90,000 Years of Longevity

Chapter 71: Chess Piece

Gallery, doorway.

Wang Xiu frowned, being threatened like this, he became very unhappy in his heart.

"Even if the calligraphy and painting are fake, and the paintings that cannot be identified are not accepted, what qualifications do you have to mess around?" Wang Xiu drank low.

"Of course, I know the truth, but don't discuss it with me. Only the ghost knows who the old man Wang has offended. The three of us are taking people's money and passing the decree on behalf of others." The young man with earring said rudely.

"Yes, that's it." The boy in the white vest answered.

"Seeing that you are a lot of age... let me tell you a bit, those foreign archaeological experts, every single one of them, has a lot of connections and unique background. Although I don't know what happened, you'd better handle it properly, otherwise, accident will happen. " The redhead gave a sneer while rubbing his hands.

"You" Wang Xiu spoke, wanting to continue.

"Ying Chun!" Ye Bei yelled softly, Wang Xiu's body paused, he understood very well, he was afraid that those so-called archaeological experts this time aimed exactly at Ye Bei, so he calmed down immediately and looked at Ye Bei. At the same time, there was a little guilt in his eyes.

"Heh, there are still people in there? Little brother, you have a very unique dress... are you doing about ancient cosplay?" The young man with earring found that there was another person in the store, so he looked over and saw Ye Bei's dress, he said with a frivolous voice.

"Leave the invitation letter, you can go." Ye Bei didn't have any expression fluctuations on his face, and when he said this, he was very calm, and it was meaningless to compete with these younger generations.

The young man with earring listened, as if a kind of magical power was injecting into his body, he was taken aback for a moment, and then he actually took out two invitation letters from his pocket and put them at the door.

Afterward, the other two guys left dumbly with him.

When they walked hundreds of meters in the ancient street, their bodies suddenly halted, and they were soaked with sweat behind them.

"Xiangzi, what the hell are we doing? Don't we send them an invitation letter? Why are we rushing away to the auction house?" After stopping, the young man in the white vest was puzzled.

"Yeah, what are we going for?" The young man with earrings looked dumbfounded.

The redhead reacted very quickly, "We don't have to care much about this, we are already paid for this trip. Now we can tell the auction house about the situation in the gallery and think about it."

"How to tell? I always feel that there's something evil..." The young man with earring frowned.

The redhead shook his legs, "Evil shit. In that gallery, there is only a wicked old man who is about to enter the soil and no one else... what evil? Just say that we saw a wicked old man, I say Xiangzi, did you visit a brothel and do it too much yesterday?"

"Tsk, what's with your words? Lao Tzu is a man of culture; do you know man of culture? Since I am a man of culture, how could you call it 'visit a brothel and do it too much', let me tell you, we called it 'collect local cultural material'. So you guys have to speak more elegantly to Lao Tzu in the future." The young man with earring lightly kicked the redhead.

...

Ancient Street Gallery.

Wang Xiu crouched, bent over, and picked up the two invitation letters from the door with his unstable hands.

"Ancestor... this..." Holding the invitation letter, he walked to Ye Bei, trying to reach out and pass it, but didn't reach out for a long time.

"Bring it." Ye Bei's voice was very weak.

Thump!

When Wang Xiu heard the words, his body tremored, and he knelt on the ground with a thump again.

Squeak!

Upon seeing this, Ye Bei moved his index finger slightly, the gallery's door closed again, and the candles' light was lit.

"Old ancestor, Little Gu is too confused this time." When he knelt on the ground, Wang Xiu seemed to have a thousand words, but in the end, he just said only one sentence, with plea and guilt in his tone.

Sitting at the table, Ye Bei quietly looked at the over-a-hundred-year-old old man, with no emotion in his heart.

"Ying Chun, Wang Gu is not to blame for this." Before long, Ye Bei said lightly.

Although Wang Gu's method was a bit wrong, after he got the calligraphy and painting, he had verified it by himself, but he had to find some experts to analyze it. However, because of this, Wang Gu was just a layman, and he lived his life in a more realistic world.

If Wang Gu got that calligraphy and painting, knew it was the original one and treated it indifferently, that would be truly strange.

When Wang Xiu listened, he became more anxious, "Ancestor, you have lived for so long. So you must be influential. Those at the auction house must have recognized something, so Wang Gu was detained. It will be troublesome for you to come forward, but..."

"I know." Ye Bei interrupted softly, "Ying Chun, time is running out. I just came to this Ancient Street not long ago, and I haven't inspected it carefully." After that, Ye Bei stood up.

"Yes, ancestor." Wang Xiu paused, his voice hoarse, and stood up slightly with difficulty, "Ying Chun will open the door for you."

He staggered towards the door of the gallery, stretched out his dry hand, and pulled it away.

"En." Ye Bei stood in the back, looking at the old man who used to be handsome, only lived for painting, with beautiful mountains and rivers, and indifferent to everything, and now dying, longing for his life, nostalgic for family, and bound by the mortal world.

...

Ancient Street.

Trail by the river.

One old and one young, one in the front and one at the back, walking slowly along with the evening sun.

The fragrance of flowers was overflowing, and the boats in the river were endless.

Both of them looked at the roadside scenery with faint eyes.

Quiet and peaceful.

The setting sun trotted slowly to the west... the evening sun stretched the shadows of the two people for a very long time.

Countless tourists passing by, showing curiosity one after another.

However, Ye Bei's appearance was too cold. Those people just watched from a distance and did not dare to come closer.

As the sun disappeared from everyone's sight, the Ancient Street's lights were lit up one after another with red lanterns, and the Ancient Street became lively again.

Ye Bei was standing under a willow tree with new buds. With the help of the red light, he looked at the pale red catkins, when the wind drifted, then he spoke softly and broke the silence, "Yesterday, the flowers bloom and the trees are red, today, the flowers fall and the tree became nothing..."

This poem was completely different from the scenery at the moment, but after listening to it, Wang Xiu felt that it fitted this scene incomparably as if he had realized some meaning of life, and he whispered unconsciously, "Flowers bloom and fall, because of a night breeze."

Ye Bei said nothing, under the willow tree, there was an ancient stone table with black and white chess pieces and two stone chairs beside it.

Ye Bei brushed his sleeves, his complexion was indifferent, he sat down at casually, stretched out his hand, and gently squeezed a chess piece. He started with a slight coolness, but his eyes were on the riverside, watching the boats passing by and the tourists sitting in it. Dozens of minutes passed, he whispered, "Ying Chun, accompany me to play the next chess game."

"Yes." Wang Xiu recovered from his thoughts. At this moment, his state of mind became unprecedentedly indifferent. He was no longer polite. He held the gown with his hands and sat opposite Ye Bei with slight confidence on his face, "Ancestor, please!"

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