After confirming that no one was following him, Li Ping'an took Ma Sanniang home.
She was not seriously injured, but she bled too much.
"What do you want to do next?"
After this incident, Ma Sanniang could no longer survive in this place.
She looked at the ceiling, "I haven't thought about it yet. I'll walk around and find a suitable place to live."
After a moment of silence, Li Ping'an said: "I've given away all the treasures of Li Chun Yuan, and I don't even want the money. Are you willing to part with it?"
Ma Sanniang smiled and said, "What is there to be reluctant to part with if you don't take it with you after birth or death?"
"When these words come out of your mouth, it really makes me think that the sun rising in the west is not a rare thing."
Li Ping'an stood up and said, "You can rest here peacefully while I go cook."
He opened the door and walked out.
Ma Sanniang's voice came from inside the house, "Thank you."
"polite."
Half a month later, Ma Sanniang left the Fourth Town of Anbei alone.
No goodbyes were said, no letters were left.
Just one morning, she left here.
Just like when she came here alone.
That night, two major events happened in the four towns of Anbei.
First, the famous Li Chun Courtyard was demolished, and then several Jianghu bosses died tragically at home.
Jia Wan from the East City, Zhang Jin from the West City, Zhao Jun from the Liquor Market, Jia Guang...
The underworld in the entire four towns of Anbei has undergone earth-shaking changes and ushered in a new reshuffle.
It seemed as if someone was using the lives of these people to pay homage to the dead Li Chun Yuan.
The common people who had been bullied by these people all applauded and admired the mysterious killer.
The mountains weighing on their heads have finally been removed, and life will be much easier in the future.
However, it didn't take long for new people to replace the dead gangsters.
And their actions are even worse than the former.
The world is like this. One group of people leaves, another group of people comes, and the process begins to repeat itself.
The old cage has indeed been broken, but the times are still the same.
Li Pingan killed those people, but failed to defeat them.
Society is still this society, and the era is still this era.
Bloody and cruel, if you don't have the ability to help the world, you must at least be able to be alone.
............
The mountains are as quiet as ancient times, and the days are as long as a small year.
Li Pingan was sitting in the yard, and the three-inch flying sword was flying up and down in the date palm tree in the drizzle, making a hunting sound.
After half a year of practice, Li Ping'an is now able to control the Drizzle Sword to hurt people.
He can't be said to be a master of command, but he is quite skilled.
As soon as he thought, the tip of the sword flashed with cold light.
This sword was like a shooting star, piercing Li Pingan's forehead.
But it suddenly stopped half an inch away.
After another round of flying, it calmed down and fell into Li Ping'an's hand.
Lao Niu barked to remind Li Pingan that it was time to eat.
Li Ping'an walked to the stove and placed two bowls of plain noodles with salted radish strips.
"Moo~"
Lao Niu complained about the unpalatable food.
With the disappearance of Li Chun Yuan, Li Pingan also lost his most important source of livelihood.
So life was not very easy.
Li Ping'an touched Lao Niu's body and said, "Lao Niu, why don't you donate a piece of meat and we can have a bowl of beef noodles."
Lao Niu rolled his eyes, squatted in the corner with a straight face, and kept a distance from him.
Li Ping'an sighed, it was really hard to live this day.
"Old Niu, don't pour out the bath water tonight. Let's boil it and cook some noodles tomorrow. At least it will have some beef flavor."
One morning I woke up to a strong northwest wind.
If you go out for a drink, you'll probably save money on meals today.
Li Ping'an took Lao Niu out of the house and bought two sesame cakes while shopping.
The pancakes are freshly baked, crispy on the outside, tender on the inside, and moderately soft and waxy.
The tighter it tastes, the more delicious it tastes.
Suddenly I smelled the fragrance of flowers, and then I noticed that I had wandered into a garden.
Li Ping'an picked a place to sit down and had nothing to do.
A gust of wind blew, and fallen leaves like cotton wool were flying in the wind.
Li Ping'an got excited and took off the erhu from his back.
Pulled up leisurely.
The wind blew past my ears with its unique breath.
...........
Above the pavilion.
A gray-white puppy walked around leisurely.
Mr. Zhong sat on a red sandalwood chair, leisurely watching the flowers blooming and falling in front of the court, and watching the clouds roll and relax in the sky.
Smell the flowers and listen to the chirping of birds.
No noise, no worries.
Everything between heaven and earth became suddenly enlightened.
But at this moment, a white figure fell into the pavilion.
The visitor sat down unceremoniously aside, picked up the pastry and ate it.
Everyone Gu sighed helplessly, "Where are you going to play again?"
“I tried the food here and it was not good.”
Jing Yu said, glancing at the guqin behind everyone Gu.
"Teacher, is this the new piano you bought?"
"Well, I bought it yesterday. It's in good condition."
Jing Yu walked over and took a look, "Is this good? It's far worse than yours."
As he said that, he stretched out his finger and plucked it.
The lingering sound was surprisingly good,
There are four beauties in the harp: the first is good quality, the second is good playing, the third is good fingering, and the fourth is right heart.
If the four beauties are ready, it will be the best instrument in the world.
Although this piano is not a perfect one, it is still a rare one.
"Teacher, you still have vision."
Jing Yu put his hands on the strings of the piano and stroked the strings lightly, and a soft sound came out.
His fingers are beautiful, like women's hands.
The fingers move along with the piano, sometimes slowly, sometimes gurgling down like running water.
With a gentle rhythm, it enters an intoxicating state.
In the Sui Dynasty, there was a person who used the qin to practice Taoism and studied the art of music. When he played it, the sound was excellent.
It is also the harp of the saint, and the sounds of all things in heaven and earth are all contained within it.
Although Jing Yu cannot reach that extremely high level, he is still pretty good.
The sound of the piano is elegant and unrestrained, sometimes like a wisp of breeze, sometimes like a free-floating cloud...
Just at this moment, a discordant voice sounded.
The melody is sad and lonely, and the artistic conception is sparse.
It's quite different from Jing Yu's piano sound.
The momentum has the meaning of water and fire.
Jing Yu frowned, but the movements of his hands were not affected.
The person who plays the piano has no distractions.
If the other party affects your state of mind, doesn't it mean that you are not good at studying?
So in such a good weather.
One harp and one erhu, each singing his own tune and each playing his own trumpet.
It's like two armies fighting fiercely.
Everyone Zhong was not interested at first, but now he became interested.
The other party's tunes are like pieces of music that have been beaten by rain.
But I couldn't help but be brought into it, as if facing the cold moonlight, reminiscing about the past, with mixed feelings.
The battle comes and goes quickly.
Jing Yu's eyebrows furrowed tighter and tighter, feeling as if the opponent's army was surrounding him.
The more anxious he became, the more chaotic he became. Only a harsh sound was heard, and the strings suddenly broke.
Buzz!!!
Jing Yu's face turned red and he breathed heavily.
(There are only two chapters today, don’t be surprised)