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

The sky is but dim.

Li Pingan got up on time and finished washing.

First visualize the exercises on the bed for a while, and then use the branches as knives in the yard.

After sweating profusely, I felt refreshed.

Then he recited the "Nirvana Sutra" silently, and recalled the gains and losses when he fought against Kong Yang.

The strength of practitioners is really hard for ordinary people to match.

If Kong Yang hadn't been injured, he might only have a [-]% chance of winning that battle.

Li Pingan flipped his hand, and a three-inch long blue dagger appeared in his palm.

This is Kong Yang's sword, which was taken back by Li Pingan.

He could feel that there was an aura belonging to Kong Yang hidden in the sword body.

Practitioners are really amazing.

Before time travel, Li Pingan liked some fantasy novels.

Seeing that the protagonist can cultivate casually, and buy a book about cultivation anywhere, he can work behind closed doors.

When it was really my turn, I realized that reality is always cruel.

The three-inch short sword feels as warm as jade to the touch.

It is narrow and thin, like a willow leaf.

There is no tsuba, nor any other decorations.

But there is a faint layer of brilliance on the edge of the sword, like a pool of autumn water, so thin that it is almost transparent.

Li Ping flicked lightly, and the sword made a crisp sound.

After thinking for a moment, Li Ping injected true energy into his fingertips.

Then lightly tap the sword body, trying to erase the residual breath of Kong Yang in the sword body.

The tip of the sword trembled slightly, and let out a low hiss, as if resisting.

The fierce sword energy began to resist Li Pingan's breath, and the large amount of true energy poured into Li Pingan floated into the bottomless swamp like a fallen leaf.

【Turtle breathing power】

As soon as the mind moves, the qi will be born by itself.

What is important is to breathe continuously, so that the true energy surges like a tide.

Li Pingan took a short breath before attacking again.

If the two armies are at war, it may take dozens or even hundreds of battles to completely defeat the enemy.

After three sticks of incense.

Li Pingan let out a long breath, fine beads of sweat appeared on his forehead.

He only felt a tightness in his chest, his true energy was about to be exhausted, and the sharp blade pierced his skin.

Li Pingan looked at the blood on his fingers and frowned slightly.

It's much harder than I imagined.

However, he was not in a hurry, and slowly wiped the blood on the sword.

One's true energy can be recovered, but the sword energy in the three-inch short sword cannot be regenerated.

Sooner or later, the sword energy will be completely expelled, but it will only take a little more time.

Thinking of this, Li Pingan put away his dagger and walked out of the house.

.........

The sun was setting and the sky was blood-red, as if heralding that a thrilling storm was coming.

However, Southwest Street is still very lively at this time.

This area is a famous food street, and people are crowded with each other.

There is an alluring fragrance in the air.

A stall in ten steps, a small shop in a hundred steps.

Li Pingan sat down in a corner, made some wine, mixed with three shredded noodles, mutton skewers, and a noodle soup.

The aroma is tangy and mouth-watering.

Li Pingan was eating happily when he heard a familiar voice.

"gentlemen!"

A man in his 30s walked over quickly and said in surprise.

"Sir, it's really you!"

Liu Yong?

Li Pingan did not expect to meet Liu Yong here.

At the beginning, I couldn't bear to see Liu Yong's utter sincerity, so I recommended him to the Princess Mansion.

I thought he should be an official in the capital, but I never thought that he would come back here.

But after thinking about it for a while, I understood.

This Liu Yong was worthy of his high regard at the beginning.

It's a good day in the capital, but I want to come here to defend my family and the country.

"Why are you here?" Li Pingan asked.

"Thanks to sir, Liu Yong was able to work under General Xiahou.

General Xiahou is upright and respected, he is a rare good general.

Liu Yong really gained a foothold under the general. "

Li Pingan waved his hand, "No problem, I remember that General Xiahou's garrison is not here, you have important business to come to Anbei Four Towns."

"Exactly." Liu Yong looked around cautiously, and was about to tell Li Pingan.

Li Pingan was the first to stop him, "It's an important matter, so it's inconvenient for me to listen."

Liu Yong said: "Mr. is still considerate."

What he wants to do is indeed a secret, and most people naturally refuse to tell it.

Only seeing that it was Li Ping'an, there was no doubt about it.

Liu Yong still had work to do and couldn't stay longer, so he asked where Li Ping'an lived, and left in a hurry.

...........

"I'm done eating."

After eating in a hurry, Wang Yi left the table.

The mother said from the side: "Why do you eat so little, why are you in such a hurry? You are in a hurry."

"I'm going to be late later."

Wang Yi said without looking back.

He got up late today, so it would be bad if he was the last one to go.

Wang Shan looked at his child in surprise.

A few days ago, letting him go to Li Pingan's courtyard was like sending him to hell.

But now I look forward to going every day.

"What's wrong with this kid...?"

The mother stared at her son's back with doubts on her face.

This doubt is not limited to Wang Yi's parents. Alia and Zhao Ling'er are also very confused about Wang Yi's behavior these days.

I wonder if he took the wrong medicine, or maybe he is not the real Wang Yi?

Don't be lazy every day, and concentrate on practicing calligraphy.

Do what the master tells you to do, and dare not violate it in the slightest.

More than ten days passed in a flash.

Wang Yi thought about following Li Pingan's wishes in everything, and continued to do as he said.

One day is uncertain, Li Ping'an will be happy.

So I accepted myself as a closed disciple.

It's just that Wang Yi gradually realized that it was not the same thing.

Li Pingan's attitude towards him has never changed, whether Wang Yi used to be like a rebellious boy, or he is so docile now.

Li Pingan just taught him calligraphy, and occasionally taught him some principles of life.

Not too close, but not too far away.

Evening wind, sunset.

Just like a few strokes in a huge painting, there is a kind of sparse indifference, a kind of cool tranquility.

Li Pingan sat under the tree, lightly tapping his finger on the three-inch dagger.

This is a contest of willpower.

As long as one party is slightly distracted, the other party will launch a fatal blow to the other party.

After half an hour.

Li Pingan's forehead and nose were covered with beads of sweat, and his muscles felt numb and itchy as if they had been burned.

After more than ten days of non-stop sending troops to fight, he finally forced out the last sword energy of the three-inch dagger.

Today may be the final decisive battle.

Li Pingan took a deep breath and concentrated all his strength on his fingertips.

Om-! !

The tip of the sword trembled violently, and the sword in his hand turned into an afterimage, blooming like a lotus flower.

In the next second, a sword hole appeared on the back of Li Pingan's hand.

If he took another slow step, the sword would have pierced his throat.