Li Ping'an walked into the back room, and Lao Niu was lying next to the stove with his eyes narrowed.

Wang Yi and Alia have long disappeared from the house.

Li Pingan walked out.

After a while, rapid footsteps came from the yard.

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

Two figures hurriedly ran into the courtyard.

"Keep your voice down!"

Wang Yi wiped the rain off his face. Because he ran too fast, his body was soaked.

"If we run out of time, he won't be able to find it."

"We are all wet, how could uncle not notice it?"

Wang Yi said: "You have forgotten that he is blind and cannot see."

The two simply wiped their wet hair and then walked into the house.

The autumn wind is bleak and chilly.

Coupled with the merciless rain, the two of them couldn't help but lean towards the stove.

After a while, Li Ping'an walked in.

It was as if nothing happened, he just entered the house for a while.

"Continue class."

Alia shivered and tried to calm her breathing.

But after running such a long distance, how could it be possible to recover so quickly?

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

Because he was afraid that Li Ping'an would discover any flaws, he had no choice but to speak out to confuse the public.

"The wind is really strong today."

"Yes, it rains heavily too."

Li Pingan said without raising his head.

Wang Yi pursed his lips and was looking for some other topics when he heard Li Ping'an say.

"I've cooked ginger soup for you in the pot, and there are cotton blankets in the room. Each of you can put one on.

I'll drink a few more bowls of ginger soup later to avoid catching the cold.

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

Wang Yi and Alia looked at each other awkwardly, knowing clearly that they had discovered that they had run out.

........

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

The rain outside has lightened up a lot.

Wang Yi leaned back and supported himself with both hands.

There was an expression of intoxication and envy on his face, as if he had not yet recovered from the battle in Qiu Fengting.

He was muttering something in his mouth, while his hand was pointing at the void with a sword and scribbling.

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

"The battle just now was so exciting. When do you think I can become as powerful as that person?"

Wang Yi sighed.

Aria buried her face in the bowl and raised her head, "Why does that mysterious master wear a mask?"

Wang Yi said, "All masters are like this, hiding their identity. Have you ever seen any master showing off?"

"Too."

Alia nodded thoughtfully.

Pang Jun said: "According to the setting of the novel, this kind of mysterious master might be a groom with missing teeth or a beggar on the street. Anyway, he just doesn't attract attention."

Wang Yi turned over and stood up, "Hey, do you think if I find him, will he accept me as his disciple?"

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

"All it takes is time and effort to grind an iron pestle into a needle! How will you know you can't find it if you don't look for it?"

Wang Yi said firmly.

Li Pingan sat aside silently, concentrating on meditating on the Nirvana Sutra.

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

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

"Sir, can you write?"

At some point, Zhao Ling'er came over.

Carefully looking at the neat pieces of rice paper on the desk.

"I just wrote it for fun."

"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 open my eyes.

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

There is a strong academic atmosphere at home, and I am naturally very proficient in music, chess, calligraphy and painting.

See Li Ping'an's words at this moment

The characters are majestic and majestic, like a dragon leaping over the Heavenly Gate or a tiger lying on the Phoenix Tower.

Every horizontal and vertical position gives people the feeling of swallowing up mountains and rivers.

"Heaven moves vigorously, and a gentleman strives to constantly strive for self-improvement!"

After Zhao Ling'er read it, she was stunned.

Then he looked up and looked into Li Ping'an's eyes.

It seems a little hard to believe that Li Ping'an is really a blind man.

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

"Sir's handwriting is really excellent."

Li Ping'an said: "I'm usually bored, I just write to pass the time."

"Sir, you really praise me too much. I'm afraid there are few people in the four towns of Anbei who can write such good calligraphy."

Zhao Linger said sincerely.

"Is this one also written by sir?"

Zhao Ling'er turned down the page and found that the writing and ink on this page were completely different from the previous one.

The handwriting floats in the wind and suddenly the birds of prey fly.

With just a few strokes, there is a demeanor that sweeps away the vulgarity.

"That was written by Daniel." Li Ping'an pointed to the old cow warming himself by the stove.

Zhao Ling'er burst out laughing, "Sir, you really know how to joke."

Lao Niu lazily rolled his eyes, rude~

The rain stopped outside and the four people's clothes were dried.

Then he said goodbye to Li Ping'an and prepared to go back to his respective homes.

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

"Take it if you like it."

Li Ping'an suddenly said.

Zhao Ling'er shook her head hastily, "How can Ling'er just take Mr.'s calligraphy treasure at will?"

Li Ping'an smiled and said: "What kind of calligraphy treasure? It's just for fun. If you like it, I'll treat it as a gift to you."

Zhao Ling'er bit her lip and hesitated.

I wanted to refuse again, but in the end I nodded, "Thank you sir."

...........
To be continued...