Longevity, starting from traveling and telling stories

Chapter 67: Shi Potian
The next day.

When the midday sun hit his butt, Ye Beixuan finally woke up slowly.

He stretched slowly, and all his bones made crackling sounds.

A comfortable feeling of muscle stretching came over me, and I suddenly felt full of energy. Although I had consumed a lot of energy last night, I didn't feel tired at all at this moment.

He was secretly delighted, feeling the vigorous vitality in his body, and couldn't help but sigh that the autonomous practice of getting rid of the old and taking in the new was truly magical. Although it was not as good as active practice, it was also full of mysteries.

After getting up and washing up, he slowly walked towards the inn.

The inn was already packed. He glanced around and found that most of them were martial arts masters with sharp eyes. In contrast, there were relatively few ordinary diners.

But this had nothing to do with him. He found an empty seat and sat down, ordered some simple food and a pot of tea. While eating, he silently prepared in his mind what opening to use to continue telling the story of "The Knight-errant".

After dinner, he straightened his clothes and walked slowly to the podium. "Bang!" There was a sound of gavel and board.

"Everyone, today I will continue to bring you yesterday's "The Knight's Journey"."

"Everyone, listen carefully."

The noise gradually died down, and everyone's eyes were focused on him. Among the many eyes, there was the expectation of old listeners and the curiosity of new listeners.

Ye Beixuan flicked his green shirt with his left hand, stood with his hands behind his back, slowly unfolded the folding fan in his right hand, and gently fanned it in front of his chest, marking the official start of the storytelling.

"In the Jianghu, heroes emerge in abundance. But what is chivalry? What is righteousness? What is justice? What is morality?"

His words were sharp, and every word seemed to be telling the style of the world, making people in the world feel the same. Isn't this talking about ourselves?
Ye Beixuan looked at the silent yet crowded inn and nodded with satisfaction. "But in this world of martial arts, there is one man who always sticks to his own moral principles. He is foolish, stupid, yet persistent. He is a dirty beggar named Dog Bastard."

"Hahahaha." As soon as this name came out, everyone in the audience burst into laughter, and immediately started whispering.

"How could anyone choose such a name? It's funny, funny."

"Yeah! What else can I call him? Yadan, Erlangzi, Ergouzi are all a hundred times better than that bastard!"

Looking at the crowd in the arena who were roaring with laughter, Ye Beixuan sighed helplessly in his heart. He hoped that you would still be able to laugh later. How could you, including myself, understand Shi Potian's kindness?

Ye Beixuan personally believes that the term "dog bastard" may be an insult no matter where it is used, but when it is used on Shi Potian, it does not feel out of place and even seems a bit friendly. Perhaps this is the charm of this number one martial arts novelist created by Mr. Jin!

"Bang!" The gavel seemed to have magical powers. The sound penetrated the entire venue and the noise immediately dropped to the lowest level.

"Zhan Fei was furious and yelled at the boy, 'Why did you try to steal my wife?'"

Then Ye Beixuan imitated Zhan Fei's furious expression and said, "My wife actually lost her virginity to a lecher like you. You've done so many evil things, and now you've finally fallen into my hands."

Having said that, Ye Beixuan paused for a moment to let everyone digest it.

When everyone heard this, they immediately thought to themselves that Zhan Fei was such a fool that he had taken revenge on the wrong person. The real rapist was living a carefree life and was having a very uncomfortable time.

Seeing that everyone had almost digested the plot, Ye Beixuan banged the gavel! The sound of the board hitting the wall rang out again, pulling everyone back from their thoughts of the story and waiting for him to continue.

Everyone's eyes focused on Ye Beixuan again. He coughed, cleared his throat, and continued to narrate, "Zhan Fei mistook the wrong person for a dude. He didn't expect the dude wasn't a dude. Zhan Fei slapped him, and with a snap, he flew backwards, his arm breaking on its own."

At this point, everyone also began to discuss Shi Potian's martial arts. It was really scary that he could even cause a person who had practiced palm techniques for many years to be injured by the rebound.

"Pah!" Another sound was heard. Ye Beixuan continued, "The young man said foolishly, 'What assassin?! I was so confused and uncomfortable that I didn't encounter any assassin.'"

"But Zhan Fei thought he was making excuses for himself, and was even a little surprised." When talking about Shi Potian setting Zhan Fei's bones and healing his injuries, some people who had just laughed at him and called him a bastard felt ashamed. Perhaps this is what it means in troubled times, when selfishness has become a common phenomenon, and kindness has become an alternative and incompatible thing.

"Snapped!"

"To know what will happen next, please wait for the next chapter."

The bang of the gavel suddenly woke everyone present up. Time passed quickly without them noticing. Some people even had the dishes on their plates gone cold but had not eaten yet.

But these had nothing to do with Ye Beixuan. He stared at the shouting and cursing and prepared to go back to rest.

stare.
[Storytelling Level: LV4 (0/100000)]

[Today's Storytelling Chapter 6, Longevity Increase: One Day, Strengthen Basic Swordsmanship (Maximum Level)]

[System Upgrade Reward: All Eight Extraordinary Meridians are opened, and the Wind Control Technique is obtained]

[Wind Control Technique: Body Movement, Flexibility, Lightness]

[System upgrade function: Upgrade from Chapter 6 to Chapter 8 and get enhanced]

[Strengthening: After completing each chapter, you can strengthen your own abilities or skills.]

Hmm? It was like a pillow being delivered right when you're sleepy. Ye Beixuan had always felt very weak in this area, and now he finally had a technique that he needed.

But I'm already at level 4, and it's time to leave, so let's finish it quickly.

Ye Beixuan dodged and used the wind control technique to run towards home. When he passed by the open space outside the yard, he saw two figures, one white and one black, playing music with great enthusiasm.

The duet turned out to be "Xuan Xiao Su Lian". Ye Beixuan stopped and listened in amazement, confused. Where did the song "Xuan Xiao Su Lian" come from? This song was clearly a song he and Li Xianglian had played together before.

The music was melodious and he nodded secretly. Although it was not as good as the duet between him and Li Xianglian, it also had its own unique characteristics.

Suddenly, the zither and flute ensemble stopped, and a somewhat vicissitudes of life voice came out, saying: "Young friend Ye."

Ye Beixuan was stunned! Was I found out? Impossible! With my One Thought, One Thousand Faces, it shouldn't be possible for me to be found out.

Helplessly, he floated away and slowly stopped in front of them.

"I didn't expect someone so young to have such powerful martial arts skills. I admire you. I'm Liu Yang. May I know your name, little brother?"

"I admire your old man's style. Nice to meet you." Another person bowed.

"My name is Ye Shiluo. I live nearby and am the storyteller at the inn. I wonder why you two are performing here?" Ye Beixuan asked, puzzled. Of all the places to go, why choose a place so close to him? Are you deliberately looking for trouble?

"Ah. Yesterday, I listened to Brother Ye's talk about 'The Knight's Ode', and I deeply understand it." Liu Yang sighed, but did not directly answer Ye Beixuan's words. Instead, he said to himself: "I wonder if Brother Ye, are you interested in listening to our story?"

Ye Beixuan sighed inwardly! It turned out to be yesterday's audience! I thought I was exposed!

Then he thought to himself: Telling stories? I'm a professional storyteller, and now I want to listen to others tell stories? Ye Beixuan covered his forehead, but still agreed happily. After all, listening to others tell stories is also a kind of enjoyment.

"In this case, it is better to obey than to be respectful."

Liu Yang sighed and began to speak:
"Rumor has it that Li Xianglian, the leader of the Red Sleeve Pavilion, has passed away. She had a mysterious confidant who co-created a mysterious martial arts book with her."

Speaking of Li Xianglian, Ye Beixuan's heart sank, and he immediately thought to himself: Could this be talking about the story between me and her?
(End of this chapter)