The ugly girl wants to be promoted to immortal

Chapter 81 The Savior
Konjac didn't seem to hear it, and continued to walk in front of Nangong Jin, but heard Leng Yun snort, then turned and left, followed by Xici and others.

"Little taro, why are you here? And...and appeared on the tree." Although Nangong Jin was not sure what happened to Leng Yun and Konjac on the tree, she was still very unhappy in her heart.

"This... well, it's a long story, let's get out of here first." Konjac squeaked, a little embarrassed.

"En." Nangong Jin replied.

"This is the little taro girl you mentioned?" Nangong Qinghe saw the devotion of the two, coughed lightly, and interrupted their conversation.

"Yes, father." Nangong Jin replied respectfully, and formally introduced the two of them.

"Hello, Nangong Zhuangzhu, my name is Xiaoyu." Konjac looked at Nangong Qinghe very frankly, his eyes could not see any waves, calm as water.

"I heard that Miss Xiaoyu's master is a doctor, so I don't know how medical skills are?" Nangong Qinghe nodded slightly, speaking with extraordinary grace.

Konyu was very surprised why Nangong Qinghe suddenly mentioned his master, but he still respectfully said: "My master does know some medical skills, but I don't know how good the medical skills are."

Nangong Qinghe didn't have any special expression on Konjac's answer, he still smiled faintly: "Then dare to ask the name of Miss Xiaoyu's master?"

Konjac pursed his lips in embarrassment and smiled: "My master is a bit mysterious. He never mentioned his name to us." Then he changed the subject: "But the master made a riddle for us, and said that we will know if we can guess it." Who is he? That sentence is: The night is dark and there is no moon, and the water and the sky are a line.

"The night is dark and there is no moon, the water and the sky are lined up." Nangong Qinghe murmured to himself.

Nangong Jin also secretly pondered the meaning of this sentence in her heart, but finally shook her head.

"Let's go, please little taro girl to take me to meet your master."

Nangong Qinghe thought about it for a while, but he didn't come up with any clues. Maybe there will be rewards from this trip, so he decided to visit in person, because Nangong Jin told him that Konjac's master was a fortune teller, and Nangong Qinghe was very interested in " The word "fortune-telling" is very sensitive, so sooner or later you have to take this trip.

Although Konjac didn't know what Nangong Qinghe was looking for his master to do, he must have gone to see a doctor, so he led the way without asking the reason.

After the three of Konjac left, the rest of the people also dispersed one after another. When the place returned to calm again, they saw a figure looming behind a big tree.

At the front of the house, Konjac stretched out his hand to push the door open, and then walked in with Nangong Qinghe and Nangong Jin, but Nangong Qinghe and Nangong Jin just waited in the courtyard, especially the flowers and plants in the garden made Nangong Qinghe's eyes dizzy. changed color.

"Master, are you there? Someone wants to visit you." Konjac opened the door, but saw that the living room was empty, and walked towards the back room.

"Huh? Where did Master go? Maybe he went out to tell his fortune."

Konjac looked around suspiciously, but found no one, then walked back to the courtyard again: "Master Nangong, Master is not here."

"Oh." Nangong Qinghe responded lightly, and then said politely to Konjac: "Since the master is not here, I will take my leave first and come to visit another day."

"Huh?" The fortune teller hadn't stepped into the gate, but when he heard someone saying that he wanted to visit him, he shouted in surprise: "Who wants to visit me?"

Nangong Qinghe turned around and looked, but saw an old man with gray hair who had been evaporated by the years appeared in front of him. Although the person in front of him gave him a vision of vicissitudes of life, he couldn't tell his age, and he didn't even feel old. .

"Mister is you?" Nangong Qinghe sized up the fortune teller carefully, and he was surprised and delighted by the increasingly familiar face.

"Oh? Have you seen me?" The fortune teller just glanced at Nangong Qinghe indifferently, and then walked into his small medicine garden.

"Sir, don't you remember? You appeared in Qianluo City three years ago. I was poisoned. You saved my life." The benefactor looked very excited.

(End of this chapter)