90,000 Years of Longevity

Peaceful Restaurant, Auction House.

Those dignitaries who came were obviously shocked by the first auction item.

The woman who presided over the auction saw it and was quite satisfied with the atmosphere, her voice soft, and then she continued, "This pearl is nameless, but I think if you guys here buy it and give it to your girlfriend, she will definitely be very happy. At the same time, you can also give this unique pearl a unique name. The starting price of this unnamed pearl is 10 million Yuan."

Ten million?

This price was only a little high for a few people on the scene.

But most people could easily afford it.

"Eleven million."

Someone spoke, it was a luxuriously dressed woman, the moment she saw the pearl, her eyes kept shining as if she was completely attracted to it.

"Thirteen million."

Someone spoke again, this time it was a middle-aged man, but beside him was a beautifully dressed woman. The woman's eyes were full of light, pulling the man's arm from time to time as though she was acting like a baby.

"Fifteen million."

Just at the beginning, the price of this pearl began to soar all the way.

Those people seemed to have forgotten that there was a lantern that was hung out in the first private room at the beginning.

But…

Someone was smarter.

The most typical of them was Young Master Wu and his father in the second room. Although they were initially shocked by the pearl and they couldn't help but want to make a move.

However, in the end, reason prevailed.

When the people below were bidding, the two people found paper and pen, and quietly wrote the names of the bidders one by one. When they could not figure out someone's name, they would take out their mobile phones and directly take pictures of those people. contemporary romance

If those people knew that the Wu Family they were afraid of was doing such a thing, they would definitely vomit blood on the spot.

...

"Meeting purple stone again. It's also a kind of fate."

When there was constant bidding outside, the price of the nameless pearl had quietly increased to 30 million, and countless people were sweating on their foreheads. In the first room, Ye Bei was sitting on a chair leisurely, he did not care at all, and muttered softly in his mouth.

He moved his eyes away from the purple stone and looked at the Ancient Street through another window.

At the spring equinox, everything recovered.

For other places, the vernal equinox might just represent a certain day of the year.

But for the Ancient Town, it was a traditional festival. Although it was still early, red lanterns had already been lit up outside the stores. Some men and women in national costumes sang and danced.

Looking far away, Ye Bei saw this scene, the image in his mind shifted, what appeared in his mind was an interesting event that had nothing to do with it.

That day, dressed in white, the young man traveled through the mountains and rivers.

It was still early, there was an old woman, her eyes were cloudy, but she kept grinding an iron bar on a stone.

With his hands on his back, the young man looked quietly. There was no expression on his face, but his pupils were very deep.

The woman was very serious, and in a blink of an eye, the sky was over.

The young man stepped forward with a faint voice, "Grind the iron bar or the stone?"

The woman stopped, stretched out her sleeves, wiped the sweat beads on her forehead, turned around and looked at the teenager, her eyes were not clear, her cheeks were wrinkled, her mouth sighed, "The years are hard, I just take this to pass the time and wait for an old friend."

After the young man listened, he remained silent for a long time, "As long as the iron bar is ground every day, it will become thinner and thinner, and the stone will gradually be smoothed out. One day, everything will disappear, but what if the old friend does not appear?"

"It's always good to have a thought, the iron bar can be changed, and the stone can be found again." The woman replied.

Hearing the words, the young man stayed quietly by the river, letting the years go by.

During that time, many tourists passed here, but the young man gradually realized that whenever someone asked, the woman gave different answers. The freshest thing in the young man's memory was that... a famous boy passed by.

The boy was puzzled, and asked, "Old granny, what are you doing with that iron bar?"

"I'm grinding the needle." The woman replied.

The boy asked in surprise, "Oh. How can such a big iron bar be ground into needles?"

"As long as you grind the iron bar every day, you can always grind it finer and finer. Are you afraid that you won't be able to grind the needle?" The woman replied with a smile.

The boy grew up, became a famous poet, and passed this experience to the world, forming a logical proverb: As long as the skill is deep, the iron bar can be ground into a needle.

As the years shifted, later generations hailed him as a poetry immortal, and the boy had another name. His courtesy name was Taibai, and he was also known as Hermit of Green Lotus, as for his legendary name, it was called "the Banished Immortal". His real name was Li Bai. (A/N: Li Bi was one of the most famous Chinese poets in the Tang Dynasty.)

Many years later, the young man in the white robe met Li Bai again.

The two people talked happily on top of a tall building. Li Bai wrote a poem: 'the dangerous building is a hundred feet high, and the stars can be picked by hand. Don't dare to speak loudly, for fear of shocking the heavens.' It's a pity that the boy who used to be in his twilight years did not remember that the young man in the white robe he once saw by the river was the same person. He wrote this poem just to express his emotion of the young man's celestial spirit and aura, which was untouched by the world.

The young man in the white robe stopped by the river for ten years.

Spring comes, spring goes, flowers go and flowers bloom, like repeating day after day.

But finally...

The iron bar disappeared, the stones were also flat.

The woman turned into a handful of loess, even the tombstone was left, and no one knew her name.

The young man shook his head and realized a little bit. As he walked away in the middle of the night, his index finger moved slightly. Under the dim night, the smoothed stone turned into a purple stone and placed it on the loess, the night sky also shone with translucent light.

His thoughts came to this but came to nothing.

"The screams of monkeys on either band had scarcely ceased echoing in my ear, when my skiff had left behind it ten thousand mountain ranges." In the Private Room No. 1, Ye Bei quietly returned to his senses and sighed softly.

...

At the same time, outside the private room, Ralph was wearing a white robe with a soft smile on his face.

"Mr. Ralph." The girl was slightly surprised when she saw Ralph, but she still shouted in a clear voice.

"En." Ralph nodded, and flashed past the girl sideways, stepped forward, stretched out his hand, and prepared to knock on the door.

However, at this moment, the girl suddenly thought of what Ye Bei had just said, and immediately stopped her, "Mr. Ralph, the guests inside said just now, if someone comes to him, let me tell you something."

"Oh?" Ralph was taken aback.

The girl truthfully conveyed, "He said: the answer you are looking for does not exist, and there are some people you can't touch."

Ralph listened, his eyelids jerked.

The heat in his eyes increased again, and a certain question in his heart seemed to have found its answer.

"I know." However, when facing the girl, Ralph quickly calmed his mind. He walked to the door and stretched out his hand again.

Creak!

Only this time, before his hand touched, the door opened automatically with a squeak.

In the private room, a boy in a white shirt sat with his back facing away, with long hair like shawl, like a celestial from the ninth heaven.

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