Lord, you are missing me in your life

Chapter 12 The Master of the Tomb
After finishing the last book and putting it back on the bookshelf, Shui Qianzhu stretched her waist in satisfaction, turned around and said with a smile: "It's time to find the exit, Uncle Yang and the others may be anxiously waiting."

Infected by Shui Qianzhu's smile, Yun Chenjue felt a little lighter.

Suddenly, when the two of them turned to leave at the same time, a burst of bright light burst out behind them.

The two turned their heads at the same time, only to find that the ordinary broken bookshelf was emitting a silver glow, and there was a faint golden light circulating in it.

Shui Qianzhu frowned, and used the ability to activate it habitually, but was immediately blocked back, and the figure staggered back a few steps.

Yun Chenjue immediately caught her body with his hands, and supported Shui Qianzhu's slender waist with his strong palms, and then stabilized her figure.

Just when the two of them were vigilant at the same time, a vicissitudes of life sounded suddenly, as if it was echoing in their ears, but it seemed to be so illusory across time and space.

"Hehe, it's been a long time since I've seen anyone come in, and they're still two fledgling babies."

There was a faint sigh hidden in this voice, as if the arrival of Shui Qianzhu and the others made him very pleased?

"Senior." Shui Qianzhu didn't know whether the other party was an enemy or a friend, so he tried to speak: "We have no intention of intruding into your territory, we are going out now, sorry for the inconvenience."

The voice in the dark sneered: "After reading the books in my collection, I want to leave so lightly? Sigh, the young people nowadays really don't know how to show gratitude and respect the old and love the young."

Shui Qianzhu felt embarrassed, he is the co-author of this book.

wait!Shui Qianzhu's expression changed immediately after realizing it, and he hurriedly asked: "Senior, could it be that you are the master of this shogunate?"

It is mentioned in these books that the owner of the tomb mansion himself sat down in this simple cave, and the books are also the autobiographical travel notes left by the owner of the tomb mansion. This person claims to be his book, so that is the owner of the tomb mansion. !
The voice in the dark was silent for a while before continuing: "That's right, this deity is the owner of this tomb, little girl, since the deity sat down until now, no one has been able to come to this tomb. How did you do it?"

At that time, he was sleeping, but he suddenly discovered that someone had broken his restraint, and had even successfully entered the tunnel. He secretly observed that this little girl had some miraculous methods, so he manipulated and brought her here.

Shui Qianzhu knew that the owner of the tomb must have become interested in her abilities, so she said generously, "Your junior is not talented, but he is a fortune-teller."

"Are you a fortune teller?" The owner of the tomb looked very excited, and even changed his tone of voice just now, and then fell silent.

Shui Qianzhu always felt that he didn't finish what he said, and the entire tomb had a layer of spiritual interference that restricted divination. Naturally, her cultivation and mental power were no match for the owner of the tomb, so divination was greatly restricted.

The owner of the tomb seems to have some ideas about the fortune-teller?
"I don't know if senior has any advice, if not, then the two juniors will go out soon." The more Shui Qianzhu thought about it, the more he felt that something was wrong, he gave Yun Chenjue a wink and planned to leave.

There was a sudden wave of fluctuation in the air, and then a figure appeared in front of Shui Qianzhu.

"Why are today's young people so impatient? This deity has nothing to say, so what are you doing in such a hurry?"

Shui Qianzhu stared at this figure, suddenly feeling disillusioned.

This figure is naturally the owner of the tomb in the dark, but listening to him at first seems to have a sense of immortality, but when the real person appears, the gap is too big, right?
Shui Qianzhu looked down at the little old man who was not taller than her shoulders, the corners of her mouth twitched slightly.

The owner of the tomb mansion raised his head and saw the smile in Shui Qianzhu's eyes, and immediately blew his beard and stared at his eyes: "Smile and smile, little girl Pianzi judges people by their appearance at a young age, hum! I think that this deity was also a figure who dominated the mainland back then, so there was no need to use it to Good-looking people! People with good-looking skins are all embroidered pillows!"

The corner of Shui Qianzhu's mouth curled up into a smile, and the smile in his eyes was even wider, thinking to himself that this old man is quite interesting, isn't this the same as saying that grapes are sour?

As if thinking of something, Shui Qianzhu turned her head to look at Yun Chenjue, but said to the master of the tomb mansion: "Senior, sometimes, he is really pleasing to the eye because of his handsome looks." When Chen Jue came, his eyes were full of undisguised appreciation.

Yun Chenjue didn't feel that he had been desecrated, but a little joy rose in his heart.

He has never paid attention to his appearance. When he was in the imperial capital, he would often be secretly harassed by some undisciplined women, which made him very upset.But Shui Qianzhu's eyes did not contain any evil thoughts, and even made him feel that his good looks were not a bad thing, at least in her eyes, he was pleasing to the eye.

Shui Qianzhu didn't know that this move of hers made Yun Chenjue's heart happy, so she raised her eyebrows provocatively and looked at the old man: "How is it? My friend is good-looking, isn't she? As for this girl, she can be regarded as a country Allure, but I don't agree with your saying that good-looking are all embroidered pillows."

The old man snorted, but did not continue, turned his head to look at Yun Chenjue, and finally moved his gaze to Shui Qianzhu.

"Tell me, how do you plan to repay me after reading the deity's book?"

Shui Qianzhu was puzzled.

"The book is right there. Don't you always write that reading is prohibited on the shelf? If you want people to read it, then you should hide it better."

The old man choked, and then put on a posture of "I don't care, I want you to pay", making Shui Qianzhu realize once again that this strong senior who may have reached the stage of crossing the catastrophe is actually an extremely naive old stubborn.

"All right, all right." Shui Qianzhu waved his hand and said, "Say, how do we compensate?"

Seeing that his trick had worked, the old man raised a smile on his old face: "That's right, I have been sitting for too long, and this last spirit is about to dissipate. Before this, I had a wish unfulfilled."

It's all said here, how could Shui Qianzhu not know what this old guy wants to do?

She curled her lips: "The younger generation's cultivation base is still relatively low, if I can fulfill the senior's wish, I will naturally be willing to help."

Seeing that Shui Qianzhu's attitude was quite good, the old man's smile gradually deepened, and a gleam of light emerged from his eyes: "If you can do it, you will definitely do it, and besides, baby, you are already a golden elixir at the age of fourteen." The environment, the talent is not so good."

Shui Qianzhu's eyes flickered slightly, and the old man turned his gaze to Yun Chenjue again, and when he saw it, he let out a gasp, and a look of doubt flashed across the old man's face.

"This little friend, actually... looks really good."

Shui Qianzhu really wanted to kneel down to this old man, and quickly reached out to interrupt him: "Senior, time is life, why don't we listen to your wish first?"

The old man didn't say anything else, and said seriously: "Oh, I won't say much about the other deities. You have seen all the books on the bookshelf, right? The deity is indeed not from the Holy Spirit Continent. If it wasn't for..."

The old man seemed to recall some unbearable past events, shook his head and sighed: "It doesn't matter if you don't talk about it, in fact, this deity is just a drunkard, and the greatest pleasure in life is those wine jars. When he was a disciple of the inheritance, he drifted here and died in a foreign land."

(End of this chapter)