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"Grandpa Liu, do you trust the physicist?"
Yang Zimei looked at Grandpa Liu and asked.
If he believed it, she would draw a Yang-gathering talisman for each of their family, and it would be able to dispel the cold air brought to the body here.
If you don't believe me, forget it, just reduce the indoor plants a little.
Grandpa Liu stared at her, "Little girl, are you a physicist? Knowing mystical arts?"
Yang Zimei nodded.
"Hehe, I really didn't expect it, little girl, you are a strange person." Grandpa Liu looked at her differently again.
Yang Zimei smiled, "It's not some strange person, it's just that I met a good master."
"What is your master's Taoist name?"
"Li Yuqing."
Speaking of Master's name, Yang Zimei felt sad again.
"It turned out to be Daoist Yuqing, we used to be comrades-in-arms."
Grandpa Liu said excitedly, "I really didn't expect to meet his disciple here again. This fate is not shallow."
"Huh? Grandpa Liu knows my master?"
Yang Zimei was very happy to hear that he knew her master.
She feels very cordial to all the people and things related to Master.
"Well, our relationship is not bad, but I haven't seen him for more than 60 years, and I don't know which mountain he lives in seclusion. I still have a photo with him. I'll show you."
Grandpa Liu went into the room and took out a black and white photo, and handed it to Yang Zimei.
Yang Zimei took it excitedly.
Master in the photo looks like he is in his thirties.
However, if the photo was taken more than 60 years ago, Master should be more than 50 years old.
The master in the photo is wearing a Taoist bun, wearing a Taoist robe, and holding a dust whisk in his hand. However, he is not as gentle and kind as the master she knows, but full of masculine and evil spirit, probably because of the war.
"It turns out that Master was so handsome when he was young."
Yang Zimei looked at the master in the photo with wet eyes, and murmured.
"At that time, Daoist Master Yuqing was a legend in our team. He was heroic in killing the enemy, and he knew how to use strange formations. He often confuses the enemy. As long as he is in our team, we will almost win every battle."
Grandpa Liu talked about Yuqing, recalling his heroic appearance galloping on the battlefield that day, his dim eyes lit up, and his face was full of longing.
Yang Zimei listened quietly.
It turned out that Master was so brilliant and heroic, but it was a pity that I was born too late and had no chance to witness it.
"It's a pity that after the devils were driven away, Daoist Yuqing was envied by others, he was slandered for propagating feudal superstition, affecting the morale of the army, and was expelled from the army. Later, I even heard that someone was quietly lying in ambush on the ten-mile slope that he must pass through. kill him..."
Speaking of this, Grandpa Liu also began to become filled with righteous indignation.
Yang Zimei couldn't help being filled with anger when he heard that his master had been wronged in this way, "Who is that bitch?"
Grandpa Liu glanced at her, was silent for a moment, shook his head and said, "You don't need to know this, and more than fifty years have passed, it doesn't matter who it is. By the way, little girl, your master is now Are you still alive? I want to visit him and get together with him."
Yang Zimei's eye circles turned red again, and he choked up, "My master is missing, and I'm also looking for him these days."
"Calculate, Taoist Priest Yuqing is over a hundred and ten years old, right? It's good that he is still alive, and you don't need to be sad. He probably traveled all over the world, and he will come back sooner or later. If he comes back, you tell him He said that I, Liu Yi, miss him and want to have a drink with him."
Grandpa Liu reached out and patted her on the shoulder.
Yang Zimei nodded.
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