Now that it was gradually approaching noon, Su Changqing came down from the high platform with his erhu in his arms, and watched the storyteller surnamed Liu walk calmly to the stage.

After putting the erhu in the staff lounge, he came outside again, moved a chair and sat down, listening to the storyteller's story with relish.

The content of the stories told by the storyteller is different every day, Su Changqing is a person who likes to listen to stories, so for him, listening to stories is the best way to spend time.

He listened here, and suddenly he felt the system in his head move.

Su Changqing was taken aback, and almost didn't react, because the system always doesn't appear these days, and now Su Changqing has been gradually smoothed out by the days of teasing cats and dogs, and he is about to forget the existence of this system.

He looked with bated breath and found that he had actually started the system to release the task.

And this mission also gave him a sense of familiarity.

"Task 7: Complete the four classics of Chinese medicine within 6 months, which are: "The Yellow Emperor's Neijing", "The Difficult Classic", "Treatise on Typhoid Fever and Miscellaneous Diseases", and "Shennong's Materia Medica". ”

Within 6 months...... Memorized four medical books?

Su Changqing's eyes were about to pop out, there were not many things he had to do every day, just to pull the erhu, he couldn't let it go, because this was a part-time job, he was making money, couldn't he not make money for 6 months and wait for the mountains to eat?

And...... Su Changqing didn't know why he remembered that he hadn't finished the task before, and that thing about changing the system mall to storage space.

Maybe...... What won't happen if you don't finish the task?

Su Changqing thought secretly, but ......

He remembered that he had said before that he wanted to take the road arranged for him by the system, and he was inexplicably a little emotional, and even more excited.

He...... I don't want to waste my time like this anymore.

Maybe give it a try?

Anyway, I may not know when I went, although my body is okay now, but maybe something happened to me?

A few days ago, he didn't know how decadent he lived and how content he was with the status quo......

Since you may not have much time left, ...... He...... Want to take a different path to see the scenery.

Even if the road is hard, hard......

Thinking of this, Su Changqing rekindled his confidence to move forward, and his mind was methodically thinking about what he should do in the next 6 months.

First of all, the work of this violinist is that he must not resign, otherwise after resigning, how will he eat? And if he wants to come out to work after memorizing the medical book, will this teahouse still accept him? I am afraid that he will not be able to save face himself. And in other places, either he accidentally went when he was older, or he didn't have any ability, after all, the specialty of pulling erhu is not useful in many places, not to mention that he doesn't have any certificates, and he hasn't even gone to college in this life.

Therefore, the job of working in a teahouse is definitely not to be lost.

The second is time, in these six months, I have memorized 4 medical skills, it seems like a lot of time, but ...... Su Changqing has never studied Chinese medicine...... What's more, this is still classical Chinese......

Touching his forehead with a headache, Su Changqing felt that his head was big when he thought of this task.

There is no way, so I can only desperately squeeze in time and try to complete this task.

Not to mention...... I've done a mission similar to this one......

Presumably, there are also rich rewards for completing the task.

Su Changqing thought with some bitterness, reached out and took a sip of tea from the teacup.

The tea was already a little cold, and when I drank it, it was still a little cold.

He looked at his phone and found that it was a little late, so he hurriedly ran outside to buy a meat bun to eat.

Recently, he has more savings, and now he has switched to eating meat.

Although this bun is a little greasy, it is still delicious for him, who rarely eats meat.

After nibbling on the buns, the time had quietly reached more than eleven o'clock at noon, Su Changqing wiped his mouth and left the teahouse, planning to go to the vegetable market to buy some vegetables and go home.

At this time, there are not too many people on the street, after all, although it is noon, the autumn wind is very strong, and when it blows, it makes people shiver with cold.

Su Changqing shrunk his hand in his sleeve and walked on the somewhat empty street, and suddenly, he heard a few shouts of joy, which seemed to be very lively in the cold wind.

Then, turning the corner, he saw a small crowd gathered together, and there was a lot of excitement and did not know what to say.

What's going on? What's going on?

Su Changqing was a little curious, and unconsciously took a step towards the group of people.

Because Su Changqing was an old man, everyone let him squeeze inside, and when he met a few angry people, he scolded them.

And then...... And he saw his acquaintances.

There are two monks, one big and one small.

At this time, one of the little monks, holding a bowl in his hand, kept circling around the onlookers, and the young monk called Yuanguang was a gust of boxing, and he was constantly playing applauded boxing.

This is...... Performers?

Su Changqing looked at them with wide eyes.

It's not that they are some kind of Shinto sect or disciple, how did they fall to the point of this kind of street performance?

Su Changqing was surprised in his heart here, but Yuanguang over there was bitter.

Although this set of boxing methods is just an ordinary thing in the temple, it is also the first time that Yuanguang has used it in the way of making money, not to mention that it has now been reduced to a skill of performing arts.

The sect may be in decline......

He closed his eyes slightly, and his heart trembled a little at the cheers of the crowd around him.

......

Su Changqing looked at it for a while, and then withdrew from the crowd.

He put his hand in his pocket and walked towards the market.

Looking at the street performances, Su Changqing didn't know why, and suddenly had an idea in his heart, thinking that if he really didn't work as a pianist in the teahouse, maybe he could make money by selling his art.

And also......

An idea popped into his mind.

What if he traveled the world while earning money by performing his arts?

Thinking of this, the tip of his heart was slightly hot.

Everyone has a dream in their hearts to travel the world and see different scenery in every corner of the world.

Su Changqing thought about it, and his face was so excited that it turned red.

If...... He's saying that if ...... Can he really do that?

He exhaled a breath of warmth into the palm of his hand, touching his face that was no longer young.

The thought was pushed through my heart like the sea.