90,000 Years of Longevity

In the gallery, Ye Bei turned around and looked at Wang Xiu quietly.

There was white hair, there were also wrinkles and furrows on that face.

His whole person looked very fragile, his eye sockets were also hollow, like a candle in the wind, it would go out at any time.

But in those dim eyes, there was a light of hope.

Longevity, in the eyes of the layman, was the most precious treasure, even a saint could not let go of it, they would try to live forever.

Only Ye Bei knew.

What kind of curse was it to live countless years!

Why did he live forever?

Why were all the gods and Buddhas disappeared but he was still there?

The mystery of longevity was also what Ye Bei had pursued in the endless years, he also wanted to know the answer.

"There is no way to extend life in this world." For a long time, looking at the dying old man in front of him, Ye Bei was no longer reserved this time, his voice was cold and unceremonious.

"Yes, old ancestor. Your room is in the backyard, this junior will go to prepare it now, and I will leave with Little Gu tomorrow." The corner of Wang Xiu's eyes flashed with disappointment, and then he bent down and retreated respectfully. He did not dare to ask anymore, he also knew in his heart that longevity was the secret and the most precious wealth, so it was impossible for people to share it with him.

Moreover, this matter was also too abrupt for him, if the way of extending life really existed, the world would have been messed up long ago.

But if it did not exist, why could Ye Bei survive forever?

How could he hold a portrait and come here again after eighty years, looking for a person?

Wang Xiu couldn't figure it out, he couldn't guess it either.

Creak…

He pushed the door and walked to the backyard.

Whoosh!

A cold breeze blew, Wang Xiu paused and looked up.

"Sigh!" Looking at the bright moonlight, he could not help but think back to his own life, with loss and laughter, and in the end all turned into a long sigh.

The years were rushing, and the heroes were also exhausted.

Even if he was once handsome and talented, so what about it? In the end, all of it would still be buried in the soil.

…

Opposite gallery, in an antique shop.

At this moment, the door of this antique shop was also closed tightly.

Inside, near the Eight Immortals table, there were three people, an old man, and two young people. (A/N: It's an old-fashioned square table to seat eight people.)

The old man's eyes were as sharp as eagle's, his hair was gray, and he was wearing a red jacket, just sitting there gave people a feeling of not being close.

Among the two young people, one person had short hair, fierce eyes, his complexion was as pale as paper, looking lifeless, but his arms were abnormally sturdy.

The other person was a young man with yellow hair, studded earrings, and stylishly dressed, his eyes revealed arrogance and proudness.

When the three were sitting together, the surrounding air seemed to have become a lot colder.

There was a bit of corpse energy on their bodies. If someone with a discerning eye was here, he could probably see through it at a glance.

The three of them were clearly tomb robbers.

"Old Wu, are you sure that under that gallery is Wang Xizhi's cemetery?" Among them, the short-haired young man had blinking eyes and a questioning voice.

"Qitian, how can I lie to you about this matter? The Kunlun Mountain incident, do you know?" Old Wu's full name was Wu Sanri. This old guy once claimed that there was no tomb in this world that could not be stolen within three days after construction started. Speaking of Kunlun Mountain, his eyes were full of heat.

"You are talking about the Kunlun Mountain Old Immortal incident? Of course, I've heard about it. Just three days ago, the Old Immortal went down the mountain and wiped out the Zhao Family overnight. There were 899 people in the family, whether it is a direct line or a sideline, all of them could not escape death. This matter has been spread long ago, but it has been suppressed by the government. Except for the upper-class folks, ordinary people don't know about it. But what does this have to do with Wang Xizhi's tomb?" Qitian, his full name was Zhang Qitian. He was a daring guy, every time he went to a tomb, he would always be the first one to rush. At this moment, he frowned slightly and said very seriously.

Old Wu smiled and looked at the yellow-haired young man next to him, "Shengcheng, how about you?"

Shengcheng's full name was Pan Shengcheng, don't look at his stylish look, regarding the tomb robbery, he was definitely an expert, and he had been in this circle all the year round. He was very familiar with many things and was the fastest to get news.

Hearing Old Wu's question, Pan Shengcheng thought for a while, and his expression quickly became cautious, "What you said… could it be about the canyon of the Kunlun Mountain? Back then, professor Xu and the others went there for archaeology. It was very crazy that time, he was crazy about seeking immortality, and he's still receiving treatment in a mental hospital now."

"Is there really such thing?" Zhang Qitian felt incredible.

However, Old Wu smiled mysteriously, "Shengcheng is right. It happened seven days ago, on the same day, the country sent a helicopter to pick Professor Xu and his team out. Countless national treasure-level archaeologists searched overnight. On the surface, they could not find anything, but in fact, one of the archaeologists is an old friend of mine and we have a fateful relationship. He got a piece of an ancient scroll in the canyon, it clearly records that No. 32 Ancient Street is the location of Wang Xizhi's tomb, which contains a lot of authentic relics. After the event is completed, we only need to divide 30 percent of the share."

Zhang Qitian widened his eyes, "Old Wu, I did not understand before why did you want to buy the gallery here... in the end, you could not buy the gallery from that old man, but got this antique shop instead. You're really calculative…"

"The way you do thing is thoughtful and attentive, you deserve to be Old Wu. We have cooperated for so many years, and you only talked about this today, this is too unkind, even treating us as outsiders." Pan Shengcheng also spoke.

Hu, hu…

However, when these words fell, the room was suddenly extremely quiet.

Wu Sanri leaned on the chair, his eyes lightly closed.

When Pan Shengcheng and Zhan Qitian saw him not answering, their eyes widened and kept rolling.

Wang Xizhi's tomb!

Countless authentic relics!

It must be known that in this modern era, Wang Xizhi's authentic works had long been fired into sky-high prices.

If this tomb was really dug out, how much would they earn?

In one hour, inside the room, the atmosphere was silent. After an hour passed, Zhang Qitian spoke.

"Operate!" He just simply gave out such a word.

"Operate" Pan Shengcheng also followed suit.

"Very good. After the event is completed, you can take an authentic work as a reward. Before the event is completed, this secret definitely can't be allowed to be passed on, otherwise I will let him disappear directly. Now, let's discuss the plan." Wu Sanri opened his eyes as they flashed fiercely, but soon returned to normal, "There are two plans at present. First, start digging in our courtyard and hollow out there… Second, tomorrow, we go to the other side, and we'll make sure to take that shop off."

…

"Tomb robbers."

However, when Wu Sanri, Zhang Qitian, and Pan Shengcheng was discussing how to dig out Wang Xizhi's tomb, they did not know at all that, just across from them, in their target gallery, a young man in a white gown stood with his hands behind his back, looking at one of the paintings which contained the unbroken chain of mountain peaks, whispering softly in his mouth.