Day and night tour

Chapter 139 Stealing the Secret

"Why should I know how?" Zhou Xuan wanted to see Yun Ziliang show off his skills, but he was suddenly called.

"Because you can see the Blood Well, and the Blood Well knows how to take care of teeth."

"Uh..." Zhou Xuan thought that the Blood Well Divination was indeed magical, but was the method of maintaining teeth also included?

"Have you forgotten that on the night of Laba sixty-four years ago, the blood well swallowed up many great gods and great yin people?"

Yun Ziliang stroked his beard, sipped the tea, and said,
"Why don't the Fanged Ghosts know how to take care of their teeth? Because the Great Yin in their hall who knows how to take care of teeth has been swallowed by the Blood Well, and in recent years, their connection with the White Walkers behind the hall has not been close enough, and the White Walkers are unwilling to teach them how to take care of their teeth. Without the White Walkers' teaching and the Great Yin's teaching, the method of taking care of teeth has naturally been lost."

"So this blood well is also a treasure trove of knowledge?"

"Why did so many people want to open the Blood Well? Wasn't it for the various lost heritages and flowing treasures inside?"

Yun Ziliang had a deep understanding of the Blood Well and said, "You can visualize the Blood Well and ask. I estimate that the price of obtaining the tooth-nurturing method will not be very high, and it does not require high-level sacrifices."

"Then I really have to ask."

Zhou Xuan felt that Lin Xia's gift of fangs was too heavy, and he had to return a gift to feel at ease. However, using the method of growing teeth as a return gift was also too heavy a gift.

The entire 獠鬼 gang, because they had no way to maintain their teeth, the ghosts were superior to the 獠鬼, and they lost their sharpest edge.

With this method, the strength of the entire Liaogui gang will be raised to a higher level.

"The method of maintaining teeth cannot simply be used as a return gift. We also need to negotiate a price. I just want the price to be lower."

Zhou Xuan was thinking about it when suddenly, the shop door was pushed open and it was Lao Yang, the landlord of Dongshi Street, who came in.

"Brother Zhou, you're going too far."

"What's wrong with me?"

Zhou Xuan was suddenly accused by Lao Yang and was confused.

"You dug the ground in my house, old painting studio."

Old Yang was very angry. He pulled a chair and sat down, crossing his arms over his chest, like a wronged young wife.

"Oh, you mean the dirt pit in the old painting studio?"

"That Yun Ziliang called the laborers to move the dirt early in the morning. Fortunately, I discovered it. If I had seen it later, wouldn't you have dug out a two-story building under the house?"

Old Yang insisted that Zhou Xuan give an explanation.

"Old Yang, I bought your house." Zhou Xuan said directly: "After I buy it, the house is mine. I can dig however I want, right?"

"Buy... Why do you..."

Lao Yang's eyes were suddenly covered by a layer of golden light.

He originally wanted to yell at Zhou Xuan, but the other party's gold bars were too bright and dazzling.

The gold bars were given by Lin Xia and Feng Xigui, and they were in a small box.

This couple, one is the most famous broker in Pingshui Prefecture, and the other is the second in command of Liaogui Hall, and the boss is still her brother.

They are all well-known people, so naturally they are generous.

"What's the price in your shop?"

Zhou Xuan asked Lao Yang.

"I... I'm a little confused... Is your purification service so profitable? Can I get some shares?"

"Don't talk nonsense, what's the price in the store?"

Zhou Xuan asked again.

There is a mother palace stone slab in the old painting studio, and I plan to keep it in a stale state, so it would be less troublesome to buy it.

He really wanted to buy it.

But Lao Yang didn't really want to sell. He regarded his businesses as goose that could lay eggs, and he usually wouldn't kill the goose to get the eggs.

Unless Zhou Xuan gave too much.

"Twenty percent, twenty percent higher than the market price." Zhou Xuan raised two fingers.

"Twenty percent? Then I'll have to think about it..." Old Yang picked up a small gold bar and played with it in his hand.

He turned the gold bar over, put it down immediately, stared at Zhou Xuan, and said, "I've thought about it. I always feel that we are compatible. Adding money will hurt feelings. Last time, we said that we are just friends. How can a friend cheat a friend?

If you agree to it, we can sign the document if it is 10% lower than the market price."

"Then sign it." Zhou Xuan was overjoyed. The money that was about to go into other people's pockets could actually run back. He would be crazy if he didn't sign it.

The price is agreed upon, the documents are signed,
Zhou Xuan didn't have cash, so Lao Yang took out four gold bars and said, "These gold bars are not market regulated and cannot be used directly as currency. I'll go to the gold shop to get a discount. If there's too much, I'll convert it into banknotes and return it to you. If there's too little, I'll ask you to make up for it."

"Okay, okay. I trust Boss Yang's character." Zhou Xuan said politely.

"See you later, Brother Zhou."

Old Yang left happily.

Lu Mingkun looked at the clerk and said, "This Old Yang, is he so easy to talk to today?"

Zhou Xuan, holding a gold bar in his hand, looked outside the door and said, "Nothing comes easy. Old Yang might know Feng Xigui. He has a cotton business, so maybe Feng Xigui helped to make the connection."

In the corner of the back of the gold bar, there are very small words engraved - Feng Xigui of Pingshui Prefecture.

……

There is an ancient house with a huge courtyard on Kong Street in Mingjiang Prefecture.

Liu Qingguang stood in front of a house, waiting to be called by someone inside.

People kept coming out of the house, some wearing neat satin gowns, some wearing expensive suits, and most of them looked arrogant. Liu Qingguang was nervous and became more and more anxious. Finally, when he was so anxious that he kept turning in circles, a man who looked like a butler waved at Liu Qingguang.

"Master Liu, the master is calling you in."

"Butler Bai, how does the master feel now?"

"It's not good, it's not bad. Don't worry, Master Liu. You are an old man in the Si Mansion. You can't be like other young people who follow the family rules as they say."

After Butler Bai comforted Liu Qingguang for a while, he patted him on the back and said, "Go, don't be afraid."

Only then did Liu Qingguang walk into the house tremblingly.

The decoration in the house is full of ancient charm. There are naturally no lack of elements such as literati calligraphy and paintings, old porcelain vases, and pear wood tables and chairs. However, the neat inscription on the plaque hanging in front of the hall, with a long knife inserted into the soft ancient charm, adds some murderous aura for no reason.

The notice only had three words - Stealing Heaven's Secrets.

Siming sat upright under the plaque. In Liu Qingguang's impression, this old man was like this all year round. Whenever he sat, he would sit straight. Although he was old now, he never took any liberties in his sitting posture.

"Qingguang, is it coming?"

Siming met Liu Qingguang, greeted him, but did not let him sit down.

"master."

"You've been giving me a hard time lately. Although it's not a big deal, it's affecting people's hearts. The disciples in the hall are all saying that you, Liu Qingguang, are a coward."

What Siming was talking about was what happened to Liu Qingguang two days ago.

Liu Qingguang heard that something happened to two of his disciples at the Penglai Hotel on Dongshi Street, so he took a car to check it out.

As a result, when he just arrived at the entrance of Penglai Hotel, before he had time to get off the car, he saw a tattoo of a spirit snake. He was so scared that he asked the driver to drive away.

This kind of thing can be big or small.

To put it simply, even if you know there are "firecrackers" in the hotel, it is normal for people not to go in and light them.

To put it in a bigger picture, what if the two disciples inside were not dead? The lantern in his hall ran away without taking the disciples' lives seriously!

"How many years have you been a lantern artist?" Siming asked Liu Qingguang.

"More than 20 years."

"As for Hua Deng, your daily task is to instruct disciples on their skills. All disciples who come to our hall, regardless of their talent, will be trained by you in the early stages!
You are their master, and in a sect, a master is half a father. You watched your two sons die in Penglai Hotel while you ran away in disgrace. This is unacceptable in any way..."

"Master, it's not that I don't want to save you, but there is a tattooed evil spirit in the hotel... in the hotel... I saw his snake tattoo."

"The tattooed evil ghost has also appeared in Mingjiang Mansion?" Siming nodded and said, "Everyone is afraid of the tattooed evil ghost. It's normal for you to be afraid, but you have escaped after all. If I don't leave you with something to think about, I will say that I am not fair. Alas, in fact, how can I be fair? But I have to pretend..."

He took out a gold pen from his arms, unscrewed the cap, and gently poked it into Liu Qingguang's thigh. Then he held the end of the pen with his palm and continued to push hard into the thigh until the body of the gold pen was completely inserted.

Simingcai put the pen cap back on the table and said to Liu Qingguang, whose forehead was covered with beads of sweat, "Go to the hospital. If you go in time, you may be able to save your leg."

"Thank you for your generosity, sir." Liu Qingguang's gown was soaked with cold sweat as he limped out of the room. His gratitude was sincere. As a thief, he made a living by his hands and eyes, especially his gourd eye.

As long as these two places are not injured, the means are still there and the rice bowl is not broken.

When Liu Qingguang left the house,
Siming stared out the window: "There is a tattooed evil ghost in East Market Street. If we find him, my daughter's blood well disease may be cured."

Tattoos can control blood wells, which is one of the few findings Siming has made in the four years since he investigated the blood well syndrome.

……

When it comes to taking care of teeth, the methods of taking care of them are different because the purposes and locations of the teeth are different.

The bone teeth in Zhou Xuan's hand are easy to maintain.

He went to the old painting studio, sprinkled blood on the stone slabs, and sat on the cushion next to the blood tree in the mother palace.

The blood tree is still in a withered state, but when Zhou Xuan took out the bone tooth, a branch of the blood tree regained its vitality and swam to Zhou Xuan's side like a tentacle.

Then, the branch stood up, and a strange gray mist emanated from it. The mist enveloped the bone tooth, and the texture of the bone tooth became strange. Zhou Xuan felt that what he was holding was not a bone tooth, but a piece of soap, which was light and seemed to be a little soft on the surface.
Then, the tip of the branch carved runes on the bone teeth, all of which were words that Zhou Xuan could not understand.

Zhou Xuan's bones and teeth were nurtured by a "tree".

After the teeth were healed, they became heavier. When Zhou Xuan lightly touched the tip of the tooth, blood oozed from his fingers. The blood seemed to be attracted by a strange force and flowed automatically onto the teeth...

His teeth were healed, but there was no one to teach him how to take care of the fangs of the fang ghost, so he had to go to the blood well to ask.

Zhou Xuan left the Mother Palace World and returned to the Old Painting Studio.
The old painting studio had too much evil energy in it, and Zhou Xuan felt as if there was ice in the room.

"You should have put on more clothes."

Zhou Xuan suppressed the feeling of frost, sat on the chair, and began to meditate on the blood well.

The eyes on the wall of the Blood Well Temple had tasted the sacrifice and thought that Zhou Xuan had come to offer sacrifice again, and their eyes were filled with eager anticipation.

Zhou Xuan immediately had an idea in his mind: "How should I raise the fangs of a fang ghost?"

This time, the sky over Xuejing was snowing again.

Shortly after,
A word appeared on the ground - four!

Another sacrifice needed?!

Sure enough, the essence of how the world works is the exchange of interests.

Xuejing has apparently become a businessman.

but,

The offering of four incense sticks was not as hard to find as last time.

In these few days, the Liaogui and the kidnapper are bound to have a fierce fight for "Lao He". By then, there must be a few of the four incense sticks of Yin people coming, right?

(End of this chapter)