Day and night tour

Chapter 242 Black Donkey Talent
Miss Qiang didn't care about the "straight hook and salty bait" and insisted on competing with Yun Ziliang.

The way to compete is very simple, which is to help Yun Ziliang win money by playing mahjong.

Miss Qiang's consciousness was calculating in the black water of the secret realm. Zhou Xuan entered the secret realm. He also wanted to see the excitement of this card game.

Because Lao Yun's wrist is attached to the flesh and blood created by Miss Qiang, Lao Yun can communicate directly with Miss Qiang through the flesh and blood.

There is a small area in the black water that acts as a screen. Various card game calculations appear on the screen, telling Yun Ziliang which card is the best choice.

"Old Yuntou, the algorithm I used this time is called the breakout algorithm. It's like fighting a war. We don't care about the loss of a single soldier. We only care about whether we can win the final battle."

"Give up local optimality and choose global optimality?" Zhou Xuan asked.

"Ah Xuan is so smart, this is the principle."

After praising Zhou Xuan, Miss Qiang began to lead Yun Ziliang in playing cards.

"According to the current situation, two cakes will be produced."

"What two cakes? No, I must hang four cakes alone."

"Old Yuntou, you hit the south wind."

"I'm going to hit the chicken."

Miss Wall: “…”

When Zhou Xuan heard this, he clapped his hands and laughed out loud. If a stubborn guy like Lao Yun couldn't lose playing cards, who would lose?

But on second thought,
Zhou Xuan felt that something was wrong with Lao Yun.

In life, Lao Yun is a man who listens to advice. But once he sits at the poker table, he becomes a different person and always likes to argue.

This is too fragmented.

"No, this is not Lao Yun's style."

Zhou Xuan suddenly thought that maybe Lao Yun was not always losing, but he just didn’t think about winning at all.

"I'm so mad, Old Yuntou, I don't want to play with you anymore, just play by yourself."

While Zhou Xuan was thinking carefully, Miss Qiang was so angry at Lao Yun's stubbornness that she stopped counting the cards.

"That won't do. We haven't decided who's the winner yet." Yun Ziliang encouraged Miss Qiang to continue counting cards.

This time Miss Qiang ignored him no matter what he said.

“No matter how powerful science is, it can’t wake up those who argue.”

Miss Qiang just shut herself off.

"I have to correct you. Lao Yun is not arguing. He is determined to lose."

After Lao Yun finished playing mahjong and returned to the Jingyi shop, Yun Ziliang put his hands on his waist and said, "Miss Qiang, science and metaphysics are a tie."

Using science will also result in losing money, and using metaphysics will also result in losing money, so it is a draw.

"Oh, I'll ignore you."

Miss Wall was sulking alone.

Zhou Xuan asked Yun Ziliang: "Old Yun, I used to think you were just a novice at playing cards, but today I found out that you were deliberately losing."

"Did you see it?"

"I see it."

"I've told you before, in this world, a person's luck is limited. If you use a little more here, you'll have a little less there.

If you lose playing cards, you just have to pay money, but if you encounter something fatal, or if your luck is bad, then it will be a big deal.”

Yun Ziliang waved his sleeves and went to refill the teapot.

Zhou Xuan started talking about business.

"Lao Yun, Miss Qiang is analyzing the power attributes of the Buddhist verses. Her calculations are very sophisticated. We may have to go to the forbidden tattoo area in the next two days. You should prepare your dragon-riding talisman well."

"The Dragon Riding Talisman does not need to be prepared in advance. As long as I arrive, I can naturally draw the talisman. By the way, Mo Tingsheng, did you catch him?"

Yun Ziliang asked.

"We caught a fake one, but the real Mo Tingsheng has been guided by my cause and effect tattoo diagram. Miss Qiang is still calculating his exact location."

"The mother wall provided by the Bone Elders still has something."

"To correct you, it's not the Bone Elders Association that supports me, I created the Bone Elders Association."

Miss Wall continued, "I can see that your body is too damaged. From a certain perspective, you and I are both conscious beings. If you are willing to admit that science is your belief, then I can help you create a body."

"You know, I just like science." Yun Ziliang said very "frankly".

Zhou Xuan, Miss Qiang: "..."

"I'm not bragging to you. I can do whatever algorithm you mentioned." Yun Ziliang directly took the abacus on the counter and recited the formula while moving the beads: "One meets one, add one, two meets two, add two..."

Zhou Xuan was so upset after reading this incantation.

There is a big difference between abacus and algorithm.

"Miss Qiang, Lao Yun is so obsessed with meat... er... science, you should consider helping him."

"It takes time and materials." Miss Qiang said while counting on her fingers in the Black Water Secret Realm: "Old Yuntou's consciousness is different from that of the people of Jing. He has pulled out incense, so the materials of flesh and blood are not very useful for the people of Jing."

"If the people of Jing Country don't work, then what about the people of Prajna Buddha Country?" Zhou Xuan asked.

"I don't have any information about the Buddha Kingdom at the moment, so I don't know if it will work. I need to capture one so I can calculate it."

"Wait until I catch Mo Tingsheng, and then you can study him carefully."

Zhou Xuan put his arm around Lao Yun's shoulders and said, "Lao Yun, after you have a physical body, will your invincibility return?"

He had heard from Zhao Wuya that Yun Ziliang, the great dragon-hunting master of Canglong Mountain, was the best in the Xuanmen sect.

"That depends on Miss Qiang's research. I have no say in it." Yun Ziliang even changed the way he addressed her when he learned that Miss Qiang could help him rebuild his body.

He held his cheek and said, "Qiangqiang, I don't know what's going on, but I like you more and more now."

"Lao Yun, your flattery is a bit too much. Miss Qiang is in my secret realm. It's good enough that she can chat with you. You can still see her? Can you see into my secret realm?"

"That's right, Grandpa Master, you can't be too flattering. We in the Xuan Sect also have our integrity."

Zhao Wuya shook his shiny long hair and said to Zhou Xuan, "Qiangqiang, since you can create a physical body, can you rebuild this body for me?"

"Yazi, you're in good health, why do you need to rebuild?" Zhou Xuan couldn't help laughing.

"I want a body like the landlord's, with strong perception and the ability to enter the realm of day travel."

"What do you want to do with the Day Tour Realm?" Yun Ziliang asked.

Zhao Wuya was already daydreaming, as if he was already in the state of day travel. Pointing at the sky, he said in a very childish way: "I want this sky, which can no longer block my eyes. I want these white clouds in the sky, which can no longer block my heart. I want..."

Before he could finish his words, Yun Ziliang hit him hard on the back of his head with a slap.

"Speak humanly!"

"Grandmaster, I want to enter the realm of Sun Travel, so that my soul can reach the highest speed in the world. Then, when I go to look for dragons, I don't have to travel through mountains and rivers. I can just sit at home, and my soul will travel through the mountains and rivers of Jing Country in a flash. Wouldn't looking for dragons become a pleasant job?"

Yun Ziliang was stunned by these words.

Zhou Xuan couldn't help but applaud, you are worthy of being me, Yazi, Young Master Xunlong, a Taoist noble, if you are lazy you are really a thief.

"Fuck you, how come we have a weirdo like you in the art of dragon hunting? You drive to hunt for dragons, use a truck to pull a donkey, and even apply ice musk oil all over your forehead. Now you're going to do a day trip to hunt for dragons?

All the laziness in the world has been stolen by you."

Yun Ziliang was so angry that he was fuming. He took off his shoes, held them in his hand, and hit Zhao Wuya.

It has to be said that Zhao Wuya was also a ruthless person. He was calm and composed. He slowly hugged his head with both hands, squatted in the corner, and let Yun Ziliang beat him violently.

"Yazi is getting more and more skilled at taking beatings. Looking at his expression, he seems to be enjoying it a bit."

"Oh, oh, Grandpa Master, please try harder, haven't you eaten yet?"

"You bastard, you dare to talk nonsense." Yun Ziliang was so angry that he laughed, and waved the shoes in his hand vigorously.

There was a crackling sound in the room. Zhou Xuan was no longer surprised by it. Little Fuzi was sitting in the corner, munching on a sugar biscuit and laughing.

Miss Qiang also had an innocent smile on her face and said, "The atmosphere in your store is really good. This is the first time in Jingguo that I feel like I have a good friend or a bad friend."

No, you have been treated as a flesh and blood machine by the Bone Elders all these years...the Bone Elders are special teaching instruments.

"Everyone who comes into our store is a brother," Zhou Xuan said.

Zhao Wuya had been beaten so hard that his skin and flesh became thicker. After the beating, he did not show any signs of being depressed. Instead, he became more energetic. He was stubborn and continued to ask Miss Wall: "Wall, can you shape my body into the realm of day travel? I want to start the era of dragon hunting."

Miss Qiang covered her mouth and laughed, saying, "Aya, please face my flesh and blood technology. Technology is not omnipotent."

"Can't do it?"

"If I could do it, I would create hundreds of people in the Day Travel Realm. Wouldn't that take me home a long time ago?"

"Ah! Ah! My great era of dragon hunting has ended before it even began."

Zhao Wuya yelled towards the ceiling...

……

When new people come to the store, it is natural to have a team-building activity.

Zhou Xuan went to Dongjiang Restaurant and ordered a table of food. A waiter brought the food boxes over and he opened a jar of rice wine.

"Miss Qiang, it is said that the Bone Elders will provide you with a hundred people every month for your food, but I don't have the conditions for that."

"That's a matter of energy consumption. I built such a huge wall of flesh and blood in the Bone Elders Association, which consumed a lot of energy.

But now I am in your secret realm, just a consciousness body, I don't need to consume too much energy, and your secret realm is really comfortable to live in, I feel like my consciousness is growing again."

Miss Qiang's words made Yun Ziliang envious, and he said, "Xiao Zhou's secret realm is the will of the gods, the most precious thing in the Well Country. I am just weak now and can't stand it after entering the secret realm. Otherwise, I will live in his secret realm."

"Lao Yun, if you want to live here, I have to let you in."

Zhou Xuan picked up the wine glass and said, "My secret realm is not a dormitory. Is it appropriate for a large group of people to live here?" "No, I will find a chance and go to your secret realm to lie down."

Yun Ziliang is thinking about it now.

Everyone drank and chatted, and after three rounds of drinks, Zhou Xuan told Yun Ziliang about the plan to capture Mo Tingsheng.

"Mo Tingsheng is hiding in the history of the Well Country. When Miss Qiang figures out his location, I will go down to the Blood Well to capture him. Once I capture Mo Tingsheng, I will let Miss Qiang see if his flesh and blood body is suitable to be your body."

"If you want to go into history, then you don't have to go down the blood well. Otherwise, you still have to offer sacrifices, and you have to tinker with it back and forth, which wastes time."

"How can we enter the history of the Well Country without going down into the Blood Well?" Zhou Xuan asked.

Yun Ziliang was about to speak when Zhao Wuya realized something and hurriedly tried to stop Old Yun from speaking: "Grandmaster, don't say anything..."

"You are lazy yourself, and you let your donkey be lazy as well?" Yun Ziliang pushed Zhao Wuya's hand away and scolded.

"Lao Yun, you mean...Yazi's big black donkey can take me back to the history of Jingguo?"

"That's natural."

"Grandpa Grandpa, please stop talking. Dahei is going to be ridden into history by the landlord. Won't he be exhausted?"

"I feel sorry for your broken donkey every day."

Yun Ziliang rolled his eyes at Zhao Wuya and said to Zhou Xuan, "To search for the dragon lineage and travel all over the mountains and rivers of Jing Country, we rely on donkeys. This donkey can go into history and other spaces.

There are many monsters in Jing Country, and many of them have their own talents. For example, some monsters are good at hiding their breath.
The psychic black donkey has the talent of being able to walk in many spaces."

"Does this mean that this big black donkey understands the law of time?"

"It's different from the rules, but just somewhat similar." Yun Ziliang said.

When Zhou Xuan heard this, he slapped Zhao Wuya on the shoulder and said, "Ya Zi, I have requisitioned your Dahei."

Zhao Wuya just kept eating and pretended not to hear.

"You have to requisition it even if you don't agree. When it's done, I'll treat you to a movie."

“I don’t like watching movies.”

"Then I'll help you save the incense."

"Can you help me accumulate incense? Can you cultivate on me?"

Zhao Wuya’s eyes widened.

"Of course, Xunlong is a god, and gods can use Buddha's energy to accumulate incense." Zhou Xuan said, "Mo Tingsheng is from the Buddha Kingdom. Think about it, how can a person from the Buddha Kingdom not have Buddha's energy? I will capture him, you absorb his Buddha's energy, and leave his flesh and blood to Lao Yun. Isn't this a happy ending for everyone?"

Zhao Wuya stood up and slammed the table, saying, "Landlord, Landlord Zhou, you insulted me. We are the dragon hunters, and that is the spirit of Taoism. Arresting Mo Tingsheng is to enforce justice. As a member of Taoism, Dahei should go through fire and water without hesitation. What about talking about Buddha spirit and incense? That is a story for the future."

Tsk tsk, look at Yazi, he is so righteous and awe-inspiring, but he didn’t reject Mo Tingsheng’s Buddhist spirit.

With Zhao Wuya's black donkey, things became much easier. After dinner, Zhou Xuan went out for a stroll and walked to West Street, where he heard Si Yuer calling him.

"Hey, Yu'er, what brings you to Dongshi Street?"

"It's not the wind, Brother Zhou. Today, a large number of newspapers in Mingjiang Prefecture are using a lot of space to smear you."

"Let him smear the people, it will be fine in a couple of days."

The smearing news was instigated by Mo Tingsheng. If Mo Tingsheng dies,

Naturally, the smear campaign news in the newspapers disappeared.

"Brother Zhou, you are really open-minded. If it were me, I would break their legs."

"The newspaper news is a small matter, Yu'er, I have something important to discuss with you."

"what's up?"

"I'm the Blood Well Psychic, you know that, right?"

Si Yuer didn't know this before, but after Zhou Xuan wandered around at night and sent out a whistling sound towards Mingjiang Mansion, she realized that Zhou Xuan was the psychic of the Blood Well.

"I know now."

"I want to form the Blood Well Society." Zhou Xuan said.

"The Blood Well Society is controlled by Master Jing Deng."

"I just want to replace the well lamp."

Zhou Xuan told Si Yuer everything about Jing Deng working for the evil god, having close ties with kidnappers, and even having the possibility of kidnapping the psychic from the Blood Well.

Si Yuer was so angry that she almost bit her lips.

"So Mr. Jing is so bad?"

"Blood Well psychics should not be treated as food or end up going crazy. The new Blood Well Society will lead all psychics to live a decent life, a life where they no longer have to worry about going crazy."

Zhou Xuan himself was a psychic of the Blood Well, and his words resonated deeply with Si Yuer.

She quickly asked, "Brother Zhou, what do you want me to do?"

"The Si family has many big newspapers under their control. In the next few days, you should publish the news about the reorganization of the Blood Well Society in the newspapers. It should be on the front page to warm up the new Blood Well Society and let more Blood Well spiritualists in Mingjiang Prefecture see this news."

"Is it a code word that will be used to communicate if the blood well is not set up?"

"No need." Zhou Xuan said, "Have you forgotten that when I was traveling at night, I could send whistles to many places in Mingjiang Prefecture? Now, my perception has reached a higher level and has entered the realm of day travel.
In the future, if I want to hold a Blood Well gathering, I can notify all the Blood Well psychics in Mingjiang Prefecture in a day. Maybe I can notify not only Mingjiang Prefecture, Pingshui Prefecture, Huangyuan Prefecture, and Jingchuan Prefecture."

Si Yuer's eyes were full of stars when she heard this.

She not only marveled at Zhou Xuan's powerful perception, but also looked forward to the new Blood Well Society in the future.

"What kind of energy can the four blood well psychics unleash under the leadership of Brother Zhou?"

"Don't fantasize yet." Zhou Xuan tapped Si Yu'er's forehead lightly and said, "Remember, this is the front page headline."

"Of course, of course. I will go back and write the news now. I will do it myself."

Si Yuer turned and left.

After strolling for a while, Zhou Xuan returned to the store to sleep.

……

The next morning, Zhou Xuan was still in a dream when Miss Qiang shouted, "I figured it out. I figured it out. It was twenty-three years ago."

"What?"

Zhou Xuan asked sleepily.

"Mo Tingsheng is hiding in the history of Jingguo twenty-three years ago."

"Can the positioning be more precise?"

"Twenty-three years ago, Jingguo, Mingjiang Mansion, and Xishan Street can only be located at this level."

"It's already very good." Zhou Xuan praised.

Xishan Street is the most prosperous street in Mingjiang Prefecture.

This street is very long, several kilometers long, but in the eyes of Zhou Xuan who can travel during the day, it is not too easy to find out the details of this street.

"Have you figured out the power attribute of the Buddhist verse?"

"It's still being calculated."

Zhou Xuan nodded, got up, washed up, and called the City God Hall.

The person who answered the phone was Li Zheng, the City God.

He had been on duty all night and was a little tired, so his voice was a little lazier.

"Who?"

"I am Zhou Xuan."

"Hey, young sir." Li Zheng's spirits immediately perked up and he said, "What can I do for you?"

"Is the painter in the City God's Hall?"

"exist."

"Inform him that I have already located Mo Tingsheng. As soon as we have enough manpower, we will immediately enter the history of Jingguo and arrest him."

"clear."

Li Zheng hung up the phone and ran towards the stone house where Mr. Feng was imprisoned. When he saw the painter, he said, "Master Hua, the young master has determined the location of Mo Tingsheng."

"So fast?"

The painter and Mr. Feng sat face to face.

Mr. Feng hated Mo Tingsheng so much at this moment that he gritted his teeth and squeezed out a sentence: "Mo Tingsheng, you will not die well."

The painter waved his hand, signaling Li Zheng to go out first.

"Just waiting for Master Arrow."

Lady Red Coffin is now in Mingjiang Mansion. She will gather the troops and move quickly, but Lord Jian has not entered Mingjiang Mansion yet.

The painter is waiting.

About half an hour later,
A parade lantern stopped in front of the painter.

"Master Hua, the monitoring instrument of the Parade of Gods has moved. A master with more than six incense sticks of incense has entered Mingjiang Mansion, but after the instrument fluctuated, it stopped vibrating."

"It doesn't matter. It's Master Jian who has entered Mingjiang Mansion."

After the lantern flew away, the painter looked far away in the direction of Pingshui Prefecture, and a scene from his memory flashed before his eyes - an archer dressed in white, with a bow and arrow pointed at the sky.

"White-robed Divine Arrow, we haven't seen each other for many years."

The painter murmured...

(End of this chapter)