Longevity, starting from traveling and telling stories

Chapter 18: Xiao Li Fei Dao begins serialization
Seeing that her hastily spoken words had actually worked, Li Xianglian immediately walked up to Ye Beixuan and said happily, "Hongxiu Pavilion is quite famous in Yunfu County, Qingzhou. They have grand vocal performances every day."

"There will also be a poetry gathering. I will arrange for you to go there and tell stories, and Hongxiu Pavilion can send someone to record the event."

"After recording it, you can keep half of the silver from the sale, and you can also keep half of the reward for your storytelling."

This seems much better than being chased around the inn! If there are a lot of people, the rewards for long stories will be even more generous.

"Okay." After thinking for a while, Ye Beixuan nodded in agreement.

Seeing Ye Beixuan's agreement, Li Xianglian immediately smiled brightly and said, "There's a vocal performance coming up today. Mr. Ye, how about you please go with me to watch it? Xianglian has arranged for me to tell a story."

Today? Well, storytelling is urgent. Previously, the rewards were small because there were too few people. If Hongxiu Pavilion can recruit many people, the rewards will definitely be very rich.

"That's great, please lead the way, Miss." Ye Beixuan said with a smile.

"Please." Li Xianglian extended her arm to gesture.

After a while, they came to a huge room.

Stepping into this lobby is like being in an art paradise.

The seats in the room were arranged horizontally and vertically, and were now completely occupied. Everyone was whispering and discussing what vocal performance to perform.

On the stage, literary and vocal instruments such as clappers, folding fans, and quick-paced music are arranged in an orderly manner, as if quietly waiting for the actors to appear on stage.

"Mr. Ye, Xianglian has asked someone to prepare a folding fan and a clapper. How about letting you experience it today?" Li Xianglian said softly when she saw Ye Beixuan looking at the atmosphere here.

"Thank you, Miss." The atmosphere here is indeed different from that of inns and pubs with a strong urban atmosphere. This place is more like a place specially prepared for wealthy people to listen to music.

The storytelling style was naturally different from the opening. Ye Beixuan walked into the stage slowly, his steps light and steady.

Snapped!
The sound of a quick clapper pierced the entire venue, and the scene, which was a little noisy just now, suddenly became silent, and all eyes were focused on Ye Beixuan.

Who was he? Such a handsome guy, a new vocalist? Everyone looked at him with confusion.

Ye Beixuan bowed gently to all the audience present to express his sincere respect to them.

Then, he swept his eyes gently across the room, cleared his throat, and spoke in a soft and moving voice, "Ladies and gentlemen, today in the Red Sleeve Pavilion, the aroma of tea wafts through the air. Let me tell you a long-forgotten story from the Jianghu."

As soon as they heard the story, everyone's attention immediately focused on Ye Beixuan.

He simply continued his story: "On that long, snowy street, there was a lonely carriage. Inside, a man was holding a carving knife and a piece of wood, preparing to carve. He was handsome, yet his face was a little sickly. He was thinking about the past, the intertwined love, hate, and vengeance..."

After saying this, Ye Beixuan smiled slightly, picked up the folding fan on the table, and slowly unfolded it. With this action, he officially started telling the story.

This series of operations allows the audience to instantly immerse themselves in the world of the story that is about to be told.

At this moment, a woman in a red tight-fitting outfit and a high ponytail suddenly saw stars. Isn’t this exactly the world she wanted?

Seeing that the atmosphere was almost settled, Ye Beixuan said in a high voice: "That girl was shouting and mocking Li Xunhuan. No wonder the person you love most and your best friend ran away. You are simply not a human being."

"He just stood there, his eyes filled with deep sorrow and heartache."

Seeing that everyone in the room had fully engaged with the situation, Ye Beixuan clapped his hands: "To know what happens next, please wait for the next chapter."

After saying this, he quickly turned and left. If he didn't leave, he was afraid that rotten eggs would be thrown at him. He had been threatened to change the ending before in Qingshi Town, but how could he change the story after it was already set? Ding...
[Storytelling Level: LV2 (2000/10000)]

[Today, I will talk about four chapters. My lifespan will increase by 10 hours, and my cultivation level will increase by days.]

[Trigger special reward: Evil-suppressing Flying Knife]

Wow, storytelling is definitely different when there are more people around! The rewards and experience points are doubled. If more people come, wouldn't that be a huge profit?

"Damn guy"

"Don't leave"

"stop.."

As expected, all kinds of shouting and cursing were heard, but Ye Beixuan turned a deaf ear to them. He said that four chapters were already the limit, and if he wanted to update more, he had to upgrade, otherwise he would not be able to speak even if he wanted to.

"Everyone...everyone." Li Xianglianlian quickly moved to the stands and began to calm the situation. If she didn't come, it would be chaos.

Looking at the crazy audience below, even Li Xianglian had never thought that his story would be so exciting.

"Everyone, listen to Xianglian's words." Seeing the audience gradually quiet down, Li Xianglian began to narrate: "I've been a little tired from telling stories today. From now on, if you want to know the rest of the story, you can come to listen at this time every day. Xianglian will prepare tea and wait for you. Now, please enjoy the harmonious music of Hongxiu Pavilion."

Suddenly, the sound of a piano rang out, slowly suppressing the restless guests and gradually making them quiet down in the music.

But there was one person missing in the field, and that was the woman in red tights.

After retreating, Ye Beixuan came to the lounge, where he was quietly studying the Evil-Suppressing Flying Knife.

The flying knife flashed with a faint light and had mysterious talismans drawn on it. He wondered if he could use this flying knife to kill the red-robed fire ghost from last night?

"Mr. Ye is indeed a god." A gentle yet somewhat heartbreaking voice came. Ye Beixuan put away the flying knife and turned his head to look. It was Li Xianglian.

"Excuse me, miss. I am just a man who makes a living by talking. I am not worthy of being called a god." Ye Beixuan stood up and bowed politely.

"This is the tip from the guests in the audience while I was telling stories today. They asked Xianglian to tell you, young master, that they hope I can tell you more tomorrow." Li Xianglian handed the heavy silver in her hand to Ye Beixuan.

He took the silver, which was a full ten taels. Ye Beixuan then gave half to Li Xianglian and said, "Miss, you didn't deduct half of the reward today, did you? We agreed before that each of us would get half of the reward. I keep my public and private affairs separate."

It's not that he doesn't want more, but he doesn't want to owe her a favor. They just get what they need. He does his job to earn a living and gets the bonus, and she provides the venue and gets paid. It's a mutually beneficial relationship.

"Mr. Ye, please forgive me for making fun of you. In this case, Xianglian will not be so pretentious." She sighed, and there was a hint of loss in her tone. Mr. Ye was indeed different from others.

She knew that Ye Beixuan didn't want to owe her anything.

"Oh! By the way, sir, can you tell Xianglian about the ending of Peach Blossom Fan?" She looked expectant, as if she suddenly remembered something, and asked excitedly.

"This"

Ye Beixuan looked embarrassed. It was not that he didn't want to speak, but he couldn't speak today. He had to upgrade to level 3 before he could say more.

Li Xianglian saw Ye Beixuan's awkward expression and thought he didn't want to talk any more, so she immediately said with a smile, "Sir, you have a jade flute hanging from your waist. Would you mind playing a duet with me?"

(End of this chapter)