View of Immortality, in the lobby.

Ye Bei sat quietly, not drinking tea or talking.

His eyes were quietly looking around the lobby.

The lobby area is not large.

However, there is a lot of stuff here.

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

In the painting, the sky is dark, and a group of crows are sitting on an old tree entangled with dead vines, as if they are constantly emitting a shrill cry.

The water flowed under the bridge, and smoke curled up from the houses beside the bridge.

A skinny horse on the ancient road struggled forward against the west wind, while the setting sun gradually lost its luster and set from the west.

There is no trace of any imprint on this painting.

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

When Ye Bei saw this painting, his mind wandered, and he couldn't help but remember that when he was wandering around, he once passed a small village... and met a young man who liked to write poems!

At that time, I started drawing with pen and paper on a whim.

Finally, the painting was given to the young man...

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

"Withered vines, old trees and dim crows, small bridges and flowing water, people's houses, the west wind and thin horses on the ancient roads. The sun sets in the west, and the heartbroken people are at the end of the world."

only……

No one in future generations has ever thought...

The so-called heartbroken man does not refer to Ma Zhiyuan, nor a lonely traveler, but Ye Bei, who left the village alone in the cold night with a calm and calm appearance.

I never thought that the poem actually came from a painting, and the person who painted it is still alive after countless years!

…

"Xiao An!"

Ye Bei is very quiet.

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

"master!"

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

Afterwards, there was no need for Ye Bei to speak anymore.

Wang An continued to speak: "Master! I didn't do a good job... If I had destroyed the Zhao family earlier, this kind of thing would not have happened! After this time, I will destroy the Zhao family!"

"Um!"

"Master... there was no need to let Zhao Kun go just now. That boy was too rude and should be killed!"

"Um!"

"master!……"

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

Whoosh!

However, when Wang An kept talking, Ye Bei turned his head and focused on Wang An.

The latter was startled for a moment and immediately calmed down.

"Xiao An...you are old!"

The voice was calm, as if he was recounting a fact, with a hint of vicissitudes in his tone, and his wise eyes seemed to have seen through everything.

Well……

As for Wang An, after hearing these words, his body froze, and then tears flowed uncontrollably from the corners of his eyes.

At this moment, my hair was quite pale.

He wanted to explain, but his throat was choked and he was speechless for a long time.

The old god of Kunlun Mountain...

In this world, he has always been a cold-faced and mysterious existence... But today, his image has been refreshed again and again. If anyone else had seen it, they would have been shocked from ear to ear.

Yes! I'm old... Time is not forgiving. Even the glory of the past and the various major things that shocked the world have been wiped out by the years, and few people know about it.

Old!

Everyone thinks you are easy to bully and won't live long.

When he was young, he walked out of the Kunlun Mountains and took Ye Bei's orders with him. Who in the whole world would dare to disobey?

When he was young, he could calm down a war with just one word!

When he was young, countless people knelt down, begged, and wanted to give him money and power!

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

"Master, I..."

After a long time, Wang An uttered these words.

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

Wang An wiped his tears.

He knew very well that Ye Bei did not want to see him like this.

Try to look calmer.

Trying to put a faint smile on his face: "In these years, I have been cooking and honing my cooking skills in Changshengguan every day. I am waiting for your return every day! I know you like to eat the most.

Every day, people prepare the freshest ingredients and put them here. Today, the wait has finally come, and I will cook for you now."

Sizzling...

While speaking, Wang An stood up with some difficulty.

Body rickets.

White hair.

There was even more joy in those tearful eyes.

Eighty years have passed...

He is waiting every day!

Year after year is like day after day.

It is meaningless to talk about those complicated common things at this time... He thinks too much and cares too much. After all, he is just a common man. In many cases, he cannot understand what Ye Bei is thinking in his heart.

Perhaps, those things that he cared about very much were just passing clouds in Ye Bei's view.

…

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

After decades of training, Wang An is better than many gold medal chefs in cooking.

Wearing a white apron.

The most primitive earth stove is used to light the fire...

Sizzle!

Ye Bei in the lobby could clearly hear the sizzling sound of the vegetables and oil, and smell the smoke from the burning firewood.

Thirty minutes later.

Wang An took off his apron and brought plates of sumptuous dishes to the table. When all the meals were served, the pure wooden coffee table was piled full. Every dish was Ye Bei's favorite...

"Master, it's done!"

After putting the last dish on the table, Wang An stepped aside, bowed slightly, and spoke respectfully.

"The food is delicious and my cooking skills have improved."

Ye Bei glanced at the dishes, picked up the chopsticks, but did not pick up the dishes, but said lightly.

"Yes, sir!"

Wang An lowered his head and answered softly.

Ye Bei: "Xiao An, sit down too and let's eat together!"

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

"sit down!"

"Yes!" Wang An didn't dare to be nagging anymore. He knew very well that once Ye Bei made up his mind, there would never be any change. If he was nagging anymore, he would only disappoint Ye Bei.
To be continued...