李平安啃着半块黑面馍，盘腿坐在老槐树下，背靠树干，眯着眼晒太阳。山里的日子清闲，除了陪师父练练功，就是砍砍柴，挑挑水，剩下的时光多半就这么耗着。他爹死得早，也是个老实巴交的庄稼汉，留下他给野狼叼走又捡回来的事，在村里传得神乎其神。

这半块黑面馍，是他早上省下的，别小看这玩意儿，在深山里能当金子使。师父 seinen sect gave him some lean meat, and he mixed it with wild菜, steamed it, and it became this piece of black bread. He couldn't help but sigh in his heart, if not for this old man, he might have been eaten by wolves back then.

"Little dude, what are you doing so dazed?" A voice came from behind.

Lǐ Píng'ān's eyes snapped open. It was the little mouse, running over with a bamboo umbrella in his mouth. "Old mouse, I was just thinking about something."

The little mouse, named Mù Liú, was the only one in the sect who was his peers. He was a little smarter than Lǐ Píng'ān, and now he had already broken through to the second layer of true energy. "What were you thinking about? Thinking about how to make more progress? Or thinking about how to make more spiritual wine?"