Longevity, starting from traveling and telling stories

Chapter 1 Storytelling (Please Read)
In the afternoon, the rain stopped and the sky cleared up, and the sun shone through the clouds.

The streets gradually became lively, with cars and people rushing around and hawking sounds coming one after another. This place is called Qingshi Town, an important town in the border area of Da Zhou.

The town is home to traveling merchants from various countries, both domestic and foreign. There is an inn in the town called Ping'an Inn.

The inn has been crowded every day for the past six months. The waiters are very busy. They move their stools to form a circle around a handsome young man and listen attentively to his vivid and exciting stories.

After a burst of sighing, silence suddenly returned. The young man let out a long sigh, and his voice flowed slowly like a clear spring, saying, "This is the end! Zhang Sheng and Cui Yingying have endured many hardships, finally tied the knot, and will live happily ever after."

"it is good!"

"well said!"

"Mr. Ye said it well."

There was warm applause.

"I didn't expect that there would be such a fascinating story in this mundane world." A veiled woman said to an old woman next to her.

"Hmph! It's nothing but the fantasy of worldly people." The old woman said with disdain.

It had been nearly ten days, and she had refused to leave because she was listening to the stories.

When the story was finished, the boy heard the system prompt sound in his ear.

[Storytelling Level: LV2 (0/10000)]

[Two chapters a day: Opening up the meridians]

[Three chapters a day: Cultivation increases by ten days]

[Today's storytelling: three chapters, lifespan increased by 2 hours, cultivation increased by days]

[Romance of the Western Chamber Ends: A rouge button is awarded as a reward. The wearer can prolong his life and be free from illness and disaster.]

[System Upgrade Rewards: Basic Swordsmanship (lv1), Qi-Gazing Technique (lv1)]

"Huh" It seems that I can't gain any more experience here, let's find a time to leave.

In his mind, he cried out helplessly to the system again. Rouge button? Health and safety? Longevity? This thing has duplicate functions. What's the point? I want money, I want money, I want to eat delicious food.

The boy's name is Ye Beixuan. He is a time traveler who traveled here half a year ago.

As expected, the system was awakened. It was a storytelling system. As the name suggests, you can get rewards by telling stories.

At first, he was ecstatic when he awakened this system, because he had many stories from his past lives in his mind, such as Journey to the West, Nine Dragons Pulling the Coffin, and Dominate for Eternity.

But the annoying thing is that due to his low level, he can't tell these stories, and he can't even open his mouth. He has no choice but to select some love stories and tell them slowly to improve his level.

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[Name: Ye Beixuan, Age: 18]

[Lifespan: 50]

[Cultivation: A little sense of Qi]

[Skills: Basic Swordsmanship (lv1), Qi-Gazing Technique (lv1)]

[Level: LV2 (0/1000)]

[Current Effect: Increase lifespan and open up meridians]

[Currently unlocked function: Upgrade from three chapters to four chapters per day]

Alas!!! I sighed, hoping this system would actually make my situation better.

I just upgraded to level 2. I can clearly feel a trace of energy, and my body is obviously stronger than before. I can probably be considered a martial arts master.

He no longer desired immortality as he did at the beginning, nor did he expect to be able to marry an empress or a princess by simply reciting poems and telling stories.

As for ruling the world for eternity? Maintaining world peace?
These are too far-fetched and cannot be discussed any further. Now I can't even get enough to eat, and I have to rely on the few copper coins donated by the audience to barely make a living.

With a sigh, Ye Beixuan accepted the few copper coins he had been given as a reward and slowly stood up. The crowd around him began to disperse one after another. Their expressions varied. Some felt satisfied that the story had concluded perfectly, while others were melancholy about the bumpy journey.

Thanks to these loyal listeners, he was able to survive. Ye Beixuan was deeply grateful to them. After tidying up his somewhat worn clothes, he walked out of the inn.

As soon as I went out, the aroma of the tofu stall not far away wafted over with the wind.

Ye Beixuan walked towards the stall with a smile. This was one of the foods that had filled his stomach during this period. Besides the fact that it was cheap, there was another reason.

Like other foods, it is not delicious, and even tastes a bit bland, but he can never get tired of eating the tofu.

The stall owner was a pretty widow, the most beautiful woman in the area. Before she got married, it was said that the number of suitors could line up in the entire street.

It’s a pity that she married a short-lived man and left behind only a daughter who was less than three years old.

But because of her beauty, her tofu business was extremely popular and she was nicknamed Tofu Xishi.

After all, who doesn’t want to try white and tender tofu?
Although she was cutting tofu skillfully and customers were gathered around the stall, her eyes had already flown to Ye Beixuan, and her eyes seemed full of affection.

"Boss, give me a serving of tofu pudding." Ye Beixuan came to the stall and said with a smile.

Just when the pretty widow wanted to give him more tofu.

A teasing and arrogant voice sounded behind Ye Beixuan, "Storyteller, let me have a bite of hot tofu first, you stand behind." At the same time, he felt a big hand grabbing the back of his neck and pulling him back.

This man's name is Zhen Guandong, and he is a well-known street rogue in this area.

Ye Beixuan was pulled aside. He helplessly smoothed his wrinkled clothes and ignored these people.

He sighed secretly. The pretty widow took good care of him on weekdays and even let him eat more tofu, which made these people very jealous.

And he happened to look like a scholar, which gave them the courage to bully him.

"What are you doing? Line up, do you understand?" An angry voice sounded, and it was the pretty widow who spoke.

Zhen Guandong laughed lewdly and said, "Hey! Are you feeling amorous again, young lady? Are you attracted to this storyteller?"

"Hahahahaha."

The people around burst into laughter.

"Go away, you are everywhere. Go to Yihong Courtyard and let your love be aroused." The pretty widow said unhappily, with her hands on her hips.

"Hahahaha." After teasing the pretty widow, Zhen Guandong took the tofu and left laughing.

"Eat more tofu!" The pretty widow prepared a large bowl of tofu and handed it to Ye Beixuan. Unlike the past, the portion today was particularly large, as if it was made on purpose.

"Thank you, Madam." Ye Beixuan nodded in thanks.

The pretty widow bit her lip, leaving a row of teeth marks on it. After hesitating for a moment, she whispered, "Have you finished your story of the West Chamber, sir?"

"Huh? Didn't Niuniu tell you?"

"That's a shame, I didn't hear the end."

Niu Niu is her daughter, a very cute and smart little girl who is not even three years old.

Every day Ye Beixuan told stories, and she would listen carefully and tell them to her mother when she got home.

At this point, the pretty widow's eyes dimmed a little as she said, "Niuniu was sick today. I had to go out to the stall, so I left her at home to rest."

"Are you sick? Is it serious?" Ye Beixuan asked with concern.

"It's not serious, it's not serious, just a little fever." The pretty widow said hurriedly.

"Is the fever not serious? Have you seen a doctor? Madam, you should just close the stall!" Ye Beixuan advised.

"It's a long way to see the doctor, and I'm a woman, and I have to run a stall." The pretty widow said this with a gloomy tone, and said: "If Niuniu had a father, I wouldn't have to work so hard."

Indeed, a child without a mother has no one to love him, and the same is true for a child without a father.

"No matter how hard it is, I can't not take my child to the doctor."

"Then sir, could you come to my house and help me?" the pretty widow suddenly asked.

(End of this chapter)