The naan filled with water that Li Ping'an gave them was filled with hot water.

Then they went into the tent and pressed the hot naan on their little feet.

He added an extra handful of firewood to the fire, and took a sip of wine to warm himself.

Then I was ready to enter into the visualization.

Jing Yu leaned over and said, "Brother Li, the west wind, the fierce horse, good wine, why don't we make a poem."

I'll make the last sentence, and you will make the next sentence.

The snow dyes all over the thousands of mountain roads, and the west wind sees the eagle! ”

Seeing that Li Ping'an didn't speak for a long time, Jing Yu said again: "Brother Li, it's your turn." ”

"I don't know how to write poetry." Li Ping'an said.

"No kidding, Brother Li."

"Not really, those poems have nothing to do with me."

Jing Yu: "....... So how about we compare swords? ”

"I can't compare to you."

Li Ping'an said it very easily.

Jing Yu was a little anxious, "It's better than how to know, I'm very good at fighting." ”

"That's not going to hit either."

Jing Yu gritted his teeth, "Then let's compare the piano!" ”

"I don't know how to play the piano."

"You play the erhu, I play the piano!"

"Oh~"

"So let's start competing?" Jing Yu was overjoyed.

"Not comparable."

Jing Yu was about to be mad, "What the hell is going to compare with me." ”

Li Ping'an said helplessly: "So what, you go to the forest in front and wait for me, don't disturb the child's sleep." ”

"Okay, no problem!"

Jing Yu was overjoyed, and three steps turned into two steps and jumped into the forest.

After he left, Li Ping'an regained his composure.

Enter the visualization state.

Personality: [Diligence can make up for clumsiness], [Single-mindedness] activates

Two thoughts flashed through my mind.

..........

Early the next morning.

The southbound team set off again.

Li Ping'an ignored the resentful gaze behind him.

"Do you know what is most in the desert outside the gates?" Jing Yu shouted.

No one answered, and Jing Yu didn't feel embarrassed.

Ask yourself: "The most in this desert is the ghoul army!" When you meet them, you're in trouble. ”

A bright moon was shrouded in dark clouds, and the vast desert sea fell into a pitch-black night.

No one spoke, no voice.

Only the occasional array of geese passing through the sky.

Li Ping'an listened to the sound of the wind in his ears and suddenly caught the sound of footsteps.

It was a man in straw sandals, with a hat pressed and his expression could not be seen clearly.

A knife wrapped in sheepskin and clamped in the armpit.

"Can you borrow a fire?"

Li Ping'an made a gesture of please.

The man sat down and took out the bulging things in his arms.

It's a dead eagle.

Cui Cai glanced at the man and clenched the weapon at his waist vigilantly.

The man quickly hollowed out the inside of the eagle and drained the blood.

And he began to roast it over the fire.

After a while, he ate as if no one was around.

Li Ping'an pursed his lips and handed over the wine gourd.

"There's wine."

The man took the wine, tore the eagle in his hand in half, and handed half to Li Ping'an.

Li Ping'an took over the eagle and completed the transaction.

Truth be told, he hadn't eaten anything like this yet.

I tasted it today and it tasted weird.

It's not that tasty, but it's not too bad either.

"Brother, and very human, that is, how can Confucianism not look like a scholar."

Jing Yu leaned against the branch, holding a weed in his mouth, and asked leisurely.

The man was silent for a moment, "I haven't read for a long time." ”

"What do you do without reading? Changed careers? Jing Yu can say as always.

Li Ping'an just ate eagle meat and didn't talk much.

"Find someone."

"Who?"

"My woman, her surname is Yan, she is also a Confucian like me, and she disappeared ten years ago."

After eating the eagle meat, the man thanked him and left.

Jing Yu shook his head to himself, "From Confucianism to hegemony, it is a pity to be angry in my heart." ”

The next day, the southbound team continued its departure.

In the evening, we arrived at a village.

The village is small, some of it is dilapidated, with earthen walls and thatched roofs, low and dirty.

At the entrance of the village squatted a little old man with a rickety back, holding a pipe in his hand and shrinking his head.

When he saw someone coming, he stood up.

Cui Cai shouted: "Old man, we are on the road, can we spend the night in the village when it gets dark, we will pay." ”

The little old man glanced at the few people and saw that the other party was carrying four children.

The vigilance is not so strong, "Okay, then follow me." ”

The village was so quiet that there was not even the sound of dogs barking, and the people in the village must have rested at this time.

The little old man walked in front with an oil lamp.

Soon, I came to a courtyard.

The little old man opened the door, "Everyone in the village is sleeping, and the old man's house is too small, so you can deal with it here for a night." ”

Cui Cheng thanked him, and the old man left an oil lamp for them and left.

"I feel like this village is a little weird." Cui Cai frowned.

The eldest brother Cui Cheng asked: "Tell me about it." ”

Cui Cai pursed his lips, "I can't say the specifics, but I always feel that there is an eerie feeling when I enter the village." ”

Suddenly, there was an exclamation.

"Jing Yu, what's wrong with you?"

Jing Yu's eyes closed, as if he had suddenly lost consciousness, and fell to the ground with a poof.

frightened the fat handsome who was already a little timid on the side.

Li Ping'an squatted down and examined it.

The breath and pulse are very stable.

It's like fainting.

"It's all right, help him into the back room and rest."

Cui Cheng Cui helped the unconscious Jing Yu into the house.

Cui Cai said: "Why is this kid so heavy." ”

Cui is a martial artist, carrying a hundred and eighty pounds of things on his body, and there is no problem at all with his walking like flying.

But with Jing Yu on his back, he really wasted a lot of his strength.

"Looks like we're going to have to live here tonight." Cui Cheng said.

"Hopefully we're thinking too much." Cui Cai said.

The food in the house must not be eaten, so you can only gnaw on the dry food you have brought with you.

"This Jing Yu talks a lot on weekdays, and he is the first to stop at a critical moment." Wang Yi pursed his lips.

Cui Cai smiled and expressed his agreement with his young master's words.

There is nothing magical about coming to this academy, people like Jing Yu can enter.

Several people gathered in the back room.

Cui Cheng and Cui Cai will definitely not sleep tonight, although Li Ping'an told them to sleep with peace of mind.

But the two of them are still not at ease.

When he was sleeping, Wang Yi picked up a big stone and put it in his hand, saying that if someone came to attack him in the middle of the night, he would be able to react immediately.

As a result, in the middle of the night, Wang Yi snorted loudly.

The angry Alia kicked him several times, but she didn't see him wake up at all.

There was a very small sound in the wind.

Cui Cai Cui Cheng didn't catch it, but he couldn't escape Li Ping'an's ears.

"There's movement, I'll take a look."

Li Ping'an stood up.

"Mr. Li, I'm with you." Cui Cheng pulled out the short knife on his waist.

The two of them walked out of the back room and opened the door.

The night was deep, like the sound of the wind, and like someone was crying.

The movement came from the room to the west.

The door was locked, but this old and worn lock.

Cui Cheng opened it in two or two clicks.

Crunch~

An extremely shrill voice rang out.

Li Ping'an walked in.

With the help of [Breath Lock], Li Ping'an knew that there was no one inside.

The room was very dark, and Li Ping'an couldn't see anything clearly.

Cui Cheng on the side was taken aback, "Mr. Li, this.... It's a mourning hall...."

"Oh?" Li Ping'an raised his eyebrows slightly.

The tablet, incense table, candles, flowers and flower baskets on both sides are quite complete.

There is no corpse to be seen.

I don't know if the corpse has been buried in the ground, and the mourning hall has not had time to withdraw.

Or something else.

Cui Cheng spared a circle, and then fixed his eyes on the delicate small statue placed on the incense case.

The statue is cut out of cardboard, and there is this custom among the people.

Draw a small image on a piece of paper and use a knife to draw it out little by little.

However, it is usually a small statue of the deceased.

How did you cut seven of them?

Li Ping'an's fingers ran across the incense case and rubbed his fingers.

There is no dust and the candles are fresh.

"Offended."

Li Ping'an slightly lifted the tablet and touched it with his hand, and there was a lot of ash under the tablet.

This shows that this mourning hall has been set up for a long time, and it is just that someone comes to clean it regularly.

And the people who clean generally do not touch the tablet.

That's why there is no ash on the incense table, but there is ash under the tablet seat.

“...... Mr... Sir..."

On the other side, Cui Cheng's trembling voice sounded.

Li Ping'an said in a deep voice: "What's wrong?" ”

Cui Cheng held a small statue of paper in his hand, "Sir, this small statue... Why do you look so much like us!? ”