Fantasia: The blind man at the beginning starts with playing the erhu

"Clang clang!!!"

It was the sound of a weapon hitting something hard.

Early in the morning, Li Pingan was woken up.

The morning sun was already shining, and the shadow of the stove cast a shadow on the floor.

Li Pingan put on a coat and walked outside.

The little monk was holding a knife, and he kept chopping the huge stone in the yard with the knife.

Li Pingan untied the gourd around his waist and took a sip of wine.

When the sound of "dangdang" stopped, the little monk leaned on the ground with his knife, breathing in the cold air with big mouthfuls.

"What are you doing?" Li Pingan asked.

"The little monk is practicing the knife."

"It's the first time I've seen a monk practicing swords."

"Don't the monks outside practice knives?"

"Not practicing."

Li Pingan recalled Changqing, and the other monks he had seen practicing, who never used knives at all.

"This is what the little monk's master taught the little monk."

"You practice the sword to slay demons?"

"Well, master said when I can kill the monster in the mountain forest, I can go outside."

"How long has the monster lived?"

The little monk was stunned for a moment, "It's been a long time, master's master, master's master, that monster appeared."

"so much?"

"Yeah." The little monk nodded, "And my brother, my brother's brother..."

"What kind of monster is that?"

"..........have no idea."

"Oh."

White Horse Temple, Li Pingan thinks this temple is very interesting.

Originally, I just wanted to rest here, but who knows that half a month has passed in the blink of an eye.

But the little monk didn't mind, on the contrary, he felt that it was a good thing for someone to accompany him.

Li Pingan and Lao Niu felt very embarrassed.

So I also help to do some things, chop wood, clean up dust and debris.

I heard from the little monk that there used to be a village at the foot of the mountain, but it was eaten up by monsters.

At that time, the abbot of Baima Temple and a group of monks desperately sealed the monster in this forest.

Therefore, eradicating this monster became the mission of the monks of Baima Temple.

"As long as I cut off this boulder, I am qualified to challenge that monster."

When the little monk said this, Li Pingan didn't have any frivolous expression, but a serious face.

"Well, I believe you."

The little monk smiled, it seemed that being believed was a very happy thing for him.

Every day before dawn, the little monk got up and swung his knife.

At such a young age, there is a thick layer of calluses on his hands.

Back then, Li Pingan had never worked so hard when he first embarked on the road of cultivation.

Li Pingan once read the scriptures left by the abbot, but there are some traces of Qi training methods.

I can't say how clever it is, but I can also know that it is hard to come by.

However, the little monk's talent is really limited, not that material.

There is no Jiazi in the mountains, and it is cold and I do not know the year.

In a blink of an eye, half a year has passed.

Everything in the past seems to be vivid in my mind, but also seems to be blurred, some are still in meditation, and some have already passed.

Today's dinner is white flour steamed buns, a pot of porridge, and a plate of pickles.

"What is the outside world like?" the little monk often asked Li Pingan.

"It's a lot of fun out there."

"Then why did the benefactor come here?"

Li Pingan: "Me? I'm an exception, I can go wherever I want."

"My little monk wants to go to the capital of the Sui Dynasty. I heard that it is very prosperous. Of course, after defeating the monster."

Li Pingan nodded, as if he saw his former self in the other party.

"If one day, when you walked into the mountain forest with a knife on your back, you found that the monster was dead, or was killed by a passing fairy, then what would you do?"

The little monk was taken aback for a moment, as if he hadn't thought about this question at all.

"Then...then...that little monk, what should I do?"

He suddenly panicked, as if someone had denied the meaning of living in this world.

Li Pingan said slowly: "I have learned knives before, and I can teach you a few tricks, which will be used as accommodation expenses these days.

I'm blind though, so don't expect me to remember much. "

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

The little monk sat under a willow tree for a whole day, and the willow leaves fluttered in the wind, making the ground a mess.

He rummaged through the scriptures, but he still couldn't come up with a good name for that recruit.

The cicadas chirped and the katydids hissed, and the breeze blew into the cuffs.

Six months ago, Li Pingan taught him 18 tricks.

The little monk practiced for a long time, but he was still unable to master it.

Especially every time I practice No.18 move, I always feel that this move cannot be stopped.

Every day before dawn, he would sneak up and practice the most difficult move alone.

Not long ago, the little monk asked Li Pingan what the name of this move was.

Li Pingan said that he didn't know, so he just asked him to pick one at random.

The little monk picked a fallen leaf with a knife, closed his eyes and meditated.

In the end, he didn't think of a decent name either.

But he has never slackened in his practice. Although he is mediocre, he is extremely diligent.

Leaves pass by in summer, leaving patches of shade.

"click~"

Knife light flickered.

The boulder in the yard was split in two.

The little monk was overjoyed.

Li Pingan was holding a flagon in one hand, humming a little song, and a pair of gray eyes showed a distant fascination.

Behind him is a lush maple forest, the maple leaves are like fire.

In this quiet and peaceful ancient temple, it is like a charming picture scroll.

"Hmm, not bad."

"I will lend you this whetstone to sharpen your knife, only for today." Li Pingan handed him a whetstone, and added, "Don't break it for me, it was given to me by a friend.

That night, the little monk sharpened his knife by the river.

When it feels that it is almost sharpened, put the knife into the cold river water.

Looking at the sharp knife, the little monk suddenly had a kind feeling, a feeling of nostalgia spontaneously.

He thought of his master and his brother.

"Whoo~"

like a dream.

After his master never returned, he dreamed of that monster countless times.

The flashes of swords and swords were like dreams and illusions, and even he couldn't tell the truth from the fake.