90,000 Years of Longevity

In the pavilion, the air was very cold.

The three dishes that Zhao Bingsheng cooked had some white frost condensed in the cold breath.

Ye Bei looked at the scenery outside the pavilion with a leisurely look.

He had lived too long…

He had long been aloof in the world and there were not many people in this world that could affect his mood.

Zhao Bingsheng was indeed a talented person.

It's a pity… even those with talents would still gradually disappear in the long river of time. What's different about them was their way of disappearance.

Some were tragic.

Some were painless.

There were even more people with hatred and unwillingness.

And Zhao Bingsheng was because of betrayal, he betrayed his own master and also betrayed the promise he once kept.

At this moment, Zhao Bingsheng knelt on the ground, he felt that his body was blank.

His last request was gambled on the lives of the entire Zhao Family's juniors. After he asked to get another chance and was rejected, he could only look at Ye Bei's indifferent back, he was unavoidably a little sluggish.

A white gown.

A kiosk that was full of classic style.

The falling snow…

There was also a very familiar appearance deep in his memory, in Zhao Bingsheng's sight, it seemed to have formed a moving picture.

Zhao Bingsheng stared blankly.

Slowly, his old tears spread.

He regretted it, he really regretted it…

One thought to be born, one thought to die, one thought to disappear.

All this was not worth it to him.

However, if he was given another choice, Zhao Bingsheng might… still do it.

"Master, this old slave used to be just a beggar on a rural street, it was difficult enough for me to be able to survive. You gave me everything and taught me a lot of knowledge. This old slave is too greedy. For so many years, this old slave has never repaid your great kindness, master. Even when this old slave is about to enter the soil already, this old slave actually did such a foolish thing." Zhao Bingsheng's voice was hoarse. He then stood up and when he said those words, he knelt behind Ye Bei's back. With his hands on the ground, he put his forehead against the cold ground. At this moment, he was extremely sincere and respectful.

Previously, before Ye Bei, he had always called himself "I", but now he called himself "this old slave" unconsciously.

Hearing these words, even Wang An, who was sitting next to him was also a little moved.

Life and death are not terrible.

The saddest and cruelest thing is feeling…

What Zhao Bingsheng did this time was indeed very hateful, even if he died a thousand times, or even tens of thousand times, no one would think that it was a pity.

However, at this last moment, Wang An still remembered the boy who had struggled together, laughed together, had ideals and great ambitions together. Decades of years passed in a flash, but that memory never disappeared.

Liu Zhiyun and Jin Rufan did not speak, nor dared to sit down without permission. When they looked at Zhao Bingsheng's current appearance, they could not bear to look straight at him, so they could only look away, their eyes were slightly red, though they felt lucky and sympathetic, they were more embarrassed.

Zhao Bingsheng knelt on the ground, his eyes sluggish, his voice hoarse and weak as he continued, "This old slave does not ask master to forgive me. At this step, this old salve can only blame my own self. But when master left, master gave this old slave a mission and this old slave has never forgotten about it at all." When he spoke, Zhao Bingsheng shook his hands and twisted vigorously on the head of the golden cane.

Creak!

The was a slight noise and the head of the cane moved.

Wang An, Liu Zhiyun, and Jin Rufan looked at him curiously.

Ye Bei still faced his back against Zhao Bingsheng and did not look back.

After Zhao Bingsheng opened the dragon head, he slowly pulled out a rolled drawing paper from the hollow cane.

"Master, for all these years, this old slave has carried this scroll of painting with me every day." He thought that there would never be any clues, but just a month ago, there was news that the person in the scroll had appeared. Just that she was in some trouble and his people arrived at the scene too late. When Zhao Bingsheng said this, he dragged the scroll with both hands and handed it slightly forward.

Zi, Zi…

The heavy snow showed no sign of stopping. In the inner courtyard, the blooming cheery tree poles were a little fragile, under the cover of the snowflakes, they sizzled.

When Ye Bei saw a large pile of snow falling from a tree pole and falling in the smooth surface of the snow, Ye Bei slowly turned around, his eyes were indifferent.

He did not speak but stretched out the palm of his white left hand.

At the moment when his hand was stretched out, the scroll of paper painting held by Zhao Bingsheng seemed to have a certain magical ability, then it felt Zhao Bingsheng's hand and flew in the direction of Ye Bei's palm.

Hu!

Upon seeing this, Zhao Bingsheng took a deep breath.

When Liu Zhiyun and Jin Rufan saw this, their eyes widened slightly and their hearts throbbed with awe.

Eighty years…

Ye Bei once showed extraordinary abilities in front of them

But that memory was too far away. The two people might still have fear towards Ye Bei, but it had reduced to some extent. But now, they just felt that that memory became clearer.

Fortunately… Fortunately, their responses were fast enough today! Otherwise, their ends would probably be the same as Zhao Bingsheng.

As for Wang An, when he saw this scene, he was not moved. Because not long ago, when Ye Bei was in the Longevity Temple… at this time, Wang An's mind started to bloom that scene again, it was too fascinating, that kind of killing was too shocking and breathtaking.

"Bingsheng, it's not in vain that I once accepted you. It's good that you still remember this." After receiving the scroll, Ye Bei gently nodded and said to Zhao Bingsheng as if it portrayed that he came here today just to take the scroll.

"Master…" Zhao Bingsheng's face was pale.

"Get up!" Ye Bei's voice was indifferent, "Heat up the cold dish, since Zhiyun and Rufan are here today, you can also move more chairs and let those two add a few more dishes… so as not to waste this wine."

"Yes!" Zhao Bingsheng's body shook slightly.

He understood very well that Ye Bei asked him to warm dishes, and asked Liu Zhiyun and Jin Rufan to cook more dishes so that after this meal, the master and servant kindness would be completely broken.

But… he did not have any qualifications to ask again.

"Yes, master!" Jin Rufan and Liu Zhiyun looked at each other. They always felt a little uneasy, but after their eyes met, they still answered in unison.

…

Soon, one among the three carried a plate of cold dishes, braved through the heavy snow and walked slowly towards the kitchen.

When their backs disappeared from sight, Ye Bei turned and sat on the stone chair.

Without waiting for the curious Wang An beside him to speak, Ye Bei had already gently spread the scroll on the stone table.

"This is…" The picture was fully exposed and expanded. After Wang An saw the painting inside, his pupils shrank and his body trembled slightly.

While Ye Bei looked at the scene in the scroll, his eyes were faint and his complexion was plain. But deep in his pupils contained a touch of unspeakable vicissitudes of life. He slowly spoke but his voice did not ripple in the slightest, "In this life, that similar flower really appeared again."