90,000 Years of Longevity

Chapter 72: Spring Equinox

Ye Bei was dressed in a white gown and looked like a seventeen or eighteen-year-old boy.

Raising one's hand, flicking one's sleeve, raising one's hand again, putting it down, every movement was extremely elegant and smooth.

As the pieces fell, an invisible 'qi' seemed to be on this chessboard.

Or block, close, fly, jump, guard...

From the very beginning, he had been in control of the overall situation, and every move of the game was developing with Ye Bei's layout completely.

Wang Xiu, dressed in a gray blouse with a gully face, made every step extremely easy at the beginning, but as the chess pieces on the chessboard gradually increased, he had to think for a long time every step he took.

"Ancestor. Your chess skill is too strong, Ying Chun is probably not your opponent, there is no flaw at all." Holding a chess piece, Wang Xiu thought hard for a long time, but unable to place the piece, then shook his head and sighed slightly.

Ye Bei's eyes were still normal, and when he looked at Wang Xiu's helpless look, the image of an old deceased appeared in his memory.

Thousands of years ago.

A youth and a boy walked slowly between the fields.

The youth wore a white robe, like an immortal in the mortal world.

The boy was dressed in commoner's clothes, leaping one step at a time, followed closely behind.

The snow layer covering the fields gradually melted and turned into freshwater stains. Under the dark red eventide, the fields were dyed into beautiful scenery.

The two walked to a riverbank and saw black and white stones all over the floor.

The boy on a whim, "Why don't we take this sky as the chessboard, and the ground as the chess piece, and play a game?"

"Follow the immortal's suggestion." The boy stopped and replied respectfully, his attitude changed from an unruly child to a mature one.

"Good." The young man raised his hand, the sky changed dramatically.

The sky was a chessboard; the ground was a piece.

The two sat on the ground on the bank of the river, playing chess, watching their hearts with chess, and communicating the world's major events with chess.

"Immortal, your skills are too strong, I am not your opponent." After a long time, the boy lost and gave in.

"The general trend of the world, we must divide for a long time, and we must meet for a long time... If you want to spread through the ages, you must be like this chess, step by step." Ye Bei put away the chessboard and said softly.

"Yes." If the boy realized something, he nodded and said yes.

Later, the boy left, and the boy passed this "game" to the world and let the world learn it.

The boy had reached middle age, recalling that game, determined to leave something in the world, so he ordered Xihe to determine the calendar, set four seasons to reach the age, and conferred farming seasons on the people.

The spring equinox, summer solstice, autumn equinox, and winter solstice were determined.

Set up a drum of remonstrance and board of criticism; let the people around the world attack his fault.

His surname was Yiqi and his name was Fangxun.

He was highly respected, had won the hearts of the people, and was called: Emperor. And he had another name: Yao.

On the Ancient Street and the riverside, Ye Bei's thoughts slowly retracted, and his eyes fell on Wang Xiu inadvertently... Chess, there were still people playing. However, people have changed... the surrounding scenery has also changed.

"Three glasses of wine in personnel, one game of chess in fleeting years." Ye Bei recited softly.

Reaching out and moving on this chessboard, all the chess pieces were disrupted and returned to chaos.

"Old ancestor... aren't we going to play another match?" Wang Xiu put down the chess piece and saw the disrupted chessboard. He stretched out his hand and carefully separated the black and white pieces. The cool breeze swished, every fragile thing around shook.

Ye Bei looked at Wang Xiu.

In the dim light, the old man had a dim look on his forehead. When he was playing chess just now, his shrewd eyes quickly became older and even deeper than before.

"No." Ye Bei was silent for a long time, and when Wang Xiu separated all the black and white pieces, he spoke lightly.

"Ancestor, where are we going now? "Wang Xiu's voice grew older and older, still a bit hoarse.

Ye Bei did not answer but softly asked, "Apart from Wang Gu... Ying Chun, do you have any contact information of future generations?"

Wang Xiu sat on the stone chair. Hearing these words, his body stagnated slightly, but he immediately recovered his calmness, "Farewell to life and death is a common occurrence. Yesterday, I still had a lot of things that I could not figure out, and many regrets were still floating around, even the vain attempts to continue to live forever, but now, I feel that my whole person is completely relieved... I can also let go of everything, in my living time, I have done what shall be done, and can always pursue what I love is enough."

"It's good that you got it." Ye Bei put one hand on the stone table, tapped lightly, and asked calmly.

Rustle...

There was originally a starry sky, but layers of dark clouds manifested, and silky spring rain fell from the sky.

Falling on the willow rattan.

Falling in the clear water...

Falling on the bluestone slab...

The tourists who were strolling in the courtyard before covered their heads with their palms accelerated their pace and trotted quickly.

But Ye Bei and Wang Xiu, sitting under the willow tree by the river, looked at the tourists passing by, without any influence.

When this light rain appeared and nourished the world, Wang Xiu's dry face quietly appeared at this moment with a touch of ruddy, "Old ancestor, the face of Little Gu, I am afraid I will not be able to see for one last time... Please also help Ying Chun bring a sentence to him."

Ye Bei finished listening and said softly, "I will tell him that you are just going for a long trip."

"Thank you, guest." Wang Xiu grinned, showing a smile and some scarce teeth. At this moment, he seemed to be back to eighty years ago.

It's just a pity that as soon as his voice came out, his dry hands propped on the stone table, the aging body stood up slightly with difficulty, pulling everything back to reality.

Ye Bei was still sitting, watching the drizzling rain, his eyes were serene and there were no motions.

Wang Xiu got up and gradually moved his eyes away from Ye Bei. In those old pupils, the unique scenery in the spring rain was reflected. With his hands on his back, he staggered, like a hidden master.

He walked into the crowd...

Allowing countless tourists to shuttle around him, even if some people touched the corners of his clothes and his shoulders, he didn't care and walked towards the direction of the gallery alone.

Willow tree, in front of the stone table.

Ye Bei didn't look at Wang Xiu again.

His eyes were all on this beautiful scenery.

Time passed quietly, the color of the sky was dark, indicating that the moon was going to take turn to appear.

On the riverside, tourists were already sparse, but there were more women selling umbrellas, carrying white umbrellas, wandering on the bank of the river, and selling them to whoever they meet.

The Ancient Street and the shops on the side of the road were all hung with red lanterns... The red light, through the refraction of raindrops, looked extremely dazzling and charming, but it was a pity that Ye Bei alone was the only one who calmly appreciated this scene.

"A dream of Yangzhou in ten years, a burial of loess in the neck." Quietly, maybe an hour passed or longer than that, Ye Bei got up and murmured softly.

On the riverside, the women selling umbrellas had left, and those tourists had already returned to their residences to rest.

The spring rain had stopped.

The sky shone with stars again.

Dressed in white, Ye Bei stood with his hands behind his back on the bluestone road along the river, quietly moving forward.

The spring equinox was always here quietly.

But the old deceased... he didn't know where he was.

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