

........

Wrapped in quilts and drank ginger soup, the four felt much more comfortable.

It's raining a lot less outside.

Wang Yi leaned back and supported himself with both hands.

There was an expression of intoxication and envy on his face, as if he hadn't recovered from the battle in Qiufengting.

Muttering something in his mouth, he made a sword pointing at the void and scribbled.

It seems that he is the mysterious swordsman in Qiufeng Pavilion.

"The battle just now was really exciting. When do you think I can become as powerful as that person?"

Wang Yi sighed.

Alia buried her small face in the bowl and raised her head, "Why does that mysterious master wear a mask?"

Wang Yi said, "All masters are like this, hiding their identities. Have you seen any masters bluffing into the market?"

"Too."

Alia nodded thoughtfully.

Fat Jun said: "According to the setting of the novel, this kind of mysterious master may be a groom with missing teeth or a beggar on the street. Anyway, it's right not to attract attention."

Wang Yi turned over and stood up, "Hey, do you think that if I find him, will he accept me as his disciple?"

Fat Jun shook his head, "Boss, you don't know anything, where can you find it?"

"As long as you work hard and grind an iron pestle into a needle! If you don't look for it, how will you know you can't find it?"

Wang Yi said firmly.

Li Pingan sat silently, concentrating on the "Nirvana Sutra"

Although there are only a few thousand words, every time he reads it, he will have a completely different feeling.

Every time he thinks about it, he can feel that his thoughts have become firmer and more condensed.

"Sir, can you write?"

At some point, Zhao Linger came over.

Carefully looking at the few neat rice papers on the desk.

"It's just for fun."

"Can I have a look?" Zhao Linger whispered.

With Li Pingan's consent, Zhao Ling'er picked up the rice paper.

Taking a closer look, he couldn't help but open his eyes wide.

She grew up in a deep boudoir, and her father was a well-known scholar.

There is a strong academic atmosphere in the family, and he is naturally very proficient in piano, chess, calligraphy and painting.

See Li Pingan's words now

The character is majestic and elegant, like a dragon jumping over the gate of heaven, or a tiger crouching on the phoenix.

One horizontal and one vertical, it gives people a feeling of swallowing mountains and rivers.

"Tian Xingjian, the gentleman is self-improvement!"

After Zhao Linger finished reading, she was stunned.

Then he looked up into Li Pingan's eyes.

It seems that I can't believe that Li Ping'an is really blind.

Zhao Linger's eyes fell on the pen and ink again, and after a long time, she just let out a breath.

"Mr.'s handwriting is really excellent."

Li Pingan said: "Usually boring, just write to pass the time."

"Mr. is really overrated. I am afraid that there are very few people in the four towns of Anbei who can write such good characters."

Zhao Linger said sincerely.

"Is this one also written by Mr.?"

Zhao Ling'er turned a page down, and found that the ink on this one was completely different from the previous one.

The handwriting is lifted suddenly by the wind, and the birds of prey fly away.

With just a few strokes, there is a demeanor that sweeps away all tackiness.

"It was written by a big cow." Li Pingan pointed to the old cow next to the stove to keep warm.

Zhao Linger burst out laughing, "Sir, you really know how to joke."

Lao Niu lazily rolled his eyes, impolite~

The rain stopped outside, and the clothes of the four were dried.

Then he bid farewell to Li Pingan and prepared to go back to his respective homes.

Before leaving, Zhao Linger looked at Li Pingan's calligraphy reluctantly, and then put it back in its original place.

"Take it if you like it."

Li Pingan suddenly said.

Zhao Linger shook her head hurriedly, "Mr. Linger's calligraphy, how can Linger take it at will."

Li Pingan said with a smile: "What calligraphy, it's just for fun, if you like it, I will give it to you."

Zhao Linger bit her lip and hesitated for a moment.

I wanted to refuse again, but finally nodded, "Then thank you sir."

...........

In the blink of an eye, it was another three or five days.

Li Pingan played chess with Monk Changqing in the yard.

Li Pingan's chess is very bad, but in the fight with Monk Changqing, he gradually realized some tricks.

Coupled with the role of fate [diligence can make up for one's weakness], one will soon have some attainments.

Both sides come and go, and the two armies fight.

As Changqing failed to make a strong attack, the situation on the chessboard gradually favored Li Pingan.

Li Pingan had a very accomplished smile on his face.

It's not in vain for me to work hard for so long, and I'm finally going to win Changqing.

Changqing squeezed Heizi with his hands, frowning in thought.

Suddenly, Changqing put down the black pieces in his hand, and scattered the pieces on the chessboard with a wave of his hand.

"A gentleman strives for self-improvement, has a lot of fate, and the country is in crisis, but you and I can only play with things and waste time here.

Sad, lamentable! "

Li Pingan looked at the broken chessboard:......

In order not to lose to me, you really found a good excuse.

Changqing held his head up and walked away thoughtfully, "The little monk is going to study Buddhism, playing with things to lose one's mind, playing with things to lose one's mind."

Li Pingan was silent for a moment, "How about a new one?"

"Then let's start a new game." Changqing turned around.

after awhile.

"Playing with things and losing one's mind! Playing with things and losing one's mind!"

Chang Qing sighed and turned his head.

Li Pingan looked at the chessboard that hadn't been played yet, he was not a son of man~