Day and night tour

Chapter 305: Mortals Cultivation to Immortality
"He is Zhou Xuan? You are not mistaken, are you?"

Li Liuyun has never been very keen on collecting intelligence. When the Paramount business was going from bad to worse, she used the financial resources of Yin Tang to take it over. She really wanted to make money. Although Yin Tang was located in a large village deep in the mountains, it also needed a lot of money and food to operate.

During this period, Bai Guang became famous, and Gu Ling's Metropolis was showing signs of surpassing the Paramount. She was so busy with business matters every day that she had no time to observe the situation in Mingjiang City.

And what’s the point of paying attention?

After all, she was just a shady disciple of the Yin Hall and the owner of a nightclub. She was not good enough in front of the three major halls: the Bone Elders Association, the Witches, and the City God.

Because of this, she didn't know what the famous young master Zhou Xuan looked like.

"How could it be fake? I know what Zhou Xuan looks like much better than you do."

"That's weird."

Li Liuyun reasoned according to the rules of the nightclub and said, "According to what you said, Zhou Xuan is very powerful in Mingjiang Mansion, and his identity must be precious. Is it worth it for him to come here and be a storyteller?
Generally, people who give lectures do so for fame or to make money. In the final analysis, fame is also money."

Li Liuyun said: "If it's not for money, then he is a storyteller in the hall, telling stories to earn incense. This Zhou Xuan seems to have nothing to do with either."

"Doing business and being a scoundrel are two different logics. If you use the rules of the business world to infer this young gentleman, I'm afraid you will be further away from the truth."

Awang had calmed down from the terror of being targeted by Qingfeng, and his expression was surprisingly relaxed. He said to the seats of the parade gods in the front, "If he is not Zhou Xuan, who else can be so bold as to tell a story without any fame and attract all the parade gods to come to the battle?"

"makes sense."

Li Liuyun also accepted the young master on the stage who was wearing a Taoist robe, who did not look like a Taoist priest or a storyteller, and was the young master of Mingjiang Mansion. He could not help but mocking him,
“However, his narration of this book is not good enough, his stage presence is not stable enough, and his voice lacks maturity. If he were in our Paramount, we could only let him give narrations on stage when there were few customers, to gain some popularity and lay a good foundation. It would take at least four or five years of practice before he could officially go on stage.

As for having big singers like Bai Guang and Gu Ling warm up for him, he is really not qualified.”

"Say less. If these words fall into the ears of the God Touring Division, we will both be in trouble."

Awang persuaded.

In fact, it should be said that during the years that Li Liuyun had been running Paramount, her hearing and vision were indeed sharp, and her comments on Zhou Xuan were also on point.

Being a storyteller is not easy. To tell a story well and win the audience's applause requires a lot of knowledge and skills.
If the storyteller is gifted, it would be fine. He can practice the skills after seven or eight years of experience.

If one has average talent, he or she will gain some knowledge after giving hundreds or thousands of lectures that are deserted. By the time he or she becomes an expert in giving lectures and hears the enthusiastic applause from the audience, he or she will have already become an expert in both reading and fiction.

Therefore, it is very difficult to accumulate offerings for the storyteller's hall, and it is also called one of the most difficult halls to practice by some old hands.

In the final analysis, Zhou Xuan is a quick-trained storyteller. Not to mention his stage presence, his voice is created using the "voice changing method" to sound like "clouds covering the moon".

A fake voice is never as natural as a natural voice, and it may not stand up to scrutiny from listeners with discerning ears.

Li Liuyun could hear it, and many audience members in the audience could also hear it.

Mingjiang Prefecture is an economic center, with a high radio penetration rate and a large number of radio stations.

Variety shows are the most listened-to programs on the radio. Audiences have often listened to storytelling on the radio. They know very well the tone and texture of the voices of those famous gentlemen when they tell stories.

Zhou Xuan just opened his mouth and gave a very typical opening speech.

"I am Zhou Xuan, the storyteller from Pingshui Prefecture. This is my first time visiting your precious place. I am bold enough to come on stage and tell you a few stories. My level is not high and my ability is limited. I hope you will be more tolerant."

As soon as he finished speaking, the knowledgeable audience began to boo and jeer.

Mingjiang Prefecture is rich and popular, and because of this, all the great storytellers want to make a name for themselves here.

As more and more people try to become famous, the audience naturally becomes more cautious. When they meet someone incompetent, no matter how famous the other person is, they will drive him away and criticize him without giving him any face at all.

But at the same time, they have one good point. If the narrator is truly talented, they will be impressed and praise him as appropriate.

Obviously, Zhou Xuan's words did not please them, so they started to talk.

"With this voice, if he were to go out to sell vegetables, no one would pay attention to him."

"Gu Ling and Bai Guang were there to warm up the audience. I thought they were some great people, but it turns out they are just useless people. Apart from their good looks, they are useless."

"He is handsome enough, but it's a pity that the Grand Master doesn't give him food."

"How high an official must this man be? He has a bad voice, but two big singers are supporting him?"

Faced with the doubts, Zhou Xuan remained calm and did not continue talking. Instead, he opened his folding fan and waved it gently, quite gracefully, as if the audience was not scolding him but praising him.

Seeing his expression, Zhao Wuya hated the audience and said, "What's wrong with Brother Xuan? His voice is so attractive, and the audience is picking on him?

If I don't beat them up and make them shut up, I'll be forgiven for not eating a meat pie just now."

"How dare you hit someone here?" Yun Ziliang pulled Zhao Wuya and said, "This lecture is a great one. If you can't even stand a few words of persuasion, then what's the point of your lecture? Look at Xuan Zi, he is unmoved. That's called grace."

Yun Ziliang persuaded everyone to stay calm. Yu Zhengyuan and Xu Li were also worried about Zhou Xuan.

Yuan Buyu and Zhou Lingyi were equally distressed. They were also listening to the story through the connection of the ancestral tree.

"Mr. Yuan, my brother won't ruin this book, right?"

"Smash? That's impossible. Some storytellers rely on their voices, some rely on their looks, and some rely on their eloquence. They just go up to you and start telling you a long story, just to make a scene first.

My apprentice has none of these characteristics, but he doesn't need to. When it comes down to it, talking about books is still about talking about things.

The ups and downs of officialdom, the Three Heroes and Five Gallants, wild stories and secret histories, talented men and beautiful women... Whether you can make these things interesting is a real skill."

Yuan Buyu also opened his folding fan and said confidently, "It just so happens that my disciple has extraordinary abilities in this area. Just wait and see, I guarantee that he will be a great success."

Yuan Buyu not only understands his disciples but also knows how to lecture. His rock-solid confidence eased most of Zhou Lingyi's nervousness.

……

In the hall of the Metropolitan Museum, Zhou Xuan gently waved his fan, waiting for the audience to make enough noise and the volume gradually became smaller. Then he closed the folding fan with a snap and said with a smile,
"To say that the audience in Jiang Mansion don't understand books is not true. After listening for a while, you can tell that my voice is somewhat different from those of the old predecessors.
But it is still wrong to say that the audience of Jiang Mansion understands the book. Telling a book is not like singing a song. It all depends on the voice. "

"Yo? A challenge?"

"You haven't even mastered your craft yet, but you've already started to question us, the audience."

"This young gentleman is quite magnanimous. Not only did he remain calm when so many people coaxed him, but he even turned around and wanted to teach them a lesson. He has great courage."

"Oh, this is a man who has seen a lot of things. Even if he didn't do a good job of teaching the book today, he will definitely have a bright future."

For a moment, there were two mainstream voices in the crowd. One was that people were impressed by Zhou Xuan's personal charm of remaining calm in the face of danger.

One group felt that Zhou Xuan was challenging the audience's understanding of storytelling and was challenging the audience.
"Alas, I really am just challenging you."

Zhou Xuan said with a smile: "What are you talking about? Isn't it about things you haven't heard of? I'm not old, but I have a lot of experience. I'm sure none of you have heard of or thought of the things I'm going to talk about later.
Besides, I'm sure you'll like to hear this story. If I say something crazy, I'll break the fan in my hand right in front of you."

"Young man, you still have a long way to go, so don't say anything angry."

An old book fan stood up and shouted to Zhou Xuan.

As an old storyteller, he naturally understood the storyteller's rules - folding a fan in front of the audience meant that the storyteller would retire from the business and would no longer tell stories.

This old man had listened to many books, but he did not make a fuss just now. He knew that the growth period of a storyteller is extremely long. Zhou Xuan is still young, and although his performance has some flaws, he has a good temperament and a promising future. It would be a pity and sad if his future was ruined here because of some angry words.

"Thank you for your support, old man, but I am a person who will never pick up a word I have spoken."

Zhou Xuan walked to the table and clapped the wake-up stick.

"Snapped!"

The room was startled by the sound of a wooden stick, and everyone's voices became even lower.

Zhou Xuan said solemnly: "Today I will not talk about long books or short stories, but only about a chapter I wrote. The content of this chapter contains the advice of a master and my dream. I wrote it down after waking up and integrated it into a chapter.
The immortals, heroes, foxes, ghosts, and Nascent Souls that have transformed into gods are all lies and illusions. I am just talking nonsense, and you can just listen to it as nonsense.

This book is called "The Story of a Mortal's Journey to Immortality."

As soon as the title of the book was revealed, the whole hall burst into laughter. People laughed at the childish title. They believed that cultivating immortals was cultivating immortals, and mortals were mortals. It was probably a foolish dream for mortals to cultivate immortals.

“The True Immortals and Golden Immortals in heaven were all mortals before they became immortals. How can mortals not become immortals through cultivation?
Let’s stop talking nonsense and get down to business.”

Zhou Xuan once again used a wooden stick to startle the audience. After a crisp sound, he took advantage of the audience's brief distraction to start his story.
"The fool opened his eyes wide, staring straight at the black roof made of thatch and mud. The old quilt covering him had turned dark yellow..."

Zhou Xuan began to speak slowly.

As soon as the name Erlengzi came out, there was another burst of laughter, but the laughter was not as loud as before.

Han Li in "A Mortal's Journey to Immortality" has nicknames such as "Han Old Devil" and "Han Paopao". When Han Li was a little kid from a poor family, everyone in the village called him "Erlangzi".

A name like Erlangzi, if used as the name of the protagonist in a fairy tale, sounds childish even if it is just a nickname given by the villagers. However, most people in the venue could not laugh.

Nowadays, people believe that "a humble name makes it easier to raise a child". No matter how fancy a baby's name is, he or she will always have a rustic nickname.

What about Gousheng, Tiedan, Cuihua, Tiezhu, etc.
There are probably a few audience members whose nickname is “Erlangzi”.

Such a rustic name makes the audience imagine their own childhood and naturally can't laugh.

As for those who were still laughing, when Zhou Xuan pushed the story forward to "Third Uncle found Han Li's parents and wanted to use his identity as an outer disciple of Qixuan Sect to recommend Han Li to participate in the test of Qixuan Sect disciples", no one could laugh anymore.
Jing Country is a country where theocracy is supreme, and family ties are also supreme. Information is backward, and if you want to find a decent job, most of them are assigned by parents or introduced by relatives.
The opening chapter of "A Mortal's Journey to Immortality" is very simple. It is about Han Li's third uncle, who loves Han Li so much that he wants to recommend Han Li to join the Qixuan Sect. After his parents pondered for a long time, they finally agreed to let Han Li venture into a large sect. When the third uncle came to pick him up, his parents saw him off all the way...

The story is simple, but the connotation is not simple. The pure family affection, sincerity and simplicity in it have touched countless readers in the past life...

After Zhou Xuan's interpretation, this story moved the audience even more.

The fact that Han Li's third uncle recommended Han Li to join the Seven Mysterious Sect always made the audience think of themselves, and how they were helped by kind relatives during their confused years, which led to their current life.

Widespread resonance was quickly ignited by Zhou Xuan's so-called "rotten voice" in almost every paragraph.
"Looking at his parents' gradually receding figures, Han Li bit his lips tightly, trying hard not to let the tears in his eyes flow out..."

When Zhou Xuan talked about this, everyone was stirred up by the past memories again. When they left home at a young age, their relatives helped them, and sometimes they even went to pursue a good future. However, their parents seemed to be experiencing a life-and-death separation, and reluctantly followed the oxcarts and horsecarts that left the village and town, bidding them farewell all the way.

Parents and children, at the moment before separation, both sides had already burst into tears...

Especially the old book fan who advised Zhou Xuan not to get angry, burst into tears at this time. He was like Han Li. When he was fourteen years old, he was taken to Mingjiang Shoe Factory by his second uncle to work. From then on, he depended on his second uncle for life. Later, he opened a small shoe factory and became a wealthy small boss. Three years ago, his second uncle passed away, and it was he who supported the soul.

After his second uncle left, he didn't dare recall the past anymore. But today, the storyteller's few words brought back all those sad and happy memories.

"If my second uncle hadn't passed away, he would definitely come and listen to the book with me today." "This young master is amazing. He says he is cultivating immortals, but he is actually telling the truth about the world. It is profound, profound, profound and wonderful."

There were many people in the meeting room who were in the same situation as the old man. Some sighed, some smiled bitterly without saying a word.

Fifth Senior Brother Lv Mingkun was even more moved by Zhou Xuan's story than the old man. He had practiced swordplay for more than 20 years just to avenge his uncle. Now that he had listened to the book and recalled the past...

"Yazi, make way."

"Fifth Brother, where are you going?"

"Go to the corner and listen. I suddenly want to smoke a cigarette."

The people in the audience were feeling sad and lamenting, but Zhou Xuan on the stage became more and more immersed in his acting.

The following plot is that Han Li participated in the test, passed through the bamboo forest, and climbed up the cliff. In this test, Han Li and Zhang Tie were the last two to arrive.
The rest of the test-takers entered the sect's Qi Jue Hall. Han Li and Zhang Tie were accepted as "registered disciples". Then they met Doctor Mo and were accepted as herbal medicine boys and herbal medicine boys...

The content is not complicated, but it gradually arouses the emotions of the audience.
They were all moved by the sincerity at the beginning, and could not help but put their own emotions into Han Li's mind. They were particularly concerned about Han Li's future.

When the hermit-like "Doctor Mo" accepted Han Li and Zhang Tie as his disciples, many people smiled knowingly, as if they had seen their descendants find a good job.

"This Doctor Mo is a skilled doctor, and as for his personality... at the moment, he seems to be quite open-minded.

After he accepted Zhang Tie and Han Li as his disciples, he not only taught them medical knowledge, but also taught them to read and write, the eight extraordinary meridians, the twelve regular meridians, and other basic martial arts skills. "

"Dr. Mo is such a good man."

"It's because Han Li has a kind heart that he met such a good senior."

"The young master spoke with some sincerity, which was very pleasant to hear."

The audience was somewhat relaxed at this time.
Zhou Xuan had sharp ears, so he naturally heard the discussions. He smiled in his heart: If you think this is a warm story from beginning to end, then you are wrong...

"In addition to medicine and Kung Fu, Doctor Mo also taught the two some formulas. According to him, these formulas came from a strange book - Changsheng Jing."

Since there is the word "immortality", it must be closely related to immortals. Otherwise, how can a mere mortal dare to talk about immortality?
The eyes of the people in the audience lit up, the storyteller was getting to the point.

"Time flies, and a year has passed. Doctor Mo wants to test Han Li and Zhang Tie's practice of the formula, but he senses a faint aura from Han Li.
I was immediately overjoyed..."

The audience laughed knowingly at the scene again - Doctor Mo took in the younger generation, and the younger generation achieved success in cultivation. This is what is called returning a favor,
When everyone thought this was a "happy and perfect" passage, Zhou Xuan suddenly changed the subject and said,

"I saw Doctor Mo holding Han Li's shoulders tightly with both hands. His squinting eyes widened and he stared at Han Li tightly, as if he was looking at a rare treasure in the world. There seemed to be a hint of madness in his eyes..."

This paragraph is the forerunner to revealing Dr. Mo's ill-intentioned intentions. In this paragraph alone, the image of a hermit created in the previous part suddenly tears off the mask of hypocrisy, which is very exciting.

"Ah? So Doctor Mo is not a good person?!"

"Hypocrisy and hypocrisy."

"Since Doctor Mo has evil intentions, why did he teach Han Li and Zhang Tie skills..."

Some impatient audience members couldn't even suppress their curiosity and didn't even have the patience to listen to the book, and asked Zhou Xuan questions.

Zhou Xuan naturally couldn't tell the joke at this time, nor did he respond to the audience's questions. Instead, he walked off the stage, walked into the crowd, struck the wake-up stick, and used the storyteller's method of "dreaming out of the blue"...

Dreams happen out of the blue. The dream has a certain range. The size of the range is determined by the storyteller's perception and the level of incense.

Zhou Xuan had four levels of incense, and his perception was on par with that of gods. When the wake-up stick was struck, the huge crowd of spectators were pulled into a dream.

In their dream, they saw an octogenarian with a face as dry as tree bark. He stared at a simple young boy with extremely greedy eyes.

It goes without saying that this old man is the "Doctor Mo" mentioned by the lecturer.

That simple young man was naturally Han Li.

Everyone immediately enjoyed this kind of "situational storytelling" and couldn't help but immerse themselves more in the storytelling.

It’s just that those curious people are even more curious.

"Mr. Storyteller, if you don't want to keep it short, then don't stop. Please tell me what the rest of the story is."

"Mr. Mo realized that he had lost his composure, so he withdrew his mind. During this assessment, he was quite satisfied with Han Li's aptitude, so he accepted Han Li as his personal disciple. As for Zhang Tie, he was extremely dissatisfied with Zhang Tie's aptitude, but he had an idea and taught him another mental method, called - Elephant Armor Skill."

It would be fine if this wasn't said. Once it was said, the suspense became even stronger... Since Mr. Mo was a man with ulterior motives, why did he teach Zhang Tiexiang Armor Skill?
Everyone was full of doubts and followed Zhou Xuan involuntarily.

"Zhang Tie made rapid progress with his Elephant Armor Skill, and Han Li accidentally picked up a palm-sized bottle, from which white light-like droplets flowed."

Zhou Xuan had another dream. An ancient bottle appeared in his dream. The bottle was painted with patterns. There were several white lights gathered at the mouth of the bottle. A drop of green jade hung on the mouth of the bottle, spinning on its own.

When everyone saw the image in the dream, they knew that this bottle was no ordinary item and was probably a great treasure.

"Four years have passed in a flash. Han Li is now fourteen years old. During this year, something happened."

Zhou Xuan deliberately slowed down the pace, and waited until everyone in the audience stretched their necks half an inch before he spoke: "Zhang Tie had mastered the Elephant Armor Technique, but suddenly disappeared, leaving behind a letter saying that he was going to venture into the martial arts world. It was Doctor Mo's plea that calmed the Qixuan Sect and did not pursue Zhang Tie's family and relatives.
When Han Li heard the news, he thought about it carefully and felt that something was wrong..."

"Hey, why does Han Li seem to have gotten smarter? He has figured out something is wrong."

"Oh, sir, you stopped again. We are so anxious."

"That Zhang Tie must have been harmed by Doctor Mo."

"Since Doctor Mo wanted to harm him, why did he teach him the Elephant Armor Skill?"

The audience and viewers actually started discussing the plot.

Zhou Xuan continued, "Zhang Tie disappeared, and Doctor Mo told Han Li that he was going on a long journey, leaving Han Li alone in Yaoshan.

On this day, Han Li met Senior Brother Li in Qixuan Sect. Senior Brother Li was extremely powerful and impressive. He severely injured Zhao Ziling, who was good at using the Fuliu Sword Technique.
But he looked noble in front of others, but suffered terribly behind the scenes. When Han Li returned to his room, he saw Senior Brother Li, who was dying, and saved him with the silver needle technique. "

"Han Li studied under Doctor Mo, so his medical skills are naturally excellent. It is not surprising that he saved a person, but he could see why Senior Brother Li was seriously injured."

Zhou Xuan had just walked onto the stage. He turned around abruptly, opened his folding fan, and said, "It's because Senior Brother Li took the marrow-extracting pill and exchanged his future life for his current skills.
After seeing through Senior Brother Li's secret, Han Li still chose to save Senior Brother Li.

But this Senior Brother Li, after his symptoms eased, fearing that his secret would be exposed, held a knife against Han Li’s neck…”

When Zhou Xuan talked about Han Li's life and death, he suddenly stopped talking and just closed his eyes and concentrated.

Everyone was eagerly waiting for the next words, wanting to know whether Han Li's life or death was safe or not, but Zhou Xuan seemed to be in a state of silence, not even a word moved.

After a long while, Zhou Xuan suddenly opened his eyes, sighed, held the ends of his folding fan with both hands, and said, "Alas, I have been talking for an hour and a half, but I haven't heard any applause. I still lost the bet.
Without the skill, why bother to eat the storyteller's food? My fan is broken, and I will no longer tell stories..."

After saying this, he made a gesture to fold his fan.

The audience was immediately stirred up, saying, "Sir, please don't fold your fans. We were so engrossed in listening that we forgot to applaud."

"Clap your hands, clap your hands! You can't just listen to one chapter of this book and then stop."

"Sir, I was naive just now and offended you. Your book is something we have never heard of before. Please don't fold the fan."

In order to encourage Zhou Xuan, the people in the audience shouted, whistled, and clapped. The noise they made almost blew off the roof of the Metropolitan Museum of Art.

Taking advantage of this gap, everyone finally broke away from the densely packed stories about cultivating immortals and took a breath of fresh air.

The painter, the lady with the red coffin, and the musician sitting in the front row looked at Zhou Xuan's sudden "mischief" and smiled at each other.

Of course they knew that Zhou Xuan would not fold a fan - this young Nuo god from the Zhou family would definitely become the face of the storyteller, and it was impossible for such a glorious face to fold a fan.

"But the young gentleman knew how to seek encouragement from the audience, and he used retreat as a means of advancement, which led to such a frenzy of cheers that I almost went deaf."

The painter said with a smile.

The musician said, "This is the first time I have heard the young master talk about books. This book is very interesting. I now understand why he became famous in Pingshui Prefecture with just one book."

"If my parents were as kind and amiable as Han Li's parents, I wouldn't have become a miserable ghost. There are so many touching things in the young master's book."

The Lady in the Red Coffin was in a daze.

Not only did they like to listen, but Li Liuyun, who had always looked down on Zhou Xuan, also wanted to listen more and complained to Awang, "This young master really knows how to keep people in suspense. Every time he gets to the key point, he stops..."

"That's not right, Sister Yun, that's not what you said just now. You said that Mr. Xiao's lectures were a million miles worse than Mr. Feng's. If they were so inferior, why are you so anxious?"

"..."Li Liuyun.

Everyone was jubilant and wanted to encourage Zhou Xuan to continue lecturing. Never mind whether the folding fan was there or not, even if the sky collapsed and a crack appeared on the ground, you had to explain it clearly first - whether Senior Brother Li's knife had hurt Han Li, and what the use of the precious bottle and the droplet was.

The wishes of the crowd turned into infinite power. Zhou Xuan only saw the worn-out "Book of Will" flying out of his Taoist robe and hanging above the desk.

Because the book was so exciting, the audience wanted to continue listening, so they emitted their wishes and transformed into thousands of wisps of smoke, gathering towards the "Book of Will".

The smoke reforges the heavenly book,

The paper of the heavenly book gradually came to life.
This heavenly book was originally created by the Green-Robed Buddha's Book of Cleansing Wrongs. It could not be seen by anyone other than someone with the aura of the Buddha. Now it had been transformed again and had completely become Zhou Xuan's own magic weapon, making it impossible for other people to see it.

At this moment, Zhou Xuan was looking at the brand new heavenly book and thinking about his wish - to repair the monitoring bronze tripod of Mingjiang Mansion.

As this wish continued to grow stronger in Zhou Xuan's heart, the cover of the Heavenly Book was opened as if by an invisible hand, and a line of clear cinnabar handwriting flowed on the page -

——Storyteller Zhou Xuan’s wish is to repair the ancient tree golden bell in Mingjiang Mansion.

"So the name of the tripod is Ancient Tree Golden Bell, which sounds pretty nice."

Zhou Xuan stared at the heavenly book.

On the page of the heavenly book, another line of tiny regular script appeared: The approval of three gods is required.

"We need three. In addition to Peng Sheng and the musician, we also need a god-level one. Who should we find?"

While Zhou Xuan was pondering, he saw a signature appeared on the heavenly book - Huangyuan Prefecture, "bitter ghost"...

(End of this chapter)