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13.4% 90,000 Years of Longevity / Chapter 72: Spring Equinox

Capítulo 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.


PENSAMENTOS DOS CRIADORES
Venerable_Linfeng Venerable_Linfeng

Everyone makes mistakes. That's why there is an eraser on every pencil.

Capítulo 73: Clothes

Peaceful Restaurant.

In a private room.

An old man in a white robe stood facing a wall, his eyes burning.

On the wall, there was a sheet of calligraphy, a painting, and several photos.

The calligraphy and painting were made by Ye Bei.

The photos were from the same traces in the major ruins all over the world.

"The East is really a mysterious country... I have a hunch, that person will show up soon. Is it like the three boys said, is he just an old man or a strange hidden expert?" Looking at the calligraphy and picture, dozens of minutes later, the old man in white robe whispered to himself.

"However, no matter what, I have been struggling for this all my life. If I can explore this mystery, even if it is not understood by the world, it doesn't matter, I just want to live forever." At this point, the white-robed old man had a bit of unprecedented madness in his voice, there was even murderous intent... this secret, there were still six other people who knew it.

This old man was exactly Ralph.

According to the rumors, this archaeologist who was abandoned by Egypt had another unknown identity: the descendant of the Egyptian Pharaoh... he once inadvertently read the Pharaoh classics and found that it recorded part of the mystery of longevity.

Those Pharaohs, in order to live forever, wrapped themselves in white cloth when they were about to die, and even built a pyramid that shocked the world.

This... was also the true purpose of Ralph's countless expeditions to pursue that trace.

...

The night passed in a flash.

The traces of the spring rain had long since disappeared.

The tourists on the Ancient Street were still as they were in the past, taking advantage of the brightening sky, breathing the sober air in the early morning.

It's just that this day was different from usual.

On Ancient Street, a bit of excitement was faintly revealed.

The shopkeepers and shop assistants were no longer as lazy as they used to be. Instead, they put on unique national costumes. Whenever they saw tourists, they would show a simple smile.

On the street, many street vendors and gadgets were gradually appearing and increasing.

Ye Bei was dressed in a white robe with his hands on his back, walking slowly along the street.

His eyes were indistinct.

In his eyes, it was very aloof.

His body exuded a cold breath of its own accord.

Even some beautiful women with face control, seeing Ye Bei, their complexion flushed, did not dare to make up their minds to step forward.

Soon, Ye Bei walked out of the Ancient Street and entered the town.

The spring equinox came quietly.

The spring rains of one and a half night made all the willow trees on the street shinier...

Ancient Town, an asphalt road leading to Peaceful Restaurant.

As the center of the Ancient Town, this place was always bustling on weekdays, with countless cars passing through, but entering was against the law. A large number of special police, with the cooperation of local officials, under the banner of protecting cultural relics, carried out the blockade of the streets nearby. All pedestrians passing by must undergo strict inspections, and it was forbidden to carry any dangerous objects.

When Ye Bei stepped on this asphalt road, in front, there were very few vehicles here, but there were more powerful men in suits and luxurious women in formal dresses. They stepped on this street with their shiny leather shoes.

Most of them were familiar with each other.

They were from the upper-class circle, and most ordinary people simply couldn't get into it.

In front of Ye Bei, there was a middle-aged man in his forties with a fat face. He was holding a girl who looked pure that did not exceed twenty years old.

"This Ancient Town antique auction has finally begun. I was already prepared as early as seven days ago. I heard that there is a very good thing about the items in this auction. Is it a handwritten poem by Tsangyang Gyatso?" The girl's voice was crisp, with a natural feeling.

The middle-aged man listened, his expression was very confident, his voice contained a bit of lust, "I am determined to get that thing, don't worry, no matter how much money I spend, I will buy it for you at that time."

"Tsangyang Gyatso, is he really a monk? It's so strange that a monk can make such beautiful words." The girl blinked her eyes and twisted her body, her voice was a bit cute and coquettish.

"It should be said that he is a monk who knows how to write poetry..." The middle-aged man smiled lightly and answered seriously, seemingly profound.

Ye Bei stood behind, listening to this, his eyes let out a glimmer, but his thoughts drifted away quietly.

Tsangyang Gyatso...

He was indeed a monk, and hundreds of years ago, Ye Bei also discussed about secularity with him in front of the great wall of sand in southern Tibet... Unfortunately, that period of history had long been forgotten.

Just as Ye Bei gradually fell into memory, suddenly, a discordant voice suddenly sounded in his ears.

"Sir, I'm sorry... no further entry is allowed here. There will be a huge and grand auction here today, and you will need an invitation letter to go inside... In addition, people with disheveled clothes are not allowed to enter."

It was a staff member who said this, stretched out his hand, frowned, and stood in front of Ye Bei with a cold voice.

There was a bit of doubt in his eyes.

When the voice resounded, it immediately attracted the attention of many other guests.

Originally, those upper-class people ignored Ye Bei's existence. This time, they turned their eyes on and made comments.

In front, the innocent girl turned around, seemingly clear eyes fell on Ye Bei, her body was taken aback, her cheeks were reddish, but soon, she returned to the original shape, and she tightened the middle-aged man next to him, "Long Hai, isn't this person too weird? Wearing ancient costumes to participate in the auction? Is he the actor invited by the organizer?"

The middle-aged man called Long Hai looked at Ye Bei, his brows furrowed, it seemed that it was because of Ye Bei's features that his eyes were full of unkindness, "It's just a little white face. The clothes he wears are also vulgar, he doesn't even look what occasion this is."

Except for them, it was basically the same was true for others.

Ye Bei was standing, even without looking, he could feel a lot of sarcasm in his eyes.

But he didn't care about these eyes and voices.

He was already super old. Whether he was doing things or dressing, he already had the style he particularly liked. When these so-called upper-class people ridiculed Ye Bei, they didn't know that they were the real frogs at the bottom of the well here. None of them could get into Ye Bei's eyes.

When stopped by the staff, Ye Bei did not speak, nor did he take out the invitation letter.

He just stood there and waited quietly for something.

After a few seconds...

A sedan black car drove slowly from the asphalt street of the Ancient Town.

There was a special police to check the card, with just a glance at the card, he immediately let it go, and at the same time respectfully saluted the people inside.

With that car appeared...

The people on both sides of the street all turned their eyes on the car. The abhorrence is their eyes just now all disappeared in a flash, it was replaced by admiration and envy instead.

As for the people in that car...

Through the car window, they saw Ye Bei wearing a white robe. Sitting in the car, their faces pale and their bodies could not stop shaking and twitching.


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When the character of a man is not clear to you, look at his friends.

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