Star Railway: The Pioneer's Journey

Chapter 132 A Storytelling Full of Ups and Downs

The key to listening to storytelling is whether the storyteller can make the audience feel as if they are there.

Mr. west Yan, the storyteller of the famous teahouse "Bu Ye Hou" on Xuan Ye Avenue, is undoubtedly the best storyteller in Xian Zhou.

They sat down at an inconspicuous table in the teahouse, ordered a few cups of tea—and also gave Xing and Qingni each a cup of "Immortal's Joy Tea"—and then Yunzhi and Lan settled down to listen to the storyteller...

They gossip about them.

Huh?

At first, Yunzhi thought it was pretty good.

I wonder where the storyteller heard the tale of "the Emperor's Archer and his lieutenant working in perfect harmony, successfully wiping out the monsters and burning down their lair"...

But after the initial grandeur subsided, Yunzhi heard some very discordant sounds—

"—Now, let's talk about the most trusted deputy general of the Emperor's Bow, whom we Immortal Boat people call the True Lord Jingfeng Baiyu. This man is tactful, highly skilled in martial arts, and quite famous. Moreover, he is handsome and is favored by many young ladies."

That's right.

Yunzhi and Lan were both very popular, and many people came to propose marriage to them, but they had to give up because there were still many enemies outside.

However, being praised like this in front of a younger person is actually a little embarrassing...

"You are indeed very popular," Lan commented. "Occasionally, some rather crazy women will drug you."

"But it has never succeeded."

The clouds return even faster.

—Because whenever someone tries to drug or poison someone, Yunzhi either goes off to chat and forgets to drink water, or leaves midway through the process.

Over time, after several such incidents, the enemy, seeing Yun Zhi's incredible luck, abandoned the foolish method of poisoning.

Xing tilted her head: "Excuse me, are poisoning and drugging the same thing?"

The poisoning was because of the enemy, the drugging was because of a woman... maybe there were men involved, but ultimately—

You might administer medication because you like it, but surely you wouldn't poison someone because you like it.

"They put something they shouldn't in the wine or tea. Both Lan and I have encountered this, but we've never been poisoned."

See? They've always been very lucky.

Xing expressed her envy: "That's so great."

Qingni, resting her chin on her hand, asked, "True Lord, is it really just good luck?"

"Otherwise, if someone hadn't suffered for us, I wouldn't have known there was anything in the water."

Back then, we were all just ordinary people; how could anyone know so much?

The following discussion does not hinder the storyteller's rhythmic and expressive narration.

Mr. west Yan's voice continued:

"The Fate Master and the True Lord once fought side by side for countless years. Now, they also patrol the starry sea together, never ceasing for five thousand years. It is truly a wonderful story."

Yunzhi: The seals clap.

well said!

Lan smiled faintly: "This is truly... blissful and heartwarming, isn't it?"

The clouds are the only remaining humanity he possesses, and his most important refuge.

【Hunter】Born for revenge.

Lan lives for the clouds.

Qingni suddenly remembered something, and her expression froze.

"Um... how about we go to that restaurant over there and get something to eat? I'll treat you."

She spoke very quickly.

Yun was taken aback: "What's wrong?"

This storyteller is quite good; I haven't had enough yet.

Qingni was so nervous that she didn't know how to say it, so she used body language to express the meaning of "being flustered and confused".

Even its tail behind it started swaying restlessly from side to side:

"True...True Lord, and also, Lord Siming, it's like this, I remember hearing this story before, but the later parts...may be a little offensive to you two."

"what?"

Yunzhi and Lan tilted their heads in unison, displaying a perfect sense of tacit understanding.

Plus, both of them had a youthful look, which completely captivated Qingni, making her lose her mind and not even know how to speak for a moment.

Xing has seen many beautiful women and handsome men, so she has a strong immune system.

But as someone who enjoys creating drama, she didn't want to miss the chance to hear the next "offensive" remarks.

So they didn't open their mouths.

After all that commotion, the storyteller's voice had already drifted over—

"—But no one knows that this gentle and handsome young man, who is pursued by the women of the Immortal Boat, seems to be a young hero who has achieved great things at a young age, but in fact he is a beautiful young lady."

......

? ? ? ? ?

ರ_ರ ...

Yunzhi blinked.

What did he hear?

Lan silently lowered her head, picked up her teacup, and tried to hide her slightly twitching face.

Yunzhi: ......

My ears are blind... no, my eyes are deaf...

He turned his head blankly, then looked into the eyes of his son, Xingxing.

The stars' eager look made Yunzhi a little scared.

"I'm a man."

He put on a smiling mask.

Xing silently looked at his throat.

Yun Zhi laughed even more happily: "I'm not that beautiful."

Xing glanced silently at Yunzhi's chest... seemingly remembering that she herself wasn't that old, and gave up.

Yunzhi: "Little girl, where are you looking? I'm sure I'm a man. I have things you don't, and you have things I don't!"

Xing: "Huh? I haven't said anything yet..."

"Then hold it in, little girl. You don't want your mom to know about that ugly picture of you crawling in the trash can, do you?"

How did this turn into a threat?

And what kind of threat is that? Would Kaffa not know she was rummaging through the trash?

Xing took a sip of the Immortal's Happy Tea and consciously lowered her head without saying a word.

It wasn't...it wasn't because of the death stare from another pair of golden eyes.

Qingni sat down silently, leaned on the table, lowered her head, and folded her ears up to cover them. Her tail tried hard to cover her eyes, but it wasn't long enough.

—Because in front of the True Lord and the God of Fate, it's embarrassing to curl up into a ball.

At that moment, Yunzhi understood why Qingni had said the story that was to come was somewhat offensive.

Where did this unofficial history come from?

—Are there really such boring people under the name of [mystery]?

—Storyteller, you are being very presumptuous.