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() "Little sister," Liang Yong was overjoyed, and greeted the little girl with a side spin on his motorcycle. This little girl is so cute with red face and white lips.

It's a pity that people didn't react at all and didn't continue to bow their heads to water the flowers. They didn't mean to take care of the beams at all.

"Little sister, I asked you something, is your master there?" Liang frowned, this girl is not polite, why didn't the adult respond to your question at all, did she become stupid in Tiandao,

Get off the motorcycle, walk up to the little girl, reach out and shake her hand in front of her to greet her again,

Only then did the little girl see someone, she raised her head to look at Liang Yong, a nervous look flashed in her eyes, she hugged the water bottle to her chest and looked at Liang Yong, but she still didn't speak.

"Where's your master?" Liang Yong asked again,

The little girl looked blank, turned around and was about to walk away.

Uh, it's so rude, I asked you three words and even wanted to leave without saying a word, Liang Yong was a little annoyed, he reached out and grabbed the little girl's arm and said, "Don't go, I'll ask you something,"

The little girl struggled a bit, but obviously she was not strong enough to break free from Liang Yong's hand. She stared at Liang Yong, her eyes became indifferent, and her anger was rising.

"You are talking, aunt nainai, I call you aunt nainai," Liang Yong was completely defeated by her. He had never seen such a cold little girl before, and it was difficult to communicate.

"..."

"You can't hear, you're dumb," Liang Yong raised his hand on her ear, and then pinched her lips again. The little girl turned her head to dodge, the anger in her eyes was even worse, but she just didn't speak, and ignored Liang Yong's words. ignore

This made Liang Yong even more convinced that she was dumb, deaf and dumb. No wonder she was so indifferent and had a weird temper. After searching in his mind for a while, he found some basic gestures of sign language. But she was still playing the piano to the cow. The little girl looked at Liang Yong's performance without any expression on her face. It seemed that she had never learned sign language, so it was not surprising. Maybe she lived here since she was a child, and she was deaf and dumb. It doesn't matter anymore, and there is no need to learn sign language to communicate with others.

Liang Yong was completely speechless, and had no choice but to pinch her chubby face lightly. It was not a punishment but an expression of helpless intimacy. The little girl stretched out her hand in disgust, and she broke away from Liang Yong holding the kettle and left.

Liang Yong had no choice but to follow her aimlessly. He had already searched around and finally met a person. Although he was deaf and dumb, he was always a person after all, and following her would always yield something.

The little girl was very annoyed by Liang Yong's following, her face was full of disgust, but she couldn't stop Liang Yong, so she could only let him follow,

She continued to water with the pot, and after pouring the water, she sent the pot to the small house next to her, took out the weeding hoe from it, and was busy with her own work.

Liang Yong followed her around for half an hour, but didn't respond to her questions, and didn't see any useful information from her, so he could only give up, shook his head and walked towards the row of rooms.

This row of wing rooms is obviously the owner's residence, the most private place, exquisite workmanship, all made of wood and bamboo, Liang Yong took out his mobile phone to take several sets of shots in succession, and prepared to take them back for Sophie to see Look, it must be inspiring to her, maybe she can design better works from it,

The door of the wing room is ajar, and Liang Yong can open it with a push. The door is a living room, with bedrooms and study rooms on both sides. The area is not very large, but the design is very clever, the lighting is very good, and the charcoal stove on the table beside the window is cooking. Holding a pot of water, the water has been bubbling and rising, and there is a beautiful purple sand tea set next to it, and there are pearls in the small pot, and there is a faint fragrance before the lid is opened. Shocked, it really is good tea. Compared with this, the West Lake Longjing and Dahongpao I often drink are as rough as weeds.

The tea has just boiled, the host must have just walked away for a while, maybe he will come back soon, Liang Yong did not dare to be careless, and greeted again: "Senior, Liang Yong is visiting,"

Still shouting into the air, there was no response for a long time,

What does this mean, even if you go to the latrine to take a bath, you should come out. If you don’t come out, the tea will be boiled dry. Liang Yong walked to the door and looked inside, but he could see the bedroom clearly at a glance. There are not many furniture in it, except for the bed. Outside the cabinet, the most conspicuous thing is the dressing table in front of the window. It seems that the owner is a woman, so it is not surprising that there is a little girl as a servant.

But about people, Liang Yong went to the study to check again, but there was still no one. At this time, the water in the kettle was about to boil dry. Put a pot of water in the water tank and put it on the stove to boil,

The owner is not there, but Liang Yong does not want to leave immediately. At this time, the tea set is ready-made, and the water used to make tea is rootless water. With such a top-notch tea set and tea leaves, Liang Yong also wants to make a pot of good tea. Sipping tea while waiting for the owner to come back,

While waiting for the water to boil, Liang Yong wandered around the study room, no longer just looking at people, but carefully admiring the books in the study room, unexpectedly there were few peerless secret books on kung fu cultivation, all of which were handed down in the secular world Liang Yong glanced at the story books and classics, and they turned out to be some stories that were widely circulated among the Chinese people. Seeing that this Sanxian was born in the Chinese nation, it’s just that the stories recorded in these books were different from what Liang Yong had heard. many gaps,

Liang Yong can understand this point. The immortals who can come here are all people from a long time ago. The classics and stories she passed down at that time have been passed down from generation to generation. Naturally, many modifications have been made later. It is normal that there is a gap with the original story.

Following Liang Yong, he discovered that these books are all thread-bound in the same style, and they are all handwritten word by word. All the books are the same. In the end, it seems that it is written by one person at a time.

There are four tall bookshelves in this study. There are thousands of books on them, all collected by one person. How long will it take, how much patience, and how profound knowledge will be required,

Looking at all this, Liang Yong couldn't help sighing. Suddenly, his heart moved. It couldn't be recorded by the owner himself. No, when they come to Tiandao space, not only their bodies need to be re-cultivated, but all daily facilities must be prepared by themselves. It is impossible to bring in books from the outside world.

From this, Liang Yong has another layer of emotion. To be able to build such a huge fairy mansion and record so many books by hand is not just perseverance, but more time. Lonely, just because the long years are too lonely, they will build a huge fairy mansion, do some seemingly impossible chores that consume time and energy,

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