He stared ahead, motionless, not uttering.

If he was with Yan Beimo at this time, he would definitely not give him a chance to hesitate, his bones and blood had already infiltrated the great cause of demon hunting, which was his lifelong fateful .......

"Hehehe, no matter how you go in the future, how you go, don't forget your own heart!"

After speaking, the old man disappeared, and before leaving, he took Yan Qingshan to the original prosperous city, the bluestone streets, people came and went, and Yan Qingshan watched the noisy ...... alone.

"Don't forget ......."

He muttered the old man's words in a low voice as he walked, and before he knew it, he came to a storytelling stall.

A middle-aged storyteller, dressed in a coarse cloth green coat, closed his eyes tightly, his long body swaying back and forth in the moonlight.

"This world is free and beautiful, and you are the only one who loves ......."

The young man stopped and listened for a moment, and felt that the storyteller was talking about the love affair between men and women, and he didn't understand it, so he wanted to turn around and leave. Unexpectedly, the storyteller "clanged" and threw a wooden bench in front of Yan Qingshan.

"I don't know you, you...... What does this do? ”

Yan Qingshan was taken aback by this move, took a step back, and stammered. I saw that the storyteller was not in a hurry, and came to his face leisurely, stretched out his right hand, and pointed at Yan Qingshan.

"Young man, why don't you listen to half of it?"

This sentence brought a little reprimand, and a little blame, as if an elder was teaching a disobedient junior, Yan Qingshan was frightened by his momentum for a long time. After half a sound, he realized that he really didn't know him, why was he so obedient, so he swallowed his saliva and said calmly.

"The younger generation and Mr. don't know each other, does Mr. recognize the wrong person?"

"Yes, yes, I never recognize the wrong person."

The storyteller immediately justified his name, Yan Qingshan didn't refute again, just raised his hand lightly to the storyteller's eyes, waved his hand, there was no movement, waved again, and still didn't have any reaction, the young man suddenly realized, it turned out that the "never recognized the wrong person" in his mouth was because he couldn't see it at all, thinking of this, Yan Qingshan couldn't help but smile in his heart, it turned out that a person's certain self-confidence could actually come from his defects.

Unwilling to deal with him, he changed directions and prepared to leave, but unexpectedly, the storyteller still did not give up.

"Stay, you still owe me something!"

"This gentleman, this is the first time you and I have met, Xiaosheng doesn't owe you anything, and besides, Xiaosheng is a little busy, so I won't stay here with Mr. and say goodbye."

Thinking that the person should have some psychological problems, Yan Qingshan planned to say goodbye to him as soon as possible, so as to get rid of this useless entanglement. I didn't expect this to happen, but the storyteller wouldn't let him go.

"If you owe me, you can leave if you pay it back, and I will not stop you."

"Oh, sir, what do I owe you? I'm very poor and don't have that much money, if you really don't want to let me go, just punch me twice, and I will be considered to have paid you back, right? ”

"Scholars only read books and do not move roughly."

Seeing that he couldn't do this, that didn't work, Yan Qingshan simply didn't leave, anyway, he had no money, anyway, he was trapped in such a ghost place, what did he do.

Sitting on the bench with a headache, tilting his head, looking at the storyteller, but with a little bit of force, his butt was slightly painful.

"Hairy boy."

"What do you say?"

Yan Qingshan definitely understood, he was scolding him. I just wanted to get up and scold back, looked at the demon slaying sword on my body, and felt that it was inappropriate, what kind of strength did I have to compete with a storyteller, and I was a person with eye disease, so I just suffered a loss. So, he calmed down his anger and sat down peacefully.

"See."

The man was a little smug. Like a small vendor, he shouted, and then walked to his original storytelling position, fixed his voice, waved his sleeves, opened the fan, and began his performance after last night.

"Since ancient times, heroes have been teenagers, Yue Fei, Huo Quai, are eternal heroes in everyone's hearts, thinking of the year, Yue Fei ......."

Listening to it, Yan Qingshan felt more and more that this storyteller was not serious, just now he was talking about the love affair between men and women, and then he ran into a folk hero, and there is no connection between the two at all! Is there something wrong with this man's head? Thinking of this, Yan Qingshan gradually became sleepy, anyway, he couldn't understand it, and he didn't like to listen to it, so it was better to take a nap and let him talk to himself there!

I don't know how long I slept, Yan Qingshan woke up suddenly, no! He was going to find the Master, how could he stay here, the old man slipped away by himself, and found such a strange blind man, in order to trap him here, yes, it must be so, it must be so.

Thinking of this, Yan Qingshan pretended to be asleep again, and sure enough, the storytelling in his ears never stopped, and he was talking about one or two things over and over again.

So, Yan Qingshan, who couldn't bear it anymore, suddenly jumped up from the bench, pulled out the demon sword, and pressed it against the storyteller's neck.

"Say, where is the exit?"

"Hehe, what kind of world is this, a young man actually bullied a disabled person!"

"Don't pretend, to tell you the truth, I can still spare your life, otherwise, the sword in my hand will definitely not let you go."

Yan Qingshan suddenly sobered up, he had never been so sober, since he came here, he had been deceived by the old man, so tossed, so tossed, in fact, he never said that he wanted to let him go. Therefore, he had to learn to be a little more ruthless, so that he could have the opportunity to go out and find the Master.

"I'm a blind man and a scholar, what's there to deceive you, put the sword down, this sword looks quite heavy."

"Hehehe, sure enough, this mouth is exposed."

"What do you say? Do not understand! ”

"Readers, huh? So what is it? ”

Yan Qingshan took out something from his waist, it was nothing else, it was the old man's wooden mallet.

"Hey, hey, hey, unexpected."

"And said they didn't lie to me."

Yan Qingshan shook his hand and threw the wooden mallet far away, and it was too late for the old man to stop it.

"What are you doing?"

"The fox's tail is exposed, and it quibbles."

"I'm doing this for your own good."

"Trap me here for my own sake? Listen, I'm going to find my master, I'm going out! ”

"Okay, okay, don't get excited, don't get excited......."

Seeing that Yan Qingshan's hand holding the sword was trembling, the old man felt that he was really a little too much, and he shouldn't have pretended to be a blind storyteller to tease him.

"Ask you again, where is the exit?"

Yan Qingshan became more and more angry, he didn't understand that he was a little demon hunter, why such and such people appeared inexplicably, he wanted to see Yan Beimo immediately, and wanted to ask him why all this was done? Doesn't count the test he gave. Thinking of this, he stepped up his persecution of the old man.

"Okay, okay, I say, I say, don't get excited."

"Still?"

The sword in the young Taoist priest's hand was an inch tighter, just like when he first met, he disliked Yan Qingshan's stupidity and slowness, and now, one year in Hedong, one year in Hexi, it is Yan Qingshan's turn to be majestic.

"Ahem...... that's it, this exit ......."

The old man suddenly became serious, looking at Yan Qingshan with a solemn expression, starting from the beginning, his gaze slowly slipped from his facial features, to his neck, and then to his ......chest.

"What are you looking at?"

Halfway through, the old man slowly spoke.

"It's not anyone, it's not me, it's you, it's you."

"Myself? You're fooling me again, aren't you? Do you think I'm a bully when I'm young? ”

"No kidding this time. I'm serious. ”

"And then?"

Yan Qingshan looked at it with disdain, waiting for him to continue making it up.

"As I told you before, everyone has a city in their hearts, and that city is built brick by brick. You come back here and fall deep into your own dreams, because this is the truest world in your heart,"

"Let's make it up."

"Your heart is sometimes prosperous, sometimes barren, sometimes quiet, and it all comes from the pressure that your master has put on you, as well as your own temperament. Pressure makes you have to force yourself to become stronger and better, but your temperament has a little weakness, which leads to your mercy everywhere and panic yourself when you encounter big things. ”

Yan Qingshan listened to the old man say all these things without saying a word, and suddenly, he felt that what the old man said seemed to be very reasonable, the master made him an excellent demon hunter, but when he was young, he watched the python essence swallow his countless senior brothers, and even his master, and finally, if it wasn't for the master's superb Taoism and broke out of the python's belly, I am afraid that he would experience life and ......death again.

It was from then on that he had a firm and unbearable feeling about the demon, especially when Hua Xiaofox and Mei Xiaoxian went to Chilian Mountain with him, he found that the demon was not as evil as he imagined, and the banshee Qingqing, who was forced to ask for the soul and save him from the wolf demon, his whole person and belief were so small and .......

"You're too undetermined!"

Suddenly, the old man smiled, so relaxed, casual, he slowly approached Yan Qingshan, slowly, slowly...... Walking in front of him, at this time, Yan Qingshan saw clearly that the old man's body had become empty.

"Go, go, go back to that world, the world you depend on and you fear and suffer."

After speaking, the old man stretched out his right hand, put his index finger against Yan Qingshan's chest, and pointed it fiercely.

"Ah...... Yes...... Yes......! ”

A sharp pain ran through his body at once. He couldn't help but shout, strange to say, the more Yan Qingshan was in pain, the more the old man laughed, and the strength in his hand never decreased, or even more ......!

Finally, the boy couldn't help it.

Suddenly moved, pushing the old man far away!

"Qingshan, Qingshan...... wake up, wake up ......."

A familiar voice sounded in his ears, Yan Qingshan slowly opened his eyes and saw Yan Beimo looking at him anxiously.

"Master......."

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