Li Ping'an walked into the back room, and the old cow squinted and lay beside the fire.

Wang Yi and Alia were no longer in the house.

Li Ping'an walked out.

After a while, there was the sound of hurried footsteps in the courtyard.

"It's over, Uncle will definitely be angry."

Two figures hurried into the courtyard.

"Be quiet!"

Wang Yi wiped a handful of rain from his face, because he ran too quickly, his body was drenched.

"If he's in a hurry, he'll definitely not find out."

"We're all wet, how can my uncle not find out."

Wang Yi said: "You forget, he is blind and can't see." ”

The two of them wiped their wet hair briefly, and then walked inside.

The autumn wind is bleak, and the cold is tight.

Coupled with the relentless rain, the two of them involuntarily leaned towards the stove.

A moment later, Li Ping'an walked in.

As if nothing had happened, he had just been in the house for a while.

"Keep going with the class."

Alia shuddered, trying to calm her breathing.

But after running such a long way, how could it be possible to slow down so quickly.

Wang Yi also resisted his breathing rate, but he still gasped uncontrollably.

Because he was afraid that Li Ping'an would find any flaws, he had to take the initiative to speak and confuse the public.

"It's really windy today."

"yes, it's raining heavily, too."

Li Ping'an said without raising his head.

Wang Yi pursed his lips, and was looking for some other topics, so he listened to Li Ping'an.

"I boiled ginger soup for you in the pot, and there was a cotton blanket in the house, and one for each of you was draped.

Drink a few bowls of ginger soup later, so as not to suffer from the cold.

By the way, let your friends come in, it's cold outside. ”

Wang Yi and Alia glanced at each other awkwardly, knowing in their hearts that they had found them running out.

........

Wrapped in a quilt and drinking ginger soup, the four of them suddenly felt much more comfortable.

The rain outside has lightened a lot.

Wang Yi leaned back and held his hands up.

There was an expression of intoxication and envy on his face, as if he hadn't recovered from the battle in the Autumn Wind Court.

He muttered something in his mouth, and scribbled with his sword pointing to the void.

It was as if he was the mysterious swordsman in the Autumn Wind Pavilion.

"That fight just now was so exciting, when do you think I'll be as good as that guy?"

Wang Yi sighed.

Alia buried her little face in the bowl and looked up, "Why is that mysterious master wearing a mask?" ”

Wang Yi said, "Masters are like this, hiding their identities, which master have you ever seen swaggering into the market." ”

"Yes."

Alia nodded thoughtfully.

Fat Jun said: "According to the setting of the novel, this kind of mysterious master, maybe it is a toothless groom, a beggar on the street, anyway, just don't attract people's attention." ”

Wang Yi turned over and stood up, "Hey, you said that if I found him, would he take me as an apprentice?" ”

Fat Jun shook his head, "Boss, you don't know anything, where to find it?" ”

"As long as the deep iron pestle is sharpened into a needle! If you don't look for it, how do you know you can't find it? ”

Wang Yi said firmly.

Li Ping'an sat silently on the sidelines, contemplating the Nirvana Sutra intently

Although it is only a few thousand words, every time he reads it, he will have a completely different feeling.

Every time he thought about it, he could feel that his thoughts became more firm and more condensed.

"Sir, can you write?"

I don't know when, Zhao Ling'er came over.

Cautiously looking at the neat sheets of rice paper pressed on the desk.

"It's just a matter of writing and playing."

"Can I take a look?" Zhao Ling'er whispered.

With Li Ping'an's consent, Zhao Ling'er picked up the rice paper.

After taking a closer look, I couldn't help but widen my eyes.

She grew up in a boudoir, and her father was a well-known scholar.

The atmosphere of learning at home is strong, and he is naturally proficient in piano, chess, calligraphy and painting.

See Li Ping'an's words at this moment

The word is majestic, such as the dragon jumping over the heavenly gate, and the tiger lying on the phoenix.

One horizontal and one vertical, all give people a feeling of swallowing mountains and rivers.

"Tianxingjian, a gentleman strives for self-improvement!"

Zhao Ling'er was stunned.

Then he looked up at Li Ping'an's eyes.

It seems that I can't believe that Li Ping'an is really a blind man.

Zhao Ling'er's gaze fell on the pen and ink again, and after a long time, she exhaled a breath.

"Sir's handwriting is really excellent."

Li Ping'an said: "It's usually boring, just write to pass the time." ”

"Mr. is really too prestigious, I'm afraid that there are few people in the four towns of Anbei who can write such good words."

Zhao Ling'er said sincerely.

"Was this one also written by Mr.?"

Zhao Ling'er turned the page down and found that this one was completely different from the previous one.

The handwriting flutters in the wind, and the birds fly.

With a few strokes, there is a kind of cheesy bearing.

"It was written by a big cow." Li Ping'an pointed to the old cow warming up by the stove.

Zhao Ling'er burst out laughing, "Mr. is really good at joking." ”

The old cow rolled his eyes lazily, rude~

The rain outside had stopped, and the clothes of the four had dried out.

said goodbye to Li Ping'an and prepared to go back to their respective homes.

Before leaving, Zhao Ling'er reluctantly looked at Li Ping'an's ink treasure, and then put it back in place.

"Take it if you like."

Li Ping'an suddenly spoke.

Zhao Ling'er hurriedly shook her head, "Sir's Mobao, how can Ling'er take it at will." ”

Li Ping'an said with a smile: "What Mobao, it's just written for fun, if you like it, I should give it to you." ”

Zhao Ling'er bit her lip and hesitated.

I wanted to refuse again, but in the end I nodded, "Then thank you, sir." ”

...........

In the blink of an eye, it was another three or five days.

Li Ping'an played against the evergreen monk in the courtyard.

Li Ping'an's chess game stinks, but in the fight with the evergreen monk, he gradually realized some tricks.

Coupled with the role of the life grid [diligence can make up for clumsiness], he soon had some attainments.

The two sides come and go, and the two armies fight.

With Changqing's strong attack failing, the situation on the chessboard gradually favored Li Ping'an.

Li Ping'an had a rather accomplished smile on his face.

It's not in vain that I've been working hard for so many days, and I'm finally going to win a game of evergreen.

Changqing pinched the sunspot in his hand, frowning and pondering.

Suddenly, Changqing put down the sunspot in his hand and scattered the pieces on the board with a wave of his hand.

"A gentleman is constantly striving for self-improvement, his fate is ill-fated, and the national disaster is at the head, but you and I can only play here and waste time.

Pathetic, alas! ”

Li Ping'an looked at the broken chessboard: ...........

In order not to lose me, you really found a good excuse.

Changqing walked away thoughtfully, "The little monk is going to study the Dharma, and the plaything is demoralized, and the plaything is demoralized." ”

Li Ping'an was silent for a moment, "Then let's do it again?" ”

"Let's start again." Changqing turned around.

After a while.

"Playthings are demoralized! Playthings are demoralized! ”

Changqing sighed and turned his head.

Li Ping'an looked at the chessboard that had not yet been played, and he was not a son~