Day and night tour

Chapter 181 The Old Singer

When Xu Li heard that it was Zhou Xuan, he immediately became happy and asked repeatedly: "Hey, Xuanzi, how is life in Mingjiang Mansion? Do you eat well? Are you used to the climate?"

"Eat well, sleep well, how is the Zhou family business?"

"Everything is going well. Your eldest brother is so busy every day... You must miss the class owner too. I'll go get him for you."

Xu Li had a lot to say to Zhou Xuan, but the class owner took priority. They were siblings, and she knew the priorities.

So she hung up the phone and asked Zhou Lingyi to answer it.

"Brother, are you short of money?" Zhou Lingyi asked knowingly.

"No, no, I have a telephone installed in my shop. Just connect it to Zhou's Cleaning Instrument Shop on Dongshi Street in Mingjiang Prefecture."

Zhou Xuan told Zhou Lingyi the contact information, and then the brother and sister started chatting about family matters.

What they talked about most was not how much they missed each other, but whether the ancestral tree in the Zhou family class had grown stronger and whether the wild cat on the roof of the class had grown fatter.

The chats with Yuan Buyu were also about which radio program was good, and whether the cooking skills of the chef in the kitchen had improved recently.

The deepest thoughts seem to be hidden in the surroundings of life.

The only one who talked about his own situation was the second senior brother Zheng Jiujiang.

"Junior Brother, you really helped Second Senior Brother. The medicine is really effective. I can finally hold my head up high. Your Second Sister-in-law praises me for my good health every day."

Zhou Xuan: “…”

……

After Zhou Xuan finished talking, Xiao Fuzi and Lu Mingkun went to talk to their acquaintances in the team.

He occasionally made a few jokes on the sidelines.

It has to be said that the fifth senior brother is very popular in the Zhou family. They had a great time chatting, and he almost had a drink with the eldest senior brother Yu Zhengyuan over the phone.

Xiao Fuzi was talking about his master. He was young and easily excited, and his eyes became red as he talked.

Zhou Xuan smiled as he looked at the warmth in the store, and also lamented that the phone brought life closer.
“The telephone is truly one of the greatest inventions of mankind.”

Someone was busy on the phone in the room when a car horn sounded outside the Jingyi shop.

"Little sir."

"Brother Zhou."

Si Mansion's Butler Bai and Si Yuer got out of a brand new black Macan car.

"Xiao Yu'er, Butler Bai."

Zhou Xuan pointed to a chair in the store and offered a seat to the two.

Si Yuer didn't sit in the car, but pointed at the Macon car and said to Zhou Xuan: "Brother Zhou, that's your new car. My father and I spent the whole afternoon choosing it, but we still think that the Macon car is more suitable for your temperament."

In the country of Jing, the most popular car is definitely the Met, which is reasonably priced and fuel-efficient.

Macon has a small share in the US auto market, mainly because it is too expensive.

However, its elegant body design and powerful power make it quite popular among noblemen and wealthy young men.

“Buying such an expensive car?”

Zhou Xuan walked around the car and praised it repeatedly.

"My father said that half of this car will be used to pay for my tattoo, and the rest will be used to thank you, Qiye Temple, for saving my life."

"Speaking of tattoos, how about the effect of the flower tattoo?"

"very good."

Si Yuer said: "I slept with the tattoo as my pillow last night. When I was half asleep and half awake, I saw a golden hand, holding a flower, floating above my head. The Buddha's aura it exuded made me feel warm. This morning, my mother examined me and said that this tattoo is much more powerful than the Buddha's head.

However, the madness has not been completely cured. As time goes by, there is a possibility of going crazy..."

"That's okay. I'll come up with a better tattoo next time and give it to you."

"I feel at ease with Brother Zhou here." Si Yuer's trust in Zhou Xuan was overwhelming.

After Zhou Xuan finished talking about tattoos, he turned the topic to the car.

He pointed to the Macon sedan and said, "This is a beautiful car."

Most men love cars, especially this kind of genuine classic car. Zhou Xuan took the key, started the car, and drove around Dongshi Street twice.

Butler Bai stared blankly at the Macon speeding away and murmured, "Young Master is really versatile. He can even drive?"

"There's nothing that my brother Zhou wouldn't do."

Si Yuer is already a die-hard fan of Zhou Xuan, with a fan filter.

When Zhou Xuan drove the car back, he turned off the engine and parked the car, then said to Si Yuer, "Is Hall Master Si at home? I need to call him to thank him."

The gift was a luxury car, and it is only reasonable and proper to say a few polite words of thanks over the phone.

Si Yuer waved her hand and said, "No need to say thank you, as long as Brother Zhou likes it."

Butler Bai took out a Huifeng Commercial Bank promissory note from his pocket, bent down slightly, handed it to Zhou Xuan with both hands, and said, "Eighty thousand yuan is the cost of the Five Elements Talisman Scripture. Please accept it, young master."

"Then I will certainly accept it with joy. Greedy for money, greedy for money."

Zhou Xuan took the promissory note and put it in his pocket.

"Brother Zhou, let's go first. The Metropolitan Museum of Art is holding a charity reception tonight, and my father insisted that I attend. It's almost time now."

Si Yuer was in a hurry and wanted to say goodbye to Zhou Xuan.

"Miss, wait a minute, there is something else I haven't discussed yet." Butler Bai took notes and told Zhou Xuan, "The master has found a business for you. The target is Miss Gu Ling from the Bone Elders Association."

"What's up with her?"

Zhou Xuan asked.

"Miss Gu Ling is an old lady who is not favored by the God of Suffering. Her incense can no longer burn. If you can help me, sir... this is her business card."

Butler Bai handed over a golden business card with only five words written on the front - Metropolitan Gu Ling.

There is a phone number below the name.

"Where does she live? I have time in the evening, I can go see her."

The client is old, and it’s big business.

"Then you can go to the Metropolitan's charity reception. Miss Gu will definitely be there."

"Then let's clean up the store and go to the cocktail party."

"Okay, young sir, we don't have enough time, so we'll leave first."

"See you later." Zhou Xuan raised his hand and sent Butler Bai and Si Yuer away.

As soon as the two left, Lu Mingkun and Xiao Fuzi came out to see the excitement of the "car".

"Wow, this car is so beautiful and impressive, even better than the one in the opera troupe." Although Xiao Fuzi didn't have much experience, he could tell the difference between a good car and a bad car.

Lv Mingkun smiled and said, "This is called Macon. Only Mr. Liu from Pingjiang Grand Theater rides this car."

The two opened the car door, sat on the sofa in the back seat, crossed their legs, and enjoyed themselves very much.

Zhou Xuan couldn't help laughing when he saw the two men's "arrogant looks", but he soon realized something was wrong. The eyes of the neighbors around him were red, and if he didn't take the initiative to admit to them that he was selling opium every night, it would be difficult to end it!

But Sister Cui came out with an old hen.

"Sister Cui, let me take you out for a ride..." Zhou Xuan made an invitation.

Sister Cui said with a smile: "There is still business tonight. Brother Zhou, let me tell you, this new car needs some chicken blood to ensure safety."

After saying that, she pulled out a knife from her apron, cut off the chicken's head with one stroke, and pointed the severed neck at the tire. After sighing for a while, she left with a satisfied smile.

Zhou Xuan stuck his head into the car and said to Lu Mingkun, "Let's go to the Metropolitan Museum of Art tonight. There will be a charity reception. Let's go and have some fun."

“That place is too expensive.”

Lu Mingkun feels sorry for money.

"What are you afraid of? This is a big business." Zhou Xuan waved the bank's promissory note. The "80,000 Yuan" on the note flashed with a fascinating charm.

Lu Mingkun and Xiao Fuzi's eyes widened.

"I originally thought that I would suffer in Mingjiang Mansion, but I didn't expect to enjoy happiness."

Lu Mingkun murmured.

……

"No, I have to go too!"

"What are you going to do? Who goes to a cocktail party and brings a painting?"

Yun Ziliang clamored to go to the Metropolitan.

For Lao Yun, who loves to watch the fun, not allowing him to go to lively places like the metropolis is more painful than killing him.

"I'm going, I'm going!"

Zhou Xuan pondered for a while and said, "Okay, I'll take you there. You can only paint if I let you paint!"

"can."

When Yun Ziliang heard that he could go to the cocktail party, he was so happy that he couldn't suppress the upturned corners of his mouth.

"Let's go, let's go to the cocktail party."

Zhou Xuan held Yun Ziliang's painting, and Lu Mingkun locked the door.

Xiao Fuzi brought Muhua with him.

Zhou Xuan had given permission to bring Mu Hua along beforehand. Ever since returning from Qiye Temple, Zhou Xuan felt that he liked Mu Hua more and more.

Thus, a strange style of painting appeared in Macon's car.

Xiao Fuzi kept chatting with Muhua.

Mu Hua just sat there blankly, like a good student, with his hands on his knees and staring straight ahead with empty eyes.

Lü Mingkun opened the scroll, but Yun Ziliang was lying inside the painting, sticking his head out to look at it.

The scene was extremely strange.

"Lao Yun, why don't you come out of the painting? It would be so scary if a head grew out of a painting," Zhou Xuan advised.

"Don't come out, I'm going to get carsick!"

Everyone: “…”

In an area with very good road conditions, Zhou Xuan looked back at the weird scenes of the four people behind him and was speechless - me and my weird friends?

……

Soon, the car arrived at the gate of Metropolis. A young man in a suit saw Zhou Xuan's license plate number and gestured to guide Zhou Xuan to park the car.

"I got 100 points on the second test... do I need your instructions?" Zhou Xuan turned the steering wheel.

Well, the car was parked crookedly and almost crushed the young man's feet.

Ok,

A perfect score is just bragging. I failed once and only managed to pass on the second try after retaking the exam.

The young man trotted and opened the car door for Zhou Xuan: "You are the young master, right? The head of the Si Hall asked me to pick you up."

"Thank you."

The young man introduced Zhou Xuan and others to the metropolis.

The three of them drew a picture and found a table to sit down. There was a variety of food on the table. Xiao Fuzi couldn't help but grabbed two chocolates, put one in her mouth, and put the other under the table, passing it to Mu Hua's palm.

Zhou Xuan patted Xiao Fuzi's head lightly: "Eat without worries, why are you sneaking around? I'm going to the bathroom."

He carried the painting into the bathroom and let Yun Ziliang out when no one was around.

"This place is so luxurious. Look at the lights and the bonsai. It's a quiet place in a bustling city..."

Yun Ziliang thought this was the cocktail party at the Metropolitan Museum of Art and started to flatter him.

"Fuck you, this is the place to pee."

Yun Ziliang: “…”

"Come on, I'll take you out to see what's going on."

Zhou Xuan rolled up the scroll and took Yun Ziliang to the wine table.

When Yun Ziliang saw the red wine and chocolate, he started to taste them. Before any of the delicious dishes were served, he was already excited.

"Lao Yun, is your ancestor really a national master? This is my first time in such a high-end place, and I am not as timid as you."

The one who loves to mock Yun Ziliang the most on weekdays is the fifth senior brother. At this moment, Lu Mingkun's mouth is also not idle.

Yun Ziliang said with a smile: "The national masters in the past were far inferior to those now." The times are developing, and society is progressing.
No matter how wealthy Yun Ziliang's ancestors were, they had never even played with a tin frog.

"Brother Zhou, you really came."

After receiving the letter, Si Yuer sat down at the table, took out two handfuls of chocolates from her pocket, put them in front of Xiao Fuzi and Mu Hua, and smiled so hard that two dimples appeared on her face.

"The chocolates at the cocktail party are just average, but I got them from home."

Zhou Xuan asked Si Yuer: "Isn't this a charity reception? No leaders are giving speeches? And why are they dancing so vigorously?"

At the end of the wine table is a red table.

On the stage, the dancers wore costumes similar to "grass skirts" and leather shoes, and danced tap dance.

The thighs,
Really long.

Really white,

Seeing this, Lao Yun was very angry and kept cursing, "It's immoral and outrageous."

Even though he was scolding, his old eyes never glanced away.

In the center of the stage, there is a singer wearing a black cheongsam and a silk scarf. She has charming eyes and slowly twists her waist. Her voice is sweet yet a little wild, very catchy.

"Rose, rose, the thorns are sharp. Someday, wind and rain may destroy them. But they cannot destroy the twins. Rose, rose, I love you..."

“This song is beautiful.”

What Zhou Xuan actually wanted to say was that the song was nice, the dance was beautiful, and the thighs were shaking so well that it made one's eyes dazzled.

"Of course she's beautiful. This singer is one of the most famous singers in Mingjiang Prefecture...Except for the singing queen of Paramount, who can compare with her?"

Si Yuer leaned close to Zhou Xuan's ear and said, "She is still old."

"I know that Gu Lao can produce scholars, but how can it also produce singers?"

"It's the business that Butler Bai introduced to you - Gu Ling." Si Yuer said: "This sister is not only a veteran but also a singer. Many big bosses are her fans."

Don't talk about the big boss.
There is someone at our table named Lao Yun. He was shaking his head while listening to the music and was really addicted to it.

When the song "Rose Rose I Love You" ended, Yun Ziliang was still sighing.
"My ancestors are pitiful. What have they seen and played? This is where the fun, the scenery and the songs are great."

"Lao Yun, you should stop giving money to people at the mahjong parlor. Save up the money you earn from playing mahjong for two or three days, and then you can come here to listen to music."

Fifth Senior Brother mocked Yun Ziliang.

"Am I giving money away? I'm going there to exchange card skills!"

"Communication involves wins and losses. Have you ever won?"

The fifth brother opened fire at full force and attacked closely.

"me……"

Yun Ziliang hesitated for a while and said things like "Winning or losing is not important, happiness is important", "Being fat first doesn't count, being fat later will collapse the kang", etc., which were all incomprehensible.

This caused everyone to laugh.

"Thank you all for coming. This charity reception is for charity. Tonight, please donate generously to show your concern for the flood victims in Xiyue Town."

After Gu Ling finished speaking, she bowed majestically to the audience.

“We have to donate money, too.”

Yun Ziliang seemed to have been brainwashed.

"Donate it. Once you donate, the card fee for next month will be gone." Zhou Xuan said.

"Then... I won't donate."

Zhou Xuan smiled knowingly. Lao Yun was not completely addicted yet and still had some rationality.

After Gu Ling finished her performance, she went to toast the big bosses at each table until she reached Siming's table.

Siming first stood up and greeted Zhou Xuan, then said to Gu Ling: "That's the young gentleman."

"Thank you for the recommendation, Master Si."

Gu Ling did not toast with the other big bosses, but walked straight to Zhou Xuan, smiled charmingly, and said, "Young sir, I heard from Hall Master Siming that you know tattoos."

"Understood."

Zhou Xuan raised his glass and clinked it with Gu Ling's.
The two of them took a sip of wine, and Gu Ling sat on the empty chair, leaning sideways, and said coquettishly, "Young sir, you have to help me."

This delicate tone made Si Yuer so angry that she turned her head away. She hated women like this the most.

The other big bosses were also very angry.
Why?
Why is it so difficult to have a drink with Gu Ling even though we donated money and raised money for a cocktail party, but that young guy could actually get Gu Ling to accompany him?
Is there any royal method?

But everyone present knew that Gu Ling was an old man, and they only dared to complain in private. If they were really asked to pull Gu Ling away from Zhou Xuan's desk, they did not have the courage to do so.

……

"Miss Gu, tell me about your situation."

"I am Gu Lao, I believe the young master knows."

"continue."

"I believe in the god of pain and disaster, and I make myself suffer great pain every day, but... my pain suddenly disappeared."

Gu Ling grabbed the chopsticks on the table and stabbed them hard into her thigh.

puff!
A dumb sound.
The chopsticks had pierced through her thigh, but Gu Ling's expression did not change at all, as if it was not her leg that was pierced.

"Has the pain completely disappeared?"

"Ah."

Gu Ling pulled out the chopsticks. The penetrating wound on her thigh healed at a speed almost visible to the naked eye. Her skin became smooth and white, not at all like she had just been tortured.

"Young Master, we, the Bone Elder, rely on pain to accumulate incense. The more pain the body suffers, the faster the incense will accumulate."

Zhou Xuan thought to himself, so Gu Lao is a masochist? But Li Chengfeng didn't seem to have ever been masochistic.

"Without the feeling of pain in my body, I won't be able to save up incense."

Gu Ling's eyes became depressed.

"It doesn't seem to be a big deal if we can't raise money." Zhou Xuan said with a smile: "Miss Gu sings so well, it's good to be a singer."

Even if the incense cannot be passed on further, Gu Ling is an old woman with a good singing voice and a decent life, so she should be happy.

"Young Master, you may not know that our Bone Master determines talent by looking at the body's ability to recover. My talent..."

Gu Ling grabbed the dinner knife beside her and cut her middle finger.

The severed finger rolled in front of Zhou Xuan.

And a flesh bud actually grew rapidly on Gu Ling's middle finger. The flesh bud grew with the wind, half an inch long and becoming thicker and thicker.

In two or three minutes, Gu Ling's new middle finger grew back.

The severed finger on the table had withered into a wrinkled piece of skin.

"Rebirth of a severed finger?"

Zhou Xuan was somewhat surprised at Gu Ling's talent, and he also understood why she was so obsessed with the improvement of incense.

The more talented the person is, the more likely he or she will be praised by elders since childhood. Of course, there are also malicious people who "praise on the surface but curse in their hearts".
As time goes by, the expectations and abuses on your shoulders will become heavier and heavier.

Talented people can only work hard to grow in this gap. Once their growth is interrupted, those vicious people will jump out and say with the attitude of "experienced people" "See, I told you he couldn't do it". This feeling of humiliation is more painful than death for the arrogant genius.

"I feel that many people are proud, proud that my incense has not increased, and I also feel that many people I respect are disappointed."

Gu Ling sighed and said.

"I can't help you, Miss Gu."

Zhou Xuan wanted to do this business but couldn't make it.

Among all the tattoos he had learned, there was not a single one that could inflict pain on a person.

As for the three new totems that we learned yesterday - white tiger head, red snake, and faceless woman, they can be used to summon spirits and draw on the power of gods.

Perhaps this kind of totem tattoo can help Gu Ling accumulate incense.

But the gods all have their corresponding temples.

The white tiger head corresponds to "Tianjun", the red snake corresponds to "Zhuyou", and the faceless woman corresponds to "Witch".
There is no painting that corresponds to Gu Lao's "Tianguan".

"Is there really no way?"

Gu Ling had high hopes for Zhou Xuan's tattoo. She heard from Siming that the tattoo could even suppress the blood well madness to a great extent.

There are few things in this world more difficult than suppressing madness.

"At least not yet."

Zhou Xuanxiang is burning the third inch. She has learned three types of tattoos so far, but none of them can deal with Gu Ling’s symptoms. But that doesn’t mean that future tattoos will be useless.

He said to Gu Ling, "I am still comprehending the tattoo pattern. Maybe I can find a better cure for your painless disease in the future. If there is a way, I will let you know. I have your phone number."

"Thank you, young sir."

Gu Ling tried hard to force a smile, shook hands with Zhou Xuan, and went to complete her "toasting job" tonight.

She fell into despair again.

"Pitiful."

Si Yuer doesn't like the sissy Gu Ling, but that doesn't mean she doesn't sympathize with her.

She was also a person who had been tortured by insanity for four years. She felt that they were "fellow wanderers" towards Gu Ling, who was also tortured by strange symptoms.

"Brother Zhou, can't you really help Gu Ling?"

"You don't like her, so why are you speaking for her?"

Zhou Xuan was very observant and could tell from Si Yuer's actions and expression just now that Si Yuer was not very fond of Gu Ling.

Si Yuer crossed her arms and said, "I don't like her, but I feel sorry for her. She was once recognized as the most promising person to take over the Bone Elders Association."

"That group of old bones want to sacrifice pain to the gods. That's totally bullshit! But I have to say that Gu Gexing's talent is really exaggerated."

Yun Ziliang finally pulled himself out of the identity of a "fan" and analyzed Gu Ling from the perspective of a dragon hunter.

"The real talent of Bone Elder is the rebirth of flesh and blood. Their flesh and blood are very special. They carry a part of their soul in their flesh and blood. The self-repair ability of the soul is much stronger than that of flesh and blood.

As for the flesh and blood of Gu Gexing, it is even more peculiar. I always feel that she has no flesh and blood at all, only a soul, and the soul has grown into a physical entity. "

"Why do you feel this way?" Zhou Xuan asked.

"Her singing voice is so ethereal and soulful?" Yun Ziliang looked intoxicated.

"Lao Yun, recover a little and look at the appearance of your stupid fans."

Zhou Xuan is very corny.

“I’m just expressing my feelings. When her severed finger regenerated, the fleshy buds grew and the severed finger withered. This is a sign of the soul being absorbed.

Because there is no real flesh and blood, only the soul, the soul cannot feel pain when being hacked by a knife or an axe. The normal way to create pain is the same as hacking by a knife or an axe. Adding some water and fire will hardly cause harm to the soul.

How can she feel pain if her soul is not harmed?

But her current state did not happen overnight. It should be that as she grew up, her soul gradually replaced her flesh and blood. Now, she is a real soul entity and cannot feel pain. "

"Don't say it, Lao Yun, now that you explained it to me, I know how to tattoo her."

Zhou Xuan suddenly had an idea.

"What tattoos do you have?"

"Totem tattoo!"

"The three totem tattoos you have are all wrong."

"It only works if the hall is not right."

Zhou Xuan said.

Yun Ziliang looked confused at first, then he suddenly understood what Zhou Xuan meant and said, "You are a very clever boy."

Totem tattoos must be done on living people, but there are many taboos.

For example, the physique must be able to withstand the totem, and the hall must also correspond.

If something goes wrong, the totem will backfire, causing nightmares at best and evil spirits at worst.
What I want is to be swallowed by evil spirits.

"When the evil spirits tear at the flesh, they also bite at the soul! If the soul is damaged, will Gu Ling, as the soul entity, be able to taste the pain again?"

Zhou Xuan preached.

“It is feasible, but the process of the intermediate operation is worth discussing.”

Yun Ziliang said: "We don't know how strong the evil spirit is. What if it's too strong and really swallows Gu Gexing to death?"

(End of this chapter)