After I was reborn, I divorced my husband

Chapter 467 Little girl, we meet again
Feng Biluo seldom comes to the mortal world, and many things are strange to him.

He was in a bad mood these days, so he bought something to please him.

Yanmo also accepted the painting, and promised that she would not return it.

If Feng Biluo knew the news, he would definitely be happy in his heart.

Feng Biluo's tears are very valuable.

She used a tear to pawn 100 taels of silver.

100 taels of silver, this may buy a lot of things.

She was thinking about what to buy, when she went out, she accidentally caught a glimpse of a familiar figure.

Isn't this the old man who played lantern riddles on Mid-Autumn Festival night?

The old man turned his back on her.

But it was as if there were a pair of eyes growing behind him. As soon as Mu Lingyue's eyes fell on him, he slowly turned his head, those small but very energetic eyes fixedly looked at 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 malice towards her.

"Little girl, we meet again."

The old man obviously still remembered her, greeted her with a smile, stood up again and walked towards her.

Mu Lingyue gained 500 years of skill for nothing, and learned a lot of mysterious methods. Speaking of which, this old man is kind to her.

She nodded slightly, and said politely, "I didn't expect the old man to remember me."

The old man smiled and said meaningfully, "The little girl is so beautiful and smart, how could the old man forget, I think you are in better spirits than before, little girl, it seems that you put the poem in the book The poems read very clearly."

He obviously meant something, Mu Lingyue bent her lips, "Although I don't know what the old man's intentions are, but... I still want to thank you, those prizes are really... too precious. "

The old man narrowed his eyes and laughed.

His eyes were originally small, but when he squinted like this, they almost became a slit, just like when he fell asleep, and he couldn't even see the eyeballs.

"The old man's things are always given to those who are destined. The old man and the girl met again, which shows that we are destined. Since it is destined, the old man will give the little girl another thing."

He took out a booklet from his shirt, which was the same as the blue poetry book last time, except that it was much thicker.

Mu Lingyue's heartbeat suddenly accelerated, "This is?"

She had guessed it in her heart.

The old man smiled, with a very mysterious smile, handed the blue booklet in front of her, stroked his beard and said, "I think with the girl's comprehension, the things on it are not difficult for you, the old man hopes to read it next time." When you are a girl, you can learn everything in this booklet."

He raised his hand, and in the next second, there was an extra booklet in Mu Lingyue's hand.

She looked down, and this booklet was at least one thicker than the blue booklet last time.

Who is this old man?
If it can be said that the previous time was his unintentional act, this time, she can be sure that from the very beginning, the old man was going to give those things to her.

Even the voice of the man next to his ear, maybe he was secretly reminding himself.

She has nothing to do 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, without the figure of the old man.

She looked into the crowd for a while, how could she tell who was who among the densely packed crowd.

(End of this chapter)