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

"boom--!!"

The barbarians grabbed Li Ping'an and ran away like a chicken cub.

The old cow and the cat behind received the same treatment.

Just ran out not far.

Suddenly they found that the avalanche had stopped.

The sloping wave of snow seemed to be still.

The gravel and broken wood that followed stopped moving.

The barbarians had never seen such a scene before, and they stared with big eyes and small eyes, not knowing what was going on.

Li Pingan used barbarian language to tell them not to worry.

He held a piece of white paper in his hand and put away the knight pen.

The white paper spontaneously ignited without fire in the hand and disappeared without a trace.

The collapsed snow-capped mountains began to return to their original shape, and the broken trees and gravel also began to recover.

As if it never happened.

The barbarians looked at this scene in surprise, and their eyes changed again and again when they looked at Li Ping'an.

He simply knelt down, as if he regarded him as a god.

Li Ping'an quickly asked them to get up and signaled them to turn around and go back.

After a brief farewell, one person, one cow and one cat left.

After this group of barbarians returned to the tribe, they encountered an avalanche a few days ago.

The man who came from the Central Plains casually stopped the avalanche and spread the news.

The entire ethnic group seemed to explode.

The vivid descriptions given by the dozen or so barbarians did not look like they were lying at all.

The tribe leader thought for a long time and finally came up with a reason.

That person must not be an ordinary Central Plains person.

It was the immortals who came down to earth specifically to help them.

Otherwise, we would not have brought so many things from the Central Plains people and taught them techniques they had never thought of...

It didn't take long for things to become more vivid.

Other tribes also heard the news and sent people to find out what was going on.

In the end, the patriarch even spared no effort.

The whole clan was mobilized to carve the image of a man, a cow and a cat as a kind of religious worship.

Then, through the saying of gods descending to earth.

Claiming that his people have gained some kind of divine power.

I don't know if it's a psychological effect or something else.

He actually took the opportunity to conquer the two surrounding tribes.

Of course, the most important reason is that the combat power of this barbarian group has really been blessed with combat power.

Li Pingan improved the saddles, stirrups and other items of the Central Plains people.

It is very suitable for white-haired giant beasts.

Don't underestimate these two things.

In an era without stirrups, people needed to ride on the back of a naked horse.

Only by grabbing the reins or the horse's mane and clamping the horse's belly with your legs can you keep yourself from falling when the horse is galloping.

But this method is very unreliable. First of all, it is easy to get tired after riding for a long time.

At the same time, it was difficult to use swords and spears as desired while on horseback.

Slashing or assassination, the collision of weapons from both sides...

Waiting can cause the rider to slip off the horse at any time.

This is also true for the white-haired giant beast.

And with these two adaptable things, the barbarians can obviously control the white-haired giant beast more easily.

Fighting against barbarians from other tribes, you will naturally be one step ahead.

So this wise and somewhat talented leader of the barbarian tribe seized this opportunity.

At the same time, rumors spread widely that a certain tribe had obtained the God of the Snowfield.

The statue made by the tribe itself was also changed to be dug out of the snowfield.

It's like a small snowball less than the size of a palm on the top of the mountain.

Li Pingan happened to pass by and kicked him casually.

So this little snowball rolled bigger and bigger, and rolled bigger and bigger...

Finally triggering an avalanche.

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

The wheels of history are rolling.

But for Li Ping'an, he didn't know yet.

Just still moving forward step by step.

The cat was running around, carrying the scimitar left to her by the little barbarian girl on her waist.

The sadness I felt when we parted a few days ago is no longer there.

There is unknown scenery ahead, and there is an endless road under your feet.

Sometimes we stop to rest, sometimes we continue on our way.

Sometimes we meet other barbarian tribes.

Li Ping'an asked them where to go further east using the few barbarian languages ​​he had learned.

No barbarian knows.

No one has been to the east.

Further east, the wind and snow become more intense.

It seems to be submerging people in it.

The cat faced the wind and was almost blown away before taking two steps.

After walking for more than two months, the wind and snow finally stopped.

"Roar--!!"

Looking down in a snow valley.

It was two barbarian tribes fighting on the snowy field.

The two parties have become entangled.

The beasts on both sides were tearing at the corpses, and the air was filled with disgusting blood.

The blood-stained barbarians were making a last-ditch effort.

For a moment, a beast-like roar spread throughout the valley.

Broken spears and various weapons were half-hidden in the red snow...

The old cow covered the cat's eyes.

"The fairy can't see anything~"

The cat struggled wildly with its short legs.

When Li Ping'an and the others arrived, the battle was coming to an end.

The blood-stained barbarians hurriedly cleaned up the battlefield and left quickly.

It seems that they are worried that the other party will come to support them.

When Li Pingan walked down the valley, only the corpses of barbarians and beasts were left on the ground.

The cat's sense of smell is very sensitive, so the old cow took her and hid far away.

"Cough cough cough!!"

A barbarian crawled out of the corpse, although he was badly bruised.

But he still survived on the battlefield with his tenacious vitality.

Seeing Li Ping'an coming over, he glanced slightly.

A trace of surprise flashed in his eyes.

Because this man's appearance and height really don't look like a barbarian.

The barbarian knew that he was not far from death and had no intention of resisting, so he just stared at him.

Li Pingan expressed his goodwill to him in barbarian language.

I wanted to heal him, but found that it was already beyond repair.

With systematic blessing, Li Ping'an's medical skills are truly superb.

But that doesn't mean he can come back to life.

The reason why this barbarian is still alive is entirely due to his perseverance and the strong physique of the barbarian.

The barbarian seemed to know that he was about to die soon, looking at the last ray of sunset in the valley.

Li Ping'an unscrewed the wine gourd and gave him a big sip.

The barbarian groaned.

Li Ping'an patted his shoulder and didn't want to disturb him anymore.

He drank the rest of the wine, turned around and left.

There’s no telling what this picture feels like.

The blood-red setting sun hung high in the sky, and the smoke from the battlefield still lingered.

There were broken limbs and broken arms all over the ground.

One is a barbarian who fought for his tribe until the last moment, looking up at the last ray of the setting sun in his life.

One continued to walk forward, walking leisurely and slowly.

The setting sun fell on his pair of blue moos, and there seemed to be no waves.

Li Ping'an put his hands in his sleeves, squinting slightly and looking into the distance.