Day and night tour

Chapter 230: No Distance Between People
"Brother, don't blame me. Zhou Xuan cannot be kept alive. He has caused too much trouble. Kill him and then you can kill me. I will make amends for you."

When Feng Moyan met Yuan Buyu, the tense atmosphere disappeared. Deep in his heart, he always remembered the friendship between them as fellow disciples, Yuan Buyu.

Perhaps it has surpassed the friendship between fellow students.

"What kind of trouble has my apprentice caused? What he has done is unfair?" The wake-up stick in Yuan Buyu's hand has been struck, setting the scene for a dream.

"Junior Brother Yuan, the world of Jingguo is like a tall tower, in which all kinds of dirty evidence are hidden. A beam of light shines into the tower, exposing all this dirt to the public. Thus, this beam of light has its own crimes.
Zhou Xuan is this beam of light.

Wouldn't it be better to let the dirty tower continue to be dirty? Let it rot and fall apart on its own, and let nature take its course. That is the way of heaven.
Why do you want to make the tower clean? Why do you want to go against the will of heaven? "

Feng Moyan's last few words were almost roars. As soon as he finished speaking, his figure suddenly disappeared. The next moment, he appeared behind Zhou Xuan, and stabbed his folding fan at the empty space two feet to the right of Zhou Xuan.

Although it was clearly not aimed at anyone, Zhou Xuan felt a great threat. The four human brains in the secret realm made a whistling sound, pushing his perception to the limit.

His perception is supernatural and he can spontaneously sense danger, and he can also make emergency avoidance decisions.

The armored horse was activated, and Zhou Xuan teleported to the stage, but his neck was stabbed by a folding fan.

"Brother Feng, have you seen through my dream?"

Yuan Buyu struck the wake-up stick three times in a row, setting up a triple dream.

The first dream was of a high mountain cliff, an endless seashore, and an extremely high reef. If you enter the dream, you will feel that you can neither go forward nor backward, and can only stay on the cliff.
The second dream was a sea of ​​swamps. In the endless swamps, it was extremely difficult for people to walk if they stepped on them.

The third level of dream is a blazing fire. When people are in it, they will feel burning all over, as if there is real fire burning.

The three dreams were all created by Yuan Buyu with the seven incense sticks. Not only could no flaws be found, but the body also felt real.
The cliffs are high and dangerous, and they won't let you move, so you can't move.

The swamp and mud make it difficult for you to walk, and you really have difficulty walking.

Such a horrifying dream could even trap a demigod on earth with eight incense sticks, but it could not trap Mr. Feng who had broken the incense sticks.

He walked at an incredibly fast pace in the triple dream, and every step he took was meaningful.
The first two steps were taken onto the cliff of the mountain, and with the next step he stepped on the hardest part of the swamp. Then, with half a step he walked out of Yuan Buyu's triple dream completely.

"Junior brother, don't forget that Master was hiding his skills back then, and I taught you these skills. The dream of seven incense sticks can trap other people, but it can't trap me, Feng Moyan."

Mr. Feng, this is like a gust of wind.

The wind is invisible and intangible. Who can avoid a gust of wind? Who can stop a gust of wind?

No one even knew where the wind was coming from—except Zhou Xuan.

Although Feng Moyan easily got rid of Yuan Buyu's triple dream, it also took several moments.

Zhou Xuan did not waste any time. He took advantage of this opportunity to let the human brain's perception resonate with his own and let his soul wander at night.

The giant's soul, after a night wander, pounced on Feng Moyan, wrapping him tightly with its strong perception.

His perception was all-pervasive, and he could find out even Mr. Feng's background in a very short time.

"There is a mouth in his body. That mouth seems to be able to eat everything. It has a strong smell of the Buddha nature of the aliens... That is food is the heaven."

Zhou Xuan was a person who had consumed Buddha's energy. When facing the Buddha's energy of Jingguo, he had more knowledge than ordinary people.
Therefore, after Zhou Xuan felt that big mouth, he was completely sure that Feng Moyan was the leader of the kidnappers' hall, and the person behind him was the alien ghost Shi Weitian.

But, it seems a little abnormal.

Zhou Xuan had killed the head of the coroner's hall, Lao Daobazi. After Lao Daobazi died, there was no alien ghost in his body.
But Mr. Feng has Food for Heaven in his body. Is he Food for Heaven's foot? Does such a powerful White Walker still need feet?
“Brother Feng, no wonder you still have such a strong fighting power after you folded the incense, it turns out that you have become Shi Wei Tian’s foot.”

I lived for thirty years,

The growth of a White Walker takes time. A White Walker who has lived for thirty years cannot be caught by any of the major wandering gods. It is easy to imagine what level of cultivation this White Walker has reached.

Mr. Feng is now exposed by Yuan Buyu - he is the foot of Food for Heaven,

The three people on the scene had different feelings about this.

Zhou Xuan just felt that Mr. Feng was difficult to deal with, and he was also puzzled as to why Shi Wei Tian needed feet.

The painter was full of doubts. He was a priest of the Bone Elders and had a deep understanding of the mystical doctrines.

He knew a rule about the White Walkers: newborn White Walkers had no ability to move and needed "feet".
When the White Walkers are over ten years old, they are already very strong and usually do not need "feet".

By the age of thirty, a White Walker's strength is already more than seven incense sticks on earth. He is so powerful that his "feet" have become a burden to him.

Why is it that food is the most important thing in life, but why do we even need "feet"?
Yuan Buyu's face was gloomy, as if he was angry at someone for not fighting back, and he scolded Mr. Feng: "Have you forgotten who caused the great drought in Huilang River, Pingshui Prefecture, thirty years ago, and who caused the death of your entire family?

Food is the most important thing!
The family feud is still going on, and you actually let Shi Wei Tian serve as his footstool? Shi Wei Tian has turned you into a dog."

"Brother, who said that if there is a White Walker behind you, you must be their dog? Food is the most important thing. It is a dog now, and I raise it."

When Mr. Feng talked about "food is the most important thing", he actually became a little proud.

"I lost my incense, but who told me to keep food as my life? Junior brother, I advise you to get out of the way. I know better than you where the storyteller's dream is a trap and where the escape route is."

Mr. Feng stopped talking here and didn't say any more nonsense. His purpose of coming here today was to kill Zhou Xuan, and no one could stop him.

His feet moved like the wind and his figure disappeared again. He used his extreme speed to assassinate Zhou Xuan.

Zhou Xuan was naturally not afraid. His powerful perception unexpectedly restrained Mr. Feng's speed.

But this time,
Zhou Xuan did not dodge automatically, but tried hard to restrain his instinct. When Mr. Feng was very close to him, he did not dodge directly.

When his perception activated the armor horse, it also activated the bone teeth, which shot out towards the front of his body.

"clang!"

There was a sound of metal colliding with stone. Mr. Feng's folding fan broke the bone teeth and was close to Zhou Xuan's neck.
Zhou Xuan's armor horse worked. He teleported back dozens of steps, while Feng Moyan's folding fan kept stabbing forward, with a little blood on the tip of the fan.

The two fought again, and the painter and Yuan Buyu didn't even react.
Mr. Feng was so fast that it seemed as if he was stepping on a gust of wind and his figure was completely invisible to the naked eye.

However, what the human eye cannot see clearly, the human sense can.
Not only did Zhou Xuan see it clearly, he even exchanged a move with Mr. Feng. This fight between bone teeth and folding fan was
Judging from the situation, Zhou Xuan was the one who suffered the loss.

There was a very slight wound on his neck, which oozed a little blood.
As for Mr. Feng's folding fan, there was only a dent on the surface when it blocked the bone tooth.

But this dent allowed Zhou Xuan to see many things.

He believed that he was the real winner in this bet with Mr. Feng.

He exchanged the tiny scar on his neck for an understanding of Mr. Feng's background.

"Young Master's perception is still strong. If it were someone else, this blow would have pierced a bloody hole in their throat."

The painter thought of Zhou Xuan's perception and recalled last night's "night tour" and couldn't help but smack his lips.

"I never thought that just two or three sticks of incense could forge my perception to this level."

Mr. Feng was somewhat frustrated and disappointed.
Ninety-nine percent of his abilities lie in his feet - his extreme speed allows him to move freely in the nine prefectures of Jing State.

Precisely because of his incredible speed, Mr. Feng is one of the strongest assassins in Mingjiang Prefecture and Pingshui Prefecture.

"The Saint Son and Saint Daughter of the Bone Elders Association of Mingjiang Prefecture wanted to take action against the kidnapper. It was me who took action and killed seven Bone Elders in a row. Only then did I allow the Saint Son and Saint Daughter to sit at the negotiation table and define the kidnapper's sphere of influence.
But now, I can't even handle Zhou Xuan who has been around for two or three incense sticks, which is below my standard."

Mr. Feng slowed down his pace and walked around Zhou Xuan, walking leisurely. He was still thinking about how to kill Zhou Xuan. The painter and Yuan Buyu also gathered their strength again, thinking about how to catch Mr. Feng.
But Zhou Xuan waved his hand, signaling the two not to move. He pointed at the folding fan in Mr. Feng's hand and said to Yuan Buyu, "Master, look at your good brother's fan. There are dents on it caused by my teeth."

Yuan Buyu then looked over, but Mr. Feng was afraid of revealing a flaw, so he had covered the dent with his hand.

"Your good senior brother is simply fast. The fan in his hand has not been blessed by too much incense, so the surface is very soft."

Zhou Xuan pointed out Mr. Feng's flaw.

The painter followed the flaw that Zhou Xuan had paid for with his life, and after thinking carefully, he understood where Mr. Feng's methods came from.

"Mr. Feng, I heard from Mr. Yuan that you have folded incense before? Were you a storyteller who could tell stories for several sticks of incense?"

"Qizhu, my senior brother is a storyteller, and his talent is top notch."

Yuan Buyu's feelings towards Mr. Feng are extremely complicated. The two are not just from the same school.
He and Mr. Feng were childhood playmates. They both worshipped the same master and were arranged according to their age.
Feng Moyan is the second senior brother, Yuan Buyu is the fourth junior brother,

However, the master chose Mr. Feng to train him as his successor, and chose Yuan Buyu just to make him Mr. Feng's companion.

Once, the master got drunk and even told Mr. Feng the truth, saying, "I have seen my own destiny since I was a child. I can only receive one true disciple in my life. Yuan Buyu is very talented. If it weren't for you, he would be my true disciple.
But with you here, he can only live a mediocre life."

Mr. Feng has a deep relationship with Yuan Buyu. Since Yuan Buyu was not favored by his master with a strange personality, Mr. Feng became the master himself and secretly taught Yuan Buyu the storyteller's skills.

Because of this relationship, Mr. Feng dared to say that he was the one who taught Yuan Buyu.

And Yuan Buyu, even now, admires his senior brother's abilities.

"Before breaking the incense sticks, there were seven incense sticks. No wonder you can support the food is heaven."

The painter held a ball of fire in his hand and said, "When a person cultivates incense, his body and spirit are also strengthened. After you break the incense, your body and spirit are still at the level of seven incense sticks, so your hard body and strong spirit have become a prison for food.
It’s not that Food is Heaven needs you to be its foot, but Food is Heaven has to let you be its foot.”

He added: "Shi Wei Tian can't go anywhere, his power is controlled by you - and you used all of Shi Wei Tian's power on the kidnapper's one stick of incense trick.
The kidnapper's incense stick can make the wind blow under his feet. After practicing this skill, his speed can be two or three times faster than that of a normal person.
A thirty-year-old White Walker used all his strength on a stick of incense, so he naturally gained an incredible speed that defied the heavens."

The painter's analysis completely hit the nail on the head for Mr. Feng.

Mr. Feng smiled bitterly, and without covering up the marks on the folding fan, he said to the painter: "Your analysis is generally correct, but there is one point that you did not see through.
Folding incense is a nightmare for all those who worship gods in the underworld. But after I folded it myself, I realized that folding incense can be a person's rebirth.
Every sect wants to cultivate to the level of nine incense sticks and master the nine methods of their sect.
After I broke the incense, the second stick of incense had a strange change, which allowed me to specialize in a certain skill and refine it to the extreme. Now I am without any barrier in the world."

"Nine methods mean you are really powerful? One method means you are really weak? Being mixed and unrefined is the real calamity in the martial arts world."

Mr. Feng glanced at Zhou Xuan with disdain and sneered, "Xiu Nuo, there are nine halls, each with nine methods. With so many methods, is he just an embroidered pillow, or the utmost in the world?

In my opinion, it’s hard to say.”

"You can tell if it's an embroidered pillow by looking at it."

Since Zhou Xuan had already seen through Mr. Feng's methods, he figured out how to deal with Mr. Feng.

He activated his vest and took the initiative to launch a surprise attack on Mr. Feng. He instantly moved in front of Mr. Feng, and used his perception to control his bone teeth and stabbed towards Mr. Feng in the air.
Mr. Feng moved his feet and turned into a gust of wind, retreating several dozen steps away.
Zhou Xuan's horse moved again, and the bone tooth continued to stab in the air.

Mr. Feng left again,
One of them relied on the human world, and the other relied on the armor horse to teleport. For a moment, neither of them could gain an advantage.

Instead, Yuan Buyu was stunned. He saw his apprentice and senior brother. The two seemed to be beyond the rules. In this huge hall, they appeared on the stage in the last second, and fought at the door in the next second.

He thought he had strong eyesight, but he couldn't keep up with the fight between the two.
At this point, the painter finally took action.

He and Mr. Feng are somewhat similar in the nature of their methods. He can operate the laws of space, tear space apart, and can also obtain extremely terrifying speeds.

"Mr. Feng, let me compete with you."

The painter crossed his arms in front of his chest and swung them out suddenly. Dao Yanhuo tore the space apart. His figure disappeared. The next moment, he walked in front of Mr. Feng and raised another ball of fire, burning Mr. Feng.

There is a flame in front, and a bone tooth after the armor horse teleports behind.

Mr. Feng was a little overwhelmed, and at the same time he had the thought that he could not kill Zhou Xuan.

"Zhou Xuan was somewhat restrained towards me."

Mr. Feng used his extreme speed to roam around Mingjiang Prefecture for nearly thirty years. He approached the old man from the Pain School in a ghostly manner, pierced his forehead with a folding fan, and then used the power of the alien ghost who ate everything to capture his soul. He was always successful.

Now, a painter has comprehended the laws of space, and Zhou Xuan has a very strong perception, so he can capture his moves, strike later but arrive first, and easily avoid them.

"The wind is strong."

Mr. Feng has a new battle plan.

He was very confident that no one could stop him if he wanted to run.
He is more confident that the painter's spatial laws are not as fast as his human laws.

"Zhou Xuan, I admit that killing you is difficult, but killing your friends shouldn't be that difficult, right?
You are a man who values ​​friendship and loyalty. You have many friends in Dongshi Street. I will let them die in front of you one after another."

Mr. Feng said this, turned around, took a step forward, and his figure disappeared.

"Young sir, don't panic, I'll go stop him."

The painter tore through space to chase Mr. Wind.

"Master, I'm going to help the painter."

After Zhou Xuan finished speaking, he called upon the human brain in the secret realm to travel at night to assist the painter.

"Xuan Zi...wait a moment."

Yuan Buyu called out to Zhou Xuan, but there was a look of struggle on his face.

"What's wrong?" Zhou Xuan asked.

"Alas, most of my dreams cannot trap Senior Brother Feng, but I know where his vital point is...but I don't know whether I should use it."

Yuan Buyu has a dream. As long as he uses it, Feng Moyan will never be able to get out of that dream. However... he has never had the heart to use it...

"Master, don't think like that. Feng is so crazy. He can't beat me, but he wants to kill my friends. There's no need to talk about morality with such a person."

"Alas... Disciple, you can travel at night. If you can catch up with him, use your storyteller's skills to make him dream."

Yuan Buyu leaned close to Zhou Xuan's ear and told him the details of the dream.

The more Zhou Xuan listened, the more he frowned. No wonder Yuan Buyu was unwilling to use that dream on Mr. Feng... This dream was indeed immoral. If the two sides had not committed a blood feud that had killed their entire family, they would not have used such a cruel method.

"Do you remember the details of this dream?"

"remember."

"Go ahead." After Yuan Buyu finished speaking, he sat on a chair, and his figure began to become dim.
The tree gate's teleportation method has its duration. Once the time is up, the body will become completely transparent and the ancestral tree will pull it back.

Zhou Xuan closed his eyes and transformed into a blurry giant in a night-wandering posture to chase Mr. Wind.

Yuan Buyu looked at Zhou Xuan who was standing there in a daze, and the more he looked, the more satisfied he became - the current Zhou Xuan was no longer the lowly player he was when he first entered the sect. Didn't Senior Brother Feng, with his extremely fast speed, get too much advantage over him?

"Disciple, Master cannot defeat Senior Brother, so I can only protect you from your night wandering body here."

ps: My good brothers, I have been on the road all day today, so I posted it late. I will update it earlier tomorrow.

(End of this chapter)