Among the flowers and plants, there is a small thatched house that has almost disappeared from this era.
If it weren't for the strings of red dried chili peppers hanging in front of the eaves, adding a bit of the smell of human fireworks, Yang Zimei would have thought there were gods in Jielu Mountain.
"My grandfather lives there."
Zhuge Mingzhu pointed to the thatched hut and said, "He hasn't been out for many years."
"I really didn't expect that."
Rong He sighed, "It turns out there is another world here."
"You follow me and jump down."
Zhuge Mingzhu pulled a long banyan branch from the banyan tree and jumped down using the force.
"Niuniu, Lanxi, do you dare to jump?"
Rong He looked down at Yang Zimei and Rong Lanxi and asked.
"Grandpa, let me take you to jump down."
Yang Zimei didn't want to say anything, he directly put one arm around Rong He's waist and the other around Lan Xi's waist, and swayed slightly——
The two of them felt their bodies lighten, and then they were supported by a force, like flying through the clouds, and their feet landed lightly on the ground.
"It's amazing, sister."
Rong Lanxi said excitedly, "Can we do it again?"
"Let's try again when we have time."
Yang Zimei smiled and said.
Seeing Yang Zimei perform this light skill, Zhuge Mingzhu was surprised again.
He had only seen his grandfather do this kind of light skill.
However, grandpa has been practicing for hundreds of years.
And Yang Zimei is just a little girl, but she actually has such cultivation, which is really impressive.
He took Yang Zimei and three others to the hut.
The wooden door of the hut was ajar, and Zhuge Mingzhu called softly, "Grandpa, are you there? Mingzhu is here!"
"I'm not dead yet. I'll open the door myself when I get here."
From inside the hut came a voice that was full of energy and made a loud sound.
This made Yang Zimei very shocked.
In her mind, a person who has lived for 153 years must be as celestial and virtuous as his master, and speak with restraint.
What's more, he is still an old man of the Zhuge family.
Unexpectedly, the voice sounded like a rough guy killing pigs and buying vegetables in the market.
When he opened the door and saw the old man's true face, Yang Zimei was even more surprised.
I saw a bearded man sitting in front of the table in the room.
His sitting posture was really inelegant, with one foot on the ground and one foot upright on a stool. On the table in front of him, there were a plate of red peppers, a plate of peanuts, a plate of braised pork, and a pot.
liquor.
And he was holding a wine pot in one hand, with the spout in his mouth, drinking wine gurglingly, holding a chili in the other hand, and then mixed the wine and took a sip.
He has black hair and beard, a dark face, and piercing eyes. He looks to be in his fifties at most.
Could such a rough-looking, peasant-looking person be Zhuge Mingzhu’s 153-year-old grandfather?
"grandfather--"
Zhuge Mingzhu stepped forward and shouted respectfully, confirming Yang Zimei's guess.
Although she had already speculated about it, the appearance and temperament of Grandpa Zhuge were so different from what she had imagined that she couldn't even accept this fact.
Of course, what she is even more curious about is why he still seems to have strong vitality after living for 153 years?
She also tried to open her eyes to observe him.
Likewise, no information can be seen on him.
All information is considered to be hidden.
"You kid, you didn't bring me meat today, but you brought a stranger here. What do you mean?"