Day and night tour

Chapter 13: Nuo
"I still like the way you commented on Shu Liangzi just now. You said 'the writing is not right' and 'the skin is too thick'. Can you calm down for a while?"

There was a hint of personal grudge in Zhou Xuan's words.

There is no rebelliousness in Yuan Buyu, he is just a flatterer.

He smiled in a very fawning way: "I am still not a steady person. Sometimes I speak too fast and cannot control myself. Little boss, lend me the book Liangzi. It is really well written..."

Oh, so you were teaching me a lesson just now, but you were so engrossed in it that I didn't show it to you, so you feel uneasy.

"Old man Yuan, please don't borrow it. My book Liangzi is useful."

Zhou Xuan turned and entered the Quiet Room.

He took the notebook back just now because Lv Mingkun came to him and said, "Junior brother, the class leader wants to see you."

Why did Zhou Xuan come at night? Wasn't it just to give Zhou Lingyi a gift and cultivate the relationship between the siblings?

There is no time to waste on old man Yuan.

Yuan Buyu could only watch Zhou Xuan enter the hall.

Inside the hall, Zhou Lingyi stood facing the wall. On the work table behind her, six bodies of death row prisoners were neatly arranged.

The body had been scented and was filled with the aroma of fresh flowers.

Zhou Xuan carefully walked across the table where the corpse was placed and approached Zhou Lingyi: "Sister."

"I know about Lao Han. You don't need to apologize. He has been arrogant for more than a day or two. It's better to fire him.
However, it is not easy to find a good and experienced driver in Pingshui Prefecture. You fired the person, so you have to recruit a new driver yourself."

Zhou Xuan was impressed by Zhou Lingyi's sharp ears.

It had only been a short time since the incident between him and Han Jianshan, but Zhou Lingyi had never left Jingyu Hall and had found out everything.

"Sister, I'm not here to see you because of Han Jianshan." Zhou Xuan took out the draft of the novel "Lush Mountain Love" from his notebook and handed it over.

"I was possessed by a ghost baby, and it was my sister who helped me out. I will always remember this favor, and I will think of giving you a gift when I get back to my room."

Zhou Lingyi held up the white paper on which the draft was written and said in an exaggerated tone, "Oh, this is the gift? It's too grand."

This was sarcasm, Zhou Xuan could tell.

He patiently explained, "The paper is not grand, and the words are not valuable, but the stories inside are soaked with my hard work."

This is true, but the person who put his heart and soul into it was not Zhou Xuan, but Huang Zumo, the director of "Lush Mountain Love".

"Okay, okay, I believe you. I will take a close look at it when we get back home." Zhou Lingyi carefully folded the white paper into a square and put it into the sachet she carried with her.

"By the way, sister, I also wrote a book Liangzi, which tells the same story as the novel, but this is my first time writing a storytelling book, so I have no experience and I feel that many parts are not well written. Can we discuss it?"

The warmth of many relationships is cultivated through discussion.

But Zhou Lingyi had no intention of discussing it. She shook the round fan in her hand and declined, "Sister, I haven't read as many books as you, nor have I read as well as you. I am even worse at writing than you. If we discuss it, I'm afraid I will show my weakness, haha."

Ah,
My sister is still shy.

It turns out that big guys also have times when they are not confident.
However, my sister's lack of confidence is quite cute, unlike that old man Yuan Buyu, who would lecture you before you even read a few words of the book.

What a big head!
"Sister, a great philosopher once said that art is about innate spirituality. Without spirituality, it's useless to read a lot of books. I think I'm not bad in spirituality, but compared with you, I'm a long way behind..."

PUA teacher Zhou has started classes.

Using rhetoric to attack others psychologically and destroy their self-confidence is a form of PUA.

Similarly, using rhetoric to provide emotional value and encourage the other party to be blindly confident is also another form of PUA.

This sugar-coated rhetoric really works.

Zhou Lingyi was okay in terms of blind self-confidence, but she couldn't help but smile, covering her mouth with a round fan, and said with a smile: "My brother, you are asking me for something, you have really changed recently, your words are so sweet."

"It's because my sister shared the bitterness of my life, and now I am left with only sweetness."

Zhou Xuan even arranged some cheesy love words.

But despite the corny words, they had a greater impact on Zhou Lingyi than the ruthless flattery just now.

She was silent for a while, with a slightly sad expression on her face.

Realizing that she had lost her composure, Zhou Lingyi tried to calm down and said to Zhou Xuan with a faint smile,

"Brother, let's not discuss storytelling. I really don't have that ability. Let me recommend someone to you. Look for Yuan Buyu. Even though he is a cook, he really understands storytelling.
In the entire Zhou family, no one knows storytelling better than him."

"You mean that Yuan Dong Wang, he's still waiting to lend me the book Liangzi!"

"what?"

"Old man Yuan, have you read my book Liangzi? At first he was very impressive, teaching me lessons and telling me about the life of a storyteller. He never stopped talking."

"and then?"

"He was engrossed in it. He didn't say a word. He didn't respond when I called him. If I hadn't brought the book back, he would still be reading it in the pavilion."

Thinking of Yuan Buyu's serious look, Zhou Xuan just found it funny. He crouched there motionless. Looking from a distance, he thought it was a Transformer that had lost power.

Zhou Lingyi didn't find it funny, she just felt surprised.

She knew who Yuan Buyu was.

It is the most famous incense stick in the storyteller's hall in the past thirty years.

The storyteller’s specialty is storytelling, and he has seen countless good books.

How could such a person have such a big reaction to Zhou Xuan's book Liangzi? How should this book Liangzi be written?

She was in a daze, and somehow took the book from Zhou Xuan's hand, opened it and examined it carefully.

Reading from beginning to end, she only felt that the story was moving and ingenious, but she really didn't see the deeper mystery that could make Yuan Buyu, a genius, think so hard.

It's normal that they didn't notice it. There are huge differences between the halls, and each has its own abilities and skills. What one hall thinks is just a trivial item may be an incredible treasure in the eyes of other halls.

"Sister, sister...you are not addicted too, are you?"

Zhou Xuan originally had no plans for his future life development, he just wanted to be a rich second generation and lie down. Now, he has a plan!

Otherwise, just be a plagiarist.

A "Romance in Lushan Mountain" can make Yuan Buyu and her sister obsessed one by one. Suppose I bring out Huanzhu Louzhu, Zhang Henshui, Jin Yong, Jin Lin Qi Shi..., how should the people of Jing country respond! ?

Wouldn’t you be unable to put it down and look at it day and night?

Zhou Lingyi finally came out of her trance. She said earnestly, "Brother, the gift you gave me today was so grand."

This is not sarcasm.

"Logically speaking, as a brother, you are sensible enough to give me such an expensive gift, and as a sister, I shouldn't have any extravagant expectations. But I still can't help but want to ask you to give me another gift."

beg me?

This feeling suddenly sublimated.

My sister's attitude changed so drastically, it was like she had suddenly put on a new mask.

Zhou Xuan was quite generous and asked, "What other gifts do you want?"

"Can you lend this book, Liangzi, to Mr. Yuan to read for three days?" Zhou Lingyi knew that this request was unreasonable, and her voice was so low that it was almost inaudible at the end.

In Jingguo, one can make a fortune by writing. Many literary friends write their own works, and it is impossible for them to lend the original manuscripts of their works to others before they are published.

You can say it is to treasure one's own things or to prevent others from stealing one's knowledge, this is the trend.

Zhou Xuan's book Liangzi is no ordinary writer. The fact that he can make Yuan Buyu obsessed with it must mean that he has something extraordinary about him.

If someone borrows such a precious text and reads it for three days, it must be hard to let it go.

Zhou Lingyi made the request with trepidation, but Zhou Xuan agreed decisively.

No extra chatter.

Zhou Xuan walked to the entrance of the hall and said to Yuan Buyu: "Old man Yuan, you are lucky. My sister let me borrow your book for three days..."

"borrow?"

"You want it directly?"

"No, no...it's just that happiness comes a little...suddenly." Yuan Buyu scratched his cheek and throat anxiously, staring at Zhou Xuan's letter eagerly.

This look, this state,
They look just like refugees waiting for porridge to be served at a porridge stall.

"Remember to return it to me after you finish reading it."

Zhou Xuan stretched out his hand and handed over the book.

"Thank you."

Yuan Buyu answered it anxiously, and like a child, he jumped happily and trotted towards the dormitory.

Zhou Xuan was also happy from the bottom of his heart.

He originally wanted to fill the emotional hole between the siblings, but now it seems that not only has the hole been filled, it's even a little bulging.

My sister owes me a favor.

Zhou Lingyi was also happy.

Although Yuan Buyu is the god of the Zhou family on the surface, they are actually in a cooperative relationship.

Now that my grandfather has passed away, this relationship has tended to become indifferent and precarious.

Thanks to this favor, the bond between the two sides became closer.

In the uneasy Pingshui Prefecture, with all the major gangs coveting the Zhou family, having a divine being guarding the house can save a lot of trouble.

The three parties each have their own joy.

Zhou Xuan is a pragmatist. Since the goal has been achieved, there is no need to stay.

"Sister, I don't have anything else to do. I'm going to go back and rest first. You should also rest early and don't be too tired."

"Hmm..." Zhou Lingyi nodded. She stared at Zhou Xuan's departing back and thought of the novel draft in the sachet - a gift from her younger brother.

My heart finally softened.

She pinched her palm lightly with her fingertips, made up her mind, and shouted to Zhou Xuan, "Brother, wait a moment."

"Is there anything else?"

"Now that we are at the Jingyu Hall, let's pay respect to our ancestors."

Zhou Lingyi pointed to the broken masks on the wall and said.

It turns out that these broken masks are the Nuo opera masks used by our ancestors?

What are their special functions?
How come they are all broken?
Especially that piece of charcoal, even if it is an old item, it cannot be preserved like this if it is not properly maintained!
Zhou Xuan knew nothing about this.

Fortunately, the original owner didn’t understand either.

Zhou Lingyi introduced Zhou Xuan to me, "Brother, you didn't pay attention to the family business before, so I didn't tell you a lot of things. Now that you've grown up and become sensible, it's time to tell you about them.

“In this world, there are many sects, and in each sect, there are people with special abilities. Some of their abilities are learned from gods, so they are called gods, and some are learned from evil spirits, so they are called evil spirits!

We in the Zhou Clan also established a sect.

Our name is "Da Nuo". We learned our skills from the Nuo God, so we are naturally divine beings!"

"Is my sister the Great Nuo?"

Zhou Xuan was fascinated by what he heard and asked subconsciously.

"No, I worship the Mingjiang Mansion's sect. The Danu sect has never had many members. During its heyday, there were only two or three people. By the time of my sister and I's generation, there wasn't even a Danu sect left.

The path that the Da Nuo sect has to take is more difficult and dangerous than that of any other sect, but once it becomes powerful, its abilities will be top-notch.

All the halls are afraid,
Afraid of our Zhou family,

A new Nuo has appeared! "

(End of this chapter)