90,000 Years of Longevity

Chapter 70: Karma

Peaceful Restaurant, inside a private room.

Wang Gu stood there with a vigilant look, besides him, there were seven other wise old men here.

Outside the door, several bodyguards in black suits guarded strictly, with observant eyes. Without their permission, no one could come near.

Inside the room, on the round table, the calligraphy and painting brought by Wang Gu were neatly spread out on it.

But the expressions on the faces of the seven elders were different.

Some people looked solemn; some were surprised; some were shocked.

These seven people, led by Ralph, came from seven different countries and were once well-known archaeologists.

As time went by, the atmosphere in this private room became weirder and weirder.

"How about it, dear experts? I just said it is the original work of Wang Xizhi. Our Wang Family are the descendants of Wang Xizhi's, this is an authentic work handed down from generation to generation. Through special techniques, it has always been well preserved. If it weren't for you to come here, I'm too lazy to take it out. Have you finished appraising it? If the analysis is over, I'll take it away now."

Seeing that the atmosphere became more and more silent, Wang Gu felt a little unusual and spoke actively.

However, after Wang Gu dropped his voice, the seven elders did not respond at all.

They held the magnifying glass, all lying on the round table one by one, still studying carefully.

Their eyes were fierce and focused, trying to figure out every word and every detail.

Wang Gu was a little impatient and wanted to take the painting away, but without an accurate identification result, he was unwilling to stand aside and waited.

Time went by.

In that private room, sweat was constantly leaking from the foreheads of the seven elders.

Even Ralph was no exception.

One hour passed in a flash.

Finally, the archaeologist of China took the lead to speak, his voice was not calm, and his tone was with unprecedented affirmation, "This is indeed the real work of Wang Xizhi." When he said this, his eyes were bloodshot and deadly staring at Wang Gu, as if wanting to see Wang Gu thoroughly.

"The handwriting is indeed authentic. But don't forget, the real "Orchid Pavilion Preface" is a national treasure in the Forbidden City Museum of China... If this is also an authentic work, then what is the other one?" Ralph's voice followed after, his eyes burning, and when he said this, his eyes were extremely deep.

After saying this, the private room became silent again.

Yes, the reason why everyone studied for an hour was because there were many questions that had not been solved.

"There is indeed no problem with the handwriting. I once had the honor to study Wang Xizhi's font in the Palace Museum... It is exactly the same, and the details are the same. This kind of thing cannot be imitated." Someone said.

"The only problem now is that Wang Xizhi's words appear on modern paper cloth?" Someone frowned and said casually.

Huh?

When this sentence was finished, the atmosphere in the private room solidified again.

People like them came to the Ancient Town to solve the mystery.

If this question was superimposed on that puzzle... Isn't everything solved?

Therefore, these seven elders, this time all of their eyes were directly placed on Wang Gu's body. The fire-like eyes were all revealed craziness.

...

No. 32 Ancient Street Gallery.

Ye Bei picked up the black paper. The words on it were actually very simple. There were only two words: auction room.

Ye Bei looked seriously, but his expression was quite unfeeling.

However, when he glanced at it, his thoughts could not help but drift away again, as if in this cycle, in the midst of darkness, there was always a thread that was involved in all this.

Longevity is a kind of unspeakable loneliness.

All familiar things, familiar people, would quietly change.

And in this loneliness, the thread that appeared, unconsciously, became Ye Bei's greatest interest in pursuing the mystery of longevity.

Ninety thousand years ago, the young man opened the paper cloth, his eyes were indefinite and there were only a few simple words on it: Southern Heavenly Gate.

Seventy thousand years ago, the young man pushed aside the bamboo slips, his eyes were light, and there were only a few simple words on it: West of the Yellow River.

Two thousand years ago, the teenager pulled the silk away, his eyes were soft, and there were only a few simple words on it: Xianyang Street.

At those locations, he would meet his deceased in no more than three days after Ye Bei passed by. This seemed to have been quietly forming a routine.

"This time, is it still the same?" After a long moment, Ye Bei returned to his senses and whispered softly.

And the black paper he was holding, with a light flick, instantly turned into powder and disappeared without leaving any trace.

Creak!

When Ye Bei was seriously thinking about whether to go, the small door connecting the lobby to the backyard was pushed open with a creak.

The person pushing the door was Wang Xiu.

He was too old; he just woke up, hence, his eyes were a little hazy...

But that pale hair was still meticulously combed.

He was an extremely serious person.

Wang Xiu poked his head out, the gloss on his forehead was a little dark. After seeing Ye Bei sitting inside, he pondered for a second, then walked in, "Old ancestor, did you see Little Gu?"

"He is out." Ye Bei said calmly.

Wang Xiu frowned slightly, "Could it be that Little Gu really took the calligraphy and painting to those at the antique auction house?"

"Yeah." Ye Bei nodded.

After listening, Wang Xiu knew that his guess was true, his expression was a bit angry, and he shook his head abruptly and scolded, "This little bastard can do this kind of thing too. He's already this old but still could not see the essence of thing? Is he trying to exchange it for money?"

Ye Bei didn't answer.

"Old ancestor... please don't blame him. He is still young, and he has not thought thoroughly enough about many things. I will go there and get him back." Seeing Ye Bei not speaking, Wang Xiu continued, his body croaked, and stepped out of the store.

"No need." Ye Bei said with a cold voice.

Wang Xiu paused, turned his head, and looked at Ye Bei suspiciously: "Old ancestor?"

"He should be retained at the moment. There are some karmas that will appear in every cycle of sixty years... It's useless even if you go now, just wait here."

"Ying Chun doesn't understand." Wang Xiu was puzzled.

Boom!

Just after Wang Xiu's words fell, there was a muffled bang at the gate of the gallery.

The door of the gallery was kicked open unexpectedly.

Wang Xiu immediately turned around and looked out of the door.

But Ye Bei's eyes were uncaring as if everything had already been expected by him.

Outside the door, three young people stood.

One person was wearing a white vest with little muscle on his body and looked thin.

Another person had red hair, like a ball of flame, looked deliberately fierce, but still gave off a funny and silly feeling.

And the person standing in the front, kicking the door, was wearing ripped jeans, had a short haircuts. There was also a silver-white stud on his left ear, reflecting the unruly look in the light of the dusk.

It's just that the young man didn't expect to kick the door open with a single kick. When standing at the door, his expression was a bit stunned, but he quickly reacted, looking at Wang Xiu, with a bad tone, "Hello? Is this old man Wang's gallery? Old man, are you his family?"

Wang Xiu frowned.

"You don't need to look at me like this, there is something to inform you..." The young man was full of disdain, "Old man Wang took the fake national treasure-level cultural relics and went to the auction house to make trouble. Now he has been arrested by the security guard there, but he does not admit that he faked the calligraphy and painting, so I want to invite you out... Otherwise, he is a lot of age, so I won't what kind of suffering he will suffer." This tone was full of threats.

After the sound descended, the gallery became extremely noiseless.

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