Capítulo 49: Reincarnation
Time went by, the long river of years continued to flow.
In the endless years...
There were countless people and things that Ye Bei had seen. Apart from the mystery of longevity, there were too few things that could make him worry about.
But…
The painting in front of him was definitely one of them.
Sitting on the stone chair, Ye Bei watched quietly.
In the picture...
There was a woman in a white dress.
The woman had long jet-black hair, her fingers were like cutting green onions, her forehead had pearl-like cinnabar, and she had slender legs. She was an unparalleled beauty in the world. No matter what era it was, she was a peerless beauty who could make a country plunged into chaos.
But…
When looking at this painting, Ye Bei was not admiring her beauty but remembered one thing after another.
Those things were strange and familiar.
There were only a few sides between himself and the person in this painting...
His thoughts drifting...
"Superior Immortal, have we ever seen each other?" Ninety thousand years ago, at the ruins of the Heavenly Court, at the gate of the southern sky, a girl in white clothes smiled back, her beauty made it untouchable for mortals.
Ye Bei floated past. Hearing this voice, he stopped gently and looked back indifferently. He felt that the girl was a little familiar, but couldn't think of where he saw her, so he shook his head and sighed, "Maybe... she's just similar!"
"Immortal! Have we ever seen each other?" Seventy thousand years ago, at the flooding Yellow River, demons were everywhere, and a young girl was full of tears and her voice was lovely.
Ye Bei raised his hand and the flood retreated back, saving hundreds of millions of people. Hearing this call, he suddenly looked back and found that what he was seeing was similar to the ancient times' thousands of years ago, but was obviously different. He shook his head and sighed, "In this world, there are many similar people, maybe... it's just we have met by chance and encountered with each other somewhere in the past."
"Young master! Have we ever met before?" Two thousand years ago, on the street of Xianyang City, a young girl followed the crowd and walked gently, her face full of peach blossoms.
Ye Bei walked idly with his hands behind his back, and when he heard this sound, he turned his head suddenly as if the endless years had all solidified at that moment, but after returning to his senses and was about to ask, the girl had disappeared and there was no trace left.
"Glancing back and smiling, she revealed a hundred charms..."
"There's a beautiful woman in the north, peerless and unique, one glance at the town, she empties a whole country…"
On the stone table in Three-Legged Dragon Manor, Ye Bei retracted from his thoughts, he spoke softly and murmured.
These two lyric poems were created by Ye Bei, but they had been passed down by the world, and they had long forgotten the creator of it. When history was revised, someone arbitrarily tempered it and included even his name on it. According to its literal meaning, it's called "a classic work for admiring beautiful women".
But only Ye Bei knew that these two lyric poems were not for admiring anyone. Instead, he, Ye Bei created it for the mystery of longevity and lonely exploration.
When Wang An heard this, the astonishment in his eyes did not disappear, "Master! Is this person..."
Although he did not state his question clearly, Ye Bei immediately understood the meaning. However, he did not answer. After a long time of silence, he shook his head slightly and said, "Little An, do you think there is reincarnation in this world?"
Reincarnation?
Wang An paused.
He followed Ye Bei for a long time...
He knew many secrets in this world and at the same time maintained a sense of awe in this world.
However, he never thought about the profound issue of reincarnation.
Looking at Ye Bei who was waiting for an answer...
Wang An thought for a while and replied softly: "Master, I believe in reincarnation..."
"Why?" Ye Bei slowly rolled up the scroll which was spread on the stone table.
Wang An bent over and said respectfully, "Because there is longevity, so naturally there is also reincarnation. Master, your existence is enough to explain everything!"
Oh?
After hearing this answer, Ye Bei had already rolled up the entire scroll, and the corners of his mouth moved slightly, his complexion still flat and smooth.
"Yeah." Ye Bei voiced out two simple words with a slight sigh.
"Master, who is the person in this painting...?" Wang An couldn't help but ask in a low voice again.
Ye Bei had rubbed the scroll slightly and put it in the sleeves of his long gown. Then he looked at Wang An and muttered in a low voice, "She? Maybe it's a reincarnation of an old person, maybe she's just a similar beauty, or maybe she's just a clue to the puzzle and nothing more than that."
"Master! This old slave doesn't quite understand!" Wang An was still puzzled, but his heart was shaken as if he knew some great secret.
Ye Bei said with a chuckle, "You don't need to understand! In addition, today's matter will never be passed on to another person."
"Yes, sir!" Wang An nodded respectfully, not daring to ask more.
At the same time, the woman who was just so clearly embedded in his mind, as if she was a fairy, was a little vague. But for three seconds, the image of the woman suddenly blurred.
...
In the kitchen.
Jin Rufan bent over and stood in front of the mouth of the earthen stove, gently pushing the firewood inward with his cold hands.
He felt some warmth when the red flame was beating and making a clattering sound.
Liu Zhiyun was on the sidelines, carefully and meticulously washing the dishes with warm water.
The three were in the kitchen...
But it was extremely silent.
Whoosh!
Until the big pot was burned red, Zhao Bingsheng poured vegetable oil into it and poured the cold braised pork into it. Liu Zhiyun, who was washing the vegetables, couldn't help but speak with a very small voice, and with a sigh, "Old Zhao, these dishes are already cold, and even if it's hot again, it won't taste great. The ingredients are still here, why don't you make a fresh one?"
"No need!" Zhao Bingsheng's voice was very cold, and he immediately refused.
Liu Zhiyun shook his head, "Why is this?"
"Master said just now... Just heat it up is enough! I... don't need to continue cooking." His voice trembled a little.
After Jin Rufan put a block of wood in the fire, he wrapped his hands together in front of the beating flame, and gently rubbed them. As his hands gradually warmed, he sighed slightly, "Old Zhao! You know... we have no choice! The master is back... and with him there, we will never dare to mess around!"
"En!" Zhao Bingsheng just hummed and didn't say much.
Click...
His old and feeble hand, holding the spatula, kept flipping the dishes in the pot back and forth.
When the dish was hot and reloaded on the plate, Zhao Bingsheng said again, "The Zhao Family is gone! That is the gift from master. He took everything away today; I don't blame him! But... Old Jin, Old Liu, we have always grown up together. Over the years, we have worked together on many things... I want to ask you one thing, is it possible?"
"Old Zhao, you say it!" Liu Zhiyun stopped.
"If it can be done, I will never refuse!" Jin Rufan raised his head and looked at Zhao Bingsheng who was extremely old and crumbling.
Zhao Bingsheng looked serious, "The Zhao Family is gone, and I don't have any thoughts about it! I just want to... after I die, I want someone to bury my ashes at the foot of Kunlun Mountain, under the pear tree in the farm courtyard, there's no one there, that land belongs to our Zhao Family."
"All right." Although he didn't know what Zhao Bingsheng meant, Liu Zhiyun and Jin Rufan readily agreed.
If they could survive today... it's just a matter of effort for them.
But with Jin, Liu agreed... Zhao Bingsheng's serious expression relaxed a lot, he whispered in his heart with endless sadness, "I betrayed the master! Abandoned the Zhao Family! In this life, there are not many promises to keep... but, what I promised you back then, I will definitely do... grow up in a farm, watching the pear trees, though we did not live with each other, we will sleep next to each other."
...
After half an hour, the dishes had heated up.
Jin Rufan and Liu Zhiyun made two more dishes each.
The three of them each held their trays and walked towards the inner courtyard of the Three-Legged Dragon Manor.
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Capítulo 50: Left Behind
Heavy snow was flying.
There was a journey from the kitchen to the pavilion.
When the three were holding the trays, they all bent over, carefully blocking the wind and snow with their bodies.
But…
There were still a lot of snowflakes, falling into the dish, and then melted by the hot temperature of the dish.
"Master, the food is ready!" Zhao Bingsheng walked in the front and stepped into the pavilion. He put the three dishes on the stone table again, "This old slave will go and get a chair." After he put the tray on the table, he made his way towards the nearest room.
"Master, our dishes are also the best. They are your favorite dishes back then..." Jin Rufan and Liu Zhiyun also gently placed the dishes in the tray on the stone table and spoke respectfully.
Everything they cooked was homemade dishes.
One serving of chopped pepper fish head.
One serving of stir-fried bean curd in chili sauce...
If he was correct, they were made by Jin Rufan. He was from Sichuan Province, who liked spicy food. When he first learned how to cook, these two dishes were the best dishes he could make, and he was often praised by Ye Bei.
A bowl of stewed pork noodle.
A bowl of Three Ground Fresh. (A/N: A dish consisting of stir-fried potato, eggplant, and green pepper, all of which were vegetables that grow on the ground.)
This must be done by Liu Zhiyun; he was from Northeast China.
Ye Bei was still very familiar with these memories...
"The years are passing by. I still remember that when I taught everyone how to cook, everyone had a few dishes they were good at, each with their own characteristics... I don't know if the taste is the same as before." Looking at the dishes on the stone table, Ye Bei sat aside, he picked up the chopsticks and did not do anything, but said softly.
Liu Zhiyun and Jin Rufan's bodies startled.
"Master, over the years, this old slave has been practicing cooking every day, and never dared to forget... just waiting for the day when the master can come back again and make it for you personally." Liu Zhiyun responded quickly and respectfully with no lie.
Jin Rufan also said quickly, "Master, this old slave has been the same over the years. Even if this old slave has money, I cook by myself every day! I have never forgotten it, maybe the food tastes different from the past, but it will only be better."
"En." Ye Bei nodded and gave a soft hum.
On the side, when Wang An heard these words, he couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief for the two of them. This time, the two of them barely passed the test. Although he hated the betrayal, he knew that there were only these few old friends, if one was missing, there would always be something missing.
...
Squeak-squeak-
The thick snowflakes made a squeaking sound when they were stepped on.
Three-Legged Dragon Manor's inner courtyard was exceptionally quiet.
Zhao Bingsheng carried a wooden chair, it was obviously snowing and it was very cold, but there were still some drops of sweat on his forehead.
"Master, here comes the chair!" Walking into the pavilion, Zhao Bingsheng put down the chair, wiped the sweat from his forehead, stroked the snowflakes on his body, and said respectfully and softly.
"Well, you move to the stone table and sit down." Ye Bei nodded.
"Yes, sir!" Zhao Bingsheng placed the wooden chair between Liu Zhiyun and Jin Rufan.
But he did not sit down directly...
Instead, he squatted his body, picked up the jug placed on the stone table, and began to pour the wine. When the wine was full, he firmly held his own wine glass and looked at Ye Bei, "Master! This glass of wine, the old slave toasts 'you', the elderly"
After that, he raised his head and drank the wine with one sip.
The wine that had been kept for thousands of years, although it was very mellow and had an endless aftertaste, it was also very strong. After this glass of wine, Zhao Bingsheng felt a little hot in his throat, like a burning fire.
"Master, the old slave also toasts you!" Upon seeing this, Jin Rufan and Liu Zhiyun stood up, not dare to delay, learning from Zhao Bingsheng, they also drank all the wine in one gulp.
Wang An sat next to them was calm and indifferent. After staying two days with Ye Bei, before he knew it, he became more mature. He knew that his master did not care about many things, the more he did, the more wrong he would be.
"Sit." Looking at the empty cups of the three of them, he just gave out such a word lightly, his complexion and attitude were indifferent.
The three immediately sat down.
But at this time, Ye Bei spoke slowly, with a slight sigh in his voice, "It's been 80 years, the last time you sat and ate like this, you were all just kids… your drinking capacities were also low, and with only a sip, you would say it's spicy."
When Wang An heard this, his body shook slightly.
Jin Rufan and Liu Zhiyun lowered their heads, the fear in their eyes increased.
On the contrary, Zhao Bingsheng, with those dumb eyes, was only sadder, "Yes! The first time I drank alcohol that year, I thought that kind of thing was very difficult to drink! But as time goes by, I find that I like alcohol more and more. It can relieve sorrows, relieve sadness, and even make one intoxicating!"
"Perhaps!" Ye Bei raised his chopsticks, picked up a little dish at random, and put it in his mouth. When he spoke, it was as though he was cherishing his words like gold, "Eat the food."
"Yes, sir!" When Ye Bei moved his chopsticks, the four guys began to pick up dishes one after another.
It's just that the four of them were very restrained, not only were they slow in their movements, but they also pick up very few dishes.
Inside the pavilion, it became extremely quiet again.
Ye Bei ate the dish one after another.
Jin Rufan and Liu Zhiyun were also eating dishes.
They practiced cooking dishes countless times on weekdays, but after putting them in their mouths, they always felt that the food was a bit bitter, so they looked up at Ye Bei from time to time, worried that it would make him unsatisfied.
However, Ye Bei's face was indifferent from beginning to end, there was no emotional fluctuation could be seen on his face.
Raising the chopsticks in one hand, this action seemed vulgar, but with an indescribable sense of beauty and elegance.
There were fewer and fewer dishes on the plate.
The wine on the stone table gradually bottomed out.
Ten minutes later.
Ye Bei put down his chopsticks.
Liu Zhiyun, Zhao Bingsheng, Jin Rufan, Wang An... all raised their heads and looked at him.
The air seemed to be frozen together at this moment.
Ye Bei said calmly, "Today is enough, Little An, we should leave here. "
The sound was very soft.
After speaking, with his white gown, he stood up from the stone chair.
Wang An also stood up immediately.
Jin Rufan, Liu Zhiyun did not hesitate even more...
Only Zhao Bingsheng was still sitting on the stone chair. The wine made him flush, with a bit of drunkenness. He looked at Ye Bei and murmured, "Master! The dwelling of the person in the painting is at..."
"If we are destined, we will meet, her dwelling, and the difficulties she encounters, let's just let the flow go." Ye Bei interrupted, his voice soft.
After that, he turned around, flicked his sleeves, and move quietly towards the outer courtyard.
Wang An, Jin Rufan, and Liu Zhiyun followed.
Zhao Bingsheng sat limply on the stone chair, looking at the empty plates, looking at the jug that had been drunk without a drop, looking at the back of the four people in his sight, only the feeling of unprecedented loneliness rushing towards his heart.
"Everything is gone! So many calculations and so many methods were planned out, but in the end... only you are left behind!"
When the group of four stepped out of the inner courtyard, Zhao Bingsheng, with his head that was full of white hair, shook his head and sighed slightly. At the same time, he stretched out his hand, slowly unbuttoning the golden yellow shirt and allowing the cold wind around him to pour into his body.
A miniature and diamond-encrusted golden pistol was seen and it was slowly taken out from the golden yellow shirt.
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