90,000 Years of Longevity

In the inner courtyard, Wang Gu was still walking back and forth.

Two hours had passed since his Old Master asked him to leave, now, the sky was completely dim, the air in the inner courtyard was also getting colder.

"The Old Master is too told, should I go in and see?" It was not known how many steps Wang Gu took back and forth, his voice was a little anxious.

"That young man is very strange, he is so young, but he gives me a feeling of an old man…" He frowned slightly as his voice was a bit dissatisfied.

"Forget it, I can't let this go on anymore, if something happens to the Old Master, I can't really shirk the blame." He halted his step, his decision was also made.

He lifted his foot and walked towards the small wooden door.

Standing in front of the door, he stopped again, hesitating for a moment.

Finally, he gritted his teeth and extended out his hand, and slowly pushed the wooden door open.

…

"He was my attendant." In the gallery, Ye Bei's voice was faint, his complexion was calm as if he was just telling a simple and normal thing.

But Wang Xiu's heart was already full of stormy waves.

He just guessed that when he saw Ye Bei's authentic calligraphy and painting, and then saw his face that had not aged for eighty years, he just said casually… but he did not expect Ye Bei to admit it so generously.

That answer was really incredible. It even made Wang Xiu feel that his entire head became dizzy.

In front of him, this young man was really an old friend from eighty years ago?

Moreover, had he really met Wang Xizhi, and even that ancestor of his, Wang Xizhi, was his attendant?

If someone else said something like this, Wang Xiu would never believe it, and would never let that person go.

However, when he got the answer from the young boy in front of him, Wang Xiu's head was hot, and he chose to believe it, but he couldn't help and asked again, ��Guest, is what you said true?"

"It's true." Ye Bei's voice was faint.

"Eighty years ago, you asked me to paint… was that on purpose?" Wang Xiu asked again.

"You look like an old friend." Ye Bei whispered.

In fact, when Ye Bei passed through this Ancient Town eighty years ago, when he first saw Wang Xiu, he already knew that he was a descendant of Wang Xizhi. At that time, it was a momentary interest that allowed Wang Xiu to paint and therefore forged this fate.

After Wang Xiu heard this, he could not help it anymore.

He had heard many stories from Ye Bei, but he had never of such secrets. The young man in front of him had lived in an era with his ancestors.

The more he thought about it, the weirder it became, the more he thought about it, the more shocking it was, sweat dripped from his wrinkled forehead.

"Ancestor!"

Thump!

His body was trembling.

In the end, his old body knelt down directly behind Ye Bei with a thump.

Ye Bei heard this voice but did not respond.

Although his face was younger, like a tender boy, but this Wang Xiu, as a junior, knelt to himself, there was nothing wrong with it, and he could bear it.

Creak!

The moment Wang Xiu's knees were on the ground, the small wooden door connecting to the backyard was pushed open with a creak.

Wang Gu was standing at the door.

When he heard Wang Xiu's voice, and saw this abnormal scene, his whole body was like being electrocuted.

His father… called a young man ancestor? He even knelt down… this, his old father was not confused, right?

Thinking of this, Wang Gu's complexion turned red and white.

He ran over quickly, grabbed Wang Xiu's arm, and shouted anxiously, "Old Master, please sober up, what are you doing? How old are you now?"

But Wang Xiu shook off Wang Gu's hand and murmured, "Little Gu, kneel down."

"Old Master?" Wang Gu was stunned, he was completely unable to understand.

Wang Xiu shouted again, "Kneel down." Although he was old, his powerful aura remained unabated.

Thump!

Wang Gu's legs softened and his complexion kept changing. Finally, he knelt on the ground, looking at Ye Bei, and then at Wang Xiu. His head was completely blank, however, when the corner of his eye was out of sight, he swept past two pieces of paper on the ground, at that moment, his eyes suddenly widened.

"Ancestor, the younger generation has something to ask." Wang Xiu knelt on the ground, begging in a low voice.

Ye Bei shook his head and said nothing.

"Ancestor…?" Wang Xiu was unwilling. He originally wanted Ye Bei to teach him how to write calligraphy, but he did not expect Ye Bei would refuse without even listening.

Ye Bei only then spoke, his voice indifferent, "This piece of calligraphy and painting, are enough."

Wang Xiu was shocked, his eyes were full of regret.

Yes, Ye Bei was writing and painting in front of him just now, but he was just shocked and didn't pay any attention at all.

That opportunity… once missed, it would be missed forever.

"Get up." Ye Bei said again, "The calligraphy and painting are for you, this shop belongs to me."

Wang Gu's eyes were originally on the calligraphy and painting.

But after hearing this, he suddenly recovered and yelled unconsciously, "Although our shop has no business, it is a century-old brand, and the location is in the Ancient Town. Do you know how much it's worth? The antique opposite once gave out 8 million, but we did not sell it. With this fake calligraphy and painting just written, you want to bluff my Old Master?"

Ye Bei did not look upset after hearing this, he had never liked having too many entanglements with this layman.

Once Wang Xiu painted a picture for him, he returned one today.

"Shut up! Little Gu…" As expected, Wang Gu's voice just fell, and Wang Xiu scolded him, then ignoring Wang Gu's awkward appearance, he slammed his head down to the ground deeply, "Old ancestor! Your calligraphy and painting are priceless; the younger generations are worthless. The value of this shop is definitely not worth it. Not so… as long as the ancestor is here for one day, let Little Gu serve the ancestor for one day, is that okay?"

That old voice was hoarse and very sincere.

Ye Bei naturally noticed how Wang Xiu made this calculation. He just wanted to give Wang Gu a qualification to became a famous historical master, so he would one day be famous forever.

It happened that he was missing a servant by his side. Ye Bei did not refuse but lightly nodded, which was regarded as an agreement.

But how could Wang Gu accept this?

"Father, what are you doing? This is too confusing!" Wang Gu could not help but stand up directly from the ground, his face pale.

"Little Gu, you should go and appraise the calligraphy and painting first." Wang Xiu was surprisingly calm this time, and he slowly stood up without scolding but said something like this to his son.

Wang Gu was full of doubts and anger.

He took a deep look at Ye Bei.

His Old Master was too old, so he did not dare to disobey, worried that something might happen accidentally.

He obediently put on his presbyopic glasses, picked up the magnifying glasses, and spread the calligraphy and painting on the table casually, then began to appraise it seriously with his professional level.

Ten minutes later.

Wang Gu's forehead was full of cold sweat…

In his eyes, all were horrified and shocked.