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

The people in the village were so enthusiastic that Han Yu, the monster slayer, couldn't get away for a while.

After being detained for three full days, he was able to escape.

Before leaving, he received a carriage of things and was worried that Han Yu would not be able to get it.

The people in the village also thoughtfully presented two fast horses.

Han Yu didn't know whether to laugh or cry, and refused in all possible ways, but he still couldn't refuse the enthusiasm of the people in the village.

Opposite him is Li Pingan who is empty-handed.

Li Pingan didn't care at all, and asked the people in the village how to make sour soup, and said goodbye to everyone happily.

The time was pushed back three days.

There is little light around, and only the silhouettes of distant mountains can be vaguely seen.

Thick white mist wrapped around the tree, as if the whole world seemed to be filled with thick fog.

At night, the fog was thick and dark.

It's like endless ink pouring down from the sky, if you reach out and grab it, you will feel a sticky wetness.

Two people and two beasts were walking on the mountain road, but they walked in an even and steady way, and there were chattering sounds from time to time.

It seems to be unaffected by the fog.

"It's better to rest here for a while. At this speed, we can reach the thatched cottage in a few days."

Han Yu sat down by a tree and took a sip of water.

"You have been living in thatched cottage before?" Li Pingan asked casually.

"Yes, Master and I."

"How many demon slayers are there?"

"Uh..." Han Yu was at a loss for words for a moment, "Just...just me and Master are left."

Li Pingan raised his eyebrows slightly, "Oh?"

Han Yu said in a deep voice: "30 years ago, there was an accident that caused the demon slayers to die one after another, and now it's just me and Master.

Since then, the master has been in a slump, drinking heavily all day long, or gambling with others.

The demon slayer was lost in the fog forest, and the ghosts hidden in the fog forest were rampant again.

I don't know what to do, but..."

Han Yu suddenly changed the subject, "But it's all right now, I haven't been able to contact monks from the outside world before.

With your help from Mount Shu, the good days of the monster race in the fog forest will come to an end. "

Facing Han Yu's scorching gaze, Li Pingan smiled helplessly and did not speak.

The bonfire illuminated the boy's face, and he came out of the village with a smile on his face.

It still is.

"Fellow Daoist, what is Zhongzhou like?"

"It's about the same as Qizhou."

"I've never even been out of the foggy forest. What's Qizhou like? Are there many ghosts?"

"Yes."

"How to deal with monsters in such a big place."

Li Pingan: "Ghosts will hide in the dark, and they don't dare to blatantly attack human residences."

Han Yu nodded thoughtfully.

Early the next morning, the pedestrians set off again.

Li Pingan sat on Niu'er's back and pulled up the erhu.

Han Yu closed his eyes slightly, feeling the sound of the erhu, as if he had seen himself slaying demons and demons, full of ambition.

After a while, it seems to see through the world, with bizarre twists and turns.

Recalling Master's setbacks when he was old.

All of a sudden, I became obsessed and immersed in the rhythm.

After a while, it was not until the sound of the erhu stopped that he came to his senses, raised his head and stared blankly at Li Pingan.

"Fellow Daoist, what is this?"

"Erhu, haven't you seen it?"

"There is no such thing in the fog forest, you can..."

Han Yu originally wanted to ask, can I take a look at it, but the words stopped when he was on the verge of speaking.

It's not good to take a look at other people's things by yourself.

Li Pingan seemed to have seen through his mind, and generously handed over the erhu.

Han Yu played with it carefully like a child who got a toy.

...........

a few days later.

At the east end of the thatched cottage, there is an osmanthus tree.

An old man held a flagon, drank all night, and got drunk all night.

"Fellow Daoist, this is the cottage."

While introducing Li Pingan, Han Yu greeted people passing by in the village.

Everyone in the village looked at Li Pingan curiously, apparently they rarely saw outsiders.

Li Pingan looked left and right.

At the east end of the village, Han Yu spotted Master lying under the tree at a glance.

"Master, Master, I'm back."

The old man ignored him and was still asleep.

Although Han Yu has been used to it for a long time, but after all, there is Li Pingan present, so he can't help but feel a little embarrassed.

After explaining a few sentences, he stepped forward to help the old man.

I don't know how much alcohol he drank, the smell of alcohol all over his body made Han Yu hold his breath.

"Master, there are people from Shushan coming from Zhongzhou."

"Huh? Roasted sweet potatoes tonight?"

"Shushan! Zhongzhou."

"Let me eat it raw? How can that work?"

"........"

One of the master and the apprentice talked about Qianmen Louzi, and the other said about the hip bone shaft, but the preface and the postscript did not match.

Helpless, Han Yu had no choice but to wait for the master to sleep first.

Only then did he make tea to greet Li Pingan.

"Fellow Daoist, sit wherever you want, I'll go buy some food."

Han Yu ran out with a weaving basket in his hand.

After a long while, he ran back with a full basket.

Li Pingan helped wash vegetables and cook.

By the time it gets dark, a table of meals has already been prepared.

There are a total of five dishes and one soup. Although they are all rural dishes, they all smell good and look good.

The two and the two beasts had just eaten for a while, when a voice came from inside the house.

"My good apprentice is back?"

An old man with white hair came out, stretched his hands into his arms and scratched, and saw Li Pingan frowning involuntarily.

"Whose family do you belong to, why come to my house for dinner."

"Master, this is a fellow Taoist from Shushan, Zhongzhou."

"Zhongzhou? Shushan?"

The white-haired old man squinted his eyes, looked Li Pingan up and down, and made a disdainful sound from his nostrils.

"I don't know where I met the liar."

Immediately, he stopped talking, sat down and began to bury his head in eating.

Han Yu smiled apologetically at Li Pingan, "My master is just like this, don't mind fellow Daoists."

"No problem."

The white-haired old man suddenly clicked his tongue, "Hey, why is there still a cow here? You can add more vegetables, the old man has been craving beef for a long time."

Lao Niu:...... Are you polite?

"Master, don't talk nonsense, this brother Niu is a friend of fellow Taoist."

The old cow gave the old man a blank look.

Li Pingan cupped his hands and said with a smile: "Li Pingan, who is from Xiashu Mountain, hasn't asked the senior's name?"

"Don't dare to be, the peasants in the countryside can't afford the worship of Shushan disciples, they can't compare with your famous families..."

The old man speaks with barbs.

Han Yu wanted to gag his master, so he kept apologizing.

The smile on Li Pingan's face did not diminish by half.

It can be heard that the other party is not targeting me, but targeting my own identity as a member of the Shushan sect.