Autumn winds, moon shadows, cold water and air currents.

The night market is lit up by thousands of lights, and high-rise buildings with red sleeves are crowded.

When you first come to Guangling, you don't look into the distance, but only look at the center of the street.

Glimpse of the light, prosperity is instantaneous.

Pavilions and pavilions complement each other, occupying the late autumn style.

Everywhere the road is full of Guangling beauty, and visitors are drunk.

Out is prosperous, in is quiet.

You can enjoy the white clouds and blue mountains into the painting, and you can also find a place to return to in the bustling city.

Observe and appreciate its wonder, smell and delight its fragrance.

......

Li Ping'an held a bamboo pole and led the old cow under the light and shadow.

Although you can't appreciate its beauty, you can feel a few of it.

The old cow mooed and told Li Ping'an about the scenery and appearance of this Guangling Mansion.

One man and one ox walk very slowly.

The moonlight on the street illuminates the bluestone pavement.

Pedestrians weaved, some standing, some riding horses.

Leaves a faint shadow on the ground.

Lao Niu introduced Li Ping'an to the clothes of the women on the street.

It is much more open than that in the capital, and it is dressed up in a showy manner.

Writhing down the street, they huddled together.

It makes the whole street look like a colorful river.

Li Ping'an couldn't help but say: "Old Niu, don't just introduce the appearance of a woman. ”

Lao Niu arched Li Ping'an, as if to say that you kid should find a partner.

As I walked, there were a lot fewer people around.

I don't know how long it will be.

Li Ping'an sat under a tea stall and exhaled softly.

Some people have been beautiful here, and some people have been lonely.

Someone came, someone left.

Li Ping'an thought about when he left.

Don't expect anything to gain, at least not to lose.

Li Ping'an was interested.

Take out the erhu and play the familiar tune.

Hu Sheng is like a clear spring, a mountain rock, and a rain hitting a plantain.

Sometimes it's long, sometimes it's gentle, and it goes straight to the heart.

As the saying goes: Monks from outside are good at chanting scriptures.

Guangling Mansion is full of piano and flute music, but it is really rare for this person to play the erhu so well.

In a short time, many people gathered around.

Someone keeps throwing money.

Most of the people in the inner city are from wealthy families, and no one cares about the money.

"Young master, let's go see the lanterns, shall we?"

Maiden Lan Yue said

Yan Shisan smiled and nodded, but suddenly noticed that there were many people around him.

I couldn't help but be curious.

is different from the charlatan he imagined.

Dressed in a green shirt and tied with a hat.

His complexion is as calm as water, and he has a bit of everyone's temperament.

The sound of Hu slowly entered the ears.

Yan Shisan was originally curious to hear it, but who knew that the simple timbre suddenly attracted him.

A melodious and slow melody that twists and turns in the dark.

The more it plays, the more addictive it becomes.

It's like the tide surging in the middle of the night, and it's heart-wrenching.

It is like the voice flowing from the lonely heart, which contains sad and bitter music.

It makes people's hearts tremble with it.

Yan Shisan took a deep breath.

Hu Sheng changed again, with a hint of loss, regret and regret.

But with a hint of stubbornness, it tells the bitterness that ordinary people can't understand.

The maid Lanyue only felt sad.

Yan Shisan can empathize, after the death of his mother, he was an illegitimate child.

Neglected and disliked, he was hated.

At a young age, he has already tasted the warmth and coldness of people.

This piece seems to be a kind of emotion, a kind of artistic conception.

Already beyond any of the tunes, it's purely an inner emotion.

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

The end of the song.

There was silence for a moment, followed by thunderous applause.

Bang la la la la~

The sound of throwing money is constant.

Yan Shisan stood in place in a daze, and came back to his senses for a while.

"Young Master..... Why are you crying? ”

"It's fine."

Yan Shisan smiled bitterly, "Lan Yue, do we still have money?" ”

Lan Yue took out half a penny, "There are some that are kept for the young master to buy shoes." ”

Yan 13 took half a penny of silver.

But instead of throwing it away, it was solemnly placed on the ground,

"Young Master!" Lan Yue was very reluctant.

"It's okay, you can wear old shoes."

Yan Shisan smiled, and then glanced deeply at the erhu person.

"Sir, there is a lack of musicians in my house, but Mr. is interested." Someone shouted.

Li Ping'an smiled, "Thank you for your good intentions, but there are still important things to do, so I can't obey my fate." ”

"Five taels of silver a month! Eat and live. ”

You must know that the guys in ordinary inns only have two dollars of silver a month.

The five taels of silver were already a high price, but Li Ping'an still refused.

The man could only be foolish.

"One more!"

"One more!"

There was a heckling.

Li Ping'an slowly pulled it up again.

The second time I listened to it, it was the same tune.

But it feels very different.

Yan Shisan just stood there quietly.

I don't know how many times I've heard it, wave after wave of people have gone, and wave after wave of people have come.

Until late at night, the blind man put down the erhu.

"That's all for today."

It's like saying it to yourself, and it's like saying it to the audience around you.

Yan Shisan pulled Lan Yue, who was squatting on the side and napping.

"Gone."

"Hmm~ young master..."

Yan Shisan smiled softly.

The moonlight shone on the girl's face, making her eyes sparkle.

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

[Name: Li Ping'an, lifespan: 150-160]

【Erquan Reflecting Moon Lv3 (1600/10000)】

[Qualification: Lower grade spirit bone]

[Listening to the wind knife method: 91%—no increase]

[Knife drawing * oblique sheath: 65%-68%]

[Turtle breath work: 93%—no increase]

[Swallow piercing the clouds 42%-43%]

Skill: [Breath Lock: 63%—64%]

Cultivation Heart Sutra: [Nirvana Sutra]

Obtain Treasure: [Cultivator's Flying Sword, Drizzle (70% Control)]

【The cane knife turned into a hibiscus tree】

["Chivalrous Pen"] (some of the rules set by Confucian sages remain in the pen)

Undigested breath in the body: [Alcohol]

[Residual Buddhist True Qi] (Completely digested)

Personality: [White Personality: Diligence can make up for clumsiness]

[Cyan Destiny: Single-mindedness]

The voice of the system rings in my head.

The lift is not too big.

It's just that the knife drawing* oblique sheath has risen from 65% to 68%

It rose by three percentage points, which surprised Li Ping'an.

There is a slight inductance in the brain.

Holding the handle of the knife, you can clearly feel the difference from before.

The blade slashed through the air, tearing out a silver light in the darkness.

It's fleeting.

The breeze swept around, and the sword light spread out like a pool of blue waves.

"Not bad, not bad."

Li Ping'an nodded with satisfaction.

The improvement of the breath lock and the swallow piercing longitudinal is not obvious, but the difference from the previous one can be felt subtly.

"It's a good day."

Li Ping'an squatted down and picked up the money on the ground one by one.

"Lao Niu, it seems that you don't have to worry about the expenses these days, I knew that I should play more songs in the capital."

Old Cow: "Moo~"

Li Ping'an sighed and stood up again.

"Sleep today, and tomorrow will go to the Nanguo Mansion to return the seeds of the Fusang tree.

Old Niu, did you say that the old turtle in the Turtle City really appeared?

I just worshipped it with my front foot, and I got good luck with my hind foot. ”

(It's too late, read for a while, and go to bed)