Reborn genius girl fortune teller

Chapter 1618 Grandpa Zhuge (4)

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Among the flowers and plants, there is a small hut that has almost disappeared in this era.

If it wasn't for the strings of fiery red dried chili peppers hanging in front of the eaves, which added a bit of human fireworks, Yang Zimei would have thought that there were gods living in Jielu Mountain.

"My grandfather lived there."

Zhuge Mingzhu pointed to the hut and said, "He hasn't been out for many years."

"I really didn't expect it."

Rong He sighed, "So there is another world here."

"You jump off after me."

Zhuge Mingzhu tore a long banyan branch from the banyan tree, and jumped off with strength.

"Niuniu, Lanxi, do you dare to dance?"

Rong He looked down, looked at Yang Zimei and Rong Lanxi and asked.

"Grandpa, let me take you to jump down."

Yang Zimei couldn't make any distinctions, she put one arm around Rong He's waist and the other around Lan Xi's waist, her body tilted slightly——

The two of them only felt their bodies lighten, and then they were supported by a force, like flying through the clouds, and their feet fell to the ground lightly.

"It's amazing, sister."

Rong Lanxi said excitedly, "Can we do it again?"

"Try again when you have time."

Yang Zimei smiled and said.

Seeing Yang Zimei perform this lightness kung fu, Zhuge Mingzhu was surprised again.

This kind of light work, he only saw his grandfather stretch it.

However, Grandpa has cultivated for hundreds of years.

But Yang Zimei is just a little girl, and she has such a cultivation level, which is really impressive.

He brought Yang Zimei and the others to the hut.

The wooden door of the hut was ajar, Zhuge Mingzhu called softly, "Grandpa, are you there? Mingzhu is here!"

"I'm not dead yet, I'll open the door myself when I come."

From inside the thatched hut came a voice full of air and a husky voice.

This surprised Yang Zimei.

In her mind, a person who has lived to be 153 years old must be as immortal as the master, with a refined speech.

What's more, he is still an old man of the Zhuge family.

Unexpectedly, the voice sounded like a rough guy who kills pigs and buys vegetables in the market.

Yang Zimei was even more surprised when he opened the door and saw the old man's real face again.

I saw a man with a beard sitting in front of the table in the room.

His sitting posture is really indecent, with one foot on the ground and the other upright on the stool. On the table in front of him, there are a plate of red peppers, a plate of peanuts, a plate of braised pork, and a pot liquor.

And he was holding on to the jug with one hand, the spout was stuffed in his mouth, and he was gurgling drinking, holding a chili pepper in the other hand, and then took a sip of the wine.

His hair and beard are black, his face is dark and bright, his eyes are piercing, and he looks like he is in his 50s at most.

Could such a vulgar, peasant-looking person be Zhuge Mingzhu's 153-year-old grandfather?

"grandfather--"

Zhuge Mingzhu stepped forward and called out respectfully, confirming Yang Zimei's guess.

Although she had guessed for a long time, the appearance and temperament of Grandpa Zhuge was so different from what she had imagined, and she couldn't accept this fact.

Of course, what made her even more curious was, why did he seem to have a strong vitality after living 153 years old?

She also tried to open her eyes to observe him.

Similarly, no information can be seen on him.

All information is considered to be hidden.

"You boy, instead of bringing me meat today, you brought a stranger here. What do you mean?"

Grandpa Zhuge scolded Zhuge Mingzhu.

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(End of this chapter)