90,000 Years of Longevity

After the Zhao Family meeting broke up, everyone moved quickly.

Suddenly, the entire Q city was filled with a feeling that the mountains and the rain were coming.

Under the Kunlun Mountain, there were even more strange faces.

However, at this moment, the Three-Legged Dragon Manor, the secret safe house, was extremely silent, and even the air was somewhat cold.

"En." After listening to Zhao Changcun's first sentence, after a long time, the white-haired old man nodded gently in response.

And this old man was exactly Zhao Bingsheng who was rumored to have died yesterday.

"Father, I also held a family meeting just now and told them about the general situation. Now everyone has enough confidence, but this time, is it a little fuss?"

After Zhao Bingsheng answered, Zhao Changcun continued to say the next sentence.

"Is Kun'er okay? Besides, the bodyguard who went with him to Kunlun Mountain can't even see the body?" Zhao Bingsheng's voice was faint. After looking at Zhao Changcun, he did not answer his question but asked quietly.

Speaking of Zhao Kun, Zhao Changcun was immediately full of anger, and gritted his teeth, "The old thing, he acted too heavy, I don't know what method was used to cause Kun'er's spirit to have a big problem, I still can't answer it."

Zhao Bingsheng listened, his eyes narrowed slightly.

After thinking about it for ten minutes, he opened his eyes, "Changcun... Do you know why I gave you this name?"

"Father, you said before that you hope that our Zhao family will survive forever and that we will be rich from generation to generation, and will no longer serve as slaves to anyone. This is something that we will never forget!" (A/N: Changcun means forever.)

Hu!

Zhao Bingsheng slowly stood up from the sofa.

He took a deep breath.

With his cane, he walked to a wall of the safe house, turned his back to Zhao Changcun, and fell silent again.

On this wall, there was a portrait...

In the painting, it was China in the feudal period. Inside, there were three or two dilapidated earthen houses standing tall, with a few chickens fighting for food, a few crooked mulberry trees, and several gorgeously dressed people.

And in front of the mud house in the middle, a four or five-year-old boy, in ragged clothes, looked miserable, his eyes were full of tears, and he was holding an empty bowl with a broken corner in his hand, begging for food.

This picture was huge.

Every character in it was vivid.

The indifference and the mocking gaze of a gorgeously dressed person...

The boy's desperate look.

The chicks who were competing for millet and cheering!

Zhao Bingsheng just watched quietly.

Inside those deep eyes, there was a slight redness, full of vicissitudes and coldness.

Behind, Zhao Changcun stood respectfully, filled with doubts.

From his point of view... the painting on the wall had absolutely no artistic value at all. On the contrary, it exuded tacky and inferiority. He could not figure out why his old man always liked to stare at the painting, and It took hours to watch.

This time, Zhao Changcun finally made up his mind.

"Father, what does this painting mean? I have never understood how special it is!"

The voice fell.

In the safe room, it became more silent.

Zhao Bingsheng did not answer.

But the memories of the past were constantly surging in his heart...

Lonely, helpless, cold!

As if the whole world abandoned him...

Fortunately, he met Ye Bei, and after being selected, he gained wealth.

Relying on his own efforts, he climbed up crazily...

He had been a slave enough.

He never wanted to return to the tragic life he once had.

He was even scared that one day when Ye Bei came back, he would deprive him of all the wealth he created, he was afraid of losing everything.

He was not reconciled!

He felt that he could have today, it was all his own efforts...The wealth at the beginning was not worth mentioning now.

And so...

He was wearing a golden yellow gown that only the emperor could wear in ancient times. Even in it, there were countless specially treated soft gold threads. In the safe room, there was a painting like this...

He knew that he had done so would make him unable to face Ye Bei.

Therefore, he chose to play dead...

If it really failed this time... from now on, there would be no such person as Zhao Bingsheng in this world!

"Sigh!" For a long time, Zhao Bingsheng sighed lightly, "I hope everything goes well this time, and I also hope that my decision is correct. Eighty years have passed, maybe that person will never come back..."

From the rear, Zhao Changcun became more puzzled.

Eighty years?

That person? Who is it?

For someone that could make his old man so careful, he was afraid that that 'someone' should be very powerful, right?

However, Zhao Bingsheng did not give him the opportunity to think and ask questions.

After saying this, he slowly turned around, his eyes turned red, and there was even a lot of mist in the corners of his eyes, "Changcun! Contact Liu Zhiyun and Jin Rufan immediately, let them come to the Three-Legged Dragon Manor, besides, let the news of my death to be made in public directly, let it run wild, it is best to let everyone in the world know... Don't worry about the operation of the family." His voice changed from hoarse to extremely crisp, and finally full of determination.

He had cultivated a stand-in for many years, and for this goal, he could die a worthy death.

"Yes, Old Master!" Even though Zhao Changcun had countless doubts and puzzles in his heart, he did not dare to ask anymore.

Knowing that Zhao Bingsheng had made up his mind, he immediately reverently withdrew from the safe house... but at this moment, these two people did not realize how naive it was for them to use these so-called tactics and the so-called methods against Ye Bei.

...

Kunlun Mountain, in the Longevity Temple.

Ye Bei stood up.

Wearing a gown, there was no wind and no dust.

The long black hair hanging from his back.

That stalwart and perfect body.

That exquisite face and the jade-like skin were all enviable.

A life that won't die…

A life that won't grow old…

Immortality…

Have the ability to transcend cognition.

Can control everything!

Ye Bei looked like this now, and it was not known how many being dreamt of becoming like him.

Unfortunately, those lay people, perhaps most of them could not understand.

The so-called eternal life, for some people, might not be a gift from heaven, but a curse!

Ye Bei's face was indifferent, without any expression, those deep and vicissitudes of eyes swept over the old people in the lobby one by one.

These old people, when Ye Bei's gaze swept across, they seemed to be trembling with thorns on their backs, not daring to look up.

Ye Bei looked away.

With his hands on his back, he walked to the entrance of the lobby.

Looking at Ah Huang's tombstone in the courtyard, he seemed to have feelings.

After a long time, Ye Bei let out a voice, his voice was very soft as if he was muttering to himself, "You guys, are you so afraid of me?"

The voice fell.

In the lobby, the old people were all panicked, like little children when their teacher threw them a tough question and waiting for the teacher to pick one of them to answer.