Longevity, starting from traveling and telling stories

Chapter 101 The Legend of Shushan
Hiss. Ye Beixuan was stunned. Isn't there a story right now that fits this situation?

So he responded: "I don't deserve your advice, but as a storyteller, compiling stories is my job. If you don't mind, I have a story right now."

Zhang Kun's eyes lit up, and he said hurriedly, "In that case, I will thank you on behalf of these disciples. I will summon them here right away."

After he finished speaking, a piece of yellow paper appeared in Zhang Kun's hand. He stepped on the seven stars and made seals with his hands. The yellow paper stood in the air and soon turned into a thousand paper cranes, and then turned into a stream of light and flew away.

Ye Beixuan was stunned. This is so much more advanced than sending a letter by carrier pigeon! This trick must be learned.

After doing all this, Zhang Kun said with a smile: "Please wait a moment, sir."

Ye Beixuan was pulled back to his thoughts by Zhang Kun. His eyes rolled, and he said lightly, "Master Zhang, you are too polite. I said I would visit you another day, but I have been busy with other things and didn't know how to find you, so I was delayed for a while."

"Hahaha." Zhang Kun said with a smile: "Mr. Ye, just use the paper crane to spread the word. Zhang will be there as soon as you tell him."

Then he suddenly said with an apologetic look on his face, "It was Zhang who forgot to give you the rumored technique of the Tianji Pavilion paper crane. This is Zhang's dereliction of duty."

Then a piece of paper floated up from Zhang Kun's hand and slowly floated to Ye Beixuan. He stretched out his hand to catch the paper, and his heart was immediately filled with joy. He got it so easily.

After a while, a sound of orderly footsteps was heard. Zhang Kun, who had been smiling just now, looked at the path where his disciples had not yet appeared, and his expression suddenly became serious.

Ye Beixuan said softly: "Xiaobei, go move the table and put it here."

"Yes, Master." Ye Xiaobei didn't know what the master wanted the table for, but he just did whatever the master said.

Although Ye Xiaobei is small in stature, he is extremely agile. He moved the table in front of Ye Beixuan as quickly as a gust of wind.

Ye Beixuan was not in a hurry. He took out the three-piece storytelling set from behind him that he had not used for a long time. He placed the beating board, gavel and folding fan steadily on the table in turn, and tidied his appearance.

At this time, the footsteps gradually approached, and the outer disciples at the entrance of the path appeared in an orderly manner.

Zhang Kun sat aside, his expression dignified, and said in a calm tone, "Everyone stand in line over there and listen carefully to the teacher's sermon!"

Upon hearing the order, the disciples quickly lined up and looked at Ye Beixuan. You know, only inner disciples have the privilege of hearing a sermon, and outer disciples like them don't even have the chance to listen to one.

"Hmm!" Ye Beixuan cleared his throat and opened his folding fan with a "snap", which immediately attracted everyone's attention.

His gaze was deep, as if he could see through time and space. His tone was also empty and profound as he spoke, "Today, I will tell you a story called The Legend of Shu Mountain. It is said that there is a magical mountain range in this world called Shu Mountain. It is steep and majestic, and the mist and clouds are like a fairyland. Within the mountain are countless immortal palaces, and one of them is called Kunlun."

"And above Kunlun, there is a fairy flying in the sky, her clothes fluttering in the wind, and wherever she goes, there is a dazzling glow of light." Ye Beixuan said as he waved his folding fan, his body also imitating the flying movements of the fairy ascending to heaven, it really felt like a fairy descending to the earth.

The disciples in the audience looked at Ye Beixuan's funny actions with their eyes wide open and their mouths slightly open, wanting to laugh but not daring to. The serious atmosphere at the scene suddenly became much more relaxed.

One disciple thought to himself, "Mr. Ye is truly unique. Compared to those arrogant people who look down on others, he is much more approachable and amiable, without any airs of superiority at all."

Zhang Kun stood aside, appearing calm in front of his disciples, but his heart was in turmoil.

Ye Xiaobei was even more astonished, and couldn't help but mutter in his heart: "Could it be that the master is a god?"

Ye Beixuan continued, "Two hundred years ago, on Kunlun Mountain, Master Gu Yue died at the hands of the Blood Demon..." (From the movie Legend of Zu Mountain)

He began to tell the story of how Gu Yue died at the hands of the Blood Demon and his disciple Xuan Tianzong fell into a deep sleep. Two hundred years later, the Blood Demon awoke again and vowed to destroy the entire Shushan Immortal Residence.

Could this be Mr. Ye, someone from the Shushan Immortal Residence? Zhang Kun could no longer maintain his composure, his heart pounding with shock. How similar was the calamity at Tiankui Mountain to what he'd described? And the source of the calamity was also the Blood Demon. Could it be that Mr. Ye wasn't just telling a story, but an experience from years ago? Otherwise, why would he single out Shushan?
At this moment, a peerless figure was walking towards the courtyard. Suddenly, she heard someone telling a story and stopped in her tracks, her heart in turmoil. She didn't dare to move forward. She was afraid that it wasn't him she saw, but she was also afraid of how to face him if she saw him. With a thousand thoughts in her mind, she decided to take a sneak peek, just a single glance.

Her legs seemed to weigh a thousand pounds at this moment, and her steps were extremely heavy. Her soul consciousness even split. One consciousness pulled her forward, while the other consciousness pulled her backward, but in the end, the soul that moved forward was superior.

Finally, she reached the entrance of the path in the courtyard. She hid her figure and looked quietly at the bearded storyteller.

I felt a little disappointed. Everything about him was the same except his appearance. He must be the storyteller that Ma Xiaoming and Mao Xiaofei met last time! Judging from their description, he was rugged and had a big beard. It should be him. I didn't expect him to save me. I should be grateful to him.

"Li Yingqi's Heavenly Strike Sword was the first to emit a sword sound, and the sword body emitted a light like a cold moon. At the same time, Lian Xing's Thunder Flame Sword also burst into a golden light, like the scorching sun, making it impossible to open your eyes."

Ye Beixuan spoke vividly, describing the scene of Li Yingqi and Lian Xing joining forces. At this point he paused to let everyone feel the picture he had imagined in his mind.

"Is Mr. Ye talking about the Sun and Moon Twin Swords of my Tianji Pavilion?"

Zhao Kun was even more shocked, and his heart became more certain. Could it be that Mr. Ye had seen the Sun and Moon Swords combined before? You know, only the leaders of the few giants in the immortal palaces had witnessed this combination.

"Hmm!" He coughed lightly and continued in a deep voice, "At this moment in Shushan, the Nether Spring Blood Demon appeared, and a blood cloud covered the sky and the sun, heading straight for Xuantian Zong and Lian Xing's physical body."

When it comes to the story of the Master of Mount Wutai using the Daluo Buddha's hand, a shocking palm appears above the blood cloud, blocking the blood cloud from moving forward.

Zhang Kun and his disciples were stunned. What kind of strength was this? A single palm strike could actually cause a strange phenomenon to descend from the sky. This person must have already reached the Nascent Soul stage.

Seeing that the fight was almost over, Ye Beixuan's tone suddenly turned negative. "However, that earth-shattering Tathagata Palm only held out for a moment before it was shattered by a roar. The Wutaishan master was also severely injured and vomited blood from the backlash."

"Countless monks in the entire Wutai Mountain formation were killed or wounded. Mount Wutai collapsed, and the formation collapsed in an instant."

"What?" Zhang Kun stood up, his heart filled with shock. He blurted out, "Even at the Nascent Soul stage, he could only hold on for a moment. Is the Ancient Blood Demon really that terrifying?"

He had a lot of thoughts in his mind. If the ancient blood demon was really as terrifying as Mr. Ye said, then we would not even be cannon fodder.

Before they could digest the news, a voice spoke again, "The Nether Spring Blood Demon, carrying the power of heaven and earth, emerged from the blood cloud. He has already reached the pinnacle of the world."

At this point, the voice stopped abruptly, and the scene was so quiet that even the sound of breathing could be heard clearly.

After a long time, the disciples saw that Ye Beixuan stopped talking and couldn't help but start a discussion.

"This is what the master is teaching us: the righteous path will always prevail, and for justice, we are willing to sacrifice ourselves."

"Yes! This is the way that Master has taught us!"

"Everyone, please listen to the next episode to know what happens next. I will continue this story at this time tomorrow." Ye Beixuan slowly folded up his folding fan and placed it on the table. He said, "Xiaobei, clean up."

At this time, Zhang Kun also bowed and said goodbye, then slowly left with his disciples.

Li Xianglian was also full of emotion in her heart. If the devil attacks one day, I will make the same choice as Li Yingqi.

Seeing that all the disciples had left, she walked over with graceful steps. She came today mainly to thank Ye Beixuan for his medical treatment.

Ye Beixuan was just about to call Ye Xiaobei to clean up the mess when he suddenly saw a peerless figure and was stunned. Was it her?
(End of this chapter)