I Have a Lot of Resurrection Coins

Xiao Li, have you met any strange people in the past two days?

Looking at his granddaughter, the ancestor of the Kongling Sect asked.

And when her grandfather asked the question, the girl was also slightly taken aback, and his figure could not help appearing in her mind.

Although the girl was pure in heart, Mo Li also knew who Grandpa was referring to.

And Mr. Jiang is a flower picker. Even if he said that Mr. Jiang didn't do anything to him, grandpa would not believe it.

So I can only deny it, and I must not tell this matter, otherwise it will bring a lot of trouble to Mr. Jiang.

No grandpa, Moli is alone these days.

That's it.

Regarding his granddaughter's words, the old man also breathed a sigh of relief.

Is there anything strange? For example, is there something missing?

object

Just mentioning it, the girl recalled the apron she had lost.

Afterwards, the girl naturally didn't believe that the squirrel took it away...it must be on him...

In an instant, if he hadn't quickly used his spiritual power to suppress his quickening blood, blush would have climbed onto the girl's cheeks.

No, why did grandpa ask that? Is it because of the flower picker that grandpa told Mo Li to be careful last time?

Well, it is indeed the reason. There are some rumors at the foot of the mountain, the flower picker

Rumor? What rumor?

It's nothing, it doesn't matter, Li Li doesn't need to worry about this, it's just a disgusting trick of some youngsters. The ancestor of the Kongling Sect waved his hand, Since Li Li is fine, Grandpa can rest assured.

By the way, does Lili care about those literati in the literary society?

The ancestor of the Kongling Sect asked some topics, but in fact he was still a little worried.

What should I do if I am worried that my granddaughter will really be abducted by those monks who play piano, chess, calligraphy and painting?

It's not that I look down on those monks who play piano, chess, calligraphy and painting, it's just that most of those monks don't have the skills, and they are really good at chasing girls, and girls still like these romantic men.

I have a deep understanding of how I cheated many girls when I was wearing white clothes and wearing a shawl.

In fact, to be honest, the master of the Kongling sect actually hoped that his eldest disciple of the Kongling sect would marry Mo Li.

My big disciple entered the cave at eighteen, entered the dragon gate at nineteen, and entered the golden core at sixty. He has already entered Yuanying in less than two hundred. Although he has been stuck for hundreds of years, he still entered jade at only four hundred territory,

And his big disciple also has deep feelings for Lili.

It's a pity that Li Li has no feelings for his first disciple.

Of course, feelings can be cultivated, but I'm afraid that before they are cultivated, Lili will run away with other people.

The girl shook her head: Those guests are really good at composing poems, and they are really proficient in piano, chess, calligraphy and painting, but Mo Li doesn't have much feeling for it.

The old man was overjoyed when he heard it: Actually, grandpa also thinks that those literati know how to show off 'coquettish', which is not useful, but your elder brother is the real one.

Listening to what grandpa said, the girl naturally knew what it meant, but she remained silent and shook her head with a smile.

Oh that's all, I can't force it. The old man shook his head regretfully.

At least it will take a long time, since Lili has the idea of ​​choosing a son-in-law, then don't worry too much.

Okay, it's getting late, grandpa is leaving too, Lili, grandpa may only come to see you next year, you have to take good care of yourself.

Looking at his granddaughter, the old man was very reluctant.

Ordinary people's cultivation of immortality means that the more they cultivate, the more heartless they become.

This kind of unfeeling can't just be regarded as a kind of cold-blooded, but a disillusionment with the world of mortals.

After all, when a person lives to tens of thousands of years old, for the blood of the mortals in the world, it is nothing more than a drop in the ocean in his journey of cultivating immortals.

But for the elderly, it does not seem to be the case.

It seems that the longer this fairyland old man lives, the more he values ​​his blood.

Not only because the Kongling sect needs the continuation of the blood, but also a kind of family affection.

If the ancestors of other sects had such granddaughters who could leave at any time, they probably would have arranged the marriage long ago, whether the girl wanted it or not.

And this ancestor still wants to follow his granddaughter's temperament, which is undoubtedly rare.

Grandpa should take care of himself too.

For her grandfather, girls naturally valued her.

Don't worry, your grandfather and I are in a fairyland. He patted his granddaughter's head, Grandpa will prepare the herbs you want, but the dragon's slough is a little troublesome, but it's a trivial matter.

Trouble Grandpa.

Hahaha, is there any granddaughter in the world who doesn't bother grandpa? Is there any grandpa who doesn't want to be troubled by his lovely granddaughter? Alright, let's go.

The old man stroked his beard and smiled, and finally took a look at his ill-fated granddaughter, and slowly flew away from this small world.

The girl breathed a sigh of relief when her grandfather left.

I don't know if grandpa has seen my thoughts.

Recalling the conversation she had with her grandfather before, the girl shook her head and whispered to herself.

There shouldn't be anything about Young Master Jiang that should have not been exposed.

The girl turned around to go back to the room, but the moment the girl turned her head, unconsciously, the girl saw the backgammon that was still on the stone table and had not been put away.

Her thoughts seemed out of control, and the scenes from yesterday resurfaced in the girl's mind.

The girl subconsciously held the wrist of her left hand with her right hand, as if the touch of the thick palm was still on her own pulse.

The most difficult thing to keep in the world is Zhu Yan's Ci Jing Hua Ci Shu

Lowering her eyes, the girl read slowly, the dark colored glazed eyes contained a complicated look that a girl had never had before.

Can we still meet?

The girl asked herself softly.

Soon, the girl shook her head and answered softly.

How could we meet again? Why should we meet again?

To get rid of her complicated thoughts, the girl Qian patted her face, which was finally getting a little complex, and breathed out a breath of fragrance, picked up the chessboard, and was about to walk into the room.

But when the girl stepped onto the main building, a voice came from the courtyard:

Is it impossible to meet again? Is there no need to meet again?

The girl was startled, and her spiritual power was running.

Even though the girl was weak, the moment she turned around, the chess piece in her hand was thrown out.

Like a string of stars.

The black and white chess pieces are suspended in the air, their spiritual power is connected, and a formation has been arranged at hand.

Who are you!

Looking at the ginseng in the yard, Mo Li raised his mind. In his left hand, he was already holding the portrait given by his grandfather. With just one thought, the portrait would be destroyed, and a wisp of his soul would come out!

Please don't be nervous, Miss Mo Li.

That ginseng bowed like a woman, and it was like a premature death

I'm here to help Miss Moli realize her wish.