Longevity, starting from traveling and telling stories

Chapter 4 Lanruo Temple

"Zhen Guandong, you are so useless that you can't even beat a sour scholar." A mocking voice came from behind.

These people are all reckless, but they are also very concerned about their reputation. Especially when they are suddenly beaten up by the people they bully, it will make them feel more uncomfortable than if their own fathers were killed.

"Get lost! I was just drunk, so he attacked me." Zhen Guandong argued unconvinced.

"Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha."

There was a burst of laughter, and Zhen Guandong looked at Ye Beixuan with a gloomy face. Today he vowed to break his five legs and play with the young lady in front of him.

"I could have left anyway, so you don't have to come." Ye Beixuan finished his steamed bun, drank a sip of water, and said leisurely.

"Who told you to meddle in other people's business? If it weren't for you, I would have gotten what I wanted with her." Zhen Guandong snorted coldly.

"I'm just a storyteller. I live on the pity of my listeners every day. Why should I do this?" Ye Beixuan stood up and said, holding the iron sword.

Zhen Guandong sneered and said, "Who asked you to compete with me for a woman?"

"I just wanted to take advantage of her more." Ye Beixuan sighed helplessly.

The mountains were silent. Suddenly, even the chirping of insects and birds stopped, leaving only the rustling of falling leaves.

call out!
A figure moved, he was extremely fast, the air currents around him carried the dead leaves that had not yet fallen to the ground and those that had already fallen to the ground into the air.

【Basic Sword Skills Level 1 (10%)】

The sword flashed, as fast as lightning, without any fancy moves, just simple straight stabs.

Forehead.
With a muffled groan, a figure fell down and hit the dead leaves heavily, even causing the leaves to bounce off the ground.

Only then did the blood begin to stain the ground red like a stream of water.

There was a moment of silence before everyone realized that the scholar was a master and they had hit a wall this time.

Normally, they had ordinary gang fights and had killed people, but they had never seen someone killed in such an instant and shocking way. Some of them were just there to keep up the momentum.

"run"

Clang. The sound of a sword rang out. There were no fancy sword moves, only simple lifting, picking, stabbing and chopping.

[Basic Sword Skills: lv2 (50%), Qi Gazing Skills: lv2 (50%)]

After a long time.

There was silence, with only one person standing in the field. He was covered in blood, and drops of blood as red as agate beads were still dripping from the tip of the iron sword in his hand.

He took off his clothes, wiped them, wrapped them around the iron sword, put on his green shirt again, tidied himself up, and walked away.

Three days later.

Qingshi Town returned to peace, the detectives were no longer so busy, and the case was finally closed.

Three days ago, a group of thugs fought each other at the foot of Black Mountain, resulting in many casualties. The county magistrate attached great importance to the case and sent a large number of detectives to investigate. Many thugs were arrested symbolically, and the incident was finally classified as a fight between thugs for territory, with both sides fighting to death.

"Boss lady, buy me a bowl of tofu."

"Okay." The pretty widow quickly filled a bowl and handed it to the customer, while also touching her daughter's cute head next to her.

But the difference is that she has a string of rouge buttons around her waist, which makes her look more charming.

She knew that he would not be able to come back for the time being, and she was the only one who guessed how these people died. The constable also secretly found her and asked about the whereabouts of the scholar.

But in the end, the officials all agreed that it was impossible for a storyteller to kill so many people, and it was all just a coincidence.

The pretty widow was selling tofu with a happy face. People who have expectations in their hearts will always become energetic.

Because she knew in her heart that he would come back and tell her the ending of Romance of the West Chamber. No, not just Romance of the West Chamber, she wanted to hear him tell her many, many stories.

The mountain road was rugged and uneven, and the mountains were shrouded in mist. During the day, it was like a fairyland shrouded in clouds and mist, but at night it was as dark and silent as a ghostland.

At this time, an abandoned temple stood alone in the mountains, with a crooked sign hanging above the door - Lanruo Temple.

A bonfire was burning in the center of the abandoned temple. The flames flickered, making the already blurry and hideous face of the statue look even more hideous.

After the bonfire was lit, Ye Beixuan sat down against the corner of the dilapidated temple, eating the few remaining steamed buns and drinking spring water collected from the mountains. He was thinking leisurely about where to go in the city to tell stories and what stories to tell.

It had been several days since he had told a story, and he was really thirsty for it.

The sound of approaching footsteps brought Ye Beixuan back to his senses.

He stopped eating his dry food and looked towards the door. A young couple who looked like a married couple walked in.

"Brother Mingjue, there is a fire inside...someone is resting inside." The woman seemed a little scared and said in a low voice.

"It's okay, Jiayi, I'm here. Let's rest for a night and continue our journey tomorrow." Another male voice said confidently.

The two men entered the temple and took a look at Ye Beixuan. They probably thought that he was just a scholar and a harmless person, so they walked to the corner of the wall on the other side without any worries and began to take off their bags, as if they were preparing to get some dry food.

A burst of meaty aroma wafted over, making Ye Beixuan swallow his saliva involuntarily. The aroma was particularly loud in this quiet dilapidated temple.

Rich people! They act differently the moment they act. Logically, such wealthy young men and women shouldn't come here alone. Could they be eloping?

The scholar named Mingjue took out a whole roast chicken, broke off a chicken leg and handed it to the girl.

Then he broke off a chicken wing and prepared to eat it, but just as it reached his mouth and was about to open his mouth, he looked up at Ye Beixuan who was swallowing his saliva.

He broke off another chicken leg and handed it to Ye Beixuan, saying, "Brother, if you don't mind, would you like to have some?"

Ye Beixuan was slightly stunned, thinking that this scholar had good character. He stood up, walked over and took the chicken leg, saying, "Then I won't be polite. Thank you very much, brother."

After saying that, he went back to the corner and started eating happily. Soon, he finished the whole chicken leg, and the young couple on the other side were almost full.

The atmosphere fell silent again, so quiet that all three of them dozed off.

Suddenly, there was another burst of hurried footsteps, and the three of them were awakened at the same time.

"Brother Mingjue, are they chasing us?" Jiayi said in a soft voice with a slightly frightened look on her face.

"Don't be afraid, let's hide."

Then he looked around and found that he could not find any other words to describe the place except "bare walls". No, there was a statue, so there was no problem hiding two people behind it.

"Hide behind the statue."

After saying that, he quickly pulled Jiayi over and hid.

Just as the two hid, a voice came from outside: "Quick, there is a fire here, hurry up and find it."

Ye Beixuan burped and looked towards the door with a playful look.

Did I really guess right?

At this moment, two groups of people rushed in almost at the same time. The old men leading both sides were about fifty years old. They both looked quite wealthy, but there was a gleam in their eyes.

Master! Ye Beixuan sighed secretly, he was definitely not weaker than himself.

Everyone looked around and saw Ye Beixuan burping. One of them asked in a rather arrogant tone, "Hey, scholar, have you seen a man and a woman?"

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