Winter snow flies and falls like a sweep in the city.

The black snowflakes were like a black cloak, covering the huge capital city and covering it tightly.

All the ghosts hid in their homes to warm themselves by fire, and no one wanted to go out. The streets are also empty, without the hustle and bustle of the past, and many shops in the downtown are full of doors.

On the south side of the city, near the city wall, there is a tea shop, but today it is doing good business.

This two-story small building on the street tea shop, called Qing Cha Zhai, the shopkeeper surnamed Li, looks five big and three thick, dark skin, but cooks good tea. In particular, the special winter cold emerald of the store that he cooked is even more famous.

Three or five green tips floated in the cup a few times, and then encountered water and leaves, rippling in the cup. Smell the white mist rising in the cup is refreshing, take a sip of the green and clear tea, the lips and throat are fragrant, and the sweetness goes straight into the abdomen, which is refreshing.

It is really a clear spring boiled by tile, and the light fragrance is ancient porcelain.

The most puzzling thing for the ghosts is that the tea boiled by Lao Li is not a precious tea in the underworld, it is nothing more than an ordinary spring tea with three taels of coins, and the water used is an ordinary mountain spring.

It is precisely because of this that the ghosts in the city of Xudu have tasted his winter cold emerald, and they have repeatedly pointed and sighed.

And even on today's cold days when the north wind is howling and the winter snow is abundant, this small tea shop is full of friends.

"You use it slowly. Lao Li smiled, personally served the tea that had just been cooked to a few guests who had just entered the door, sat down at the back of the counter, held his chin with his hand, stared at the snow outside the store, and was stunned.

"Have you heard? The counterinsurgency in various places is not effective again. Sitting in the southeast corner of the room, at the table by the window, one of the young souls dressed as a scholar was talking to his companions: "First, the giants were destroyed by the Qingqiu Kingdom, and then the Queen Mother Kingdom was defeated and retreated, and was defeated by the rebels. It is said that a few days ago, Zhao Wenhe, the defender of Kunlun Continent, was also hit by an arrow. ”。

As soon as he said this, several of his companions gasped when they heard this.

"Isn't it? The human soul sitting on the right hand side of this scholar also took over and said: "I also heard that although the army sent by the imperial court to Dongyizhou destroyed the Kingdom of the Gods, it was retaliated against by Dayi's Fusang army, and this battle has been fought for five or six years, and there is no winner or loser. The court is getting weaker and weaker, and the underworld is becoming more and more turbulent. ”。

After finishing speaking, he lowered his head slightly and sighed.

His words also immediately resonated with the scholar: "Who says it's not? Back then, we spent a lot of money to buy a permanent residence in the underworld, but we encountered this turmoil again. If I had known, it would have been better to go to reincarnation!".

"Little brother. The fat man in the padded jacket next to him was also interested, and immediately asked with a smile: "You are so optimistic about reincarnation now, so let you become a pig and dog, are you willing?"

"Yes. The scholar immediately replied happily, and after a pause, he said: "I have heard the ghost messenger in the ghost judgment hall say, now it is best to go to the world to be reincarnated in the world, and be a cat and dog; Now that you go to reincarnation, if you want to be a cat or dog, you really can't buy such a good tire without this number. ”。 As he spoke, he shook the five fingers of his right hand.

A few ghosts and his companions next to him stared at his palms with wide eyes, and exclaimed, "Five hundred taels of dark coins?"

The little brother shook his head with a smile, suddenly became solemn, and replied lightly: "Five million taels of coins, and as long as there are silver ingots, no tickets." Otherwise, don't even think about it. ”。

The ghosts were shocked when they heard this, and they booed again and again, but only the soul with a wisp of goatee under the chin sitting in the southeast corner and Lao Li of the shopkeeper did not follow suit.

One was still silently drinking tea, and the other continued to look at the snow outside the door in a daze. While the other tea guests were chatting enthusiastically, they hadn't interjected yet.

The chatters became more and more popular, and the whole tea shop was full of laughter.

After chatting for a long time, they saw that the tea in the cup had been drunk, and then saw that it was evening in the blink of an eye, so they got up together, lined up at the counter to pay the tea money to the shopkeeper, and smiled one by one to Lao Li to go to the individual, and went out of the tea shop together.

In a moment, the laughter and laughter had gradually faded away, and in the tea shop that was still noisy, only the shopkeeper and the soul of the person who had been silent were left, and it was suddenly a lot quieter. Only the north wind blew the curtain of the door and slipped into the building with a whistling whistle.

Lao Li went to put away their teacups, and sent them all to the backyard to wash the guys, and then walked back, and saw that the guest officer with a wisp of goatee was still there, so he walked over, and looked at the teacup in the hand of this human soul, and after only the last sip of tea was left, he asked with a smile: "Guest officer, who do you want to add to you?"

The ghost shook his head silently, raised his head and drank the last sip of tea, and said, "Good tea." Standing up, he took out a penny from his sleeve at the same time, handed it to the shopkeeper Lao Li, picked up the felt hat on the table, shook it, buttoned it to his head, and strode out without looking back.

"You walk slowly. Lao Li nodded for a while, and it was not until he saw the guest officer go out of the gate that he picked up his teacup and went to the backyard.

Just entered the backyard, Lao Li quietly used the middle finger of his right index finger to buckle the bottom of the cup, and a note posted at the bottom of the cup fell into his palm.

He didn't rush to read the contents of the note, but naturally hummed a little tune, and continued to walk slowly to the kitchen in the corner of the backyard with his teacup.

As soon as I entered the kitchen, I saw several souls busy inside, some of them were washing cups, others were boiling water, and among them there was a fungus man, sitting on the pyre by the stove and watching the ghosts work.

Lao Li stood with his back to the door, handed the teacup to a soul, unfolded the note in his palm and looked at it, and after gasping for air, he was stunned and stunned.

The ghosts in the house were also stunned, and they all stopped what they were doing, and their curious eyes fell on Lao Li's face one by one.

One of the old men's souls, rolled up his sliding sleeves, got up and asked, "What's wrong?"

Lao Li didn't say anything, just walked straight to the pyre, leaned over and handed the note that had been folded by him three or two times to the fungus man, and said in a deep voice: "Thousands of miles to send Yuque quickly." ”。

Seeing his serious face, the fungus man hurriedly took the note, and disappeared in front of the ghosts with the Escape Technique.

"Be prepared. Lao Li turned around, his eyes swept over the faces of the other ghosts, and he said solemnly: "We have to be busy next." ”。