A 00-year-old man meets online love in person. I am really a post-XNUMXs

Chapter 118 Shocked, is there really an old immortal in the painting?
In the evening, Mr. Qin, Mr. Peng, and Mr. Nangong were sitting in the yard.

The younger generations of Qin and Peng's families left after seeing that the two old men were in good health.

After all, it is impossible to stay in Yun Mo's villa forever.

Actually, they also wanted to stay, but were driven away by Mr. Qin and Mr. Peng.

He also specifically instructed that unless there was something important, Yun Mo should not be disturbed casually.

Yun Mo walked into the yard, and the three people immediately stood up stiffly.

"Please sit down!" Yun Mo waved his hand, indicating that they didn't need to be so restrained.

Yun Mo sat on a stone bench and said, "You have also seen your master, so why are you still hanging around here?"

The three old men laughed shamelessly.

"Master, you sent us away after just a few days. It's okay to say what your senior brother said, but we are old and won't live long. Don't you want us to accompany you more?" Old Master Qin said.

Nangong Wen’s life span must have been far longer than those two people’s.

But Mr. Qin and Mr. Peng are still mortals after all.

Yun Mo glared at Qin Dingguo and said, "Haha, you two, as long as you don't commit suicide, you can basically live another ten years without any problem. When you are about to die, get out of the way. It's best not to die in front of me."

The three old men laughed.

This is their master, a typical person with a sharp tongue but a soft heart.

He clearly didn't want his old friends to leave him, but he still said that.

After a while, Yun Feifei brought over three cups of tea.

"Grandpa Nangong, there are people waiting for you outside!" Yun Feifei said to Nangong Wen, "It seems to be the group of people from noon!"

When she just went out of the villa, she saw several bodyguards of those old men from Beijing waiting outside the villa.

Still haven't given up.

I hope Nangong Wen can go back to the capital to reminisce about the past.

It has been fifty or sixty years, and the longing over there is no less than that over here.

"Don't bother with them. If they want to wait outside the villa, just wait. Let them sleep in the car by themselves when the time comes!" Nangong Wen complained.

After taking a sip of tea, Yun Mo said to Nangong Wen, "You haven't seen each other for decades?"

"Yes!" Nangong Wen nodded.

"Then let's go!" Yun Mo looked at Nangong Wen meaningfully.
In order to cultivate immortality, I had to give up everything.

But by that time, everything had been paved to pave the way for my family.

I can be said to have a clear conscience.

I just don't have time for them.

But the minds of later generations are really weird. They have to prove themselves? And then get recognition? And then disappear in the end?

What caused Yun Feifei to live such a life?

Yun Feifei said that his grandfather Yun Shan even changed his name on his ID card in order to avoid being found by those people back then.

Only family members know Yunshan’s real name.

At that time, I lied to Yun Feifei's father and said that our family has an enemy and this name must not be told to outsiders.

After Yun Mo's path to becoming an immortal was interrupted, he returned with a sense of guilt, thinking that he could come out and enjoy family happiness with his many sons, grandchildren, and great-grandchildren.

But I didn't expect that I almost became a family without a son.

It made him really want to dig out his son's body and beat him severely with a whip.

Let’s talk about Nangong Wen.

Yun Mo can put aside the worldly world and practice, but Nangong Wen doesn't need to.

Nangong Wen’s talent is not that good. If he had not been so passionate about overthrowing the pigtails, Yun Mo would not have made an exception and accepted him as his disciple.

This guy is not good at anything, but he has very strong perseverance.

Back then in the Snowy Mountains, in order to find myself, I went without food or water for several days and nights, and almost died.

The path that Nangong Wen is taking now is actually the same path that Yun Mo took, but his talent determines that he is not suitable to abandon the world like Yun Mo did.

Therefore, Yun Mo hopes that he can cherish the present.

"Master, please don't try to send me away. I have been looking for you for decades and finally found you. Don't try to get rid of me." Nangong Wen said with a snort.

"I'm not leaving you behind, I just think you should go back when you have time. People are made of flesh and blood and have feelings, including me. Even if I abandon the mortal world, I still miss you in my heart." Yun Mo said earnestly, "Also, notify your disciples and ask them to gather in the Magic City. I plan to take them to a place to have some good training."

Hear this.

No matter it is Nangong Wen.

It was Qin Dingguo or Peng Dechao.

Their eyes popped out.

Especially Nangong Wen, he said excitedly, "Really? Master? You are not deliberately sending us away with this, right?"

"Haha, I deliberately sent you away? Is it necessary to do that?" Yun Mo rolled his eyes.

If he really doesn't want to see these people.

It's just a matter of words.

Yun Mo gave orders seriously, and although he had a sharp tongue, his disciples were able to understand him.

So when Yun Mo said something sharp, these people could refuse jokingly, but once Yun Mo was serious, they dared not refuse.

Nangong Wen chuckled, rolled his eyes, and said, "Then I can go back to the capital, but should I take Feifei with me?"

Peng Dechao asked, "Why did you bring Feifei over there?"

"Let's go and have fun. Feifei has never been to Beijing, right? I'll take her there to play for two days." Nangong Wen said.

Yun Mo guessed what this guy was planning.

He was afraid that I would leave without him, so he detained Yun Feifei.

He guessed that he would definitely be with Yun Feifei.

So I took Yun Feifei to the capital.

Then Yun Mo can only wait for them to come back.

"Do you want to go to Beijing for fun?" Yun Mo looked at Yun Feifei and asked.

Old Master Nangong began to coax and deceive her, "Fei Fei, I'll take you to see the courtyard house of your ancestors' palace. It's really magnificent. Aren't you going to broadcast it live? Then, you can let the netizens open their eyes. I can also take you to see the courtyard house where my master and I used to live!"

Yun Feifei was a little moved.

He really wanted to know about the past of his ancestors.

"Grandpa Nangong, aren't those cultural relics now? Can we still go and see them? If you can arrange it, I will go with you." Yun Feifei said.

"Hahaha!"

Mr. Qin and Mr. Peng.

Nangong Wen, everyone laughed.

Yun Feifei only knew the abilities of Qin Dingguo and Peng Dechao, and she didn't know that her grandfather Nangong was actually very capable as well.

But in Yun Feifei's heart, at least those old men in the capital respected him so much, it seemed that he was a capable and decent person.

She was just a little girl who only knew that those people were from the capital, and she didn't know that their identities were actually very impressive.

Or are they simply some relatives looking for Nangong Wen?

"Then let Grandpa Nangong make arrangements for you. You can go and play with grandpa for two days, okay?" Nangong Wen said.

Anyway, Yun Feifei’s live broadcast can be done both outdoors and indoors.

During this time, the live broadcast was always in Shanghai, and it was inside the villa.

It’s okay to change the taste occasionally.

Yun Feifei nodded and said, "Okay, I'll go play with Grandpa Nangong."

"Master, you can see for yourself, I didn't force her, the girl wanted to go." Nangong Wen looked at Yun Mo, "Then I will take her there to play for two days. Don't worry, it's only two days. Go around the yard, say hello to them, and come back when it's almost time. You must wait for me!"

Yun Mo couldn't stand him and nodded, "Go, go, and inform your disciples of what I just said."

Old Master Nangong grinned.

Feeling satisfied.

On the other hand, Elder Qin and Elder Peng looked at the eldest senior brother with envy.

Having lived to this point, they no longer care about fame and fortune or have seen through them. Sometimes they really want to follow Yun Mo forever, but they know that their talent and foundation are not good enough, and this is how their life will be.

at night.

After Mr. Lei's car took away Yun Mo's paintings, it hurried to a courtyard house.

In the yard, an old man with gray hair looked at the painting with admiration.

To be precise, this is probably not a painting.

There are just three lines, one horizontal and two vertical, forming a door frame.

The middle-aged man next to the gray-haired old man said jokingly, "Father, what is this? What makes you so obsessed? It's just..."

The man didn't say anything else.

Anyway, I don’t understand what’s so good about this door frame.

"Haha, do you know the painting of black and white?" The gray-haired old man laughed, "This is the work of that old man. The artistic conception of his works can be said to be the pinnacle. I have looked through countless antiques and treasures, and there is really no one's calligraphy and painting that can compare with his."

"Did a black and white painting establish his status? Isn't that a bit hasty?" The middle-aged man looked at his father curiously.

The old man smacked his lips and said, "The old master of the Pavilion of Rare Treasures was fortunate enough to obtain a piece of calligraphy without ink from the old man. It was just a scratch, a scratch of the Chinese character "人", but he already regarded it as a treasure. Everyone has a Hamlet in his heart. At least I think that Chinese character "人" is a rare treasure!"

As he spoke, the old man picked up the painting and examined it carefully as if it were a treasure. "I heard from Xiao Lei that behind this door, we will see a world. Although the world is different, the general outline is the same, and there is a small wooden house hidden in it. Whoever can walk into the small wooden house can see the gods. Businessmen nowadays will do anything to hype this painting. They can even say such nonsense? It's really hilarious!" "But father, that black and white painting is really magical." said the middle-aged man.

"Yes, but what about talking about seeing gods? Do you think it is credible?" The old man laughed.

After all, Mr. Lei also exaggerated a lot.

Anyway, no one can enter the cabin in the painting, right?
Can you see the gods or not? What does it matter?
And Su Qingluan’s original words were, if one successfully entered the cabin in the painting, then he would be an extraordinary person, and if he came to Mr. Lei’s place, it would be like seeing a god?
The old man took the calligraphy and painting and went to the room alone.

He hung up the painting and then sat in a chair looking at it quietly.

The old man wanted to try it out to see if it was really as magical as the black and white.

And the other side.

Late at night.

Yun Mo, who was leaning against the bed in the bedroom, suddenly opened his eyes.

Because he felt that someone had entered his barrier.

The paradise behind the door is the flower world he created.

Some people see a simple and distant miracle through that painting.

But no one can go deep into the painting, that is, to the front of the cabin.

But at this moment, Yun Mo felt someone passing through everything and slowly approaching the cabin.

Yun Mo smiled gently.

It was the first time that someone was able to walk to the front of the cabin.

This shows that this person has very good talent.

Only mortals with spiritual awareness can break through the obstacles and reach the cabin.

Yun Mo raised his hand slightly, and within a second, changes were noticed in Yun Mo's bedroom.

Yun Mo was obviously in a small wooden house.

At this time, the uninvited guest outside also pushed open the door of the cabin with the faint moonlight above his head.

However, he saw an old man with white hair and aloof from the world.

His appearance is just like that of an old immortal.

"I never thought that in the past hundred years, someone could come here with the concentration of a mortal. My friend, you are really good!"

Yun Mo said to the old man with a smile.

The old man opposite was startled.

Then the whole person disappeared there.

In the room in the Bai family's courtyard, Bai Jingwei, the old man who entered the world of paintings, suddenly opened his eyes.

I accidentally knocked over the teacup next to me.

He looked at the painting on the wall in disbelief.

"Dad, what's wrong with you?" The son outside the room shouted and pushed the door open after hearing the noise.

"It's okay, it was just a nightmare!" Mr. Bai waved his hand, "It's nothing, we have a meeting tomorrow morning, go to bed early!"

The son could only nod and then retreat to his father's room.

Bai Jingwei sat on the sofa, his heart still surging, "There really are gods! There really are gods, are there really gods?"

He kept questioning himself.

But, what I just saw was clearly an old immortal.

Bai Jingwei gritted his teeth and said, "No, I still have to keep watching!"

But after entering this time.

Regardless, he found himself unable to concentrate and approach the cabin.

This made the old man very anxious.

Perhaps it was because he had just seen the gods, which made him very excited and unable to calm down?
The next day, Yun Feifei had already arrived at the Shanghai Airport and started the live broadcast.

"Dear viewers, guess where I am?" Yun Feifei greeted the live broadcast room.

"No guess, no guess, you stood us up again yesterday!"

"That's right, if you keep going like this, you'll lose us!"

"Even though each of us only gives one dollar in tips, with millions of people, it adds up to a lot, right?"

"You talk as if you would give me a dollar."

"Among millions of people, only tens of thousands can give rewards, and the rest are just freeloaders!"

"Mr. Dog, where are the calligraphy and paintings? Where did they go? Were you busy selling paintings yesterday?"

"Fuck! I wanted to take another look at it. Why is it sold?"

"Tell me how much it sold for."

Zhang’s Auction House: Six billion yuan was bought by a big boss. None of our auction houses competed for it yesterday.

Although, the big groups behind these auction houses are also very rich.

Perhaps the big groups behind some of the auction houses are richer than those billionaires.

But a large group means that it has many companies and enterprises to manage.

They can't spend too much money just because one of their auction houses can collect a work of art.

The group belongs to everyone, but the hundreds of billions of assets of those wealthy people are their own.

How do you compete with others?
Poly Auction House: Humph, if the funds given to us by the group were not insufficient, we would have to fight those people.

Pavilion of Rare and Exotic Treasures: Hahaha, I heard about what happened yesterday. It’s really satisfying. They deserved it. Did Poly end up like this?

"Holy shit, is it true?"

"Sold for 6 billion?"

"You're so cruel!"

Heat Auction House: This is true, we went to the anchor's home to discuss it in person? Someone took the painting on the spot.

Han Longxiang from Beijing: Damn, after I heard about this, I was thinking about contacting people in the circle to raise some money, but when I heard the price, I was really shocked.

Yun Feifei said quickly, "I'm really sorry for delaying your meeting yesterday. The painting was indeed sold, but I didn't care about the details. What I want to tell you today is that I'm at the airport now. I plan to go to Beijing and do an outdoor live broadcast for you there today."

"Fuck, going to the capital?"

"So what about the old man? Want to go with us?"

"That's right, there's no old man to look at and beg for!"

"Old people usually don't travel far."

"No, didn't we agree to broadcast the old man's video live from now on?"

"That's right, without the old man, I can't even enjoy my meals or sleep!"

Yun Feifei said to everyone, "I'm sorry everyone, the old man will definitely not go, but I promise everyone that the old man will take me to a good place in a while. Then I will broadcast the whole process to you, okay?"

Yun Feifei looked at the old man Nangong next to her and said, "Although the ancestor is not here, I can also live broadcast this old man for you to watch!"

"Hehe? Who is this old man?"

"That's right, who the hell is that? It's disgusting just to look at!"

"Can he fly? Can he brag?"

"That is, you don't know anything? What's the point?"

“This old man must be an artist (manually funny)”

Xiao Ma Ge: ????? ?????
Mr. Lei: ????
Jack Ma: ?????

Han Longxiang from Beijing: This old man doesn’t look like an immortal at all, he’s so damn sloppy!

The Huya boss, who was watching Yun Feifei’s live broadcast, was eating fruit in the office.

But at this time, a call came in on the mobile phone.

one look.

It’s the penguin boss on the head.

The Huya boss immediately put down the watermelon.

Xiao Ma Ge said, "Turn off all the comments in the live broadcast room!"

"Ah?" The Tiger Tooth boss was puzzled. "Didn't you say last time that we can't close it?"

"I'll say it again, turn off the barrage!" Xiao Ma Ge gritted his teeth and said, "If you don't want your entire platform to be banned, just turn it off immediately!"

Nima.

This is Mr. Nangong.

As soon as Nangong Wen appeared on camera, netizens in the live broadcast room started to complain crazily.

To put it nicely, he is like an artist.

But the unpleasant part is, who is this person? A beggar? Or a wild man that the anchor found in the mountains?

Is this really disgusting?

Can’t eat after watching this?

These remarks really scared Xiao Ma Ge.

It can be said that those old men in Beijing behind Nangong Wen? No matter what your background is, if you anger them, you will be doomed.

(End of this chapter)