Feng Biluo rarely comes to the mortal world, and many things are rare to him.book
He was in a bad mood these days, so I bought some things to cheer him up.
The painting was also accepted by Yanmo, and he promised that she would not return it again.
If Feng Biluo knew the news, he would definitely be happy.
Feng Biluo's tears are very valuable.[
She exchanged one hundred taels of silver with one tear.
One hundred taels of silver can probably buy a lot of things.
She was thinking about what to buy, and when she was going out, she accidentally caught a glimpse of a familiar figure.
Isn't this the old man who put up lantern riddles on the Mid-Autumn Festival night?
The old man turned his back to her.
But it was as if there were a pair of eyes behind him. As soon as Mu Lingyue's eyes fell on him, he slowly turned his head, and those small but lively eyes were fixed on her.
The first thought in Mu Lingyue's mind was that it was definitely not a coincidence that she met this old man.
But she could also feel that the old man had no ill intentions towards her.
"Little girl, we meet again."
The old man obviously still remembered her, he greeted her with a smile, stood up and walked towards her.
Mu Lingyue gained five hundred years of skill in vain and learned many mysterious techniques. Speaking of which, the old man was still kind to her.
She nodded slightly and said politely, "I didn't expect that the old man would still remember me."
The old man smiled and said meaningfully, "The little girl is so beautiful and very smart. How could I forget? I think you are in much better spirits than before. It seems that you will write your poems in the book."
The poems are very clear to read.”
He obviously meant something, and Mu Lingyue curled her lips, "Although I don't know what the old man's intention is, but... I still want to say thank you. Those prizes are really... too valuable.
"
The old man narrowed his eyes and laughed.
His eyes were not big to begin with, but when he squinted like this, they almost became slits, just like when he was asleep, and even his eyeballs couldn't be seen.
"My things are always given to people who are destined to be together. Now that I and the girl have met again, it shows that we are destined to be together. Since we are destined to be together, I will give the little girl something else."
He took out a book from his clothes. It was the same as the blue poetry book last time, but it was much thicker.
Mu Lingyue's heartbeat suddenly accelerated, "Is this?" [
She had already guessed it in her mind.
The old man smiled with a mysterious smile. He handed the blue booklet to her, stroked his beard and said, "I think with the girl's understanding, the things in this are not difficult for you. I hope to read it next time."
By the time you become a girl, you will have learned everything in this booklet."
He raised his hand, and the next second, Mu Lingyue had a booklet in his hand.
She lowered her head and looked at it. This booklet was at least one thicker than the last blue booklet.
Who is this old man?
If the previous time could be said to be an unintentional move on his part, this time, she could be sure that the old man was planning to give those things to her from the very beginning.
Even the man's voice in his ear might be him secretly reminding himself.
She is not in love with him.
How could he help her practice again and again?
She raised her head and was about to ask, but her eyes were empty and the old man was gone.
She looked into the crowd for a while, and she couldn't tell who was who in the dense crowd.