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

I was left for three days before I was able to get out.

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

The people of the village also kindly gave two fast horses.

Han Yu couldn't cry or laugh, and tried every means to refuse, but he still couldn't refuse the enthusiasm of the people in the village.

Opposite him was Li Ping'an, who was empty-handed.

Li Ping'an didn't care at all, and asked the people in the village about the method of sour soup, and said goodbye to everyone happily.

The clock was pushed back three days.

There is very little light around, and only the silhouette of the mountains in the distance can be faintly seen.

A thick white mist swirled around the trees, as if the whole world was filled with fog.

At night, the fog was thick and dark.

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

The two of them walked in the middle of the mountain road, but the road was steady, and there was a sound of chatter from time to time.

It seems to be unaffected by the fog in the slightest.

"It's better to rest here for a while, at this rate in a few days, you can reach the grass house."

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

"You've been living in a grass house before?" Li Ping'an asked casually.

"Yes, Master and I."

"How many demon slayers are there?"

"Uh..."Han Yu was speechless for a moment, "just... There are only two people left, Master and I. ”

Li Ping'an raised his eyebrows slightly, "Oh? ”

Han Yu said in a deep voice: "Thirty years ago, there was an accident that caused the demon slayer to die one after another, and now there are only two left, Master and I.

Since then, Master has been in a state of slump, drinking heavily all day long, or gambling with others.

The demon slayer has been lost in the fog forest, and the demons hidden in the fog forest are rampant again.

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

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

If you have the help of Shushan, the good days of the demon clan in the fog forest will come to an end. ”

Facing Han Yu's scorching gaze, Li Ping'an smiled helplessly and did not talk.

The bonfire illuminated the boy's face, and when he came out of the stockade, he was full of smiles.

This is still the case.

"Fellow Daoist, what is Zhongzhou like?"

"It's about the same as Qizhou."

"I haven't even been out of the fog forest, what is Qizhou like? Are there many demons too? ”

"Yes."

"What should I do with a youkai in such a big place?"

Li Ping'an: "Demons and ghosts will hide in the shadows, and they don't dare to blatantly attack human dwellings. ”

Han Yu nodded thoughtfully.

Early the next morning, the pedestrians set off again.

Li Ping'an sat on the back of the cow 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, and he was full of ambition.

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

Remembering Master's frustration in old age.

For a while, I was obsessed and immersed in the rhythm.

After a while, he didn't come to his senses until the erhu stopped, and raised his head to look at Li Ping'an blankly.

"Fellow Daoist, what is this?"

"Erhu, haven't you seen it?"

"There's no such thing in the Fog Forest, you can...."

Han Yu originally wanted to say that he could borrow me to take a look, but the words stopped when he reached his lips.

If you want to take a look at other people's things, it's not good after all.

Li Ping'an seemed to see through his thoughts, and generously handed over the erhu.

Han Yu played with it carefully as if a child had gotten a toy.

...........

A few days later.

At the east end of the cottage, there is a laurel tree.

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

"Fellow Daoist, this is the grass house."

Han Yu introduced Li Ping'an while greeting people passing by in the village.

The people in the village all looked at Li Ping'an curiously, obviously they rarely saw outsiders.

Li Ping'an looked left and right.

When he arrived at the east end of the village, Han Yu found the master lying under the tree at a glance.

"Master, Master, I'm back."

The old man ignored him, still asleep.

Although Han Yu had long been used to it, after all, Li Ping'an was present, so he couldn't help but feel a little embarrassed.

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

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

"Master, there are people from Shushan who have come from Zhongzhou."

"Huh? Roasted sweet potatoes tonight? ”

"Shushan! Zhongzhou. ”

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

“........”

One of the masters and apprentices said the front door building, and the other said the hip shaft, and the preface did not match the afterword.

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

Only then did he make tea to greet Li Ping'an.

"Fellow Daoist, you can sit casually, I'll go buy some food."

Han Yu carried a basket and ran out.

It took a long time before he came back with a basket full of them.

Li Ping'an helped wash the vegetables and cook.

By the time it gets dark, a meal is ready.

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

As soon as the two of them and the two beasts ate for a while, a voice came from inside the house.

"My good apprentice is back?"

A white-haired old man walked out, put his hand into his arms and scratched it, and couldn't help frowning when he saw Li Ping'an.

"Who are you, why do you come to my house to eat?"

"Master, this is a Taoist friend from Shushan Mountain in Zhongzhou."

"Zhongzhou? Shushan? ”

The white-haired old man squinted his eyes, looked Li Ping'an up and down, and made a disdainful sound in his nostrils.

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

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

Han Yu smiled apologetically at Li Ping'an, "My master is like this, don't mind." ”

"No problem."

The white-haired old man suddenly snorted, "Hey, why is there a cow here?" It's time to add vegetables, the old man has been hungry for beef for a long time. ”

Old Cow: ........ Are you polite?

"Master, don't talk nonsense, this Brother Niu is a friend of Daoyou."

The old cow gave the old man a blank look.

Li Ping'an arched his hand and said with a smile: "Li Ping'an, who is from Xiashu Mountain Gate, hasn't asked his predecessors about their names?" ”

"Don't dare to be, the village wild man can't afford to worship the disciples of Shushan, and he can't compare to your famous and decent family...."

The old man spoke with prickliness.

Han Yu couldn't wait to gag his master's mouth, so he had to apologize vigorously.

The smile on Li Ping'an's face did not diminish by half a point.

can hear that the other party is not targeting himself, but at his own identity as a Shushanmen person.