In March, the snow melts and the spring flowers bloom.

In March, everything recovers.

The willows are green and the flowers are red, and the warblers are singing and dancing.

After stepping into Zhongzhou, the Confucian scholars who had been away from their hometown for many years felt a warmth that they had never felt before.

Along the official road, all the way to Dasui.

It's very smooth, and most of the people I meet are friendly people.

There is also tea on the side of the road.

It's not like in that barren place, where you meet someone on the side of the road who pulls out his sword domineeringly at every turn....

"Ah, the smell of home~"

Confucius took a deep breath.

"Ahem, ahem! How can someone on the side of the road, it's really unqualified! ”

"Tofu! Sell tofu!! ”

"Yakiniku! Pancake! ”

"Hey, let one let you."

"Drive! Drive! ”

“..........”

The various voices were in unison, and it sounded extremely noisy to others.

But to the sound of a Confucian who has been away from home for many years, this voice is extremely pleasant.

The breeze of the Buddha moving, the sound of children playing, the wind blowing the flag.......

The Confucian scholar felt kind to everything.

"Hey! That guy, how do I think you kid is so raw. ”

Someone shouted from upstairs.

The Confucian raised his head and saw a familiar face poking out from the second floor of the inn.

"Hahaha, the famous Master Jing invited me to eat here?"

"There are rules that officials can't go beyond the norm." Jing Yu smiled.

Moments later, on the second floor of the inn.

Twelve courses, eight hot dishes, four cold cuts.

Jing Yu picked up the wine glass, "This cup will wash the dust for you, dry!" ”

"Dry, respect the future Da Sui Zaifu."

Jing Yu smiled.

The wine has passed three rounds, and the dishes have passed five flavors.

The two continued to talk.

Chatting about what he has seen and heard over the years, what he has thought.

"How many good words can you collect?" Jing Yu casually asked questions.

Confucius smiled, "That's nature, I'll give you a good appreciation when I go back!" ”

"Right now!"

"It's not appropriate here."

"Take it out and see if there's anything inappropriate."

Both were a little drunk.

The Confucian scholars didn't care so much, and displayed the calligraphy and paintings collected over the years one by one.

“.....”

Jing Yu squinted his eyes and looked at them one by one.

"Well, this is good... This one is not bad either. ”

"Damn, this painting is quite romantic!"

"Hey, I've got this painting."

"Get out!" The Confucian scholar refused without hesitation.

This painting is the last stroke of an old painter who lives in seclusion in the mountains.

He didn't want to give it to others.

"I'll trade things for you." Jing Yu said.

"What?"

"Li Ping'an's words."

Confucius was overjoyed, "Really? ”

"Seriously! I'll introduce you to him at the next meeting. ”

Jing Yu said casually, thinking that he should write a few letters to Li Ping'an later, so that he could receive a reply.

Then, you can sell it for money again.

Li Ping'an's words are now in the capital, and they are rising exponentially.

In fact, although his calligraphy and painting have their own style, they have another artistic conception.

However, to be honest, there are not many people who really know how to appreciate this kind of artistic conception.

Most people buy his words or paintings, but they don't pay attention to his creative skills, nor do they pay attention to how well they write.

It's because of Li Ping'an's fame.

Over the years, Li Ping'an's reputation has been famous in the capital of the Great Sui.

And Confucius is a die-hard fan of Li Ping'an.

It can be seen from the fact that he bought the painting Li Ping'an left in the Qinglou from Jing Yu at a high price.

"You didn't say that I almost forgot, this time I met a particularly interesting person in Blizzard City."

The Confucian scholar took out two more paintings.

"The style of this herringbone is very similar to that of Master Li Ping'an."

Jing Yu glanced at it and nodded, "Hmm.... It's quite like that! If you don't say it, I really thought it was my brother's handwriting. ”

"It's enough to confuse the real with the fake." Confucius said proudly.

Jing Yu asked more, "Hey, what does that person look like?" ”

"Not tall or fat, just normal, but with a cow and a cat by his side."

"Cow?" Jing Yu frowned, "Black Bull? ”

"Hmm."

Jing Yu blinked, "What's his name?" ”

"Didn't tell me."

Jing Yu thought for a moment and picked up the pen and ink casually.

With a few strokes, he sketched the appearance of Li Ping'an and the big black bull in his memory.

"Is this one a cow?"

"Hey! Right! Right! ”

The Confucian scholar was surprised, and he didn't understand how Jing Yu could know the appearance of the man in the green shirt.

"This is Li Ping'an." Jing Yu said softly.

Confucianism: ........

(O_O)??

What!?

His voice rose a few degrees.

Then, a roar resembling some kind of beast erupted from within the inn.

"Ahhhh Why!? ”

Jing Yu couldn't help but cover his ears.

............

Leaving Blizzard City, head north.

Walking on his legs is naturally not as fast as Confucianism.

So when Confucianism had arrived in the Great Sui, one person, one cat and one cow had not yet walked out of this icy and snowy world.

In a snow cave, the light of the fire danced.

The cat was wrapped in thick clothes, one was the red cotton jacket that Li Ping'an made for him during the Chinese New Year, and the other was the cotton clothes he bought in Fengxue City when he left.

The two layers were added together, and the cat still had snot.

"Hmm.... The fairy is so cold. ”

Li Ping'an put a charm on her head.

The cat raised her head, with a yellow talisman on her head, and said pitifully, "Fairies also want to learn spells." ”

"Why do fairies learn spells?"

"Because the spell is very powerful, the cat also has to learn it."

"But I don't know how to spell, if you learn spells, the cat fairy has to learn from Niu Niu."

The cat turned its head to look at the old cow who was eating roasted sweet potatoes on the side.

"The cat fairy wants to learn spells."

"Moo!"

If the cat fairy wants to learn spells, it is natural that he must first learn to write.

So, after having this motivation.

The cat fairy learned to write, but worked harder than before.

At the end of the cold night, I can finally see the sunshine that I have not seen for a long time.

One person, one cow and one cat rush during the day.

Occasionally, I will find a snow cave sheltered from the wind at night, and sometimes the surrounding area is so empty that I can't see the snow cave.

The tent was set up, the cat fairy lay in the middle, and Li Ping'an and Lao Niu were sandwiched on both sides.

The tent was small, but warm enough.

It was as if they were not rushing in the snow of death, but had come out to travel.

The picture is beautiful and peaceful.

The cat fairy becomes a little girl, and writes at night.

Outside, the wind was howling, and the temperature was so cold that everything froze.

Only inside this small tent, it was so warm that people didn't want to go out at all.

The little girl stuck her head out and immediately retracted it.

Shaking his head, he sobered up for a moment, and continued to write.

"Boom ——!!!"

The sound was not an earthquake, but the snoring of an old cow.

The little girl was used to it, holding the other end of the brush and looking at the small characters in embarrassment.

Well, it's so hard~