Day and night tour

Chapter 304: The Nameless Book
As Zhou Xuan's thoughts flowed, the Record of Clearing Injustices in front of him emitted a hazy golden luster.

After the gloss spreads, it forms a small square box shape.

Zhou Xuan kept imagining the original appearance of the "Book of Will"... He had seen the real Book of Will in the sky -

——It was a sheepskin book, which looked so inconspicuous in its simplicity.

Zhou Xuan and the Cleansing Wrongs Talisman in front of him seemed to have some kind of tacit cooperation. As his ideas became clearer and clearer, the golden sheen wrapped around the Cleansing Wrongs Talisman was like a fire in a blacksmith's shop, constantly burning the Cleansing Wrongs Talisman.

The calcination was going on uninterruptedly, and the shape of the Cleansing Wrongs Talisman was being corrected, evolving step by step in the direction Zhou Xuan wanted.

"call!"

When the shape of the Clearing Wrongs Talisman became unchangeable, Zhou Xuan suddenly exhaled a breath of foul air, the golden light dissipated, and the talisman showed a new appearance.

It is almost the same as the real "Book of Will", except for the difference in the degree of newness.

It looked too old, the pages were yellowed, the cover was dotted with dark spots, and the paper was badly damaged, as if if you touched it, some rotten paper scraps would fall off.

"It still lacks some popularity and willpower."

Zhou Xuan held up the "Book of Will" with both hands and turned the pages carefully. The book had no name, as if everything was kept simple.

"It is reasonable that saints have no appearance and heavenly books have no names."

Zhou Xuan put the Heavenly Book into the inner pocket of his Taoist robe, and began to rest with his eyes closed. Today, he had to draw human energy into this dilapidated Heavenly Book to condense a Heavenly Book that truly contained the "Will of the Well Country". This book could not collapse under any circumstances.

Lectures require a certain state, and Zhou Xuan needs this state now...

……

"Please queue up in an orderly manner to avoid serious stampedes."

The security personnel of the metropolis, wearing yellow armbands and holding an iron loudspeaker in their hands, shouted at the top of their lungs.

It should be noted that although Jiangfu is an economic city, in this era, there are often no large-scale events held, no concerts, and football matches and horse races are all activities for the elite class.
The only large-scale activity that ordinary people participate in is the big market. However, at the big market, it depends on who has greater strength. When there are too many people, it depends on who has broader arms. If people force their way in, there is no order at all.

If you have never participated in a large-scale event, it would be difficult to understand what "orderly entry" means. The crowd that packed the entrance of the Metropolitan Museum of Art looked like old ladies and men rushing to grab eggs in a supermarket, and they would rush in as soon as the door opened.

Gu Ling was afraid of a major stampede, so she organized security personnel to discipline the people who wanted to enter the venue over and over again.

Fortunately, the propaganda through the loudspeakers really worked well. Gradually, everyone knew how to line up and lined up in four rows, stretching half the way around the street.

Passers-by who didn't know what was going on speculated.
"What are they doing? Are they lining up to be shot?"

"I don't know? Could it be that the Shan De Society is distributing rice, flour, grain and oil again?"

"It doesn't look like it. Let's line up and see. Maybe it's a good thing."

The queues that were rarely seen in Mingjiang Mansion actually had a herd effect at this moment. People who originally had no interest in listening to books or watching performances also lined up in a daze.

……

By the time the audience has a deeper understanding of what it means to enter the venue in an orderly manner, the scheduled performance time is almost up.

"Follow the team, don't go astray. Big brother in short coat, don't turn outside the team. If you turn outside, everyone will follow you."

Yu Zhengyuan did not wear a yellow armband, but he was a warm-hearted person with strong organizational skills. He stood up on his own and maintained order in the team.

"The Zhou family has talented people."

Yun Ziliang admires Yu Zhengyuan very much.

"Grandmaster, we also have capable people in Xunlong Hall."

"Who?"

"As for me! My understanding of the world is my knowledge, and my understanding of human nature is my writing. You are so proud of it."

Zhao Wuya had been drugged by Yu Zhengyuan for the entire afternoon and he still hadn't come to his senses. He had already lost his sense of direction.

Yun Ziliang didn't know what to say for a moment.

"Xuan Zi has made it out of this worldly affairs. As for being well-versed in human nature, that big manager can be considered half of it. As for you, Ya Zi... you still need to learn from him."

Yun Ziliang was surprisingly not angry this time, but patiently explained the matter to Zhao Wuya.

He used to be very disappointed with his parents, but now he doesn’t hate them anymore... The difference between people is really too big.

"No wonder the Zhou Clan was once in decline. It's only been a few years since they came into being, and they're even more popular than before. Nowadays... what's the most expensive thing... talent!"

With Yu Zhengyuan in charge of the troupe, Zhou Lingyi in charge of the place, and the amazing talent of Zhou Xuan, the Zhou family troupe rose rapidly.

“It’s hard for a troupe with so many talented people not to stand out.”

……

Yu Zhengyuan treated Zhou Xuan as his own brother, so whenever his brother went on stage to give lectures, it was his business.

He is more concerned than those security personnel and has better methods. He observes the straight line with his naked eyes, and reminds anyone who crosses the line. If he encounters those young and arrogant people, he will suppress them quickly and signal the old man who comes to help to show the dominoes.

Not many people in Mingjiang Prefecture have seen the dominoes played by the Bone Elders, but many have heard of the legend of the dominoes.

Seeing the dominoes is like seeing the bones. Most of the people who dare to act arrogantly at the entrance of the metropolitan city have heard of this legend. When they see the dominoes, their legs go weak and they no longer have the courage to cause trouble. They hide themselves, line up obediently and enter in an orderly manner.

With reminders and big sticks, Yu Zhengyuan took control of this huge place.

Everything he did was seen by Li Liuyun who was in the crowd.

Li Liuyun did not dress up as a man today, although she always appeared in public as a man.

At this moment, she was wearing a Yin Shidanlin cheongsam, standing among the crowd like a touch of fresh green.

She was carrying a small white handbag and wearing a pair of flaming high heels. The blue sky, white moon and red ground made her look too eye-catching compared to the dark clothes of the people around her.

The rest of the people in the queue, when they were bored, also looked at her.

"This young boss is a talented person. Our nightclub needs such a capable person."

Li Liuyun even wanted to wait until the show was over, invite Yu Zhengyuan out for a drink, and finalize a document to allow him to take up the position in Paramount.

"Just give up on that idea, sesame paste."

The man standing behind Li Liuyun spoke sarcastically.

"Don't use code names when we meet privately. Just call me Sister Yun."

"Okay, okay, Sister Yun, I'm a spirit servant from Shijia Village, and I'm on a sister-brother basis with you from Liuyun Village. I don't feel comfortable just thinking about it."

"You are uncomfortable, but I am uncomfortable too. If it weren't for Tianzun's plan, if I had found you in Mingjiang Mansion, I would have at least broken both of your legs."

Li Liuyun said to Awang.

Awang is a member of the Xuejing Society. He is thin, with sunken cheekbones and dark eye sockets, like a person who is extremely dehydrated. Just by glancing at him, one can tell that he looks morbid.

He sneered and said, "We often attract customers from Pingshui Prefecture at our car rental company. The person you're interested in happened to rent my car today and went to Dongshi Street. Can you guess who he is?"

"Who?"

"Mingjiang Mansion's young master's senior brother, Yu Zhengyuan, is Pingshui Mansion's top manager. If you want to poach him, isn't that wishful thinking?"

The Blood Well psychics are all natural intelligence agents due to their extremely strong perception. As long as they are willing to work hard in this direction, it won't take long before they can hear everything around them and see everything in all directions, and they can hear most of the big and small things happening in a state.

Upon hearing this, Li Liuyun said, "That young gentleman is Zhou Xuan from the Zhou family. I heard he is quite an important figure."

"He is such a great man. He has only been in Mingjiang Prefecture for a short time, but even the First Divine Painter of the Bone Elders' Association thinks highly of him."

Awang said, "According to my information, this young gentleman is the person in charge of Mingjiang Mansion. You are trying to poach his chief manager. Let's not talk about whether you can poach him. Even if you do, be careful. A few words from this young gentleman may ruin your Paramount forever."

Although these words of advice sounded a bit sarcastic, Li Liuyun took them to heart. He thought the young master did have the ability.

She sighed, turned her eyes away from Yu Zhengyuan, and stopped thinking about those irrelevant things.

As the team moved, ten minutes later, Li Liuyun and Awang entered the metropolis.

Although the Metropolitan Museum of Art has free admission and provides free fruits, snacks, and beer, if you are willing to spend some money, you can choose to sit near the front. The seats at the front are more spread out and provide more privacy.

Li Liuyun and Awang were not short of money, so they booked the couple seats in the front and sat down side by side.

"Awang, what are your plans for what the Heavenly Lord has ordered?"

"Think of a way to send me over as a sacrifice and let the Nine Snake God devour me."

"If you swallow it, won't you die?"

"We in Shijiazhai master the laws of the stars. As long as there is a little Dharma body wandering outside, we will not die."

"The Star Transformation Realm of the Star Law?"

Li Liuyun asked.

The disciples of Yin Hall are connected to an evil god, who has mastered a part of the realm of a certain law.

Because of this, the Yin Hall disciples’ understanding of the laws is stronger than that of many Zheng Hall disciples.

"Yes, the realm of star transformation." Awang said.

"Will you die if you stop bragging? It is impossible for Yintang disciples to comprehend the laws and break the iron law of Jingguo's practice. They need seven incense sticks to comprehend. You have only five incense sticks, and you still have laws and three realms... You might as well say that you want to become a priest of the Bone Elders' Association. That would be more believable."

“With my incense level, of course I can’t directly use the third level of the Star Transformation Technique, but I have the Bone God Index Finger. If I hold my index finger, I can transform into a star.”

"That index finger has a usage limit."

"If I can get the 'White Bone Mountain of Eternal Life' tattoo, it would be worth it to spend one time on my index finger."

Li Liuyun also knew the value of the tattoo the high priest was talking about, so he stopped questioning and asked, "What happens after you become a blood sacrifice and enter the belly of the Nine Snake God?" "Use your perception to pollute the spirit of the Nine Snake God and find out his past and present lives from his chaotic mind."

"Can your plan be more down-to-earth? You used your perception to pollute the Nine Snake God. If you are so capable, why don't you just pollute the Heavenly Lord?"

"Don't lie." Awang was frightened by Li Liuyun's words. He said, "What is Blood Well Heavenly Lord? He is omnipresent and knows everything. He has heard every word you said. If you want to die, don't drag me into it."

"The Lord of Heaven is tolerant. He doesn't think you are petty like Shijiazhai?"

Li Liuyun interrupted.

Awang continued, "With my perception, I can't pollute the Nine Snake God. What if it's the high priest?"

"I'm a little worried. The spirit of the Nine Snake God is like a huge ocean..."

"The high priest's perception encompasses heaven and earth."

Awang interrupted Li Liuyun's words and said, "You just need to know that in Jing Country, those who can rely on perception to travel through the soul every day may not be able to do it easily.

The high priest can travel in spirit every day, and his perception has reached the realm of Well Country mythology. Even the Nine Snake Gods cannot compete with him. "

"Is the high priest's perception so strong?" Li Liuyun did not have a deep understanding of perception. After all, she was not a disciple of the village at heart, she was a big businessman.

As the village's spirit servant, Awang has a deep understanding of mystical theories.

"Without such power, how can you be the high priest of Tianzun? That's Tianzun, one of the four founders of Jingguo Xianghuo Shinto."

In the past, Awang only knew that the witch god, the Taoist ancestor, and the ancient Buddha were the founders of the incense and fire Taoism, and he didn't know who the fourth founder was. After the Blood Well Meeting was held, he suddenly realized that the Blood Well, which had accompanied him for four years, was one of the Four Heavenly Lords.

"Yes, we are blessed this time."

Li Liuyun sighed and looked towards the stage.

On the stage, Bai Guang was dressed in gorgeous clothes and sang his famous song "Nanping Evening Bell".

"I hurriedly walked into the forest. The forest was full of bushes. I couldn't see his whereabouts. I only saw the trees swaying in the wind."

As soon as Bai Guang opened her voice, she received a lot of applause. In Mingjiang Mansion today, everyone knew this talented singer. At least half of the people came just for her.

Playing songs on a record player and listening to them live are two completely different things. Bai Guang's singing voice is lazy, and there is a rustling timbre in her voice, which is very charming. These details are lost when recording the record. When listening to it live, the audience only feels that it is transparent and three-dimensional...

"Xu."

Many audience members whistled excitedly.

The whistles, shouts, and applause all expressed the love for the singer.

Li Liuyun was furious and said to Awang, "Such a good singer was originally mine, our Paramount... Look at what the Metropolitan Museum of Art did? Such a good talent was trained to be tone-deaf and can't even sing the right tune. And she's still singing jazz? Pah!"

She continued to curse in a low voice, but did not stop her from patting her knees with her two little hands to keep the rhythm.

"You've been scolding for so long, aren't you enjoying the song?" Awang said sarcastically as he looked at Li Liuyun's little hands beating the rhythm.

"Bah, it's the song that's good, it has nothing to do with how she sings it." Li Liuyun was still being stubborn.

But it's useless to be stubborn, the audience's reaction is the final word,

Bai Guang's singing started out with a roar like the sound of mountains and seas, but gradually the whole audience fell silent. The audience was so enchanted by the singing that they even forgot to applaud.

People walked into the song, and the song surrounded people.
The person and the song reached a perfect resonance.

After the song was over, the audience didn't wake up until Bai Guang bowed. The applause was thunderous and the shouts of "Sing one more song" were heard continuously.

Bai Guang smiled sweetly and said, "I'm not the protagonist tonight. The protagonist is the storyteller we invited to the nightclub. It's not good to steal his limelight."

After a little bit of mischief, she said, "That storyteller is more interesting than me and he is also handsome. I won't waste your time. Let me throw out this brick to lure out that jade-like gentleman."

She bowed gracefully again and left the stage.

Then Gu Ling came on stage.
Bai Guang's singing voice sounded like a soft lullaby, but Gu Ling's singing voice was extremely fiery and unrestrained. Just two or three lines of the song ignited the emotions of the audience. Some excited spectators even danced awkwardly.

"Who is this storyteller? Bai Guang warms up the show, Gu Ling backs up the stage, and two singing queens set the stage for him..."

Awang asked Li Liuyun.

Li Liuyun spread his hands and said, "I don't know either. Let's wait and see."

By the time Gu Ling finished singing, the whole place had become completely heated. The light balls on the ceiling were flashing colorful lights, and the audience members were drinking beer, their faces were obviously a little rosy.

In addition, when Gu Ling was singing, many important people came into the venue.

The Lady in the Red Coffin, the Painter, the Musician, the City God Qingfeng, Siming, Li Chengfeng, Xia Jin, etc.

The entire Mingjiang Prefecture's God-Traveling Division was present. The scholars of the Bone Elders' Association had long heard from Lv Mingkun that his junior fellow apprentice was a rare genius among storytellers. Not only was his dream world amazing, but the stories he told were also excellent.

They couldn't hold back their curiosity and also came to the Metropolitan.

Awang runs a car dealership and usually collects a lot of information about Mingjiang City. He knows what the painters and musicians look like better than anyone else.

"Hey, why are they here?"

Li Liuyun noticed that something was wrong with Awang and asked, "Why are you so embarrassed? Who did you meet?"

After saying that, she wanted to release her perception to feel it well. Awang was closest to her and noticed that she was releasing her perception, and he broke out in a cold sweat.

"Put away your perception. If you want to die, don't drag me down with you."

Awang roared in a low voice.

Although the sound was vague, it was still loud enough. Qingfeng, who was far away, turned his head and glanced at Awang.

Awang's face immediately turned pale, his head dropped, and cold sweat broke out.

Qingfeng had been handling cases for many years and noticed that something was wrong with Awang, so he was about to get up. Awang's heart began to beat fast and he was already thinking about how to escape.

You may not be able to escape.

Even if he holds the Bone God's Index Finger in his hand and can activate the Star Transformation Technique, what can the Star Transformation do with all the Wandering Gods gathered in this venue?
Just at this time, Li Chengfeng saw Qingfeng about to move, so he moved over and whispered a few words. Qingfeng nodded, sat down again, and no longer paid attention to Awang.

"They seem to be ignoring us?"

Awang carefully glanced at Qingfeng's movements. At this moment, he saw that two fingers of Li Chengfeng's left hand and two fingers of his right hand crossed each other, forming a "well" character.

He immediately understood that it was Li Chengfeng who saved him and Li Liuyun.

"Praise the high priest, praise scholar Li."

Awang then wiped the sweat from his forehead, turned around and scolded Li Liuyun again: "Do you know that all the people from the Parade of Gods are here, as well as the Bone Elders Association and the City God Night Watch."

"what?"

Li Liuyun didn't have time to argue with Awang at this time. She was also afraid of what a stupid thing she had just done.

"If it weren't for Scholar Li, we would both be doomed."

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I never thought that a little storyteller on stage would attract so many people from the Parade of Gods to come and watch the fun."

Li Liuyun knew he had done something wrong, so he lowered his attitude and apologized repeatedly.

But at the same time, there was a question, like a stamp, pressing on her heart.

Who is this storyteller? Why did the Gods' Parade and the Bone Elders' Association come to support him when he told a story?

……

Behind the scenes of the performance, Zhou Xuan carefully adjusted the wrinkles on his Taoist robe. Li Chengfeng walked in, leaned close to his ear and said, "High Priest, there are two Blood Well psychics in the hall. They released their perception, and Qingfeng felt it."

"Where are the others?"

"Qingfeng's perception is only second-rate, not top-notch. If he can sense it, the painter and the musician should all have sensed it."

"Send them a secret letter and tell them that the Blood Well Psychic outside is my friend. I am also a Blood Well Psychic. It is normal to have two of the same kind as friends."

"Okay. Also, should I follow those two Blood Well psychics?"

"No need. The Blood Well Psychics like to remain anonymous. If they like it, why bother them? We should give members freedom, otherwise it would be too despicable."

Zhou Xuan smiled and patted Li Chengfeng on the shoulder: "Old Li, it's my turn. I'm going to go on stage."

"Then I'll go to the door to listen to the book." Li Chengfeng also smiled and returned to the audience seats.

Zhou Xuan walked slowly and staggered onto the stage.

For a storyteller, stage presence comes first. If he doesn’t walk with grace, he will be kicked out before he even opens his mouth.

Zhou Xuan had only mastered the basics of voice, stage, form, and performance before, but they were quick learning and not very successful. But after he witnessed "Mr. Feng" giving a lecture last time, he had a new understanding of stage style, form, and performance.
This time, not only did he go on stage, but he also gave the audience a reassurance that at least he would not cause any disgust.

The harsh Li Liuyun said, "I thought he was such a good storyteller, but look at the pace he takes. He is far inferior to Mr. Feng."

“There are probably not many storytellers who can be compared with Mr. Feng.”

Awang said, "But apart from telling stories, Mr. Feng cannot compare with this storyteller in other aspects."

"What do you mean?" Li Liuyun asked.

"Do you know who he is?" Awang said.

"Who?"

"Zhou Xuan, the young master who has been the most popular in Mingjiang Mansion recently." Awang said leisurely...

(End of this chapter)