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

The water-filled naan that Li Pingan gave them was filled with hot water.

Then they walked into the tent and pressed the hot water naan on their little feet.

He added another handful of firewood to the fire, and drank a sip of wine to warm his body.

Then prepare to enter the visualization.

Jing Yu came over and said, "Brother Li, Xifeng, Limema, and good wine, why don't we write a poem.

I make the last sentence, you make the next sentence.

Longitudinal snow dyes all over Qianshan Road, and the fierce west wind sees the eagle! "

Seeing that Li Pingan didn't speak for a while, Jing Yu said again: "Brother Li, it's your turn."

"I don't know how to write poetry." Li Pingan said.

"Stop joking, brother Li."

"Really not, those poems have nothing to do with me."

Jing Yu: "...Then how about we compare swords?"

"I can't compare to you."

Li Pingan said it very easily.

Jing Yu was a little anxious, "I don't know how to know, I'm easy to fight."

"That's not the case."

Jing Yu gritted his teeth, "Then let's play the piano!"

"I can't play the piano."

"You play the erhu, I play the piano!"

"Oh~"

"Then let's start the competition?" Jing Yu was overjoyed.

"No comparison."

Jing Yu was about to go mad with anger, "What is it, you are willing to compare with me."

Li Pingan said helplessly: "Then how about this, you wait for me in the forest ahead, don't disturb the child's sleep."

"no problem!"

Jing Yu was overjoyed, and ran into the woods in three steps instead of two.

After he left, Li Pingan regained his composure.

Enter a state of visualization.

Fate: [Diligence can make up for one's weakness], [Single-mindedness] activated

Two thoughts flashed through my mind.

..........

The next morning.

The team going south set off again.

Li Pingan ignored the resentful gaze behind him.

"Do you know what is the most common in the desert outside the pass?" Jing Yu shouted.

No one answered, and Jing Yu didn't feel embarrassed.

Ask yourself and answer: "The ghoul army is the most numerous in this desert! It will be troublesome to meet them."

A bright moon was shrouded in dark clouds, and the vast desert and sea were plunged into a pitch-black night.

No one spoke, no sound.

Only the occasional flock of geese flitting across the sky.

Li Pingan listened to the wind coming from his ears, and suddenly caught the sound of footsteps.

It was a man wearing straw sandals, with his hat pressed down, his expression couldn't be seen clearly.

A knife was wrapped in sheepskin and carried in the armpit.

"Can I borrow a fire?"

Li Pingan made a gesture of please.

The man sat down and took out the bulging thing from his arms.

It was a dead eagle.

Cui Cai glanced at the man, and vigilantly clenched the weapon at his waist.

The man quickly hollowed out the inside of the eagle and drained the blood.

Then he started to roast it with fire.

After a while, he ate like no one else was there.

Li Pingan pursed his lips and passed the wine gourd over.

"There is wine."

The man took the wine, tore the eagle in half, and handed half to Li Pingan.

Li Pingan took over Eagle and completed the deal.

To be honest, he has never eaten such a thing.

I tasted it today and it tasted weird.

Not very tasty, but not too bad either.

"Brother, it's not an ordinary person, that is, a Confucian scholar who doesn't look like a scholar."

Jing Yu leaned against a tree branch, with a weed in his mouth, and asked leisurely.

The man was silent for a moment, "I haven't read for a long time."

"What do you do when you don't study? Did you change your career?" Jing Yu could speak as usual.

Li Pingan just ate eagle meat and didn't say much.

"Find someone."

"Who?"

"My woman, her surname is Yan, is also a Confucian scholar like me, and disappeared ten years ago."

After eating the eagle meat, the man thanked him and left.

Jing Yu shook his head talking to himself, "It's a pity for such a person who has turned from a Confucianist to a bully, and his heart is full of hostility."

The next day, the team going south continued to set off.

In the evening, we arrived at a village.

The village is not big, some are dilapidated, with earthen walls and thatched roofs, short and dirty.

At the entrance of the village squatted a little old man with a hunched back, holding a pipe in his hand, and shrunk his head.

Seeing someone coming, stand up.

Cui Cai shouted: "Old man, we are traveling. Can we stay overnight in the village after dark? We will pay for it."

The little old man took a look at the few people and saw that the other party had four children.

The vigilance is not so strong, "Okay, then come with me."

The village was so quiet that there was not even a dog barking. Everyone in the village must have rested at this time.

The little old man walked in the front with an oil lamp.

Soon, came to a courtyard.

The little old man opened the door, "Everyone in the village is asleep, old man, the house I live in is too small, so you can deal with it here for a night first."

Cui Cheng thanked them, the old man left an oil lamp for them, and left.

"I feel that this village is a bit weird." Cui Cai frowned.

Eldest brother Cui Cheng asked: "Tell me specifically."

Cui Cai pursed his lips, "I can't tell you the specifics, but I always feel that there is an eerie feeling when I enter the village."

Suddenly, there was a scream.

"Jing Yu, what's wrong with you?"

Jing Yu closed his eyes, as if he suddenly lost consciousness, and fell to the ground with a thud.

It shocked the timid Fat Jun beside him.

Li Pingan squatted down and checked.

The breath and pulse are very steady.

It was like passing out.

"It's okay, help him into the back room to rest."

Cui Cheng and Cui Cai helped the unconscious Jing Yu into the house.

Cui Cai said: "Why is this kid so heavy?"

Cui Cai is a martial artist with blood and blood. He is carrying a load of one hundred and eighty catties on his body, and he has no problem at all with walking like flying.

But carrying Jing Yu behind his back really took his strength away.

"It seems that we can only live here tonight." Cui Cheng said.

"I hope we think too much." Cui Cai said.

He definitely didn't dare to eat the food in the house, so he could only gnaw on the dry food he brought with him.

"This Jing Yu is a big talker on weekdays, and he is the first to stop cooking at critical moments." Wang Yi curled his lips.

Cui Cai smiled, expressing his agreement with his young master's words.

There is nothing magical about coming to this academy, people like Jing Yu can enter.

Several people gathered in the back room.

Cui Cheng and Cui Cai will definitely not sleep tonight, although Li Pingan told them to sleep at ease.

But the two of them were still uneasy.

While sleeping, Wang Yi picked up a big rock and put it in his hand, saying that if someone came to sneak attack in the middle of the night, he would be able to react immediately.

As a result, in the middle of the night, Wang Yi snored loudly.

The angry Alia kicked him several times, but he didn't seem to wake up at all.

There was a very small sound in the wind.

Cui Cai and Cui Cheng didn't catch it, but they couldn't escape Li Pingan's ears.

"If there is any movement, I'll go and see."

Li Pingan stood up.

"Mr. Li, I'm with you." Cui Cheng drew out the dagger from his waist.

The two walked out of the back room and opened the door.

The night was very dark, like the sound of the wind, and like someone crying.

The movement came from the room on the west side.

The door was locked, but such a worn-out old lock.

Cui Cheng broke it open in twos and twos.

crunch~

An extremely ear-piercing voice sounded.

Li Ping walked in.

With the help of [Air Lock], Li Pingan knew that there was no one inside.

The room was very dark, and Li Pingan couldn't see anything clearly.

On the other hand, Cui Cheng was taken aback, "Mr. Li, this... is a mourning hall..."

"Oh?" Li Pingan raised his eyebrows slightly.

Tablets, incense tables, candles, flowers and flower baskets on both sides, it is quite complete.

Did not see the Spiritual Pivot.

I don't know that the coffin has already been buried in the ground, and the mourning hall has not had time to withdraw.

Or some other reason.

Cui Chengrao circled around, and then his eyes fixed on the exquisite small portrait placed on the incense case.

The small statues are cut out of hard paper, which is a folk custom.

Draw a small image on the paper and draw it out little by little with a knife.

However, they are usually small statues that look like the dead.

Why did you cut seven of them?

Li Pingan slid his fingers across the incense table and rubbed his fingertips.

There is no dust and the candles are fresh.

"excuse me."

Li Pingan lifted the tablet slightly and touched it with his hand. There was a lot of dust under the tablet.

This shows that this mourning hall has been arranged for a long time, but someone comes to clean it regularly.

And the person who cleans generally does not touch the tablet.

This is why there is no ash on the incense table, but there will be ash under the tablet seat.

"...sir...sir..."

On the other side, Cui Cheng's trembling voice sounded.

Li Pingan said in a deep voice, "What's wrong?"

Cui Cheng held a paper-cut miniature in his hand, "Sir, this miniature...why does it look so much like us!?"