"Bell Bell !!"

It's the sound of a weapon hitting something hard.

Early in the morning, Li Ping'an was woken up.

The early morning sun had already shone down, and the shadow of the stove cast a shadow on the floor.

Li Ping'an put on a coat and walked outside.

The little monk was holding a knife and using it to keep chopping the huge stone in the courtyard.

Li Ping'an untied the gourd on his waist and took a sip of wine.

When the sound of "bells" stopped, the little monk held his knife on the ground and breathed in the cold air.

"What are you doing?" Li Ping'an asked.

"The little monk is practicing his sword."

"The monk practices the sword, the first time I see it."

"Don't the monks outside practice swords?"

"No, I don't practice."

Li Ping'an recalled that Changqing, as well as other monks he had seen, had never used a knife at all.

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

"You practice swords to slay demons?"

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

"How long did that youkai live?"

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

"So much?"

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

"What kind of youkai is that?"

“.......... I don't know. ”

"Oh."

White Horse Temple, Li Ping'an thinks this temple is quite interesting.

Originally, I just wanted to rest here, but who knew that half a month would have passed in a blink of an eye.

However, the little monk didn't mind, but felt that it was a good thing to have someone to accompany him.

Li Ping'an and Lao Niu felt very embarrassed.

So I also helped with some things, chopping wood, cleaning up dust and debris.

I heard the little monk say that there was originally a village at the foot of the mountain, but it was eaten up by monsters.

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

As a result, eradicating this monster became the mission of the monks of the White Horse Temple.

"As long as I cut this boulder, I'm qualified to challenge that youkai."

When the little monk said this, Li Ping'an did not have any frivolous expression, but a serious face.

"Well, I believe you."

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

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

At a young age, the calluses on his hands are a thick layer.

I think that at the beginning, Li Ping'an had never worked so hard when he first embarked on the path of cultivation.

Li Ping'an had read the scriptures left by the abbot, but there were some traces of practicing qi.

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

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

There is no nail in the mountains, and the cold does not know the year.

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

Everything in the past seems to be vivid, but it seems to be blurred, some are still contemplative, and some have already passed.

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

"What's the outside world like?" The little monk often asked Li Ping'an.

"It's a fun world out there."

"Then why is the donor here?"

Li Ping'an: "Me? I'm an exception, wherever I want to go. ”

"The little monk wants to go to the capital of the Great Sui to have a look, I heard that it is very prosperous, of course after defeating that monster."

Li Ping'an nodded, as if he saw his former self in the other party.

"What if one day, when you walk into the forest with a knife on your back, you find that the monster is dead, or killed by some passing immortal, what will you do?"

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

"That's... That.. What should the little monk do? ”

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

Li Ping'an said slowly: "I have learned knives before, I can teach you a few tricks, and it will be used as accommodation expenses for these days."

But I'm blind, don't expect me to remember much. ”

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

The little monk sat under the willow tree for a small day, and the willow leaves fluttered in the wind, and the ground was full of messes.

He had gone through the scriptures, but he still couldn't come up with a good name

The cicadas hissed, and the cuffs blew in the breeze.

Half a year ago, Li Ping'an taught him 18 tricks.

The little monk practiced for a long time, but he was never able to do so.

Especially when I practice the eighteenth move, I always feel that this move can't be stopped.

Every day before dawn, he secretly got up and practiced the most difficult trick alone.

Not long ago, the little monk asked Li Ping'an what the name of this trick was.

Li Ping'an said that he didn't know, so let him take one at random.

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

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

However, he has never slackened in his practice, and although he is a mediocre talent, he is unusually diligent.

The leaves pass through the summer, leaving patches of shade.

"Click~"

The knife flashed.

A boulder in the yard, split in half.

The little monk was overjoyed.

Li Ping'an held the wine jug in one hand, humming a little song in his mouth, and his gray eyes revealed a longing fascination.

Behind him, a lush maple forest with fiery maple leaves.

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

"Uh-huh, that's good."

"This whetstone lends you to sharpen your knives, only for today." Li Ping'an handed him a whetstone, and added, "Don't break it for me, this was given to me by a friend."

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

When the feeling is almost sharpened, put the knife into the cold river water.

Looking at this sharp knife, the little monk suddenly had a sense of intimacy, a feeling of longing.

He thought of his master, and he thought of his brother.

"Whew~"

It's like a dream.

Since the master never returned, he dreamed of that monster countless times.

The sword light and sword shadow are like a dream, and even he can't tell the truth from the fake.