Most places in the Beiyang Dynasty have the tradition of lion dance, and every year's festival and important festival are indispensable for this lively and festive pomp.

In the east of Qingtai County, there is a large square, and because the lantern festival is about to be turned on, there are dozens of times more pedestrians coming and going than usual.

Itinerant vendors filled the whole square, pedestrians stopped everywhere, nobles or ladies in horse-drawn carriages, squeezed through the crowd very generously, saw what they liked, and let the next person run to buy it.

Xiao Wu was very sensible, knowing that his grandfather was not in good health, he came out of the teahouse and didn't let his grandfather hug him.

Holding Grandpa's very rough hand, through the crowd, the lion dance has begun, and there is a circle of people, an old and a young can't squeeze in at all, or Tang Que pushed away the crowd, and his fierce eyes were enough to scare away a few men and women.

Four or five red and yellow lions, on the stilts, are doing flowing movements, attracting bursts of applause.

Xiao Wu looked at it seriously, kept clapping his little hands, and looked back at his grandfather from time to time: "It's so good-looking." ”

The old man smiled and nodded, in response.

Li Xian always paid attention to the movements around him, and he didn't find anything, and Tang Que next to him didn't find anything, and he didn't know if those people were coming with him in the dark.

After watching it for a while, Xiao Wu seemed to know that his grandfather couldn't stand for too long, so he said, "Grandpa, let's go." ”

The old man took Xiao Wu's hand, left the crowd, went to the square, found a place where there were not many people, and said weakly: "Finally, make some money for Xiao Wu to buy food." ”

The old man spread the blanket he had brought with him on the ground, sat on it, took out the erhu, and pulled the tune that he didn't know how many times.

Five or six people who were obviously not good at coming came out of the crowd, staring at the old man who was pulling the erhu and the child standing next to him.

Li Xian and Tang Que glanced at each other, the two looked over there, and Li Xian said to those people: "This is the last song of the old man, can't you give some of the world?"

One of the men noticed Li Xian, the hidden weapon just now was put by them, and he didn't know which way the master disappeared without a trace, and he was hesitating whether to continue to shoot, and he followed the old man for a while and didn't find the person who made the shot, so he slowly relaxed his heart and followed him all the way.

A young man who popped up out of nowhere, and these people didn't even have the idea of saying a word back.

The man was unmoved: "Don't be nosy. ”

The clay man also has three points of fire, the old man is about to die, this is the last song for his grandson, these people don't give a chance, Li Xian suddenly became angry.

He didn't continue to play with the five or six people, walked over and sat down next to the old man: "Old man, I'll play a song with you." ”

"Childe ......" The old man also found those few people who were not good, and he was asking what Li Xian meant.

Li Xian was very firm: "Old man, don't dislike the younger generation's lack of attainment in music. ”

The old man closed his eyes and concentrated on the erhu in his hand.

Li Xian took out the jade flute, put it to his mouth, gently plucked his fingers, and followed the old man's tune, a subdued and frustrated tune, which came out of the jade flute.

The jade flute and the erhu are two kinds of musical instruments that can't be played with eight poles, and when they are played together, no matter how you look at them, you feel that they are out of harmony.

The voice of the erhu is low and the charm is long, and the jade flute is crisp and agile, like the sound of the hollow valley, which will endure for a long time.

The two are combined, and the cooperation is seamless for a while.

The old man opened his eyes, and with a kind and smiling face, he glanced at Li Xian next to him.

He didn't speak, and then returned to the state of continuing to play the erhu.

There are more and more onlookers, if there is only an erhu, many people will see a bad old man as a performer, and there will definitely not be too many people interested, but a handsome son, smart jade flute, who doesn't want to take a few more looks?

Not to mention listening to beautiful music, just the appearance of "Childe is unparalleled in the world" also makes many people involuntarily stop.

Five or six men gathered around, a little hesitant.

Killing people on the street, these people are bloody at the knife's edge, and they rely on taking people's lives to make a living, and the executioners who have made a name for themselves have not done it.

killed someone, immediately withdrew from the place of the incident, and from then on, the rivers and lakes were far away, how capable the Beiyang Dynasty was to find them.

went to several neighboring countries, can the Beiyang Dynasty still cross the border to arrest people?

An old man, a child, and a stunned young man who doesn't know whether he is alive or dead, are all worthless lowly lives, and those high-ranking officials and masters are guilty of finding something to do for themselves and doing something thankless.

Several people glanced at each other, and under the leadership of the leader, the sharp dagger was hidden in the cuff, and walked towards the three people who were still playing the tune in the square.

The distance was less than ten steps, and at first it was fine, and I could take one or two steps, but the further back I went, it seemed as if my body was nailed to the ground, and I couldn't take a single step.

Five or six people looked at each other in surprise and asked for opinions, and several of them had expressions of disbelief.

As an assassin and killer, he has traveled from country to country for many years, seeking his life and collecting money.

What formations have you not seen? Who has not encountered them?

Even if it was surrounded by dozens of people, it was still covered in blood.

When he encounters a master, he is also desperate for his life, and he will kill the other party with half of his life left, and get a generous reward from the master.

It's just that today, I haven't been here once, if it weren't for the other party's generous remuneration, a few of them would definitely not set foot in the small county town, would there be no masters.

Several people are working hard, and the harder they try, the more they can't take a step.

Murderers often have unusual alertness, smelling the danger of several people, ready to retreat, leave first, and then find a way to complete the task assigned by the victim.

It's a pity that you can't advance, and it's impossible to retreat.

After several people received the task, they also followed the old and young for many days, and determined that they were just two people alone, and there were no other people they knew, so they made up their minds to end the matter on the streets of Qingtai County today.

Accidents often happen inadvertently, several people struggle desperately, and fear begins to appear on the faces of these people who used to only bring fear to others.

The erhu's voice was still the same, and the old man pulled it to his heart's content, shaking his head, and plucking the strings selflessly.

With the sound of the jade flute, Li Xian's fingers were also moving rapidly.

When a piece of music is nearing the end, the last note ends, the erhu falls to the ground, and the old man's body falls crookedly.

Xiao Wu hurriedly went to help his grandfather, and he didn't move for a long time.

Not far away, five or six people were bleeding from their seven orifices, unable to stand still, kneeling down, and they were always kneeling, motionless in the face of the fallen old man.

The onlookers were startled, and the timid scattered in all directions, and the bold ones were still watching the excitement.

Li Xian pulled Xiao Wu and walked out: "Let's go." ”

Xiao Wu struggled a few times, Li Xian didn't let go, his grandfather's corpse, Tang Que would deal with it.

"Grandpa. Xiao Wu, who was being dragged, shouted, tears began to roll down, I don't know if he was scared, or if the big brother's hand hurt him.

Someone went to see the old man who had fallen and was no longer breathing.

The other few knelt down, bleeding from the seven orifices, and looked quite scary, and they also lost their breath.