The concept of eternal life, in the lobby.

Ye Bei sat quietly, did not drink tea, did not speak.

His eyes were quietly looking through the lobby.

The lobby is small in size.

But there's a lot going on here.

On the wall directly opposite Ye Bei, there is a landscape painting.

In the painting, the sky is dark, and a flock of crows land on an old tree entwined with dead vines, as if they are constantly making a terrible wail.

The water under the small bridge is rattling, and the smoke of the villagers by the small bridge is curling.

On the ancient road, a lean horse struggled against the west wind, while the setting sun gradually lost its luster and set in the west.

There is no trace of this painting.

But at first glance, it is an incomparably precious antique.

When he saw this painting, Ye Bei's heart fluttered, and he couldn't help but remember that when he was wandering around, he once passed through a small village...... I met a teenager who likes to write poetry!

At that time, on a whim, pen and paper were drawn.

In the end, he gave the painting to the young man......

Many years later, when the boy grew up, he saw things and thought about people, and wrote down a small order that has been passed down through the ages.

"Withered vines and old trees, faint crows, small bridges and flowing water, ancient roads and west wind thin horses. The sun is setting, and the heartbroken man is at the end of the world. ”

It's just that......

No one in the future thought about it......

The so-called heartbroken man did not refer to Ma Zhiyuan, nor was he a lonely traveler, but Ye Bei's breezy appearance when he left the village alone in that cold night.

I didn't expect that the poem was actually from a painting, and the person who painted it is still alive after countless years!

……

"Xiao An!"

Yebei is very quiet.

His thoughts drifted far away, and after a long time, he slowly came back to his senses and shouted softly.

"Sir!"

Wang An, who was kneeling on the ground, trembled.

Subsequently, there was no need for Ye Bei to speak.

Wang An continued: "Master! It's that I'm not doing a good job...... If I had destroyed the Zhao family earlier, this would not have happened! After this time, I will destroy the Zhao family! ”

"Hmm!"

"Sir...... There was actually no need to let Zhao Kun go just now, that kid was too rude, he should be killed! ”

"Hmm!"

"Sir! ……”

Wang An was still continuing, and what happened to Zhao Kun just now made him very uneasy.

Swish!

It's just that just when Wang An kept talking, Ye Bei turned his head and set his eyes on Wang An's body.

The latter was slightly stunned and immediately quieted down.

"Xiao An...... You're old! ”

The voice was calm, as if he was telling a fact, and there was a bit of vicissitudes in his tone, and in those wise eyes, it was more like he had seen through everything.

Belch......

As for Wang An, after hearing this, his body was stunned, and then old tears couldn't stop flowing from the corners of his eyes.

At this moment, the hair was a lot paler.

He wanted to explain, his throat choked, and he couldn't speak for a long time.

The old fairy of Kunlun Mountain......

has always been a cold-faced, ruthless, and mysterious existence in this world...... But today, his image has been refreshed again and again, and if anyone else saw it, it is estimated that he would have been so shocked that he couldn't close his mouth.

Oh, yes! Old...... The years are unforgiving, and even the glory of the past, and the various major events that shocked the world, have been erased by the years, and few people know.

Old!

Everyone thinks you're a bully, and you won't live long.

When he was young, he walked out of Kunlun Mountain, with Ye Bei's order, the whole world, who would dare not obey?

Once when he was young, he could quell a war with a single word!

When he was young, countless people knelt and begged, wanting to send him money and power!

Where is it like now, being bullied to the door, or is it a junior?

"Master, I ......"

After a long time, Wang An spit out such words.

"That painting is good! It's beautiful...... Xiao An, I'm hungry, I haven't eaten your food for a long time, I don't know if your craftsmanship is still there! Ye Bei looked down at Wang An and muttered in his voice.

Wang An wiped his tears.

He knew very well that Ye Bei didn't want to see him like this.

Try to make yourself look calmer.

Trying to squeeze a faint smile out of his face: "Yes, over the years, every day I have been cooking in the Changshengguan by myself, honing my cooking skills, and waiting for your return every day, master!" I know your favorite dish, every day there are people to prepare the freshest ingredients here, this day, finally waited, I will cook for you now. ”

Zizi ......

As he spoke, Wang An stood up with some difficulty.

The body is rickety.

Gray hair.

In those tear-glittering eyes, there was more joy.

It's been 80 years......

He waits every day!

Year after year, day after day.

There is no point in talking about those complicated mundane things at this time...... It's that he thinks too much and cares too much, after all, he is just a layman, and in many cases, he can't understand what Ye Bei is thinking in his heart.

Perhaps, the things he cares about very much, in Ye Bei's opinion, are just passing by.

……

The white smoke is slow, and the aroma of rice is overflowing.

After practicing for decades, Wang An is better than many gold medal chefs in terms of cooking skills.

He wore a white apron.

The most primitive earthen stove is used to make a fire......

Zizizizi!

Ye Bei in the lobby could clearly hear the sizzling sound of the vegetables and oil together, as well as the faint smoke of burning firewood.

Thirty minutes later.

Wang An took off his apron and served plates of sumptuous dishes to the table, when all the meals were served, the pure wood coffee table was piled up, and each dish was Ye Bei's favorite food......

"Master, it's done!"

After putting the last dish on it, Wang An stepped aside, bent down slightly, and spoke in a respectful tone.

"The food is good-looking, and the cooking skills have also improved."

Ye Bei glanced at these dishes, picked up the chopsticks, but picked up the dishes, but said lightly.

"Yes, sir!"

Wang An lowered his head and replied softly.

Ye Bei: "Xiao An, you also sit down and eat together!" ”

"Master, I'm ......" Wang An hesitated.

"Sit down!"

"Yes!" Wang An didn't dare to be verbose anymore, he knew very well that once Ye Bei made up his mind, there would definitely be no change, and if he was long-winded, he would only disappoint Ye Bei.

Sitting down tremblingly, Wang An did not move the chopsticks, but took the initiative to pick up the vegetables for Ye Bei.

It's just that at this time, Ye Bei slowly spoke: "It's a pity, I like a lot of dishes, your cooking skills are not bad, but one person can't do it all......"

The voice fell, and Wang An, who was holding the dishes, suddenly changed his complexion.

Poof!

Kneeling down with a thud, his body couldn't help but tremble.

This move surprised Ye Bei, because he just felt it and sighed casually.

But in Wang An's eyes, things are not so simple, and there are many people who have followed Ye Bei......

Ye Bei has a hobby, he has lived for too long, he likes too few things, only food, which has not changed for tens of thousands of years, so he is used to letting everyone who follows him learn to cook well.

Everyone will cook a few dishes that Ye Bei likes to eat......

But today, he is the only one!

The concept of immortality made such a big commotion...... Those people haven't appeared yet!! Could it be that they ...... All attempted mutiny?