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

After confirming that no one was following him, Li Pingan took Ma Sanniang home.

She was not seriously injured, but she was bleeding too much.

"What do you want to do next?"

After this incident, Ma Sanniang can no longer get along in this place.

She looked at the ceiling, "I haven't made up my mind yet, I'm going to walk around and find a suitable place to live in if I'm not sure."

After a moment of silence, Li Pingan said: "All the treasures of Lichun Courtyard have been bought, and I don't want any money, are you willing?"

Ma Sanniang smiled, "There's nothing to be reluctant to take with you when you're born or die."

"Speaking of this from your mouth, it really makes me think that sunrise in the west is not a rare thing."

Li Pingan stood up, "You can rest here at ease, and I will cook."

He pushed open the door and stepped out.

Ma Sanniang's voice came from inside the house, "Thank you."

"polite."

Half a month later, Ma Sanniang left Anbei Four Towns alone.

No farewell, no letter left.

Just one morning, she left here.

Just like she came here alone in the first place.

That night, two major events happened in the rivers and lakes of the four Anbei towns.

First, the famous Lichun Courtyard was demolished, and then several elders died tragically at home one after another.

Jia Wan from the East Market, Zhang Jin from the West Market, Zhao Jun and Jia Guang from the Liquor Market...  

The entire underworld in the four towns of Anbei has undergone earth-shaking changes and ushered in a new reshuffle.

It seems that someone is using the lives of these people to pay homage to the dead Li Chun Yuan.

The people who had been bullied by these people all clapped their hands and applauded, admiring the mysterious killer.

The mountains that weighed on their heads have finally been removed, and life will be much easier in the future.

However, it didn't take long for new people to replace the dead gangsters.

And their actions, compared to the former, are even worse.

This world is like this, one group of people leave, another group of people come, and then repeat.

The old cage has indeed been broken, but the times are still the same.

Li Pingan killed those people, but failed to defeat them.

Society is still this society, and the era is still this era.

Bloody and cruel, if you don't have the ability to benefit the world, at least you have to be alone.

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

The mountain is quiet as ancient, and the day is as long as a small year.

Li Pingan sat in the yard, the three-inch flying sword drizzled up and down in the date palm tree, hunting

After half a year of training, Li Ping'an is now able to control the Drizzle Sword to hurt people.

Such as the arm command can not be said, but it is quite skilled.

With a thought, the tip of the sword flashed coldly.

This sword was like a shooting star, piercing Li Pingan's eyebrows.

But suddenly stopped at a distance of half an inch.

After flying around again, it calmed down and fell into Li Pingan's palm.

The old cow yelled, reminding Li Pingan that it was time to eat.

Li Pingan walked to the stove and ordered two bowls of plain noodles with salted radish sticks.

"Moo~"

The old cow complained about the unpalatable food.

With the disappearance of Lichunyuan, Li Pingan also lost the most important source of life.

So life is not too easy.

Li Ping touched Lao Niu's body, "Lao Niu, why don't you donate a piece of meat, and we can have a bowl of beef noodles."

The old cow rolled his eyes, squatted in the corner with his face upright, and kept a distance from him.

Li Pingan sighed, this day is really impossible.

"Lao Niu, don't pour out the bath water at night, boil the noodles tomorrow, at least smell of beef."

One morning when I woke up, the northwest wind was blowing.

Going out for a drink, I guess I'll save money on meals today.

Li Pingan took Lao Niu out of the house and bought two sesame seed cakes while shopping.

Freshly baked pancakes are crispy on the outside and tender on the inside, soft and waxy.

The tighter the taste, the more fragrant it is.

Suddenly smelling the fragrance of flowers, it was only then that I noticed that I had wandered into a garden,

Li Pingan chose a place to sit down and had nothing to do.

A gust of wind blows, and the fallen leaves like cotton wool are flying in the wind.

Li Pingan got excited and untied the erhu on his back.

Pulled leisurely.

The wind has a unique breath, blowing past the ears.

..........

on the attic.

A gray and white puppy, walking around leisurely.

Everyone Zhong sat on a red sandalwood chair, leisurely watching the flowers bloom and fall in front of the court, and the clouds rolling and relaxing in the sky.

Smell the fragrance of flowers and listen to the singing of birds.

No noise, no worries.

The sky and the earth became suddenly enlightened.

Just at this moment, a white figure fell into the pavilion.

The visitor sat down unceremoniously, picked up the pastry and ate it.

Everyone Gu sighed helplessly, "Where did you go to play again?"

"Tried the food here and it didn't turn out very well."

As Jing Yu said, he glanced at the guqin behind everyone behind Gu.

"Teacher, is this your new piano?"

"Well, I bought it yesterday, and it looks good."

Jing Yu walked over and took a look, "This is not bad? It's far worse than yours."

As he spoke, he stretched out his finger and dialed it.

The lingering sound is lingering, unexpectedly good,

Qin has four beauties, one is good quality, the other is good chopping, the third is clever fingers, and the fourth is righteous heart.

If the four beauties are ready, it will be the best piano in the world.

Although this Qin cannot be called a top-quality piano, it is still a rare high-quality piano.

"Teacher, you still have vision."

Jing Yu put his hands together on the strings of the piano, stroked the strings with his hands, and a soft sound of the piano sounded.

His fingers are beautiful, like a woman's hands.

Fingers swing with the piano, sometimes slowly, sometimes flowing down like flowing water.

With a soft rhythm, entered a state of intoxication.

In the Sui Dynasty, someone used the qin as a Taoist, studied the way of rhythm, and when he played it, the timbre was excellent.

The harp of the sage, the sound of all things in the world, are all within it.

Although Jing Yu couldn't reach that extremely high level, he was still good.

The sound of the piano is elegant and unrestrained, like a ray of breeze for a while, and like a cloud floating freely for a while...

Just at this time, a discordant voice sounded.

The tune is sad and lonely, with little artistic conception.

It's completely different from Jing Yu's piano sound.

The potential has the meaning of water and fire.

Jing Yu frowned, but the movements of his hands were not affected.

The player who plays the piano has no distractions.

If the mood is affected by the other party, doesn't it mean that I am not good at learning.

So in such a good weather.

One qin and one erhu, each sings its own tune and blows its own trumpet.

It's like the two armies are fighting, fighting in full swing.

Everyone Zhong was not interested at first, but now they are interested.

The other party's tune was like rain hitting the residual lotus, fragmentary.

But he was brought into it involuntarily, as if facing the lonely lamp of the cold moon, remembering the past, with mixed feelings.

Battles come and go as quickly as they come.

Jing Yu's brows became tighter and tighter, and he felt as if he was surrounded by the opponent's army.

The more urgent and chaotic, only a harsh sound was heard, and the strings suddenly broke.

hum! ! !

Jing Yu's face was flushed, and he let out a big mouthful of air.

(There are only two chapters today, don’t be surprised)