90,000 Years of Longevity

Ye Bei's voice was very weak.

From beginning to end, he stood there peacefully...

When he said this, he faintly exuded an inaccessible majestic aura.

Outside the pavilion, the direct descendants of the Zhao Family discovered another terrible thing!

The person that Old Master was kneeling to was not the Old Immortal, but the young man who looked only sixteen or seventeen in a white gown instead?

"Who is he?"

"Old Master, call that young man... Master?"

"Is this really our Old Master?"

"This is hard to believe!"

Countless doubts appeared in the hearts of those direct descendants.

But at this time, no one dared to stand up. They didn't have the courage, nor did they dare.

Even the snipers who were hiding in the dark, holding their sniper guns, and were aiming at Ye Bei and Wang An. When they saw this scene, no matter how strong their psychological qualities, their complexions were extremely pale, and they all held their guns unsteadily, constantly wiping the cold sweat on their foreheads.

"Well, Bingsheng, I haven't eaten your cooking for a long time, I quite miss it!" Ye Bei didn't pay any attention to those around him, he only looked at Zhao Bingsheng, opened his mouth, and continued.

"Master! If you like it, the old slave will do it!" Zhao Bingsheng supported the ground with one hand, his legs were numb, and stood up with difficulty.

Except for the vicissitudes of life, all of his eyes were aging.

At this moment, there was no difference between him and an ordinary old man.

However, after standing up, when Zhao Bingsheng's gaze swept towards Zhao Changcun, his eyes were sharp, "Changcun, and all of you are going to the outer courtyard. No one is allowed to come in without my order... do you hear me?"

The tone was very strong and there was no room for bargaining.

Next to him, when Wang An heard this, murderous intent passed by in a flash, it had already come to this, but Zhao Bingsheng hadn't planned to give up yet.

Ye Bei was still indifferent, the corners of his mouth raised slightly with a gentle smile.

Zhao Changcun wanted to stand up and persuade Zhao Bingsheng to take action, but after seeing Zhao Bingsheng's sharp gaze, his heart trembled with bright light in his pupils. After reacting, he immediately yelled at the direct descendants who didn't want to leave, "Did you not hear what the Old Master said? Anyone who dares to disturb the old man will be handled accordingly by the family law..."

Zhao Changcun led the people back.

Zhao Bingsheng went to the kitchen shaking soul.

In the pavilion, only Ye Bei and Wang An remained.

"Master, Zhao Bingsheng told those people to leave, obviously to give them a chance to escape and arrange people to deal with us... In addition, it also made our two goals more obvious. He clearly has ulterior motives!" Wang An was a little anxious and couldn't help it anymore. He gritted his teeth and said to Ye Bei.

"I know." Ye Bei replied softly.

Wang An's voice became more and more urgent, and when he spoke, he kept looking around, "Master, they have guns, and even other large weapons... The technological development is so fast, those weapons are very powerful, and they can even wipe out the entire manor with it."

"Yeah!" Ye Bei said lightly.

Wang An begged, "Master... Zhao Bingsheng is really tired of living! Let's leave, or, I can call someone over and raze this place to flat ground instead?"

"Sit." However, when Ye Bei heard this, he did not answer him but said such a word coldly.

In the inner courtyard, in the pavilion...

In the middle, there was a bluestone table. On all sides of the table, there were four stone chairs.

Ye Bei flicked his clothes, took a step forward, and sat down on the stone chair... Slightly raised his head, looking at the direction of the manor kitchen quietly.

Wang An was anxious on the side, but without Ye Bei's order, he didn't dare to act rashly.

...

Three-Legged Dragon Manor.

In a private kitchen.

Although the times were changing... all kinds of kitchen utensils had been comprehensively improved.

But this private kitchen still used an earthen stove and typical firewood.

"Cough, cough!" Zhao Bingsheng's body crouched, his movements were a little strange and he burned the firewood. The thick smoke choked him into coughing. After several minutes, he finally made the firewood well. There was no joy on his face, only a sigh, " After all, I'm already old! In the past, how could making this firewood was so difficult, I could just raise my hand and everything would be done in a flash..."

Whoosh...

The firewood was ready and the bright red flame as beating.

The smoke cleared...

There was a strange and familiar scent in the kitchen.

Wash the vegetables! Cut vegetables! Place the pot...

After many years, relying on the memory that was about to fade...

After more than twenty minutes, Zhao Bingsheng finally made three dishes of Ye Bei's favorite side dish.

Braised pork with dark red sauce, fried bitter melon, and seaweed soup.

He found a tray and carefully put the three dishes on it, with the crutches clamped in the armpits, he held the tray with both hands, and walked towards the pavilion in the inner courtyard!

"Master, the dishes are ready! They are all the dishes you like to eat back then! This old slave remembers them!" When he walked to the bluestone table, he put down the tray and placed the three dishes into a triangle. Zhao Bingsheng squeezed a natural smile on his face.

"Where are the chopsticks and rice?" When Zhao Bingsheng's voice had just come to an end, Wang An asked him unceremoniously.

Huh?

Zhao Bingsheng was taken aback for a moment, he ignored Wang An, patted his own head, and looked at Ye Bei, "Master, it is the negligence of this old slave. I am too old, and I can't remember many things. I always like to leave things behind... This old slave will go to steam the rice and get chopsticks! By the way, this old slave has hidden some good wines over the years and has not been willing to drink it. The old slave will prepare it!"

After that, Zhao Bingsheng took the crutch from his armpits, held it with both hands, propped them on the ground, and turned to leave.

"Just prepare chopsticks and wine… there's no need for rice!" Ye Bei suddenly spoke.

"Yes, sir!" Zhao Bingsheng nodded, then left again.

Sitting on the stone chair, the more Wang An thought about it, the more he didn't understand, "Master, this old slave can't figure it out... Zhao Bingsheng forgot how to cook, even some of the most basic things, but he was very clever in calculations. There is nothing to talk about at all, we can just kill him directly."

"Death is a way of punishment. But it is definitely not the best way." Ye Bei looked at the three dishes and murmured.

These three dishes are enough to show that Zhao Bingsheng had taken care of it... Although the color was dim, the fragrance was constantly wafting, and the steam was full of appetite. The plates on which the dishes were placed were made of colorful colored glaze. Each of them was all valuable and priceless.

After listening, Wang An was still puzzled, but when he saw Zhao Bingsheng returning tremblingly with wine and chopsticks, he immediately fell silent and stopped speaking.

"Master! Here come the chopsticks, and I will pour the wine for you." Zhao Bingsheng came, set the chopsticks on the table, placed the wine glass, opened the wine bottle, and then respectfully said to Ye Bei.

"All right." Ye Bei nodded, his voice was very soft.