Because for a long time, Duanmu Yawang felt that she would have to make more of it, so this time she spent more rice on cooking. She actually didn’t feel full after eating two bowls. Seeing the old man had eaten three bowls, she still couldn’t get enough. Appearance, still stopped.

"Stop eating?"

Seeing her stop the chopsticks, the old man glanced at her.

"I'm full." Duanmu Yawang put the soup into the bowl, glanced at the rice pot, said lightly: "There should be half a bowl, grandpa, you have finished eating, don't keep it."

"good."

The old man knew the amount of food Duanmu Yawang had eaten. She ate two bowls and it should be almost the same. She smashed her mouth, filled the remaining rice in the pot, and ate it with big mouthfuls.

Looking at the soup, Duanmuya stared at the old man. Looking at his clearer eyes and less wrinkled skin than before, she finally couldn't help but wonder: "Grandpa, why are you getting younger and younger? ?"

The old man took a meal, not angry, and hummed without raising his head: "You must be dazzled."

"How can it be!"

Duanmu Yawang looked at him, "I remember that you looked seventy and eighty before, and you were about to die. Now it looks like more than sixty, and your height has grown a lot..."

"Dazzled!"

The old man raised his head and glared at her, "When did I be as old as seven or eighty? Let me tell you, I look like twenty or thirty years old at most!"

"??!"

20 or 30 years old?

Duanmu Ya took a sip of the soup, almost squirting out because of the old man's words.

Was he kidding her? His eyes were so muddy that he almost thought he had lost his eyesight. He was rickety and old-fashioned. It would be considered polite to say that seventy and eighty were old.

She laughed: "Grandpa, are you sure you have a concept of age?"

"what do you mean?"

The old man became unhappy, his eyes stared under the mask, "I tell you, when you always have a concept of age, you probably haven't been born in your last life!"

Duanmu Yawang raised her eyebrows and told him the truth directly: "Grandpa, you said this yourself. Join me in my 60s and 70s in my previous life. I'll be older in two lifetimes, isn't it seventy and eighty?"

The old man stared at her, his eyes suddenly sneered.

No words.

For some reason, the look in his eyes made Duan Mu Yawang's heart startled for a while, and she felt like she was seen through.

She laughed twice: "Grandpa, don't you think I am wrong?"

"Right, you know it yourself."

After the old man finished his meal, he continued to drink the soup, and answered lightly, as if he was no longer interested in the topic of hemp leaves.

Right, you know it yourself?

Duanmu Yawang chewed this sentence in her heart, and suddenly counted the things of her two lifetimes.

In the last life, she was twenty years old, and in this life, she was also fifteen years old. Even if the two lifetimes combined, she would be thirty-five years old, but she did not live by herself for more than ten years in this life.

Therefore, she lived for only 21 years at most.

Only Xiao Bailu knew about this matter.

As long as the old man in front of her wasn't the roundworm in her heart, it would be impossible for him to know this.

But did he say this casually, or did he mean something?

"What do you think?"

The old man suddenly spoke out in an angry voice: "There is still meat in the pot, don't you want to eat it?"

"No."

Duanmu Yawang drank a bowl of soup and a few slices of vegetables. She was already feeling full. He sat on a rock and burped and said, "The rest of the meat, grandpa, please eat."

"You just can't eat it."

The old man became more and more wordy, and he started to scold Duanmu Yawang after a sip of the soup: "You, a young man, have not eaten as much as my old man. No wonder you are not tall."

"..."

Duanmu Yawang rolled her eyes secretly, and wanted to say that she didn't continue to grow taller because she was a girl. Isn't it okay to eat more and eat less?

Besides, as a woman, I eat enough.

Duanmu Yawang didn't speak. The old man thought Duanmu Yawang was sulking and didn't comfort him. After he finished eating, he stooped awkwardly to clean the dishes.

Since two people have eaten together, he has been doing all these things.

However, the old man was not good at these things at all. At the beginning, she almost broke her bowl, and the washing was not clean. It was only when Duanmu Yawang asked a few words to make progress.

But these days, it is still clumsy.

Duanmu Yawang shook his head as he saw it.

During the days he stayed here, Duanmu Yawang would not only find a way to find food, Zhao Herb, researching medicine and refining medicine, but also practicing.

One day, the old man moved his brows when he saw her entering concentration practice.

I went back to my cave, and when I came out, I threw a book to her.

Duanmu Yawang's practice was interrupted. He opened his eyes and looked at a very old book that was thrown into his arms. He picked it up and looked at the cover.

No words.

"Grandpa, what is this?"

"Of course it's a cheat."

The old man folded his hands in his sleeves, with a cold expression: "For the portion you have eaten for me after living for so many days, it is given to you."

Give things away and set up a shelf.

Duanmuya looked and laughed, bowed her head and flipped through the book, and she saw that the pages of the book were so yellow as if they were stained with soil, there was no word, let alone any pattern.

"...!"

She stared: "Grandpa, there is nothing on it, what do you want me to see?"

When the old man heard this, he leaned over to take a look, frowned, and then stared at her weirdly, and muttered: "It's really not... logically it shouldn't be..."

Duanmu Ya looked at the words, and raised her forehead speechlessly: "Grandpa, this book belongs to you, don't you know if there are any words on it?"

"What do you mean by asking me?"

With an unhappy look, the old man stretched out his hand to **** the book back, and said angrily: "It seems that I overestimated you. You are not suitable for it. I will take it back."

After that, the figure flashed and disappeared.

"..."

Duanmu Yawang is inexplicable.

More inexplicably, Duanmu Yawang never saw the old man again the following day.

Duanmuya looked at him and patted him at Shimen, but did not respond to her.

Duanmu Yawang remembered that when the two hadn't been familiar with it before, the old man hadn't seen him for a few days, plus he should be familiar with this place, so he didn't worry anymore.

The old man didn't come out, no one was eating with her, Duanmu Yawang didn't bother to stay where she lived, remembering that she hadn't been out for a few days, so she walked around.

Duanmu Yawang came from the west, and had been walking east or south before, and had never headed north.

This time, she walked north.