Longevity, starting from traveling and telling stories

Chapter 55 Zhang Yizhuang's Storytelling
"Could Mr. Qian help me finish telling this story to the children?" Ye Beixuan handed over the written book with a sincere tone.

Mr. Qian asked suspiciously, "Mr. Ye has been cleared of suspicion and can do this himself. Why does he need me to do it for him?"

Ye Beixuan sighed inwardly. After all, he was just a rootless duckweed. It was just a luxury to want to find a stable place.

"After this incident, I am afraid I will no longer have the heart to teach. I would like to ask Mr. Qian to help me fulfill this last wish for the children." Ye Beixuan bowed again, his tone sincere.

"In that case, I will do my best." Mr. Qian took the book and bowed in return.

"Thank you." Ye Beixuan said, clasping his fists and saying, "In that case, I will take my leave."

"Mr. Ye, have a good trip."

After saying this, Ye Beixuan turned around, put his hands behind his back, and slowly walked through the school gate.

Taking a deep breath, he stopped outside the door and looked back suddenly. The memories of these days were deeply imprinted in his heart.

The laughter of the children while listening to the stories and their innocent and simple expressions are all vivid in my mind.

"Hey! Is there one missing?"

After a long time, he slowly turned around and walked towards the charity cemetery with firm steps. His lonely back was like a lonely lost leaf in late autumn.

A gust of wind blew by, gently ruffling his clothes and hair, as if the children were seeing him off.

Yizhuang.

The charity cemetery is not an auspicious place. It is located in a remote corner, sparsely populated and overgrown with weeds.

The old earthen walls were covered with unknown vines. There were a few dilapidated houses nearby that had been moved away. Several walls had cracks, and some had even collapsed. The air was eerie and dark.

The gate of the charity cemetery was slightly open, the door knocker had long been rusted, and weeds grew in the cracks of the bluestone in front of the door, and insects slowly crawled out of the cracks from time to time.

Occasionally, a few crows would appear on the dead tree in front of the door, making shrill cries.

The occasional faint coughing sounds coming from the charity cemetery were particularly clear and eerie.

Ye Beixuan walked slowly to the front door, stretched out his hand and knocked slowly.

Boom boom boom!
"anyone there?"

Boom boom boom!
"anyone there?"

"Who is it?" A low, hoarse, and eerie voice came from inside the charity cemetery.

With a response, the silent footsteps came closer and closer, until a creaking sound was heard and the slightly open door opened completely.

The dim light from the oil lamp outlined his figure, which was hunched and shriveled, with clothes hanging loosely on his body, as if he had walked out of a rotten coffin.

His gray hair looked bluish-gray in the light of the oil lamp, and his lips were chapped.

"Who are you looking for?" As he spoke, his broken and yellowed front teeth were exposed, and his low and hoarse voice seemed to come from another world.

"Hello, I am the teacher of a child who was sent here today. I want to see him." Ye Beixuan is no longer the Wuxia A'mon he used to be. After living with ghosts for a long time, what is there to be afraid of?

The old man was stunned and said in a hoarse voice: "But this seems..."

Before he finished speaking, a few pieces of silver appeared before his eyes. The silver pieces emitted a bluish-white light reflected by the oil lamp, making the old man's dim eyes as bright as stars.

"Come in!" The old man turned sideways and motioned Ye Beixuan to enter.

As soon as you step in, a long-corrupted smell hits you in the face, making you feel nauseous.

What caught my eye were several coffins neatly arranged, probably those of some unknown bodies whose families could not be found.

On the stretcher on the other side, there were three bodies covered with white cloth, neatly arranged. They should be Li Hao's family of three.

"Excuse me, sir," Ye Beixuan said, bowing. "May I borrow your room for a while?" "No, this is the rule..." The old man saw the silver again, and his dim and cloudy eyes brightened again. He happily took the money and said, "My last name is Zhang, just call me Old Zhang. You can only stay for two hours!"

"I'm going to get some fresh air. It's too stuffy here."

"Thank you, Mr. Zhang." Ye Beixuan said with a bow.

After saying this, the old man slowly walked out of the door, feeling secretly delighted. In this day and age, there are still people willing to guard the charity cemetery alone. He didn't expect that he would make a small fortune.

The dim environment and the flickering light of the oil lamp magnified the eerie atmosphere. Ye Beixuan took a quick look and saw seven or eight people in the room, with only the sound of one breathing.

Snap! A clapperboard sounded.

In the dim light, Ye Beixuan stood in front of the wooden board where the bodies of Li Hao's family lay, his expression solemn.

He cleared his throat slightly, his voice as clear as a spring: "Ladies and gentlemen, listen to me today as I tell you a story about a dragon falling in love with a pig..."

His eyes were focused and serious, as if the person in front of him was not a cold corpse, but a student sitting on a small stool, his hands resting on his cheeks, with an innocent and simple expression.

He danced with joy, imitating the movements of Taibai Jinxing striking the cat demon: "I saw Taibai Jinxing, with golden light emitting from his hands..."

As the plot progresses, his voice becomes more enthusiastic, and as the plot takes another turn, his tone becomes more subdued.

"That cat demon was finally killed by Zhu Bajie's fart..."

Having said that, the corners of his mouth curled up slightly, and his smiling eyes swept over them, as if talking to them.

Ye Beixuan spoke faster and faster, his footsteps making a rustling sound in the quiet environment of the charity cemetery, his storytelling voice intertwined with the others, he was completely immersed in the language, his voice was like the warm winter sun, he tried to tell the story with ups and downs to dispel the haze of death, and also hoped that a miracle would suddenly happen and he would suddenly wake up to applaud and cheer.

"This is the end! To protect the people of all directions, Xiaolongnu is willing to turn into a spring..."

[Storytelling Level: LV3 (24000/30000)]

[Today, we will talk about the sixth chapter, increasing lifespan: one day increases your cultivation by sixty days]

[Spring Blossom Pig Bajie Completion Reward: Passive Defense Thicker Than Pig Skin]

[Absolute defense thicker than pig skin: can only be used once a day. It will be triggered if attacked by a sneak attack, or you can trigger it yourself. The duration of a single activation increases with the increase of cultivation level. The current cultivation level can maintain it for five minutes.]

Ye Beixuan lowered his low voice, and the echo continued to reverberate in the silent charity cemetery. There were no cheers or applause, only endless silence.

He lowered his head slightly and looked at the three bodies covered with white cloth. After a moment's pause, he exhaled lightly, and a trace of loneliness flashed in his eyes.

The corners of his mouth twitched slightly, trying to force a smile again, but it only turned into bitter self-mockery.

After watching silently for a long time, he took away the pig-head sign, took light steps with his heavy legs, turned around, and walked slowly towards the door with his hands behind his back.

Walk out the door, take a deep breath, and the fresh air with its coolness will dispel the dullness and decay brought by the charity cemetery.

"Are you done?" The guard, Old Zhang, was sitting on the large bluestone next to him, eating some unknown food.

"Ah."

"The dead cannot be resurrected. What a pity for this child; he's just beginning his life!" Old Zhang said in a low, calm voice, "If there's any way to lure out the murderer, then this family of three will surely rest in peace."

Temptation? Ye Beixuan's heart sank. This is a good idea.

"Thank you, Mr. Zhang, for the reminder." Ye Beixuan already had an idea in his mind. After expressing his gratitude, he quickly left and headed towards the inn. He had already thought of an important method that might work.

"Thank me?" Old Zhang muttered to himself, "Why should I thank you? There are so many fools these days. They give me money and you still thank me..."

"Can we have more fools like this?"

(End of this chapter)