Chapter 1685 Known from generation to generation

For countless generations, the traces of the immortals have been cut off from Pandi Star, but the legend of the Xiongjun ancestors remains eternal. From now on, the legend of the ancestors of all immortals and the father of all living beings has never been known. Earth, year 1 AD.

Billions of people live on this planet, countless people live in countless cities, some rejoice, some cry, some gain..., some lose.

The changes of history are ultimately elusive due to their age, and the truth contained in the book is sometimes not a fantasy.

Celestial Empire, the mainland, on a bustling street, in a modern city.

All living beings come and go, busy, not knowing why, and not knowing why to go.

Ye Chen held a 708* book in front of him, and the strange stones, copper coins, and utensils in ancient times, these so-called antiques, can be described as varied.

Guests rarely stopped to visit this small stall, which was crowded with dozens of stalls, customers, bartenders, tugboats, and zippers, all of whom were doing their best to survive. The street was crowded with dozens of stalls, a bartender, a tugboat, all of which were all they could do to survive.

Ye Chen's young and indifferent face, a pair of bright eyes staring at the thin book in his hand, it seemed that nothing happened in his heart, his eyes were on the book, but the mind didn't know where to fly.

"Nan Zi, you haven't opened the door for three days, right?"

A middle-aged man appeared in front of his booth with a smile, fiddling with worthless stones and porcelain with his hands, and said with a smug smile on his face: "Still watching the charm of the gods?"

"It's just that you have nothing to do with it, as long as you find a book, throw it away." Ye Chen woke up from his meditation, just smiled slightly, nodded and said: "Brother Cheng, how can my stall compare with your antique line? It's just a mixed meal. "

Brother Cheng shook his head and said: "Nan Zi, you not only quit your job, but even your girlfriend ran away. I think why don't you come to be my friend in the antique business, I will give you a monthly salary of three thousand yuan? "

Ye Chen shook his head and smiled, saying, "Although my parents died, they left some fields in their hometown. In the end, it's not our place to live in this city. After a month, I can go back to do some small business or farm work, and I can also go to some ordinary farms. "Brother Cheng wants me to take it, but I can't go to see this antique."

"A good city will not stay, but will it become a farmer again? Is it stupid to read?"

Brother Cheng whispered secretly that he couldn't understand the young man, saying that he was stupid, he was smart, he was stupid, and if he could let Ye Chen go to work in his antique shop, he would save a lot of energy!

You know, these days, really know the antique industry, can be really rare, most people just don't know, it seems to understand.

The young man in front, although young, has a pair of startling eyes. For several years, he set up a stall in front of his shop, and never saw him saying that he missed the source of antiques. Why such a person eventually went back to farming again, it's no wonder?

Senior Brother Cheng sighed and walked eight masters back to his antique shop. Ye Chen smiled slightly, and was about to reread the meaning of the Hand of the Wind God, when he suddenly found a figure slowly facing the sun towards his own walk.

Fresh, vulgar, beautiful, and generous, this girl walked in front of Ye Chen, a sunny smile, like an angel, quietly came to the world.

"Well, you don't have to be safe anymore"