Late Qing Dynasty, East China Sea.

"Sir, I'll need some strength besides collecting those antiques! In this day and age, the situation is too turbulent, and although I have money now, I still lack some self-protection power. The young man in the cloth shirt spoke with a little hesitation in his voice.

The white-shirted young man still walked in steps, and his voice was silent.

"Sir, in the war, other countries will also frantically collect antiques, gold, this kind of thing, at any time, will not depreciate, once they know that I am doing it, and I am still a Chinese national, the result can be imagined."

The cloth-shirted young man's voice was a little hurried, and when he said this, he turned his head sideways from time to time and glanced at the white-shirted young man.

The white-shirted boy was silent.

But......

But as he walked, he gently stretched out his left hand.

The boy in the cloth shirt cast his eyes on.

Then his eyes widened......

In his sight, he clearly saw that when the white palm of the white-shirted young man spread out in the air, a cloud of light particles the size of a little thumb was suspended in it out of thin air.

The grains of light were brilliant.

There seems to be a terrifying force hidden in it......

This kind of scene is like the means of immortals.

It's just......

At this moment, no matter how dazzling the light released from this light particle is.

Only the man in the cloth shirt was paying attention to the scene......

On both sides of the street, the citizens with big cigarettes were still like puddles of mud, even if the light was like a miracle, they didn't care, all their eyes were just in the big smoke in their hands.

"What are you, sir?"

The young man in the cloth shirt was puzzled.

When the light grains are fully formed......

Only then did the white-shirted young man say lightly: "Eat it!" ”

The voice fell.

The light particles flew in the direction of the cloth-shirted boy without saying anything.

When the young man in the cloth shirt heard that, he instinctively opened his mouth and let the light particles enter it.

"It keeps you alive and keeps you young...... Of course, during this period, you can also change your age at will and become older...... However, if one day I return to this place, your life will be completely consumed, and no matter how young you look at that time, you will grow old in an instant, and within three days, the oil will run out until you die. ”

The white-shirted young man said faintly.

"Yes!"

When the young man in the cloth shirt heard it, he didn't think there was anything.

Without hesitation, he swallowed the light particles that entered his mouth completely......

The next second.

He just felt an extremely strange power spreading through his body.

Even his eyes became extremely clear in an instant...... The momentum of the whole person is changing rapidly.

"Sir, what am I?"

On the street, the boy in the cloth shirt stopped.

He clenched his fists and felt that his strength had increased more than a hundredfold...... If he wanted to, a single punch would be able to punch a hole in the wall and turn it into powder.

As long as he wants......

You can kill a sturdy cow with your hands.

Besides......

The boy also felt as if he had been reborn, and even if someone shot him at this time, he was confident enough to give the bullet to the next.

"No one can hurt you for the years to come......"

The white-shirted boy spoke leisurely.

The body of the young man in the cloth shirt was shocked.

When he looked at the white-shirted boy, he was extremely puzzled in his heart, and at the same time, he was boiling to the extreme...... He opened his mouth to plead for something, but when he thought of his mission, he chose to remain silent.

"Sir, I will do my best to accomplish what you have told me."

At last......

The boy in the cloth shirt turned a thousand words into such a sentence.

At the same time, turn around and take a step.

Re-walk the streets that look so rotten they look.

Roadside.

The people of Huaxia who were smoking big cigarettes still did not change in the slightest, their eyes were pale, and they had long given up on this era, and they had long given up on themselves.

But......

At this moment, the young man in the cloth shirt is constantly burning with confidence in his eyes.

He clenched his fist hard.

Click, click......

The knuckles are clicking, clicking.

Over time......

The two teenagers walked slowly to the end of the street!

This shirt-shirted boy ...... Naturally, he was Lu Wensheng when he was young, but in the old East China Sea, after a period of time when the white-shirted young man left, he once had another name.

Surname Du!

Name...... Yuesheng.

In the beginning......

After he Du Yuesheng gained strength, he formed his own forces, and he was extremely public, and he didn't pay attention to anything...... At the same time, he used his power to collect antiques, and even wanted to save this declining country for a while.

It's a pity......

The general trend is not something that he can reverse alone.

Over time.

In that era......

He Du Yuesheng also had a favorite person.

I also had close friends.

But the final result, without exception, was all watching them die.

Look at your loved ones......

Look at your own children.

The granddaughters left one by one.

Or go abroad......

The bustling end.

In the end, he was left alone, still alive!

This kind of feeling, if you don't experience it yourself, will definitely not understand it, you will not understand.

Maybe it's living too long.

Du Yuesheng gradually began to change his thoughts.

He didn't think about saving a country anymore, but went along with the general trend......

He's just trying to make the street better.

Even......

With the passage of time, in that flamboyant era, the rumors about Du Yuesheng are also dying out little by little.

Afterward......

He changed his name to Lu Wensheng.

He named the street where he lived the Temple of Literature......

In order to store the antiques that you have collected properly...... Before changing his name, he used his last bit of influence to make the entire Temple of Literature start an antique business.

Growing older.

It brings an improvement in the state of mind......

Until now.

In the Temple of Literature, no matter what foreigners are making trouble, no matter how big something happens, he will not be touched in the slightest.

He understands it very well.

I'm getting old......

It can't change this era.

The only thing to do was to wait quietly in the Wensheng antique shop, waiting for the gentleman.

And today......

Finally, as he wished, the person he was waiting for finally came.

Can......

He had been waiting for people for hundreds of years, and as soon as he came, someone made trouble in front of this door.

"Did Lao Tzu let you in?"

on the streets.

The earth dog carried a baseball bat and roared again.

The voice just fell.

This time, without the slightest hesitation, he carried a baseball bat and rushed in the direction of Ye Bei......

"You ......"

Lu Wensheng turned around.

The old gaze, after seeing this scene, was instantly occupied by anger.

This guy ...... It's really looking for death!

(End of chapter)