Painter

Chapter 97: Chapter 97
After the big cat screamed, it plunged into the sea of ​​fire. The fire snake scorched the white hair and engulfed it in a blink of an eye.Before Huang Yuyang could react, he saw a huge animal shadow looming in the sea of ​​fire, like a tiger or a leopard.The beast shadow rushed left and right in the sea of ​​flames, only the sound of roaring, silk tearing, and wood breaking was heard.After a while, the white cat broke through the window and landed on the eaves, biting the neck of a big red-skinned mouse, looking back at Huang Yuyang, and then jumped.

"Mr. Snow Lion, Mr. Snow Lion!" Huang Yuyang finally came to his senses and called out loudly, but the white cat had disappeared on the roof like a moon shadow, coming and going without a trace.

Strange to say, as soon as the white cat left, the fire suddenly dropped by three points.The fire, which could not be extinguished even with water, quickly subsided under the undetectable spring rain. After only a moment, the last trace of flame disappeared quietly, and there was not even a single embers left.

As soon as the fire weakened, the two women rushed to save their belongings.Huang Yuyang rushed into the west chamber and took out the bamboo strips. The wax cloth of the basket was not damaged, and the two kittens were also unharmed.Huang Yuyang breathed a sigh of relief, and suddenly there was a commotion outside the house.

It was a soldier from the watchtower, and after notifying the inspector, he arrived with a bucket of mud, mochi dipped in mud and other things to put out the fire, and rushed into the unclosed door of the house, only to find that the fire had extinguished, and only a little green smoke filled the windows Under the beam.The leader of the corps was taken aback for a moment, and then saw Huang Yuyang blocking the door.He hesitated and said, "Mr. Huang, you are..."

Huang Yuyang hurriedly said: "There was a fire at home just now, but fortunately the fire was not big, and it is now extinguished. But I don't know the situation in the neighborhood. Go and have a look, if the fire spreads again, I'm afraid it won't end well!"

All the soldiers looked into Shigu Lane, and they could see the flames faintly. The corporal shook his chin and gave an order, and everyone left quickly.Huang Yuyang watched the backs of the soldiers in the Wanghuo Tower disappear, heaved a sigh of relief, hugged the bamboo basket, closed the door of the house, turned around and saw Ah Li in the corner.Ah Li was terrified, his face was covered in mud stains, his tears were mottled, and the moon-white gown that was changed from Ruqun was thrown away somewhere.

"Come on, Ah Li, come here."

Huang Yuyang went up to hold Ah Li's hand and went to the study.In the study room, some volumes of scriptures were burned.These volumes of scriptures are Huang Yuyang's treasures. They were kept in the past, and whenever they were stained with oil and sweat, Huang Yuyang felt distressed, but he didn't take a look at them at this time.Only in the inner room of the study, I opened the door curtain that was mostly burned away, and entered a small room.

There are more than ten scrolls of pictures hanging on the walls of the small room, all of which are cats, black, white, and flowers, nesting under the windows, crawling on the beams, flying over the eaves, sleeping, catching mice, pouncing birds, holding cicadas...all preserved In good condition, not burnt.

In the middle of the small room, there is an offering table, on which there are some offerings such as sesame oil dumpling, preserved fruit preserved in honey.Behind the table is a red lacquered shrine, inside which is a statue of a white cat with a round body and a charming demeanor.A blue cloth hangs from the top of the shrine, with the words "Snow Lion Lord".

Huang Yuyang put down the bamboo basket, bowed deeply to the white cat elephant, and then looked at Ah Li.Ah Li understood, learned and behaved, and bowed to the white cat with his hands together.Huang Yuyang stroked Ah Li's head, and said: "Ah Li, this snow lion master is a god among cats, and he has a great favor for us. You must remember it, and you must never forget it."

"Mr. Snow Lion." Ah Li stared blankly at the white cat statue.

"Remember?"

"Well, remember!"

The Yongmen Gate of Lin'an Square is two feet high, and the wet wall bricks reflect the faint firelight.A white shadow jumped down the wall of the workshop, raised its head, and threw out a big red-skinned mouse.The rat was obviously dead, it rolled over the puddle, but the water stains on its skin steamed white and dried up quickly.Xu Da held his head up and shouted: "Although we spared three points of strength, this guy doesn't dare to bite, even this little monster dares to spy on my altar, I'm afraid I haven't heard of our five fierce names!"

Song Wuji was ups and downs at the side, stammering: "Who...who said it wasn't..."

Huohuo General Fire Tong Yao fawned: "That's right! Mr. Xueshi'er only has such a place of incense, how can outsiders watch over him! The servant of Zhenshui was born rebellious, and he took refuge in Empress Fox Fairy, but he didn't see Mr. Xueshier tonight. His majesty, otherwise he will definitely regret it!"

The first half of the fire poker demon's sentence made Xu Da sound unpleasant, but the head of the five evils had only one incense stick, and it was too shameless to say it.But the latter sentence was spoken comfortably. It put down its paw that was about to slap the poker, and walked to the side of the red-skinned mouse. It pretended to be understated and fiddled with the fur with its paw, but was very careful. Seeing that the mouse did not respond, it held the mouse down. Bite and devour.

Biting the fur, the blood splashed out, but it seemed to burst out of lava, and the white cat jumped out of Zhang Xu's height with a jerk.

In the military store under the gate of Yong, five store soldiers guarding the gate were chatting, when they heard a miserable cry from a distance, they looked at each other.

"what sound?"

"cat meow?"

"It's a cat."

Someone hesitated and said, "It sounded like it was hot..."

"There is no doubt that the cat is meowing, and now is the time of spring." The talking shop soldier joked: "Brother Sanshui will come home tomorrow, hurry up and ask the mother-in-law to clean your ears."

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Nie Kongkong is dressed in men's clothes in red, with painted face.The flames in the ghost gate were dimly lit, and only the sound of drums and drums outside could be heard shaking the sky.She held the silver-lacquered paper sword with a red handle, took a deep breath, and stepped out of the gate of hell.

The sky is dazzling and colorful.I saw crowds of people under the stage.From the nobles and princes to the traffickers and pawns, all kinds of beings have their eyes fixed on them, some are looking forward to, some are suspicious, and some are indifferent scrutiny.

These gazes gathered together, like a substance, pressing down like a mountain, she suddenly felt dizzy.He squeezed his palm hard, regained his senses, strode across the red slats, walked to the center of the stage, and threw the colored paintings on the sun-shield board behind him.

Just out of hell, the pressure is only in front of your eyes, and you stand in the middle of the stage, but you are enemies from all directions!Nie Kongkong took a deep breath and cupped his sword in all directions.

Cheng Huishou from the Shuli of the third meeting of the Fish and Dragon Society was dressed in green, with graceful eyes but a majestic expression. She sat on a high place and asked condescendingly, "You come from a strange place, but I haven't heard that you are a big fish this year. Dragon Club, there is still such a show!"

Wow!The sea of ​​people was boiling, and everyone's eyes turned to scrutiny, questioning, and some were curious and puzzled.

The terrain of Liuzhufang is extremely high, Wangque Terrace is at a higher place, and Nie Kongkong overlooks from the center of the stage, Xuandu City is empty for thousands of people.She opened her mouth to explain.On the first stage of the meeting, He Lianhuan suddenly asked severely: "You have ghosts in your heart!"

A questioning sounded like a thunderbolt, Nie Kongkong panicked, and cast his eyes down the stage before he knew it.On the theater seat, there was a man wearing a yellow robe with a nose like a hook. Although he was not tall, he looked like a tall mountain sitting there.As if aware of Nie Kongkong's guilty conscience, this person stared at him like a sword, cutting off the last trace of calm in Nie Kongkong's heart. She took two steps back, clenched the hilt of the sword, and her face turned pale.

With a swish, the multitude of beings and the colorful scenery in front of my eyes all turned into mirages and dispersed.

Nie Kongkong was standing in the Ximoju courtyard holding a sword. The night was bleak, and her back was soaked in cold sweat.

Under the loquat tree, Hong Yao looked at her and shook her head slightly.

Nie Kongkong bit his lower lip, squeezed the hilt of his sword tightly, and said in a low voice, "Come again!"

(End of this chapter)