O43novel Chapter 108 Entering Guangling Mansion for the First Time
Chapter 108 Entering Guangling Mansion for the First Time
Autumn wind, moon shadow, cold water flowing in the air.
Thousands of lights in the night market illuminate the green clouds, and there are many people with red sleeves in high-rise buildings.
When you first come to Guangling, you don't look far away, you only look at the center of the street.
Glimpse of the surface, the prosperity will arrive in a blink of an eye.
The pavilions, terraces and pavilions complement each other, occupying the style of late autumn.
The beauty of Guangling is everywhere, and the tourists are drunk.
When you go out, you will be prosperous, and when you go in, you will be quiet.
You can enjoy the white clouds and blue peaks into the painting, and you can also find your heart in the bustling city.
See and appreciate its beauty, smell and enjoy its fragrance.
......
Li Pingan held a bamboo pole and led the old cow walking under the light and shadow.
Although you can't appreciate its beauty, you can feel the taste of it.
The old cow mooed and told Li Pingan about the scenery and appearance of Guangling Mansion.
One person and one cow walked very slowly.
The moonlight all over the street shines brightly on the bluestone road.
There are many pedestrians, some standing, some riding horses.
Leave a faint shadow on the ground.
Lao Niu introduced to Li Pingan the clothes of the women on the street.
It is much more open than the ones in the capital, and they are well-dressed.
Writhing in the street, they huddle together.
The whole street is like a colorful river.
Li Pingan couldn't help but said: "Lao Niu, don't just introduce the appearance of women."
The old cow arched Li Pingan, as if to say that you should find a partner.
As we walked, there were fewer people around.
I don't know how long it will be.
Sitting under a tea stand, Li Pingan let out a soft breath.
Some people have been beautiful here, and some have been lonely.
Some people come and some people leave.
Li Pingan thought about when he left.
Don't expect to get anything, at least don't lose anything.
Li Pingan is interested.
He took out the erhu and played a familiar tune.
Hu Sheng is like clear springs, rocks, and rain hitting plantains.
Sometimes long, sometimes soft, straight into the heart.
As the saying goes: Foreign monks like to chant scriptures.
Guangling Mansion is full of zither and flute music, but it is really rare for someone who can play the erhu so well.
After a while, many people surrounded him.
People keep throwing money.
Most people in the inner city are from wealthy families, and no one cares about the money.
"Master, shall we go to see the lanterns?"
Maid Lan Yuedao
Yan Shisan smiled and nodded, but suddenly noticed a lot of people around one place.
Couldn't help but move over curiously.
He was different from the charlatans he imagined.
He was wearing a green shirt and a bamboo hat.
His complexion is as calm as water, and he has a bit of a family temperament.
Hu's voice slowly entered his ears.
Yan Shisan was curious to hear it, but the pure tone suddenly attracted him.
The melodious and slow melody twists and turns in the dark.
The more urgent it is, the more addictive it becomes.
Like the tide surging in the middle of the night, heartbroken.
It is also like the sound flowing out of a lonely heart, containing sad and bitter music.
It makes one's heart tremble.
Yan Shisan took a deep breath.
Hu's voice 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 Lan Yue just felt sad.
But Yan Shisan could empathize with him. After his mother passed away, he became an illegitimate child.
Suffering all kinds of snubbing and blank stares, being disgusted by others.
At a young age, he has already tasted the warmth and coldness of human feelings.
This song seems to be a kind of emotion, a kind of artistic conception.
It has surpassed any song and is purely an inner emotion.
................
The song is over.
There was a moment of silence, and then there was thunderous applause.
wow la la la~
The voice of investing money keeps coming.
Yan Shisan stood there in a daze, and came back to his senses after a while.
"Master...why are you crying?"
"fine."
Yan Shisan smiled wryly, "Lan Yue, do we still have money?"
Lan Yue took out half a coin, "There are still some left for the young master to buy shoes."
Yan Shisan took half of the silver.
Instead of throwing it away, it was solemnly placed on the ground,
"Master!" Lan Yue was very reluctant.
"No problem, old shoes can also be worn."
Yan Shisan smiled, and then took another deep look at the erhu man.
"Sir, there is a lack of a musician in my house, sir, you may be interested." Someone shouted.
Li Pingan smiled, "Thank you for your kindness, but I still have important things to do, so I can't follow my orders."
"Five taels of silver per month! Take care of food and housing."
You must know that the clerks in ordinary inns only cost two cents a month.
The five taels of silver was already a high price, but Li Pingan still refused.
That person can only give up resentfully.
"another one!"
"another one!"
Someone is booing.
Li Pingan slowly pulled up again.
Listen to the second time, although it is the same song.
But it feels very different.
Yan Shisan just stood there quietly.
I don’t know how many times I’ve heard it, and wave after wave of people left and wave after wave of people came.
Until late at night, the blind man put down his erhu.
"Let's come here today."
It seems to be speaking to myself, and it seems to be speaking to the audience around me.
Yan Shisan pulled Lan Yue who was squatting aside and dozing off.
"gone."
"Well, master..."
Yan Shisan smiled softly.
The moonlight shone on the girl's face, making her eyes sparkle.
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[Name: Li Ping'an, Lifespan: 150-160]
[Second spring reflecting the moon lv3 (1600/10000)]
[Qualification: Low Grade Spirit Bone]
[Listen to the wind knife method: 91%—no increase]
【Sword drawing*Slant pulling out of the sheath: 65%-68%】
[Turtle breathing power: 93%—no increase]
[Swallow pierces the cloud vertically 42%—43%]
Skill: [Breath lock: 63%—64%]
Practice the Heart Sutra: [Nirvana Sutra]
Obtained treasures: [Cultivator's Flying Sword, Drizzle (70% control level)]
【The staff and sword that the hibiscus tree turned into】
【"Xia Ke Pen"】(Part of the rules set by Confucian sages remain in the pen)
Undigested breath in the body: [wine smell]
【Residual Buddhist Qi】(Completely digested)
Fate: [White Fate: Diligence can make up for one's weakness]
[Cyan Fate: Single-minded]
The system's voice resounded in my mind.
Not much improvement.
It's just that the sword drawing skill *slanted sheathing has been directly increased from 65% to 68%
Li Pingan was a little surprised by the increase of three percentage points.
There is a slight electric shock in the brain.
Holding it on the handle, you can clearly feel the difference from before.
The blade slashed across the air, tearing out a piece of silver light in the darkness.
fleeting.
The breeze blew through the surroundings, and the light of the knife spread like a blue wave.
"Not bad."
Li Pingan nodded with satisfaction.
The improvement of breath lock and swallow's movement is not obvious, but the difference from before can be felt slightly.
"Today is a good day."
Li Pingan 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 few days. I knew that I should play more ditties in the capital."
Lao Niu: "Moo~"
Li Pingan took a breath and stood up again.
"Take a nap today, and go to Nanguo Mansion tomorrow to return the hibiscus seeds.
Lao Niu, do you think that the old turtle in Guidao City really appeared?
As soon as I worshiped it with my front feet, I got good luck with my back feet. "
(It's too late, read a book for a while, and then go to bed)