Since Dean Chen left Beili, he went to Dongsi, and then to Nanyuan, where he spent some time where Ye Qianning grew up.
Emperor Xilun invited Dean Chen to teach in the capital of Xilun many times, but he refused every time.
Xiang Minghou's whereabouts were erratic and he rarely had contact with several families.
The sects of Du Ying, Luo Wen, and Luo Xuan were already well established. In just one year, Beili knew that a sect had appeared in the world.
They take in children who have been displaced by wars in various places and teach them to read and practice martial arts.
Everyone is working hard in their own direction, and everyone is looking forward to the person in their heart.
One year...
Two years...
Five years...
Until the sixth year, a huge tsunami appeared in the East China Sea. The water rushed to the land and drowned many people. It was this tsunami that washed some strange things onto the shore.
They were some transparent porcelain bottles. There were some notes in the sealed bottles. There were some strange things written on the notes that no one could understand.
Moreover, the porcelain vases are not as gorgeous as those from Shikoku, so many people sell them. Many wealthy businessmen have never seen the texture, and the prices given are not cheap.
Therefore, people were attracted to go to the beach to pick up treasures. There were also rumors that there was a land of immortals living deep in the East China Sea. These porcelain bottles were used by immortals, and the notes inside were written in the words used by immortals, which mortals could not understand.
Gradually, there were more and more rumors, and rumors about the porcelain bottle and the note flew directly to the four countries.
People from many countries poured into the East China Sea and went out to sea to find where the immortals lived.
Dean Chen had heard some rumors very early, but he didn't pay much attention to it. By chance, he saw the note in the porcelain vase, and just one glance made him unable to look away.
"This is..." Dean Chen reached out to get it excitedly.
Another pair of hands picked up the bottle before him: "This is the bottle used by the gods in the South China Sea. You can only look at it, but not touch it."
"Young master, can you let me take a look?" Dean Chen's voice couldn't help but be excited.
The dark-skinned young man looked him up and down: "Old man, this thing is extremely valuable. If you break it, even selling it won't be enough for you."
"How much does it cost, I'll buy it."
"Stop teasing me, I see you are in poverty." The young man turned around and left.
Dean Chen stretched out his hand and grabbed it: "Sir, tell me the number. I will buy it for any price."
"Are you really rich?" The young man still expected to make a fortune from the things in his hands.
"have."
"Okay, someone just gave me fifty taels, but I didn't sell it. Since you want it so much, as long as you come up with fifty taels, the treasure will be yours."
"Okay." Dean Chen said simply.
Seeing how happy he was, the young man couldn't help but feel less annoyed: "I'm talking about fifty taels of gold."
"I'll give you one hundred taels."
"..."
The young man was stunned.
"Let's go, you and I go to the restaurant in front. I'll ask someone to get some money for you." Dean Chen pulled the young man forward.
The young man took two steps, suddenly got excited and broke away from him: "Old man, are you a liar? I won't go with you."
If you want fifty taels, or gold, he will give you one hundred taels?
Idiots are not that stupid. There must be something going on.
"Sir, it's true. When you get to the restaurant, I will immediately ask someone to get you one hundred taels of gold."
"No, I won't go unless you bring the gold."
The boy was scared.
Dean Chen was anxious: "Okay, okay, sir, just stay there and I'll go get the money right now."
