Longevity, starting from traveling and telling stories

Chapter 12 A stroke of God

What comes into view is a forest of green bamboos, with the bamboos blocking the sun. A winding stone path is hidden among them, leading to an ancient house.

In the yard in front of the house, a clear stream flows gently, and petals fall on the water, rippling with the waves.

He is indeed a rich man, this is simply a detached villa!

"Sir, please follow me inside to take a look." Liang Mingji said with a smile.

Step into the house.

Ye Beixuan took a quick glance. The window lattices were beautifully carved. Through the mottled light and shadow, he could see that the room was covered with plain curtains, the tables were neatly arranged, and the tea sets were placed quietly. It was obvious that someone cleaned the room regularly.

The surroundings are extremely quiet, as if isolated from the world, like a corner of fairyland, which makes people intoxicated and forget the troubles of the world.

Seeing Ye Beixuan's expression still calm and composed, Liang Mingji felt uneasy. He was indeed a hermit who was not even tempted by such a house. So he asked tentatively, "What do you think, sir?"

Ye Beixuan sighed secretly! This place really has a feeling of "picking chrysanthemums under the eastern fence, leisurely seeing the southern mountains".

"That's it!" Although he was very excited inside, he remained calm on the surface.

"Oh! Okay." Liang Mingji finally completed the assigned task, and felt excited and happy.

To him, it was just a little money, as his family had plenty of money anyway. But meeting a master was something that could only be encountered by chance.

"In that case, I won't bother you anymore. I will come in person to invite you to have a drink at my brother and sister-in-law's wedding." Seeing that his goal was achieved, Liang Mingji immediately bowed and took his leave.

He knew that these hermits usually had strange tempers. He had spoken rudely before, and now he was afraid of disturbing Ye Beixuan and making him unhappy.

"In that case, I won't see you off. Please thank Mr. Liang for me." Ye Beixuan said with a salute.

"I dare not, I dare not, I'll take my leave." After saying that, Liang Mingji immediately retreated.

After seeing Liang Mingji leave, Ye Beixuan carefully looked at several rooms and was extremely satisfied. This was his first house and it could be said that he had a home.

Whoosh! An oil-paper umbrella suddenly flew into the air, hovering in the air. The umbrella slowly unfolded, and a puff of green smoke emerged. A stunningly beautiful woman appeared in the smoke. It was the female ghost Zhao Yunge.

"Sir." The smoke and dust cleared, and the female ghost walked up to Ye Beixuan, bowed her head and bowed gently, and said, "Sir, Yun Ge greets you."

Good. Exposed.

"You can show up in the secular world? Aren't you afraid of being contaminated by vulgarity and weakening yourself?" Ye Beixuan said calmly.

Then his face darkened: "It's different from the mountains here, you need to change your clothes."

What is this female ghost doing suddenly appearing?

Zhao Yunge was stunned for a moment, then understood. The master was a master, and he certainly didn't like her wearing revealing clothes. So she turned 360 degrees and changed into a turquoise dress.

"Tell me! What's the matter that makes you rush out?" Seeing that she had changed her clothes, Ye Beixuan's expression relaxed.

"Sir, I have something to ask you. I would like your guidance." Zhao Yunge said sincerely.

Pointing, pointing again, I am a fake master! But he still said calmly: "What is it?"

"I have something stuck in my throat that I'd be unhappy about if I didn't get it out." Zhao Yunge said as he studied Ye Beixuan's expression. Seeing that he didn't show any signs of anger, he boldly asked, "I want to know what the final outcome of Nie Xiaoqian will be."

That's it! Ye Beixuan breathed a sigh of relief. It just so happened that the previous "A Chinese Ghost Story" was discontinued, and he was worried about it. Now there are listeners delivered to my door, isn't that just what I want? Although the number of people is small, the reward may be very low.

"Okay! Please sit down and let me tell you in detail." "The female ghost Xiaoqian was moved by the scholar Caichen and told him that she was forced by a demon to seduce him." (From "Strange Stories from a Chinese Studio," "Nie Xiaoqian")
Yun Ge sat quietly under the table, her hands gently supporting her cheeks, her bright eyes staring at Ye Beixuan intently.

The pale face exudes a unique sense of beauty in the dim light.

"This is the end! Xiaoqian married Caichen and gave birth to two big fat boys for him."

[Storytelling Level: LV2 (1000/10000)]

[Today's second chapter: Increase lifespan by 2 hours, increase cultivation by days]

[Nie Xiaoqian's completion reward: A stroke of genius, function: The finishing touch.]

A pen? Last time it was a jade flute, this time it's a pen. What's going on? But does this "finishing touch" feature mean that the painting is really impressive? Then can it also draw talismans like Uncle Jiu?

After listening to Ye Beixuan's vivid narration of Nie Xiaoqian's story, Zhao Yunge began to have a lot of thoughts in his mind. Xiaoqian was a female ghost, but she was able to meet her beloved Caichen.

I am also a female ghost, I also met the master, and I also received his selfless help, so will it be the same?
Impossible, absolutely impossible. Who is this gentleman? How could he be attracted to a ghost like me? And since I'm a ghost, this is impossible.

But Xiaoqian was able to survive and give birth to a big fat boy for Caichen, so why couldn't I? When Mr. said this about the ending, was he hinting at me? Was he possessive when he didn't allow me to wear revealing clothes before? I heard that men are very possessive in this aspect.

Thinking of this, her eyes gradually brightened. Should she give it a try? But what if she was wrong? It was terrifying when the master got angry.

Ye Beixuan had no idea that the inner battlefield of Zhao Yunge, the female ghost, was already a river of blood. He was happily studying whether this divine stroke could draw a talisman to subdue demons and monsters.

If you could draw a spell in mid-air, wouldn't that make you invincible? Just a flick of your hand in the air would create a dragon flying and a phoenix dancing. How magnificent would that be?

So, although the man and the ghost both looked normal, their thoughts had already drifted to the clouds.

Boom boom boom!
"Sir, it's me, remember. I'm here to give you the deed and invitation."

There was a knock on the door, and both the female ghost and Ye Beixuan were startled.

Swoosh! Yun Ge turned into green smoke, brought a breeze and returned to the umbrella, flying into Ye Beixuan's hands.

"Sir?" Liang Mingji called out again.

"Come in!" Ye Beixuan withdrew his thoughts and responded in a deep voice.

As Liang Mingji stepped through the door, he heard a hissing sound and felt a chill that made his hair stand on end.

It wasn't like this before! What happened?
Ye Beixuan quickly put away the oil-paper umbrella, and it was like a warm current flowing from outside the house into the house, which made Liang Mingji stunned for a moment.

As the warm current continued to flow in, his feeling of coldness gradually subsided until it returned to normal, and he finally came to his senses.

Is the gentleman practicing martial arts?
"Sir, I'm sorry to bother you. My father sent me to deliver this to you personally," Liang Mingji said as he walked towards Ye Beixuan's desk, holding the land deed and the bright red invitation.

Looking at the title deed, which looked like the property certificate from my previous life, I felt calm in my heart.

"Tomorrow is my younger brother's wedding, so please be kind enough to do me a favor, sir."

"Got it. I will definitely go and congratulate you."

"In that case, I won't disturb you from resting, sir. Mingji will take his leave." Liang Mingji bowed and said this, then took three steps back with a respectful look on his face and turned to leave.

(End of this chapter)