Chapter 1634 Grandpa Zhuge (4)

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

If it weren't for the string of fiery red dried chili peppers hanging in front of the eaves, adding a touch of fireworks to the world, Yang Zimei would have thought that there were gods in the Jielu Mountains.

"My grandfather lives there."

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

"I really didn't expect it."

Rong He sighed, "It turns out that there is another world here."

"You jump down with me."

Zhuge Mingzhu tore off a long banyan branch from the banyan tree and jumped down with force.

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

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

"Grandpa, let me jump off with you."

Yang Zimei couldn't tell the difference, she directly put one arm around Rong He's waist and the other around Lan Xi's waist, her body was slightly vertical—

The two of them only felt their body light up, and then they were supported by a force, like flying through the clouds, and their feet fell lightly on the ground.

"It's amazing, sister."

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

"Try again when you have time."

Yang Zimei smiled and said.

Seeing Yang Zimei performing this light work, Zhuge Mingzhu was surprised again.

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

However, Grandpa has been practicing for hundreds of years.

And Yang Zimei is just a little girl, and she actually has this kind of cultivation, which is really impressive.

He brought Yang Zimei and the three to the hut.

The wooden door of the thatched 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 come."

From the thatched hut, there was a full-bodied, urn-like voice.

This made Yang Zimei very stunned.

In her mind, she has lived a 153-year-old person, and she must be as immortal as Master, who speaks with restraint.

What's more, it is the old man of Zhuge family.

Unexpectedly, this voice sounded like a rude man who kills pigs and buys vegetables in the market.

Yang Zimei was even more surprised when she pushed the door and saw the old man's 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 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 a jug in one hand with the spout stuck in his mouth, drinking gruntingly, holding a chili pepper in one hand, and then took a sip with the wine.

His beard is black, his face is black and bright, his eyes are piercing, and he looks like he is in his fifties at most.

Could it be Zhuge Mingzhu's 153-year-old grandfather who looks like a peasant with such a vulgar appearance?

"grandfather--"

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

Although there has been speculation, the appearance and temperament of this Grandpa Zhuge is so different from what she imagined, and she can't accept this fact.

Of course, what was even more strange to her was why he lived to be 153 years old, and it seemed that his vitality was still very strong?

She also tried to open her eyes to observe him.

Likewise, on him, no information can be seen.

All information is considered to be hidden.

"You brat, instead of bringing me meat today, you bring strangers instead. What do you mean?"

Grandpa Zhuge scolded Zhuge Mingzhu.

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