Airborne hot search!After retiring from the circle, she became a Xuanmen boss

Chapter 177 The Old Man About Eighty Years Old

Because of Fu Yaoyao's interaction, the live broadcast room was twice as lively!
Feng Yang looked with envy in his heart, but he was not aggrieved.

Who is Fu Yaoyao?

Who is he?

But a soldier who doesn't want to be a general is not a good soldier, so Feng Yang still hopes that he can also become a millionaire anchor.

Feng Yang fixed the live broadcast equipment, and the camera only pointed in the direction of Fu Yaoyao.

Knowing that everyone didn't want to look at him, he stood directly to the side without blocking everyone's sight.
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Linjiang City, Qinghe County.

In an ordinary tall courtyard, an old man about eighty years old was lying on an old pear wood rocking chair.

He is flashing cattail fan, eyes closed, humming a song from his youth, very comfortable.

Above the head is a decades-old tree, its branches and leaves swaying gently, as if it fits the scenery.

However, on the stone table on one side, sat a little boy about ten years old.

Holding an old yellowed book in his hand, there are some crooked characters on it, some of which can be recognized, and some of which are completely unrecognizable.

The little boy sometimes frowned, sometimes stretched, as if he was troubled by something.

Suddenly, he said,
"Grandpa, is the talisman paper mentioned here real? If there is such a magical technique, what else does the hospital need to do? The teacher said these things are all lies, and those who say these things are all liars."

The old man, who was about eighty years old, immediately stood up from the rocking chair and looked at his little grandson pretending to be angry.

"Did grandpa tell you not to tell outsiders these things? Why didn't you listen?"

The little boy pouted, and seemed to be a little dissatisfied muttering,

"It's you who have been talking to me about Taoism, Xuanmen, and talisman papers with the same means as gods all day long. You also said that these are true. You are quite old, why are you still lying to children?"

Listening to his grandson's complaint, the old man didn't know how to refute for a while.

"You also said that the talisman paper handed down by our family can save people! Why can't my aunt be saved from terminal illness? Grandpa, let's stop kidding ourselves? It's okay that you like to draw talismans on weekdays, everyone has their own hobbies , we respect your hobbies, but you insist that these talisman papers have the ability to fly into the sky and escape from the earth, why haven't you used them?"

After being told by his grandson, the old man seemed to calm down a little bit from being angry.

It's not like he didn't draw talisman papers that could be used when he was young, but with the changes in his aura, there's nothing he can do now!
Drawing a piece of talisman paper will cost at least several million!

There is no guarantee of success, how can anyone afford to paint?
Sun Tzu is right to question this, he should let go of those old things.

"Grandpa! There is a live broadcast of the talisman here!"

A girl about seventeen or eighteen years old ran out of the room, and ran towards grandpa excitedly.

She is the little boy's older sister.

She is also the granddaughter of the old man.

She knew exactly what happened to her grandfather, so she never believed it.

But she is older and a little more sensible, knowing that these things may be the spiritual sustenance of grandpa.

So when she saw someone draw a talisman in Feng Yang's live broadcast room, she immediately thought of her grandfather.

Grandpa should like to watch it, right?
The girl took the mobile phone and put it in front of Grandpa, but she didn't notice that Grandpa looked a little disappointed.

In fact, he no longer believed that someone could draw a real talisman now.

But seeing his granddaughter's kindness, he still looked at the phone screen.

On the screen was a young girl, probably only in her twenties.

The place she was in was very simple, but it looked like an old wooden room like before.

On the table in front of her were several sheets of yellow paper.

There is cinnabar on the side, and there is a brush made of unknown hair.

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