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

After an unknown amount of time, the old man took back the golden needle.

The originally bright golden color was now somewhat dimmed.

But the previous few silver needles have long lost their color, no different from ordinary silver needles.

The corners of the old man's eyes twitched, and his heart was bleeding.

After pondering for a while, he squeezed out a word between his teeth.

"Heaven's punishment, there is no cure!!"

Li Pingan supported himself so that he did not fall, leaning on the wall with one hand, panting heavily.

As if suffocated, he said hoarsely.

"What is a person punished by heaven?"

The old man said in a deep voice: "If you don't get involved in karma, you will not be able to enter the path of practice for life.

The body is flawed, but it has great strength in a certain way.

To put it simply, it is not tolerated by the law of heaven and earth, wandering outside the rules.

It's easier to understand, you don't belong to this world! "

In just one sentence, Li Pingan was horrified.

He's really...not of this world.

Could it be that this is the price I paid for traveling through time.

The old man let out a long sigh, "Although people punished by heaven are extremely rare, it's unheard of for you to be as strong as you, don't even mention seeing them!"

Li Pingan coughed a few times, but his mind was still buzzing.

The old man took one last look at Li Pingan, "It's not bad to be an ordinary person and live a stable life."

After speaking, he said goodbye to Liu Yun and left.

As he walked, he muttered.

"It's been bad luck for eight lifetimes."

Liu Yun stepped forward to support Li Pingan, worried: "Are you all right?"

The fragrance hits the face, and the fragrance hits people.

The skin is better than snow, warm and moist as fat.

Li Pingan withdrew his hand calmly, "...no problem..."

Liu Yun was slightly taken aback, her beautiful eyes slowly turning.

"...Thank you this time..."

What Li Pingan was referring to was that Liu Yun hired someone to treat his eyes, although he didn't know the identity of the old man.

However, from his conversation, the whole body breath can feel that the other party is absolutely extraordinary.

"I'm going back first. I drank too much tonight. I'll see you next time."

After finishing speaking, Liu Yun didn't wait for an answer.

Li Pingan turned around and left.

He picked up Jing Yu who was sleeping on the ground, and left step by step.

...........

Splitting headache.

Li Pingan deeply understood what it was like.

Lying in bed for a long time can't sleep

You can only force yourself to visualize the Nirvana Sutra.

I don't know how long it has passed, I just remember that the movement outside is getting louder and louder.

It should be dawn.

Li Pingan gradually lost consciousness.

When he woke up again, he found that Jing Yu was sitting by the bed, staring at himself.

Li Pingan rubbed his head, "What's wrong?"

"Be honest, the organization may consider letting you go."

"Explain what?"

"Nonsense, what happened to you and the princess yesterday? You two know each other?"

"That's right." Li Pingan said casually.

"What do you mean, right? Make it clear."

"Just ordinary friends."

"Ordinary friends? Are you lying to ghosts? Ordinary friends can come to find you in the middle of the night, and ordinary friends can ask the deputy supervisor of Qin Tianjian to treat your eye diseases."

Li Pingan waved his hand, not wanting to explain further.

Jing Yu was dismissed.

Li Pingan had a simple meal.

Twelve meat buns, three bowls of porridge, a plate of pickles, ten soup buns, and three sheets of mustache.

Finally, I bought another box of Qiao dim sum, and then I went back to sleep contentedly.

For several days in a row, Li Pingan seemed to be in a state of intoxication.

The wine he drank was not ordinary wine.

It was the fine wine that Jing Yu brought from the academy, coupled with the silver and gold needles from Qin Tianjian's deputy supervisor.

If it weren't for Li Ping'an's strong body, I'm afraid it wouldn't be a problem to sleep for a month or so.

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

In just a few days, the capital is an elegant place.

There was quite a disturbance.

Some people spend a lot of money in Qingyue Pavilion, just for a poem written by a romantic woman.

This kind of storyline has always been liked by literati and refined scholars.

All of a sudden, this poem became popular in the capital.

Then everyone learned that it was not Fengyue girl who wrote this poem, but a person from the academy.

His name is Jing Yu.

That day, the name Li Ping left behind was Jing Yu.

When others asked Miss Chen Xiang about the owner of that poem, Chen Xiang told the truth.

Academy.

"Jing Yu, as an academy student, you don't even have the shame to go to that kind of place."

Jing Yu looked at the red palms from the beating, feeling aggrieved.

Full of doubts.

How the hell did I get exposed! ?

After walking by the river for so many years, I have never wet my shoes.

Why not only was it exposed this time, but it was also known to everyone.

There was even a poem he wrote out of nowhere.

Jing Yu pursed his lips, tears glistened in his eyes.

Master Zhong held his ruler and looked at him seriously.

There was silence for a while.

Jing Yu was about to plead for mercy for himself, when he suddenly heard the teacher say.

"You really wrote that poem?"

"I....I don't know..."

Jing Yu was very drunk at the time, and met the princess as soon as he went out.

What happened afterward was that she inexplicably heard about her own name, which was spread in various brothels and brothels.

Then he was called by everyone Zhong to reprimand him.

"Don't know?" Everyone Zhong was confused, "Do you still remember that poem?"

Jing Yu shook his head.

With a flick of everyone's hand, a piece of rice paper rose from the table without wind and landed precisely in front of Jing Yu's eyes.

This is naturally not the one written by Li Pingan that day, but an excerpt by Mr. Zhong.

Words are also excellent.

Simple and unpretentious and accepting the universe.

"Standing in a dangerous building, the wind is soft

Looking very sad in spring, the sky grows sadly.

In the afterglow of the grass and smoke, who would lean on the fence without words?

I plan to get drunk on Shukuangtu, and sing to wine, and strong music is tasteless. "

Jing Yu took a deep breath, staring blankly at the last two sentences.

"I don't regret it when the belt gradually widens, and it makes people haggard for Yixiao."

Jing Yu stood up suddenly, and said solemnly: "I remembered, I wrote this poem."

Everyone Zhong squinted his eyes, "Don't deceive yourself!!"

The voice is not loud, but it is like Hong Zhong Da Lu.

Jing Yu's heart tightened, as if about to burst, he said hastily.

"Probably maybe maybe maybe not written by me!"

"So who used your name?"

Jing Yu recalled it for a while, and quickly locked on the subject.

"Teacher...it seems that Li Ping'an did it."

Everyone Zhong frowned, "Then why use your name?"

"Is it because I invited him to go whoring..." Jing Yu quickly changed his words, "I invited him to drink and chat in the elegant place, and he gave me this poem as a gift?"

Everyone Zhong stroked their beards. Now it seems that there is only one explanation.

Although he hasn't had much contact with Li Pingan, he also knows that the other party is a low-key person.

Jing Yu's eyes fell on the poem again, picked up the pen and ink, and added a line of small characters on it.

——In the 16th year of Tianyuan, You and Jing Yu traveled to Qingyue Pavilion and expressed their feelings, so they wrote lyrics and presented them to Jing Yu.

An excellent poem has been handed down to the world.

Even in the streets and alleys, it is excellent for the future development of a Confucian monk.

What's more, this poem will surely become a masterpiece in a short time.

Everyone Zhong frowned and let out a long sigh.

"Confucianism declined in the Sui Dynasty, and you don't want to think about how to promote Confucianism, but worry about these all day long.

sorrow!sorrow! "

As he spoke, he picked up his pen.

Added another line.

It became: "In the 16th year of Tianyuan, a friend of Ziyou and his disciple Jing Yu traveled to Qingyue Pavilion and expressed his feelings, so he wrote a poem and presented it to his disciple Jing Yu."

(Master Zhong, word: Ziyou)

Jing Yu:......

Teacher, you are really good~