Day and night tour

Chapter 59 The Second Incense
After lunch, Zhou Xuan returned to the house, closed his eyes and meditated, putting his mind into the secret realm of Shenqi.

The sound of water splashing on the bow of the boat was not as loud as yesterday. From the sound, we could tell that the speed of the white-sailed boat was slowing down.

Zhou Xuan was still sitting in the cabin, and the paper boatman was holding the leg bone oar, paddling the boat with all his strength.

He looked at the boatman from head to toe, and judging from his figure, he was indeed somewhat similar to himself.

"you are me?"

Zhou Xuan asked aloud, and the question sounded a little awkward.

"No."

The boatman was like a paper man, his tone was almost emotionless, cold and numb, and his speech was slow.

"Then who are you?" Zhou Xuan asked.

"Master, I am your subconscious, and also the second incense stick after your divine revelation!"

The boatman rowed the boat and the noise was not loud.

When Zhou Xuan heard this, he almost subconsciously looked at the first incense stick on the low wooden table in front of him.

The heart incense was originally one foot high, but now with the remaining flame after lighting the incense, it has burned down half an inch.

But visually, the length of the incense is a little longer than when it was first lit.

Zhou Xuan thought of something and turned his head to look back, only to find that it was not that the incense had grown longer, but that the position where he was sitting was closer to the incense.

The visual effect follows the principle of "bigger when closer and smaller when farther away, longer when closer and shorter when farther away". The closer you are to something, the longer it appears.

The closer he was to the incense, the closer he was to the boatman. So, Zhou Xuan understood a little bit...

He estimated the distance between himself and the boatman several times and came to a conclusion - the distance between him and the boatman would be shortened by the proportion of the incense burned.

According to this rule, when the first stick of incense burns out, you and the paper boatman will completely overlap.

When they overlapped, Zhou Xuan's second incense stick was lit.

Zhou Xuan's thoughts became clear, and the boatman seemed to sense it. He suddenly became excited, holding the leg bone pole, opened his arms, and stood on the bow like a human "大" character, like a devout believer, calling out to his faith.
"Master, please let your incense burn brighter, and let me be closer to you, closer and closer. When you overlap with me, please devour me. I will offer you the darkness of the underworld and the new life after death!"

Two incense sticks in the secret realm, the opportunity arrived ahead of schedule.

Zhou Xuan made up his mind to put the matter of collecting incense offerings on the agenda as soon as possible.

Once you have enough incense sticks, you will be promoted to the second incense stick immediately!
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Storytellers earn popularity by performing their stories on stage. The more audiences come to listen to their stories and the more they like them, the more popularity they earn.

The Zhou family troupe had a ready-made audience. There was no need to gather them deliberately. All they had to do was use a loud speaker to shout in the yard and people would come. This was the young troupe’s first storytelling show, so how could they not give them this honor?
Zhou Xuan planned to set up a stage in the Zhou family class to give lectures.'

But, what should I talk about?
First of all, the old storytelling is not good.

If an old storyteller wants to tell a good story, he must have a solid foundation in storytelling. There is almost no shortcut to this skill, and it is the result of repeated practice and hard work.

Even with Yuan Buyu's personal guidance, it would be difficult to make a breakthrough in a short period of time.

If the old storytelling is not good enough, just write your own Liangzi. If your skills are not good enough, you can use Liangzi to make up for it.

There are also some requirements for the beams of the books I write.

For example, the book "Lush Mountain Love" written by Shu Liangzi a few days ago is definitely not for acting. It is a love movie and a bit petty bourgeois.

The senior brothers and masters in the troupe are financially well-off and may be able to listen to what they say, but the largest proportion of people in the Zhou family troupe are apprentices.

They practice martial arts and do odd jobs every day. The work intensity is very high. At night, their bodies are very tired. We need to play some petty bourgeois things for them to listen to so that they can hear snoring.

They need to hear something exciting.

"White Eyebrow Hero."

Zhou Xuan has a book dispute.
"The White-Eyebrowed Hero" is a novel written by the famous storyteller Shan Tianfang. It was also recorded as a storytelling book and adapted into a TV series. Zhou Xuan loved reading it when he was a child. After he grew up, he took it out and rewatched it many times and found it very familiar.

The fighting scenes in this book are exciting and the characters are memorable. Just hearing the nicknames such as "the deaf and dumb" and "the four kings of wine, sex, money and anger" is exciting enough.

"this one."

Zhou Xuan took out a pen and paper and started writing...

……

Before he knew it, it was already dusk. Zhou Xuan had written two and a half episodes of Liangzi, which was a little far from his goal of four episodes, but he was already dizzy. He needed to change his mind.

The weather was hot, and Zhou Xuan was shirtless in the house. He put on his shirt, put the wake-up stick in his pocket, tucked his folding fan into his sleeve, and left the house.

The clouds were as blazing as fire. Zhou Xuan was in a good mood. He walked casually in the yard, waving his hands as he went, just like an old man practicing boxing in the park, feeling very relaxed.

"Xuanzi."

Hearing someone calling him, Zhou Xuan turned around and saw Yu Zhengyuan and three apprentices from the opera troupe.

"Big Brother, where are you going?"

"Let's go eat."

"If you don't eat in the cafeteria, Old Yuan will scold you to death!" Zhou Xuan said with a smile.

"Old Yuan can't scold us. The water supply was cut off at two o'clock and it has been cut until now. The canteen can't cook."

Yu Zhengyuan said.

The tap water penetration rate in Pingshui Prefecture is acceptable, but the water pipes are prone to failure, most frequently in winter, when the pipes are often frozen and cracked, and the water company posts "water outage notices" in every household every now and then.

There are more than 100 people in the Zhou family, but there are only two wells. When there is a water outage, the ladies in the laundry room occupy the wells, and the guys in the cafeteria will be scolded if they go to fetch a bucket of water.

There is no other way. So many people are practicing and singing, sweating profusely, and the dirty clothes they take off have to be washed by the old ladies. If they are delayed for two or three hours, they have to work overtime. Who can stand washing clothes day and night?

After Zhou Lingyi took over the class, he made a rule that whenever there was a water outage, they would go out to eat. Apprentices would get 80 cents for meals, while the master and senior brothers would get 1.6 yuan.

"Big Brother, what are you going to eat with the 1.6 yuan?" Zhou Xuan asked.

"Hot-fried buns or mixed noodles, it depends on my mood when I get there."

Yu Zhengyuan gave Zhou Xuan a cigarette and said, "Would you like to eat together?"

"eat!"

Zhou Xuan lit a cigarette and followed Yu Zhengyuan and his three apprentices out of the Zhou family's door.

Go out, cross a small road, turn right and walk straight for about five or six hundred meters, and you will reach Cotton Street, a famous food street in this area. There are no big restaurants, but small restaurants and dim sum stalls are crowded on the street.

Yu Zhengyuan took his three disciples to buy steamed buns and eat noodles with soybean sauce, while Zhou Xuan went to the ice drink stall.

The weather was hot and he wanted to drink some iced sour plum soup.

The stall owner took a clean glass, scooped a full cup, and handed it to Zhou Xuan: "15 cents."

After handing over the banknotes, Zhou Xuan took the cup and drank from it while standing beside the stall - the glass belonged to the stall owner and he could not take it away.

Zhou Xuan first took a big sip, the taste was sour, sweet and a little icy, flowing down his throat, most of the fatigue in his body was dissipated.

He took a break to let the cold cool down before taking his second sip. Then he lifted the cup and the white noise started.

"Sha~Sha~Sha"

Now Zhou Xuan knows that white noise is also a part of his psychic characteristics. As the side effects of psychic communication have become smaller in the past two days, the white noise is not so annoying anymore.

"Duh, duh, duh."

After a burst of white noise, Zhou Xuan heard footsteps coming from behind him.

He slowly lowered his head and looked behind him, and saw a table on the side of the road. Three men were eating beef noodles around the table.

Among them, there was a man who was eating the most attentively. He pinched a garlic between the index finger and thumb of his left hand, held the bowl in the palms of his left and right hands, ate a bite of garlic and then drank a sip of soup. He looked like he was eating with relish.

But Zhou Xuan knew that "enjoying the food" was just a disguise. Although this man looked kind, his inner face could not be hidden.

Zhou Xuan saw the man's face - he looked ferocious, with blood splattered all over the left half of his face.

He looked ferocious and followed him, and even responded to the white noise. This man must be a sinister person among the kidnappers.

"The kidnapper is following me?!"

Zhou Xuan drank the sour plum soup in one gulp, bought a pancake, and without waiting for Yu Zhengyuan and the others, he set out alone to return to the Zhou family troupe.

The "dudududu" footsteps in his ears never stopped, and he had a strong sense of distance, always staying about ten meters away from Zhou Xuan, not too close, not too far...

(End of this chapter)