Chapter 5 - Blood Splattering in the Mandarin Ducks House

Everything seemed long, but it was all a flash of lightning.

Yi Xuan took a deep breath, knowing that he had met a tough opponent today.

Dazzling blade light once again crossed, and the blades intertwined.

Through the light of the blades, both sides once again saw each other clearly.

Miserable white eyes flashed before their eyes.

Over the years, Yi Xuan's heart had been cold and hard enough, ruthless enough, used to seeing life and death.

However, at this moment, he suddenly realized that any vicious battle he had experienced in his life.

It was not as thrilling as this one.

Another knife attacked.

The speed of this knife was so fast that it was hard to describe.

Yi Xuan raised his blade, wanting to defend.

But this blade, however, just intertwined into a large, erratic net in the void.

What!

Poof!

The blind man stepped back and withdrew his blade.

All in one breath.

This blade, like a blade light without any fancy, slowly fell.

"This is ..... What blade technique?"

Yi Xuan spat out blood with a tone of despair.

"Hearing Wind."

"Listen to the Wind Blade Technique? Good name."

"Thanks a lot."

Yi Xuan planted himself heavily on the ground.

The firelight reappeared and Guo Yu wanted to rush out.

The blind man twisted his waist and whirled around with a backhanded slash.

"Ah!!!"

It directly penetrated Guo Yu's palm along with the wooden door.

Guo Yu gritted his teeth and watched as death approached step by step.

"Your Excellency's skill is excellent, it was my abruptness.

Let's forget about this today, I don't want Niu Er's debt."

Guo Yu made his last dying struggle.

"I still have three thousand taels of silver tickets you go with me to the ticket house to get them, today's matter is known to heaven and earth you know and I know ...."

The blind man did not answer and gave the answer with his knife.

The blind man touched the blood stains all over his body and sighed silently.

"If you had said this earlier, wouldn't it have been fine."

The knife was already sheathed, where was there any room for peace talks.

The blind man touched the altar of wine on the table.

It was his favorite spirits, and there was a strong, pungent smell in it.

The snow outside was so heavy.

It was thicker than the wine, so thick that it couldn't be melted.

....

In the twelfth year of Tian Yuan, the year had just passed.

The bells of the New Year had just passed.

But the town didn't have any semblance of New Year's flavor.

More than ten days ago, someone spilled blood at the Mandarin Duck Tower.

Including Guo Yu, the nephew of the magistrate, twenty-five people died tragically.

The Mandarin's Duck House was in flames.

Someone left a note with just four big words.

"Act for Heaven!!!"

And the perpetrator was a blind man selling songs, Li Pingan.

Li Pingan's portrait spread throughout the streets and villages.

The government offered a heavy bounty.

All of a sudden, constables and dartmen swarmed out.

A few days later, people realized that Dahu, who had been hanging around the streets all day, had gone crazy.

This rascal had gotten his comeuppance after all.

"Tofu! Selling tofu."

Familiar voice, familiar stall.

And the familiar aroma of tofu.

Miss Wang was dressed in a cotton coat, her face red with cold.

She was spared in this disaster.

All those who knew about it were buried in the fire that night, and no one cared about her debt anymore.

She looked in that direction as she always did.

Only she could no longer see the man who usually led the ox.

She knew why Pingan Li had killed Guo Yu.

But couldn't figure out if it was worth it for himself.

So she wanted to find him and ask him face to face, and... How was she going to repay such a great favor?

But now she couldn't get any answer and could only wait quietly.

Waiting for that person.

One day, will appear in front of her again.

In the rugged mountain road.

Li Pingan led the old ox, stepping deep into the snow.

In his hand, he held a piece of frozen tofu, dipped in some ice.

"Hmm, delicious."

It wasn't really for any heavenly justice.

It was just because when I was about to starve to death, I had gotten a hot piece of tofu.

And a big smile.

When you bite into the tofu, it feels like the winter snow is about to melt away.

That's all.

...

Sometime in the middle of March.

A few spring thunderbolts suddenly fell in the air, followed by spring rain.

The spring rain is as expensive as oil, sometimes flowing like silk, sometimes like a shock.

It was really a beautiful scene.

Ta Ta Ta~

Li Pingan led the old ox and sat down in front of a tea stall.

The fellow brought a large teapot and a large bowl and poured a bowl of tea for him.

"Guest, where did you come from?"

"Came from somewhere."

The fellow smiled.

Li Pingan drank half of the bowl of tea and handed it to the old ox behind him.

The old ox poofed and drank the remaining half of the bowl.

Li Pingan rummaged through his pockets and took out fifteen pieces of money, leaving the last fifteen pieces.

He padded it and sighed softly and inaudibly.

In the past, when I watched TV dramas and novels, where was the warrior who would be troubled by the triviality of these out-of-body things.

All of one's life, one is running around for money.

It was also because of this money that many people were worried.

But with money, these worries also disappear.

To summarize one sentence, it is good to have money.

Ping An Li took out his eating utensil and played a small song.

The tune flowed out slowly at his fingertips, dashingly majestic and powerful.

[Skill: Two Fountains Reflecting the Moon]

[Level: LV2 (5500/10,000)]]

[LV1 Effects: Increase longevity, unblock qi and blood, unblock meridians, dispel dampness and warm the body]

[LV2 Effects: Hearing Wind Blade Technique (40%), Turtle Breath Technique (60%)]

"Did you hear about it, another person died yesterday."

"This world is in chaos, it's not a big deal for two people to die."

"I heard it was the wanted man, Ma San Dao, who came this way and attracted a lot of knife catchers."

"How much do they pay?"

"One hundred for the living, fifty for the dead."

"...."

The conversations of the two tea drinkers fell into Li Pingan's ears.

Li Pingan pursed his lips, his heart moved.

In fact, he himself was on the wanted list.

Sometimes when he saw the amount on the bounty order, he had the urge to report himself.

Li Pingan put away his erhu, and a not-so-clear scene appeared in his eyes.

It was just that if the light was too dim, then nothing could be seen again.

Luoshui City.

People came and went, men were busy raising their families.

Housewives went to the bazaar to buy food, while vendors gathered on the streets.

The city didn't seem to be affected by the murders, and instead became the talk of the town after tea.

"Old man, how much does a bowl of wontons cost?"

"Sixteen coppers."

"So expensive?"

Li Pingan could not afford to buy a bowl of chaos with all of his belongings.

A big city was really not like a small town.

"It's always been this price."

The boss said without lifting his head, he originally thought that this guy in rags was here to beg for food.

In the end, Li Pingan only bought two meat buns and asked the boss for a free pot of hot boiled water.

Squatting in the corner.

Li Pingan and the old cow, one person and one cow each had a large meat bun.

"The meat buns seem to be filled with beef." Li Pingan suddenly said.

Old cow: "Moo~"