CHAPTER 267: CHAPTER 267: CLASSIC TALE

Seeing Xing Kang refuse, Shen Qinglan hurriedly said, "I’ll come up with the story, you just need to tell it!"

"Miss, you should return home!"

How can one interpret a story written by others?

He felt that, in the end, the best stories are those written by oneself!

"Mr. Xing, please don’t reject it so hastily!"

Shen Qinglan took out the papers of the first three Chapters of Journey to the West that she had prepared in advance and handed them to Xing Kang, saying, "Please take a look at this before making a decision. If you still refuse after reading, I will go elsewhere to seek someone else!"

"This is...?" Xing Kang looked at her, puzzled.

Shen Qinglan smiled, "The story I prepared."

Xing Kang hesitated for a moment but eventually reached out to accept it.

Duan Yunfei lowered his voice and curiously asked, "When did you write the story? Why didn’t you let me take a look?"

"I wrote it last month!" Fearing to disrupt Xing Kang’s reading, Shen Qinglan also lowered her voice in response to Duan Yunfei, "I thought you didn’t like reading stories."

He chuckled lightly and said, "Remember to let me read it when we return."

Shen Qinglan nodded with a smile, "Alright!"

Over there, Xing Kang was still deeply immersed, holding the stack of papers with hands slightly trembling, a light of shock and astonishment flashing in his eyes.

Seeing his reaction, Duan Yunfei and old Tang couldn’t help but show a hint of curiosity.

A few years ago, Xing Kang was a well-known storyteller in Jinxi Town. Not that what he wrote was particularly good, but his expressions while narrating, and the rise and fall of his tone with the development of the plot, were highly captivating.

Shen Qinglan sat calmly; a good work is timeless. A classic is a classic, no matter where it is placed, it remains a classic. Thus, Xing Kang’s reaction was almost within her expectations.

All three of them remained silent, and soon the courtyard fell into silence, with only the sound of cicadas and the rustling noise as Xing Kang turned the pages.

Unknown how much time had passed, Xing Kang suddenly looked up at Shen Qinglan and asked somewhat urgently, "Do you have the latter half of the story, Miss?"

"Of course, I do." Shen Qinglan replied with a faint smile, "I have the complete story."

"I wonder, who wrote this story?" Xing Kang asked in shock, "How did this person come up with a monkey emerging from an immortal stone?"

Shen Qinglan smiled without speaking; this was a question she couldn’t answer. To get an answer, one would have to ask Wu Cheng’en.

"Could it be..." Xing Kang’s eyes widened instantly, "Is this story perhaps written by you, Miss?"

Shen Qinglan said, "If you say so, then yes!"

Xing Kang was instantly stunned.

This young girl, how old could she be? Probably not even sixteen yet, how could she write such an astonishing mythological story?

The poetic verses, even the descriptions of characters and settings within, would take decades of experience to write.

Shen Qinglan wasn’t concerned about whether Xing Kang doubted; after all, even if he searched across the entire Yunye Country, he wouldn’t find a Wu Cheng’en.

She smiled and asked, "Mr. Xing, are you willing to tell this story?"

"I can!" Xing Kang came to his senses and nodded repeatedly, "Of course I can! Even if Miss doesn’t pay me a storytelling fee, I am willing to tell it!"

Such a heart-stirring classic story, he had never encountered it before in his many years.

"Miss, I wonder, after the Monkey King goes to the Heavenly Court with Venus, does he become an Immortal Official successfully?"

Xing Kang was eager to know how the story unfolded afterwards.

Shen Qinglan chuckled lightly, "He does become one, but later..."

She paused, ultimately not giving any spoilers, but instead said, "If Mr. Xing wants to see the next Chapter, I’m afraid you’ll have to wait until the day you start your job."