MTL - Supernatural Rebirth Genius Girl Diviner

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The next day, when Yang Zimei heard that grandma and mother got up, they also got up and prepared to go up the mountain to find the headmaster.

Rural children in the 1990s were very independent. As long as they could eat, they would not care about the scope of their activities, because adults themselves are too busy.

At the foot of the mountain, it was still early, less than six o'clock, and she did not see the figure of the Taoist, so she went up the mountain alone.

The mountain road is silent, the mist is entangled, the shadow is full, the cold and cold, the insects cry, and from time to time, weird and terrifying sounds are heard.

If it's an ordinary five-year-old girl, don't be scared to death.

However, Yang Zimei is not afraid. She has been a human being for two generations, and has been displaced in the previous life. She has experienced a lot. Now she is not afraid of anything except the hands that cannot change her destiny.

It's just that her legs are too short and too small, and her physical fitness is not enough. Climbing this mountain road is really difficult.

About halfway up the mountain, I saw Lao Daochang's cyan figure standing in front of him, holding a duster, and looking at her with his glazed eyes, who seemed to be humans.

"Master ... father ... early ... on ... well ... well ... I ... come on ..."

She was so tired that she couldn't breathe, but still bent respectfully to the road and said hello.

The old man had a slight movement.

Just now, he originally wanted to go down to pick her up, but saw her little figure appeared at the foot of the mountain early, and started to go up the mountain, so he stood still, watching her step on her calf, even with her hands and feet. The ground climbed up, rejoicing.

He was fortunate to have received such a disciple with a strong will in his later years.

"Why don't you wait for Master to come down to pick you up? Are you not afraid?" Lao Dao bent over and pulled her over to ask, but saw that the place where she was hit by the mud Buddha jade bottle yesterday turned into a drop of cinnabar, and then she was surprised.

Yang Zimei shook her head. "Not afraid. I just want to learn a little faster."

She looked at the old Taoist with anticipation, and suddenly found that on his head, a line gradually appeared from vague to clear: Li Yuqing, formerly known as Li Junjie, was born in 1880, participated in the 1911 Revolution, 1919 Participated in the May 4th Movement, participated in the Anti-Japanese War in 1937, and began to learn in 1945 ...

Born in 1880?

Doesn't that mean Master Tao is 112 years old? Looking at his appearance, he was much younger than his 60-year-old grandfather, and his face had no wrinkles at all, except that his hair and beard were all white.

Moreover, looking at his spirit and spirit, he did not see any sign of decline, was he cultivated by learning the Tao?

Thinking of this, she was even more determined to learn from him.

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Watching her stare above her head, the head of Yuqing Dao was a little strange and asked, "Niuniu, what are you looking at?"

"Master, how old are you?"

"I'm 112 years old, do you believe it?"

Sure enough, it was 112 years old. It seems that what he is looking at is true.

Why can I see this myself? Although she didn't see much, she was really weird, and after each look, she was slightly dizzy.

"Master, you look younger than my grandpa. There are no wrinkles. Is it a spiritual practice? Will it live like an immortal like my grandmother said?" Yang Zimei raised his face innocently. Asked the innocent face.

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