Day and night tour

Chapter 231 Day Tour
In the hall that was bustling just a moment ago, now only Yuan Buyu, the "lonely old man", is left.

In the vast world of Mingjiang Mansion, Mr. Feng, the painter, and Zhou Xuan were all fighting madly at a speed beyond human speed.

"East Third Street, a rotten tile house. Wait, the location has changed again. It's the clothing store on Xijiang Road."

Zhou Xuan is now the painter's human navigation.

If we compare the speed, Mr. Feng is indeed the leader.
He is unmatched in the world and swifter than the wind.

After the painter used the law of space, his absolute speed was comparable to Mr. Feng's.

However, his rules had a fatal flaw. He was traveling in another dimension and did not have a good grasp of the real space of Mingjiang Mansion.
To put it bluntly, he was like a person traveling in the fog. No matter how good his eyesight was, he would be blinded by the mist and would lose his sense of direction, so he could not be as flexible as Mr. Feng.

Zhou Xuan's night tour lagged behind Mr. Feng in absolute speed. There was no hope of catching up, and he was lucky not to be left behind.

Fortunately, Mr. Feng committed the crime in Mingjiang Prefecture. Although the prefecture is large, it seems small in front of the three people's extreme speed.

The space is not big, so the advantage of speed is limited.
Even though Mr. Feng was a very impressive figure, he only had a few moments to seize the initiative in the several-kilometer-long pursuit of Zhao Wuya and Yun Ziliang.
After Zhou Xuan became the painter's navigator, these few moments of time were compressed to the extreme. Before he could make a move, the painter's Dao Yanhuo arrived.

Mr. Feng's method of burning incense has its own fate. He uses the power of food as his life, and can only burn one stick of incense.

This stick of incense made him feel at peace with the world, but at the same time it also left him without much defensive ability.
To attack the opponent, he can only rely on the folding fan to pierce the opponent's vital points, use the power of the strange ghosts who feed on food, absorb the opponent's soul to kill.

Therefore, his defense was almost zero, and his offensive means were also unremarkable. He was able to complete the crazy assassination with his extreme speed because those people could not react to his speed.

But neither Zhou Xuan nor the painter were afraid of Mr. Feng.

Zhou Xuan has super strong induction ability, and he also has the magic armor horse transformed by the blood well.

The painter can hide in another space - no matter how fast you are, you can only walk in the human world, but I am not in the human world, what can you do to me.

"Mr. Feng, you are a freak with one specialty, but this one specialty has given you a nemesis.

I am only two incense sticks away. If you can't even kill me, how can you be the head of the hall?"

The three of them chased each other at high speed, and no one could stop anyone else.
The two sides moved forward one after the other, and Zhou Xuan began to spit trash talk, causing mental pollution to Mr. Feng.

"Zhou Xuan, when I kill your friends one by one, don't beg for mercy."

"Look, I didn't kill this guy, but I threatened him first. I chopped up a lot of your kidnappers.

Dog King, is he your man?

Tsk tsk, what a miserable death.
Chun Meng, is she yours too? Wasn't it me who drove her crazy?
Recently I have asked Gu Lao, Cheng Huang and Wu Nu to join forces to capture and kill the people who kidnapped you. You must be very sad, right?

If it were me, I would be sad too. I built such a big hall, Mingjiang Prefecture could rank fourth, and even be on par with the witch. Now it's gone. If I were the hall master, and I led the hall to this state, and didn't even think about saving my brothers, relying on the human world to fight a battle that I can't win, would I still be considered a human being?"

"Stop talking, you bastard."

Mr. Feng has lived in seclusion in Mingjiang Mansion for nearly thirty years. He is a top storyteller on weekdays. Everyone who sees him speaks well of him. How could he have tolerated such an insult?

"Zhou Xuan, I had many opportunities to kill you in Mingjiang Prefecture. I didn't kill you because I valued your talent..."

"You can't win, so you say you value talent? I value the talent of all the 24 gods in the sky. I can't kill them anyway, right?"

Mr. Feng was speechless.

Lies don't hurt, the truth is the sharpest knife.

In the metropolis, he had proved with his actions that he really could not kill Zhou Xuan. Even this damned low-level fighter could actually activate his armor horse and bone teeth to fight back.

In the eyes of Mr. Feng, who has always been somewhat arrogant, being counterattacked by such mediocre incense is definitely a great shame and humiliation, even if he did not suffer any loss.

"I'm going to kill your friend right now, and I'll see if you're still so stubborn."

Mr. Feng took a step forward and appeared on Dongjiang Avenue...

……

"Grandpa, we really shouldn't go back to help the landlord. That storyteller is really fierce."

Zhao Wuya was driving a Met sedan.

This car was borrowed from Bai Guang, a singer at the Metropolitan when he was evacuating with Yun Ziliang.

After all, Yun Ziliang’s instructions to him were - let’s run now, the faster the better.

How can a person’s two legs compare to a car?

"We can't help. Judging from the storyteller's skills, he doesn't look like a storyteller. He's very fast. If we stay there, we'll only make things worse."

"The landlord is not as popular as me. Isn't he there too?" Zhao Wuya said.

"Then do you have Xiao Zhou's magical armor and horse? Can you travel at night?" Yun Ziliang gave Zhao Wuya a slap and said, "With the first priest of Mingjiang Prefecture here, Xiao Zhou shouldn't be in trouble. We should run far away now to avoid being caught by the storyteller and used as a handle to threaten Xiao Zhou."

Yun Ziliang has rich experience in this kind of things.

"So where are we going?"

"Drive to the edge of Mingjiang Prefecture."

"Drive further ahead and you will reach Dongjiang Avenue. After crossing the avenue, you will reach the bridge. If you continue driving, you will enter Mingxi District."

Mingjiang Prefecture was divided into two areas by the wide Ming River - Mingdong and Mingxi.

"Then go. The farther the better."

Yun Ziliang urged.

In addition to him and Zhao Wuya, there were Xiao Fuzi, Mu Hua, and Cui Jie in the car. From a certain perspective, everyone in this car was Zhou Xuan's lifeline.

The car was moving fast, getting farther and farther away from the center of Mingjiang Prefecture. The street lights became sparser and no pedestrians could be seen.

The desolate feeling actually served as a reassurance to everyone on the bus.

Cui Jie was a little annoyed and said, "It's all my fault. If I hadn't come to the Metropolitan, I wouldn't have met that storyteller."

"Hey, don't blame yourself. He went after Xiao Zhou. If he doesn't cause trouble for us today, he will do it tomorrow. There's no way to avoid it."

After Yun Ziliang comforted Cui Jie, he gave Zhao Wuya a slap on the head and asked, "Ya Zi, I noticed something is wrong with you. This is your first time in Mingjiang Mansion, why are you so familiar with it?
And you can drive?"

Driving is a rare skill these days. Most people have never even sat in a car, let alone driven one.

"Grandpa, we are a dragon-hunting clan, and we often go out to hunt for dragons. The journey is long and dangerous, so... sometimes... really just sometimes... I will drive out to hunt for dragons. Not only does it save a lot of effort, but it also allows me to go around and see the customs and habits of unfamiliar areas."

Yun Ziliang: “…”

He had never imagined that one could search for dragons by car!

"Grandpa, times have changed. It's very tiring to walk around on foot."

"Damn it, how did Xunlong Hall raise a young master like you?"

"Because I'm familiar with Mingjiang Prefecture, before I went to Dongshi Street, I rode my big black bike around for a few days, trying all the delicious food, drinks, and fun things."

"Then I want to ask you, did you really come to Mingjiang Mansion on a donkey?"

"Is that possible? It's such a long journey, Dahei will die from walking. I rented a truck to transport Dahei here. You should be kind to yourself when you go out."

Zhao Wuya's words made Yun Ziliang at a loss as to where to start. He finally understood why Yazi had applied the ice musk oil from Mingjiangfu Powder Shop as soon as he came to Dongshi Street.

"You are so good to yourself." Yun Ziliang decided to make Zhao Wuya suffer after today's incident was settled.

Even if there is no suffering, we must create suffering.
How can a young master with his style find the dragon?

As the two were talking, the car had already entered Dongjiang Avenue, not far from the bridge and Mingjiang River.

Zhao Wuya was driving leisurely when suddenly, a figure appeared beside the car window. It was the storyteller on the Metropolitan Stage.

"he came."

Zhao Wuya was a little frightened for a moment. What his grandmaster had said really came true. This storyteller wanted to use them as a target.

But Mr. Feng's figure only appeared for a moment, and then disappeared on the spot. Then, a ball of Dao Yan fire floated beside the window -

——Before Mr. Feng could make a move, he was forced back by the Taoist flame fire by the painter who was following him.

After more than ten seconds, Mr. Feng attacked again, but was still forced back.

"I've never fought such a cowardly battle in my life."

Mr. Feng had no choice but to continue disappearing at an extremely fast speed, waiting for the next opportunity to strike.

"One guides the way during night tours, and the other walks through space. The two of them are working together more and more tacitly."

……

"Grandpa Master, how could that storyteller suddenly appear and disappear?"

"The speed is extremely fast... For him, thousands of miles on earth are like no distance."

Yun Ziliang closed his eyes and began to meditate. After about two or three seconds, he suddenly rolled down the car window and shouted to the outside: "The method used by that storyteller is not the method of Jingguo."

Jing Guo's method of extreme speed is more like that of a painter, which is the use of the laws of space. How can one run so fast just by relying on one's own physical strength?
Zhou Xuan and the painter were still chasing Mr. Feng. When they heard Yun Ziliang's words, they thought of the "Prajna Buddha Kingdom".

"If it's not the method of the Well Country, then it must be the method of the Buddha Country?"

Zhou Xuan suddenly remembered that when Shi Weitian was just born in Jingguo, he used the name of Maitreya Buddha to stir up trouble in Huilang River in Pingshui Prefecture.

"Food is the heaven" comes from the Buddha's land.

After Zhou Xuan learned about the Prajna Buddha Kingdom, he had a vague guess in his heart - in the past three hundred years, the Prajna Buddha Kingdom should have come more than once. They were constantly infiltrating the Jing Kingdom, but the momentum was not as great as the first time.

There is a reason for this speculation.

When he was in Pingshui Prefecture, he learned from Yuan Buyu that the Buddhist monks in Jingguo had a very high status.
When walking in the underworld, if there is a gang fight, don't make too much noise, so you won't be targeted by the Youshensi.

However, if anyone kills a monk, he will be arrested by the God-Traveling Department.

Zhou Xuan didn’t think it was unusual at first, because he didn’t know much about Jingguo at that time. But after he comprehended the twenty-four divine pictures, he realized that there was a problem.

Of the twenty-four god-level deities above the sky, after Venerable Qiye was deprived of his position, there was only one giant Buddha left.

In the Kingdom of Jing, divine authority is supreme, the status of the gods is the highest, and below the gods are the gods.

Among the twenty-four god-level statues, there is only one giant Buddha, but the status of Buddhism overwhelms all other martial arts sects.

It is hard to explain why Buddhism has such a high status.

But with the coming of Prajna Buddha Kingdom, Zhou Xuan could understand... There should be many spies from the Buddha Kingdom in Jing Kingdom, who raised the reputation and status of Buddhism through various infiltrations, propaganda, or other actions.

"If Buddha wins the hearts of the people, he will be worshipped by the people. The gods are formed from the worship of the people." "In addition, if Buddha wins the hearts of the people, the people will not be able to tell whether Buddha is good or bad, and will all kneel down to worship him. When the Buddha Kingdom invades in large numbers, the people may even side with the people of the Buddha Kingdom.
The inferior ones attack the enemy's plans, the superior ones attack his heart. The Buddha's mother is not only powerful, but also full of bad intentions. "

Zhou Xuan thought of this, and through his night wandering spirit, he told the painter: "Mr. Feng's body has the food of heaven, which is related to the Prajna Buddha Kingdom. We must take him down."

"We have to capture him, but it's hard for the two of us to catch up with Mr. Feng."

The painter and Mr. Feng had been chasing each other for a long time. His energy was consumed very quickly and his speed was obviously delayed. If he was exhausted by the opponent any longer, it would be a small matter if he could not catch Mr. Feng. The real disaster would be if he was counterattacked by the opponent.

"Lao Hua, I seem to smell the scent of blood and human brains."

Zhou Xuan looked at the broad Ming River.

There is a white iron ship on the river.

"I'll come as soon as I go."

……

On the Ming River, the Red Coffin Goddess sat on the deck of the boat, looking at the sky, and said to the bitter ghost disciple beside her: "There seems to be a power fluctuation in the sky, but I can't see it with my eyes."

"Coffin Lady, Mingjiang Mansion is now in danger, so it's not surprising if something strange happens."

"I just hope that the crisis in Mingjiang Prefecture will not involve our Huangyuan Prefecture."

The Red Coffin Lady came to Mingjiang Mansion this time. First, she accepted the painter's invitation and came to Mingjiang Mansion to investigate the Dalong pollution incident.
The second is to send the blood-well human brain to the young master of Mingjiang Mansion.

“The blood well human brain is very precious, but it is still worth it to make friends with the young master of the evil god of Cha Qingming Jiang.”

Among the nine prefectures of Jing State, which one is the most expensive?
Talent is the most expensive.

The Lady in Red Coffin continued to look up at the sky, sensing the invisible fluctuations of power.

"Coffin Lady, it's bad. The brain of the Blood Well man is agitated and we can't calm him down."

A disciple ran out of the cabin and said anxiously.

After hearing this, Lady Red Coffin turned around and tried to enter the cabin. After taking just two steps, she heard the ferocious howling sound of the blood-well human brain.
The sound was so loud that even she did not dare to go in and take a look. At this moment, she heard the sound of iron locks breaking and iron boxes smashing, and at the same time, a strange force enveloped the hull.

"It's not agitation, it's that someone wants to steal the brains of the blood well!"

Lady Red Coffin never expected that the gang in Mingjiang Prefecture was so vicious that they even dared to rob the bitter ghost's boat?

"I'm tired of living."

The disciples of Kugui are all people who make a living on the water, including ferrymen, fishermen, trackers, etc.

same,

The bitter ghost disciples on the water flow, with the blessing of water, have greatly increased their strength.

The Red Coffin Lady was very angry: "On the shore and inland, you make trouble for us poor ghosts, I won't bother you, but you make trouble for us on the water, I think you are just wasting your life."

finished,

She knelt on one knee on the deck, cut her right palm, and spilled the blood into the Ming River.

Blood dripped into the river in strings. Before it hit the surface of the river, it was lifted up by the surging waves and swallowed up like a fish snatching food.

Suddenly, the turbid, apricot-yellow river water turned bloody, and the bloody color spread rapidly.
Soon, the water area within a kilometer radius turned bloody red, the waves became silent, and the surface of the river seemed to be covered by a layer of blood-colored film, becoming lifeless.

Gudu,

Gudu,

Two or three big bubbles appeared on the quiet river surface.

After the blood bubble burst, the river water seemed to be guided, and dozens of large bubbles surged up one after another.

Dozens of coffins also floated up along with the blood bubbles.

On the coffin, there was an inscription from the White Walkers, and blood was gushing out from the gap between the coffin lid and the coffin body.
The coffin was shaking constantly, and after the Red Coffin Lady raised her arms and connected with them, the coffin lid shook several times more violently.

Dozens of chains formed by breath were all tied in the hands of the Red Coffin Lady. It seemed that she only needed to use a little more strength to open the coffin, release all the horrible things inside, and eat alive the thief who robbed the blood well and the human brain.
Just as Lady Red Coffin was tightening her breath connection, suddenly, a vague giant figure appeared on the deck.

The blood-soaked human brain in the cabin, which had broken free from its restraints, immediately stopped howling and swam towards Zhou Xuan with great joy, as if it had met a long-lost relative again.

A blood-well human brain, composed of four human brains, swam to the center of Zhou Xuan's giant figure's eyebrows.

Against the backdrop of its huge body, the human brain looks like four swollen pimples on the forehead.

At this time, the human brains shouted even more happily, and their bodies quickly merged into Zhou Xuan's giant body.

"Night tour of the realm? Nine incense sticks in the human world?"

The Red Coffin Lady was a little embarrassed. For a moment, she hesitated whether to open the lid of the coffin in the river.

The masters of Jingguo who can enter the realm of night travel and worship gods in the underworld usually think in the direction of the nine incense sticks on earth and the gods in the sky.

Since she guessed it was the Nine Incense Sticks, she didn't dare to do it.

“There’s too much gap between us.”

Lady Red Coffin lost the courage to attack, but the atmosphere had been set to this point. How could she establish her authority in front of the bitter ghost disciples without pulling the coffin lid?
Just as she was struggling internally, a voice came to her rescue.

"Coffin Lady, the man wandering at night is none other than our young master from Mingjiang Mansion. He wants to take the brain from the Blood Well to fight against Mr. Feng, who is unrivaled in the world. Please don't be offended, Coffin Lady."

After the painter finished speaking, he continued to hold Mr. Feng back.

"Oh!" The coffin lady was immediately delighted and waved her hand, saying, "Why would you be surprised? This was originally prepared for the young master."

Lady Red Coffin immediately released the breath connection, put her hands behind her back, lowered her head, and watched the process of Zhou Xuan fusing the blood well and the human brain like an ordinary woman full of curiosity.

This process was extremely fast. Within half a minute, the four human brains were completely absorbed.
In Zhou Xuan's divine secret realm, there were eight brains, swimming like fish, surrounding the City God Taoist Temple of the Blood Well.

Zhou Xuan closed his eyes and let the four newly arrived human brains continue to enhance his perception.
The perception was expanding rapidly, but after it expanded and became majestic to a certain extent, Zhou Xuan felt that there was a solid door blocking the perception and preventing it from continuing to expand wantonly.

Zhou Xuan calmed down and concentrated, and the eight human brains also emitted a sharp whistle - the perception gradually bent the door. When the door was bent to a certain degree, there was a "bang" sound.

The door was smashed.

Zhou Xuan's giant body was several times larger.

"Day Travel Realm?"

Lady Red Coffin had never seen a Sun Tour before, and had even seen very few records of it, but she felt inexplicably excited in her heart. This excitement made her believe with certainty that Zhou Xuan was now in the Sun Tour realm in the mythology of the Well Kingdom.

"Thank you, coffin lady."

Zhou Xuan's giant figure disappeared again and went to chase Mr. Feng.

Lady Red Coffin clenched her fists, as if to encourage herself: "Lady Coffin, you must convince the young master to join our Huangyuan Mansion.
The young master is stronger than I thought, and he is also very polite. "

At this moment, she had already forgotten that she had regarded Zhou Xuan as a "brain thief".

……

In the Sun Travel realm, the spirit becomes physical and is no longer just the nemesis of the spiritual body, but can also borrow from all kinds of strange powers of the human world.

more importantly,
The speed of day tour is higher than that of night tour.

Mr. Feng is the one who knows no distance in the world.

Zhou Xuan's soul was also moving at a very fast speed on the river.

There was a reflection of a bright moon in the river. When Zhou Xuan was chasing Mr. Feng, he passed by the reflection of the moon and realized that there seemed to be some strange power hidden in the moon.
For a moment he felt his speed slow down, but after he regained his composure, his speed recovered.

The reflection of the bright moon can slow down the speed, which does not have much impact on him, but what about Mr. Feng?
Zhou Xuan stood on the river as soon as he had an idea. He bent his body slightly and put his hands deep into the river. The bright moon disk in the water seemed to have grown a solid entity and was pried up by him.

The giant is using his unique strength and sense to separate the phantom of the bright moon from the turbid river.

“Time is slowing down, and the river is also slowing down.”

When Zhou Xuan held up the phantom of the moon disk in both hands, everything around him seemed to have stopped.

"Mr. Feng, this time I want to see how fast you are."

Zhou Xuan carried the huge moon reflection that could slow down on his back with a clang.
The giant faces the moon, just to catch the fastest wind in the world.

……

“Is this the Sun Tour Realm?”

The Red Coffin Lady stared blankly at Zhou Xuan, who was standing on the river with the bright moon behind him, and could not help but sigh.

"The sun can draw on the power of the moon's reflection. This is only possible because of a very profound natural law."

……

"Grandpa Master, the landlord's figure is so beautiful."

Zhao Wuya used the word "beautiful" to describe Zhou Xuan, and Yun Ziliang had no objection.

Beauty is not only for older girls.
The power of the limit is also full of explosive beauty.

"So this is what the Day Tour Realm is like. This broadens my horizons."

Yun Ziliang had been looking forward to what the day tour would be like in the past two days, and now he finally saw it.

"Xiao Zhou doesn't need seven incense sticks to comprehend the law. The souls of the Sun Traveling Realm can naturally discover the law.
In the laws of nature, there is a realm called "Bright Moon", which borrows the enchanting power of moonlight.
The moon is born brightly, enchanting the world. This trick is very effective against the storyteller."

……

"Monster, what a monster."

Feng Moyan never regretted anything he did in his life. He killed Gu Lao, and that was it. What about the Holy Son and the Holy Daughter?
His incense was broken, so he just gave it up. His master taught him the storyteller's craft, and he killed his master. He didn't want the storyteller's incense anymore.

But today,
He regretted it.

He regretted that he had not made enough preparations before trying to assassinate Zhou Xuan. He was not like the ancient clan, who had hung a link on Zhou Xuan and knew exactly what tricks the other party had.

When assassinated,

He realized Zhou Xuan's perception and went into the night tour.
If it was a night tour, it would be fine, but who would have thought that he could enter the day tour with almost no hindrance.

"Riyou can actually borrow the power of the moon."

When Mr. Feng saw the bright moon on Zhou Xuan's back, he felt a chill in his spine...

(End of this chapter)