Xianghe Restaurant, in a private room!

Seven photos were placed in front of the table, and all the dishes on the table were removed to the side.

Whew......

All seven of them had already stood up.

They looked old, but their faces were extremely ruddy, and the light in their eyes was continuous, and their mouths kept inhaling heavily.

"I guess our guess was right!" After a long time, Ralph spoke, and his voice was very low: "I think that the secret we are looking for may be in the ...... of Huaxia."

"It should be!" The Greek archaeologist nodded, his face solemn.

"No one believes it, and it's just a few of us! This time, I borrowed the ancient town antique auction, hoping to find something valuable here...... The things that used to be bought at a high price were just sold! The Huaxia archaeologist spoke, his voice hoarse, his eyes bright, but there was unwillingness in the depths of his eyes, he just wanted to prove that he was right.

The rice archaeologist sighed quietly, but his eyes were full of longing: "Hmm! That's immortality...... If only that secret could be found, it would definitely be the greatest wonder in the world! I just don't know if that person is still alive! ”

Call......

When he said this, the breath in the private room seemed to be cold.

Is that person still alive?

Whew......

The seven of them, all of them once again focused their eyes on the photos on the desktop.

Those fonts ......

If you find any Chinese person, you can recognize it at a glance.

…… Holy North!

The vicissitudes of the pen are powerful!

Through these photos, it seems that you can see the passage of time and the vicissitudes of the world!

Yes...... These two words are the names that Ye Bei once used...... Ye Bei, the word Shengbei, before the endless years, he also used another word 'Sheng', but in the world, I feel that the word 'Sheng' is more complicated to carve, and I simplify it at will, and it is the same as that of later generations, which caused such a coincidence!

……

The night flies!

Ancient Street, No. 32, Gallery, Courtyard!

When the soft sun rose again in the sky, the bamboo slips that had been rearranged yesterday had all disappeared.

In the precincts, the willow tree pulls out new shoots and is full of life!

The ground is paved with a layer of bluestone slabs, except for a sheep intestine path that has been walked out, the gaps in the rest of the bluestone slabs are covered with blue-green grass buds, and the smell of wine in the air is quietly replaced by the fragrance of those grasses.

Ye Bei stood with his hands in his hands.

Looking at the white belly turned up in the sky, for a long time, he muttered softly: "Eighty years have passed!" The traces that were inadvertently left behind began to appear again...... Shengbei, no one has called these two words for a long time! ”

A breeze blew, and a white shirt fluttered in the wind.

Anyway, flick your sleeves......

Turn around and walk towards the gallery lobby.

Ye Bei came to the ancient town this time, in addition to waiting for the deceased, but also to solve some troubles......

After all, he has lived too long, in the dark, guiding the development of human civilization, throughout history, and secretly controlling everything, but there are always some trivial things that he will not have time to take care of, and every time he appears in this life, this kind of similar trouble will almost come a few times.

Gallery!

Ancient wooden table!

After Ye Bei came in, he sat quietly at the table.

Click!

Once seated, his fingers tapped lightly on the tabletop, making a small click.

…… Chirping!

The door of the gallery, which had been bolted up, slowly opened automatically.

In the early morning, the ancient street is very lively......

The vernal equinox is getting closer and closer, and it is a southerly location, with a mild climate, just the right amount of sunshine and fresh air, so that the streets are filled with more and more tourists, coming and going, in all sorts of ways.

Wang Xiu and Wang Gu haven't woken up yet, they are still asleep, and the stamina of yesterday's wine is a little big!

Ye Bei sat at the table, looking at those pedestrians with a faint gaze......

Obviously, people come and go, and it is very noisy, but when Ye Bei is watching, he feels that this world is extremely peaceful and quiet.

Ye Bei watched it for a long time!

Wow......

Ye Bei's wrist moved, and a piece of white paper was spread on the table.

Early in the morning, there was no business, and there were not even people who came in to see.

Ye Bei grinded with one hand, held a pen in the other, looked at the scenery outside, stroke by stroke, and began to sketch on the white paper seemingly randomly, with an indifferent face and a relaxed expression.

Ye Bei's movements are sometimes elegant, sometimes focused.

However, on the drawing paper, every stroke and stroke of his is just right to the core!

With the passage of time, on the blank paper, an incomparable street scene of prosperity gradually appeared.

In the painting, there are all kinds of tourists, and each person's movements and forms are not similar.

Crystal clear river channels.

Ships of all sizes.

Houses, bridges, towers.

Just ushered in the new year, draw out the new sprouts of wicker.

A small signboard placed in front of the store......

Ye Bei's painting is very casual, but in this casualness, it reveals a bit of unprecedented seriousness.

And as the painting on the white paper became clearer and clearer, Ye Bei's thoughts, at this moment, drifted away.

That year, I traveled through mountains and rivers, passing through a small town.

That year, all the people in the world were running for life and food...... In the middle of the town, it is very prosperous, and there is also a gallery inside, but business is in a depression.

In the gallery, a young man and an old man stand quietly, as if they are not visible.

The old man grinds, the young man writes, and there is no third person present.

Stroke by stroke, gently outline the ......

With the passage of time, a scroll painting quietly took shape, in which the world was displayed, depicting the living conditions and prosperity of the residents of the entire town at that time, but there was a faint hint of an indescribable depression.

"Sir! It's a long picture! ”

The old man grinded, and after a long time, he turned his head and looked at the painting, his eyes full of appreciation and admiration.

"Hmm!" Less young should.

On that day, when the young man finished painting, he saw that the old man regarded it as a treasure, so he gave the painting to the old man.

More than a thousand years have passed......

That painting has become one of the top ten famous paintings in China, and it has been rated as a national treasure-level cultural relic, hidden in the Forbidden City!

And the old man, from the Northern Song Dynasty, is named Zhang Zerui......

That painting also has a name, called: "Qingming Riverside Picture".

The gallery, the lobby, is very quiet, only Ye Bei is alone.

Twenty minutes later, the blank sheet of paper had been filled in.

The pen style is light and light.

The characters are realistic......

If someone who knows the goods is here, they will definitely be shocked when they see this painting.

Ye Bei's painting style is clearly exactly the same as the Qingming Riverside picture......

Even whether it is the brush and ink, the painting method, or the image of the characters, it is more exquisite than the Shanghe picture, far beyond the original painting.

Crash......

It's just that after the paper was drawn, Ye Bei put down the brush, raised his hand, and casually threw the drawing paper aside.

Raise your head slightly!

Outside the gallery lobby, three heads are moving.

There seems to be some hesitation.

It wasn't long before the three of them were smiling into the gallery lobby...... Aggressive.

Among them, the person who took the lead, Ye Bei was even more familiar.

"What?"

Ye Bei's eyes were leisurely, looking at the person in the lead, his voice was faint, and there was no wave in his eyes, as if it was the first time they met.

And when the three of them saw Ye Bei sitting at the table in the lobby, their bodies were shocked, and a chill rose from their hearts, as if there was no reason for fear.

Can...... There is no memory in my mind, as if I have forgotten it in the long river of years, and it is strange and familiar to it.

(PS: I recommend my second cousin's book: The Flower Soldier King of the Campus, which is very well written, and he taught me to write a book!) ）