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

The sword is not ready, and it is already a river and a lake when you go out.

These two sentences are probably the best interpretation to describe Han Yu.

Ten years ago, I fled to thatched cottage with my parents.

Parents died at the hands of demons, but he survived by luck.

Hungry, wandering for a long time, met an old man with gray hair.

The old man was wearing a white Confucian shirt, dirty, torn and dirty.

It is estimated that there is no money for new clothes, and it is too poor.

Seeing Han Yu, the old man held out his hand.

Han Yu thought he was saved, but who knew that the first sentence the other party spoke would be that.

"I said baby, do you have money? I want to drink."

Han Yu:......

In this way, the two guys, one old and one young, formed an indissoluble bond.

Later, Han Yu knew that the old man's name was Ye Liang, and he made a living by chopping wood in the thatched hut.

Originally, the money he earned from cutting wood was enough for him to eat and drink alone.

But he couldn't help but love drinking and gambling, so he was always hungry.

Han Yu looked at each other, there is no unparalleled road.

After that, Han Yu followed Ye Liang to beg for life.

Chopping firewood all day, demons and ghosts are often seen in the foggy forest, precarious.

In this world, you only want to be safe.

One day, Ye Liang went up the mountain to cut firewood.

When encountering ghosts by chance, the old and the young run away.

The ghost was too fast, and was soon overtaken.

Han Yu took the hatchet and waved it wildly.

I thought today was the day of my death, but I didn't have any regrets.

Originally, when he was seven years old, he should have died at the hands of demons together with his parents.

Now that I have lived a few more years, I have earned it.

The scorching breath brushed past the ears, as if swept by a heat wave.

The old man reeking of alcohol punched the ghost into the mountain, and the ghost lost its breath in an instant.

It was only then that Han Yu learned that this old man who drank all day and played with money turned out to be a famous demon slayer in the fog forest.

After that, Han Yu chased after him to become a teacher.

"Baby, becoming a demon slayer is not a good thing.

Many people didn't want to see us, and left us here in the ravine, wishing that we would all die. "

Han Yu didn't understand this, and only said that he wanted to avenge his parents.

Ye Liang was silent for a while, "You don't have to be a demon slayer, you can also avenge your parents."

"Would you like to teach me?"

"Okay, just remember that you are not a demon slayer."

In the past ten years, Han Yu has dreamed of entering the rivers and lakes countless times.

The sword is like a song, the knife is like a song, and a dream can last forever.

But there is no trace of it, and it fails repeatedly.

When going down the mountain for the first time, Han Yu was very nervous.

That night, he went to the river alone.

Looking at the stars in the sky, watching the breeze on the treetops.

Looking at the clouds in the sky, watching all this, not moving.

That night, he tossed and turned, his thoughts running like tides.

Thinking about everyone I have come into contact with, thinking about everything, thinking about the past, thinking about the future...

The first time I went down the mountain, the result was good. Not only did I kill a ghost, but I also got to know a fellow Taoist from outside.

He even naively thought that perhaps the grievances between the demon slayer and the orthodox monks would change in the future because of his actions.

..........

"Master, where is Daoyou Li?"

After breakfast was ready, Han Yu couldn't find Li Ping'an.

"gone."

Ye Liang squatted at the door, chewing beans, looking into the distance and said absently.

Han Yu was taken aback, thinking that Master was lying to him, and confirmed it several times.

Then he said angrily: "Master, did you drive Daoyou Li away?"

"No." Ye Liang replied angrily, obviously upset.

Han Yu said a few more words to Ye Liang angrily.

Ye Liang was annoyed, so he patted his butt and walked to the village, it seemed that he was going to gamble again.

Han Yu sighed helplessly, got up and chased Li Pingan.

Thinking that the other party hadn't left for a long time, he quickened his pace.

At the same time, he muttered in his heart, Li Daoyou is really, he left without saying goodbye, and did not say hello to himself.

It's just that after chasing him for a long time, he didn't even see a shadow, so he couldn't help feeling suspicious.

This is the only way out of the village. Where can the other party go?

Helpless, had to go back the same way.

Han Yu looked at a table of sumptuous and cold breakfasts, so he had no choice but to stuff them all into his stomach.

Ye Liang was not home all day again, Han Yu looked at the sky.

Skillfully came to the wine shop in the village, but did not see Ye Liang.

So he asked the restaurant, "Uncle Zhang, where is my master?"

"I don't know, I haven't seen it today."

Han Yu went to several places that Master usually goes to, and the answer he got was the same.

"Where did you go?"

Han Yu walked around the village, but he couldn't see the shadow of Master.

It wasn't until late at night that Han Yu, who was sleeping, heard anything.

"Master, where have you been!"

Hearing his apprentice's voice, the sneaky Ye Liang was startled.

Seeing that Ye Liang was holding a long object wrapped in rags, and his body and face were covered with mud, Han Yu asked suspiciously.

"Master, where have you been all day? What are you holding in your hand?"

"Don't worry about it!" Ye Liang was rarely serious.

Ye Liang took a shower, walked out, and came to the riverside.

In the twilight, there is a depressing atmosphere here.

The stream beat against the shore wave after wave, but no one, nor a boat came here.

There are no insects, no human voices, only the sound of gurgling water, which makes this place seem extraordinarily quiet.

Ye Liang squatted down and took the long cloth in his arms.

A sword was exposed, it was an extremely thin soft sword, like a water plant in the water.

Judging by the length and shape of the hilt, this is a good sword.

But the strange thing is that the blade of this sword is dull, like an ordinary sword.

Ye Liang used the stream water to wash his sword silently.

In the moonlight, he walked back with his sword in hand.

As he was walking, he suddenly stopped and looked back.

Every hot-blooded teenager once had a dream of being a hero, carrying a big sword on his back, wandering the world.

Look at the picturesque mountains and rivers with a smile, and lie on the knees of beauties drunk.

It was the same with Ye Liang when he was young, he was happy to love and hate, and galloped against the wind.

It is a kind of stimulation for him, and it gives him a great pleasure.

It's just that after becoming a demon slayer, all this is over.

Over the years, I have dreamed of entering the rivers and lakes countless times.

It's just that the sky and the earth are in the fog, only the sound of the rooster crowing.

Just like the wind and the remaining clouds, it disappeared.

Back in the hut, the fire in the house had already been extinguished.

Han Yu was still sleeping soundly.

Ye Liang sat in a corner, looking at the sword, and also looking at his inexplicable apprentice, wondering what he was thinking.

Time is running out, and to be honest, he doesn't have much hope for that monk named Li Pingan.

It is not extravagant to hope that the other party can really call Lao Shizi for help in one breath.

This is not a small matter that can be changed by just one person.

If he was a hundred or so years younger, he might stay here naively, just for the so-called righteousness of the common people.

It's just that countless days and nights have already wiped out all his xinxing.

You can't tell the story of the rivers and lakes, and you can't kill the people in the rivers and lakes.

In the rivers and lakes, I can't help myself.

True justice and evil, right and wrong are not really important.

For the obsession in the heart and the distorted ambition of the monks...

Ye Liang wakes up Han Yu.

Han Yu opened his eyes in a daze, "Master?"

"Apprentice, sleep well, tomorrow I will take you down the mountain as a teacher."

"......what?"