Qing proud city: stunning beauty

Chapter 237 Fang's Old Servant (3)

Shang Youqinglian raised her eyesight to the highest point, but there was still nothing in front of her eyes, only the sound similar to the sound of footsteps approaching slowly.

Shangyou Qinglian rolled her eyes around, but there was no moving object around her.

But that voice—
Shang You Qinglian's eyes widened suddenly, under the shadow of the arch, the ground seemed to be slowly arching, as if something was about to break through the ground.

And the sound of tuk tuk continued, but it was getting closer.

The originally illusory and flat shadow twisted and bent at this moment, as if it had become a solid body.

When the black shadow finally stopped wriggling, a person suddenly appeared in front of Shangyou Qinglian.

That old servant of the Fang family!
He was still on crutches, and his gray hair was still flowing, but at this moment he was standing upright with his head raised.

Shang You Qinglian could clearly see his eyes, which seemed a little cold and dead, and a little fierce, but his face was covered with criss-cross wrinkles, his eyebrows and beard were all gray.

This man's eyes don't match his appearance!
"Are you here to look for me?" An old voice sounded, full of endless vicissitudes.

Shangyou Qinglian hastily adjusted her eyesight. In such a dark environment, it was too terrifying to see a wrinkled face so clearly.

She nodded slightly and said, "I have something to ask the old man. Please also tell me your name."

"Since you call me old man, I am naturally old man. If you have any questions, please tell me!" The old servant refused to even say his own name.

Shangyou Qinglian hesitated for a moment, and asked, "How long has the old man been at Fang's house?"

"I can't remember clearly, some people are old, some people are just born, but in the blink of an eye, the newly born people are old again!"

"Time is impermanent, so it's okay not to remember, so old man, have you ever seen an iron plate?" Changyou Qinglian felt that the old man's words were full of strangeness.

"When people are old, they are naturally confused. What's the difference between iron medals, gold medals and bronze medals?"

Shangyou Qinglian asked with a chuckle, "But there are paintings on the iron plate, don't you remember the old man?"

The old servant looked over suddenly, "There are paintings, but without a partner, I can't remember them."

Shangyou Qinglian took out her iron plate, as well as those of Feng Jianche and Yi Yunfan, and handed them to the old servant, "Old man, I have three companions here, do you want to see it? "

The crutch in the old servant's hand fell to the ground with a bang, and Shangyou Qinglian could see clearly that the ground was paved with bluestone bricks, but the toppled crutch made a fist-sized hole.

Is the crutch made of fine steel?

At this moment, the old servant stretched out his hand tremblingly, took the three iron plaques, rubbed them in his palms for a while, then handed them to Shangyou Qinglian, "So you came to look for them too."

Changyou Qinglian was overjoyed, "Old man, can you tell me where it is?"

The old servant seemed to lose interest, turned around and was about to leave, but left behind a sentence, "If you attract each other with the spirit of the same kind, it will naturally appear."

"Old man, do you know the origin of the iron plate?" Changyou Qinglian couldn't help shouting seeing that the old servant was about to leave.

The old servant stopped for a moment, as if there was a murmur floating in the air, the content could not be heard clearly.

Changyou Qinglian could only hear his painful sighs, echoing in the night sky.

Iron plate will make an old man so painful?

Changyou Qinglian took a deep breath to calm down her mood, and slowly gathered the aura of consonance towards her back.

If you want to attract each other with the same kind of breath, then it is the breath from the tattoo, right?

After all, for those three iron plates, there is no way to stimulate them to mutate.

The consonance gradually swims to the tattoo on the back, and Shangyou Qinglian feels a little bit of coolness.

But as more and more consonances are concentrated on the tattoo, there is a hot feeling again!
(End of this chapter)