The vast cold night is all barren.

At one point, the sun pierced the clouds.

Illuminates Blizzard.

It stands to reason that the cold nights in Snowstorm City will last for at least a little more than a month.

But this time, it didn't even take half a month, which couldn't help but surprise everyone.

What's even more amazing is that the light only lasted for a moment.

Then the heavens and the earth returned to darkness.

The cold wind rose again, like a sandstorm, cold and dead.

It's as if the scene just now never happened.

"What's going on!?"

"What happened just now? How can there be sunlight? ”

"Am I hallucinating? Did you see that too? ”

“..........”

All of a sudden, the monks who witnessed this scene in Wind and Snow City were in a commotion.

At this time, the people in green shirts who attracted this scene.

I have already brought the cat to the place where I am going.

Wen Linzhai.

An old man came out of it, swearing and swearing.

"Not for sale! What do you do when you take it out and put it on the table? ”

The Confucian muttered inside, "If you don't sell it, you won't sell it, just take it out for you to see." ”

As soon as he looked up, he said, "Yo, it's you." ”

When the Confucian saw Li Ping'an, the emotions just now suddenly disappeared.

"Are you looking at calligraphy and painting again?"

"Haha, come on, come on."

"Which one do you want to see? Take a look at the picture I just made. ”

Confucius painted a picture of the Snowstorm City in the dark, and a ray of sunlight suddenly broke in the sky above the Snowy City.

I guess I just saw that strange scene, so I came to paint.

"I saw that scene just now, and it was really amazing.

Although it is only for a moment, it can stay in the painting......."

Li Ping'an explained that he was here to exchange money.

"Money?" The Confucian scholar was stunned.

Li Ping'an took out his own handwriting.

The Confucian glanced at it, and his face changed slightly.

"The words are good words, and the poems are also good, but they are ....."

"Just what? Your Excellency, but it doesn't matter. Li Ping'an said.

The Confucian scholar was a little embarrassed, "It's just that I don't have any extra money for the time being." ”

"I don't care how much." Li Ping'an said.

The Confucian laughed dryly and changed the subject, "Haven't eaten yet?" It's better to stay here and eat, and we'll discuss it slowly. ”

As he spoke, he put away the lettering.

It's not bad to have a meal for nothing.

Li Ping'an thought so.

It's just that when the food is served, I can't help but be stunned.

It's a pot of gruel, already congealed.

Cut it into four pieces with a knife, and the Confucian priest took out one of them and handed it to Li Ping'an, as well as a bowl of small pickles.

Li Ping'an was silent, got up and prepared to leave.

Excuse me~

Li Ping'an was about to leave, but the Confucian priest stopped him.

"Short of money?" Confucius said.

Li Ping'an nodded, "That's the case now." ”

"That's it, I just want to make money, so it's better to take my foot with me, and those two words will be considered a thank you gift afterwards."

Li Ping'an hesitated, "Yes." ”

So he followed the Confucian scholar out of the study.

The Confucian man closed the door.

Li Ping'an was curious: "Why is there no money for such a big study under your feet?" ”

"Although there are many calligraphy and paintings, they are only for people to enjoy."

"I see."

"What do you do to make a living?"

"Slay demons and kill demons." Confucianism.

"I see."

"Then which demon is going to be killed today?"

"It's a madman!" The Confucian scholar said, "Madmen often kill people in snowy nights, but now when cold nights come, they are even more unscrupulous, and often haunt the generation of Long Street."

I've been waiting for him on Long Street for a long time, but I haven't caught it. ”

Li Ping'an was stunned.

..........

The long street was overcast and angry, and the streets were empty.

Occasionally, one or two people passing by were also in a hurry.

Confucius and Li Ping'an waited patiently.

The cat in his arms climbed high and looked into the distance, and after a while, there was a squirming movement in the darkness.

The Confucian opened his eyes, only to find that it was only the cat that had returned.

The orange cat had a big mouse in its mouth and was looking at Li Ping'an with a smile.

"Mouse."

"How do you write a mouse?" Li Li Ping'an said.

The cat hesitated for a moment and drew a few strokes on the snow with its little paws.

A few strokes are missing.

Li Ping'an added it to it.

A little bored in the process of waiting, Confucius and Li Ping'an chatted.

The Confucian scholar said that he was from the Great Sui of Zhongzhou.

Li Ping'an said that he had guessed.

The Confucian scholar cherished his family and country, but he was depressed, so he learned his idol.

Visit the famous mountains and rivers and get to know the heroes of the world.

Li Ping'an asked him who his idol was?

The Confucian said: "Li Ping'an! ”

Li Ping'an was stunned for a moment.

The Confucian scholar continued to boast, saying that he had read his writings.

Li Ping'an is curious, when did he publish a book?

The Confucian scholar said that it was written by his friend Confucian Jingyu.

Li Ping'an was stunned, and he was amused in his heart.

However, the monk did not intend to give up.

Speaking of Li Ping'an's life experience.

All of his own was written in the book.

So on a boring night, I listened to a boring person tell a story about his past.

Li Ping'an believes that there is nothing more boring than this.

However, the good thing is that the wait was not in vain.

The madman in the mouth of the Confucian appeared.

Carrying a knife and wearing animal skins.

Appears in the night of the Long Street.

Blood had been seen on the knife.

The Confucian stood up, "Well, it's finally time for him, and his bounty is enough to eat for a month." ”

"Can you help?" Li Ping'an asked.

"No, you just sit next to you."

Li Ping'an sat down with the cat in his arms and touched his furry head with his hand.

The cat looked up, "Why do you want to touch the fairy?" ”

"I'm massaging the fairy."

"Massage?"

"It makes fairies smarter."

"Hurry up, then." The orange cat lowered its head again, impatient.

So, Li Ping'an continued to pet the cat with peace of mind.

The madman slashed this from above.

The light of the sword flashed, and under the light of the snow, it seemed to become more aggressive.

Cut through the snow curtain and march forward.

The swirling cold light shrouded a radius of several zhang.

The Confucian did not make a move.

At this time, the knife was only an inch away from the top of the head.

In an instant, a yellow light rose into the sky, accompanied by the sound of thunder.

Li Ping'an hugged the cat and stepped back.

Change your position and continue to pet the cat.

The Confucian warriors used the long street as a formation and trapped the madman.

The madman wielded his long knife like a beast in a hunter's trap.

The snow in the sky is like a knife at the moment.

After the kung fu of half-burnt incense.

The madman fell to the snow.

Confucius put away his hand, "Well, the house money for January is here." ”

Li Ping'an glanced at the time, it was bad.

I forgot to tell Lao Niu, I'm afraid I'll be beaten again when I go back.

"What's the matter with this madman?" Li Ping'an asked.

"Who knows, just take it and get the reward money, and you will share half of the reward money when you go back."

"I didn't make a contribution under it."

"It's kind of the money to buy your two paintings."

"Thank you."

Li Ping'an said.

The Confucian looked at the dark night sky and sighed.

"I wonder when the sun will appear again?"

Li Ping'an smiled but did not speak.

.........

(Two words, comfortable~)