Day and night tour

Chapter 88: The Dragon's Third Turn
Ren Ao deduced from his tortoise shell that it was the inspection of the Youshensi, and quickly urged Ji Wa to climb into the well.

Corpse oil mixed with blood is an effective means of concealing one's breath. In addition, human Ao also has the means to conceal his breath, so the breath cannot be revealed at all.

Over the years, he has been soaking in this well of blood every day. Except for eating and taking necessary actions, he hardly dares to leave.

A bright red lantern floated in the night sky. When it passed by the bamboo forest behind the mountain, it did not stop and continued to go away.

When the lanterns were far away, Ren Ao finally emerged from the well and cursed, "Without the thing in Zhou Xuan's hand, I'd be as cowardly as a turtle egg!"

Then he transferred his anger to Zhou Xuan: "You wandering soul who can't deduce your past and present lives, if you fall into my hands, I will make your soul fly away."

……

At noon, the sun shines brightly.

A man with a round belly walked into the Zhou family compound, and was greeted by Yu Zhengyuan.

"Butler Huang, today is Lady Lotus' birthday. Please wish her good luck on my behalf."

"Easy to say."

The man was Huang Tianfeng, the butler of the yellow-skinned man. He took out a festive red invitation and handed it to Yu Zhengyuan: "At 3:45 pm, the Huang family's sedan chair will come to pick up the storyteller. Please pass it to the gentleman."

"It will definitely be delivered. The Zhou family will be waiting for you in advance."

Yu Zhengyuan accepted the post and bowed to Huang Tianfeng.

After seeing Huang Tianfeng off, Yu Zhengyuan took the invitation and went to find Zhou Xuan, who was just about to go out.

"Xuan Zi, the Huang family's invitation has been delivered. The time is set at 3:45 pm."

"What time is it at 3:30 pm?" Zhou Xuan was not very sensitive to time.

Yu Zhengyuan is quite sensitive. Some clients who hire funeral teams like to use time to arrange the time.

"It's 5:45 in the afternoon. We can go to the door ten minutes earlier."

"It's still early. My sister sent someone to look for me, so I'll go there." Zhou Xuan walked into the yard.

Yu Zhengyuan shouted from behind, "Xuan Zi, please remember the time."

"Remember it firmly."

Zhou Xuan raised his hand to show that he understood.

……

Zhou Xuan arrived at Zhou Ling's clothing store and knocked on the door.

"Come in."

After opening the door, Zhou Xuan found Xu Li there, so he greeted her: "Sister, sister-in-law."

"I've been waiting for you for a long time. You're finally here." Xu Li cracked melon seeds with a smile.

Zhou Lingyi picked up the red coat spread on the bed and helped Zhou Xuan put it on: "Try it on to see if it fits."

"I'll do it myself." Zhou Xuan was more used to dressing himself, but Zhou Lingyi refused to let him, saying, "To be honest, today is only your first day on stage to give a lecture. According to the rules of our troupe, when the younger brother goes on stage, the older sister has to help him put on his costume."

Zhou Xuan stretched out his arms, at least this way it would be easier for his sister to help him put on his gown.

Xu Li praised Zhou Lingyi on the side: "Xuan Zi, since you agreed to give a birthday talk to Huang Tianfeng, the troupe owner asked a clerk to come to the troupe to measure your size, and then went to Liao Ji Tailor Shop to order the gown. The business of that shop is extremely good. For ordinary custom-made clothes, you are lucky to get the finished clothes in a month. The troupe owner paid three times the price and asked Lao Liao to cut in line. In less than three days, he got the finished clothes."

"Thank you, sister." Zhou Xuan felt that the coat was warm.

After putting on the clothes, Zhou Lingyi looked at him from a distance, nodded and said, "Good clothes make my brother look more handsome, sister-in-law, take a look?"

"Do you still need to look? With Xuanzi's figure, it's hard to find someone like him even in Pingshui Prefecture." Xu Li also praised.

Zhou Xuan couldn't help but feel proud of himself, so he stood in front of the dressing mirror and looked at himself. His sister had excellent taste, and the gowns from good tailor shops were indeed well-fitting.

"It fits, it fits." Zhou Xuan smiled and was about to take off his new gown and put it on again when the time came.

"Don't take it off, don't take it off. Wear it and walk around for a while so that the clothes will fit more neatly." Zhou Lingyi advised.

"Hey." Zhou Xuan followed the advice and went to find Yuan Buyu wearing his gown.

……

As soon as Zhou Xuan stood at the kitchen door, he was teased by Yuan Buyu.

"Oh, isn't this my apprentice? Today he is dressed up like a butterfly, elegant and graceful! Look at your figure. When you stop, you are a butterfly flower, and when you move, you are a colorful butterfly..."

Yuan Buyu started to show off his cuteness to Zhou Xuan.

"Old Yuan, be serious. Why are you using the same words you use to praise girls to praise me? Come, I have something to talk to you about." Zhou Xuan waved at Yuan Buyu.

"You can't come in to talk to me about something?"

"No."

"What happened? Did the dog in the kitchen bite you?"

"Don't get the new coat my sister made for me dirty in the kitchen."

"..." Yuan said nothing.

After taking off his coat, Yuan Buyu went outside the kitchen door and asked, "What do you want from me? Have you figured out the trick of the eighth incense stick?"

"No, I just want to ask, can you teach me the voice changing method you used to change my voice last time?"

"I can teach you, but the technique of changing voice with breath is not easy to master. It will take one or two years of practice."

"Is there no quick way?" Zhou Xuan asked.

"Yes, if you only change one voice, you can learn it quickly." Yuan Buyu said.

"Then I want to make my voice hoarser and steadier, what should I do?" Zhou Xuan said.

"Is it Yun Zhaiyue's voice?" Yuan Buyu knew the subject.

"That kind."

"Use perception to move the Qi from here to here." Yuan Buyu first tapped Zhou Xuan's Dantian, then pointed to the lowest part of his throat. Zhou Xuan tried it and found that it really worked. It was not as magnetic as the Yun Zhaiyue voice he had heard before, but it was much better than his own voice.

A new voice and a new gown were ready. At half past five, Zhou Xuan was surrounded by the Zhou family's group, waiting for the Huang family's sedan chair.

Someone shouted, “Here they come, here they come!”

When everyone looked out, they saw a group of yellow-skinned people wearing red coats, playing gongs and drums, marching towards the courtyard of the Zhou family troupe, followed by a large sedan chair carried by eight people.

When he got there, Huang Tianfeng opened the curtain of the sedan chair and said, "Please get in, sir."

As soon as Zhou Xuan sat on it, Huang Tianfeng shouted, "Little guys, swim up."

The eight sedan bearers were not steady at all. They deliberately shook the sedan up and down for the sake of excitement, and trotted towards the outer courtyard of the Zhou family.

"Butler Huang, have you come to the wrong place? That's my home." Zhou Xuan was a little happy.

"That's right. Our sedan chair will circle your yard three times, which is called the Three Turns of the Dragon. We will sing a few more songs for you."

Singing loudly was a small trick used by Pingshui Prefecture to invite storytellers - by shouting loudly in front of the storyteller's home and on the street, "Please invite Mr. So-and-so, the storyteller, to come to such-and-such a house for a gathering", and the neighbors would then know that the storyteller was famous and had been invited by the wealthy families to give lectures.

Simply put, the welcoming team helped the storyteller to keep up appearances, which was originally a brilliant thing, but Zhou Xuan only felt an inexplicable sense of shame.

"Please invite Mr. Zhou Xuan to gather at the Huang Family Lotus Temple."

The Zhou family members followed suit and Xiao Fuzi shouted the happiest: "Young Boss, you are going to be famous today. Come on, Young Boss."

Xu Li grabbed the candies and threw them into the sky, attracting a group of children to grab them. Yu Zhengyuan and other sedan chairs moved to the corner of the dirt field in the outer courtyard, and organized people to set off firecrackers, making it more festive than a holiday.

But Huang Tianfeng, who was riding the corpse, stuck his head out of the man's stomach.

It sniffed carefully and seemed to smell some familiar smell.

The sedan chair travelled three times and then went to the Lotus Temple.

……

The Lotus Temple is of medium size, with about forty banquet tables arranged in the temple courtyard.

The first six tables were occupied by members of the Huang family, all of them yellow-skinned people, big and small, sitting upright in festive clothes.

The sixth table was occupied by the younger generations of the Huang family. They had no interest in the food on the table. They looked towards the door distractedly, waiting for the storyteller they had been longing for.

Lady Lotus was taking a nap in the corner of the yard.

Her body was huge, like a hill, like an extremely fat ball of flesh. She had no hair on her body, only small tumors all over it. If she moved her body slightly, countless tumors would shake.

Almost all tumors have an unformed yellowish face on their surface, which looks hideous.

The only thing left was a tumor on the chest, which was golden and exuded a charming color.

"Mom, Boss Jin is here."

Huang Jiu is the son of Lady Lianhua, but he is much more normal, just a slightly larger yellow-skinned creature.

"Xiao Jinzi is here, please ask him to come over." Lady Lianhua said when she was awakened by her son.

Huang Jiu waved his hand, and a man with a slightly gray beard and wearing a suit kowtowed to Lady Lianhua to wish her a happy birthday.

"Empress, please give me a piece of Buddha's flesh." Boss Jin expressed his wish.

"Ah."

Lady Lotus took the knife handed to her by her son, grabbed a tumor on her body and cut it off with one knife.

There was not much bleeding at the fracture site of the tumor. Boss Jin returned to his seat happily holding the tumor.

"Is it time for the storyteller to arrive?" Lady Lotus asked, putting the knife aside.

"It's almost here..." Huang Jiu said, "The gift is ready. It's a box of small pearls. The quality is not very good."

He used his two front paws to make a bowl to tell Lady Lotus how big the box was.

"Is the pearl full?" asked Lady Lotus.

"Ninety percent full." Huang Jiu responded.

"Just give 20%. 70% will be enough. Life is tight in our temple." After saying this, Lady Lotus dozed off again.

……

Not long after, Zhou Xuan arrived at the Lotus Temple. Huang Jiu greeted him and led him to the Lotus Goddess.

When Zhou Xuan took a quick look at the appearance of Lady Lotus, he secretly sighed that Master Qiu from the opera troupe was right.

But he was generous. He didn't care what the other person looked like. He nodded to Lady Lotus and said in the voice that sounded like the moon when he was sitting in the sedan chair: "Long-lived as the long-flowing water of the East Sea, blessed as the evergreen pines of the South Mountain. Storyteller Zhou Xuan, nice to meet Lady Lotus."

"From your tone, sir, are you also a storyteller who has visited our temple?" asked Lady Lotus.

"Yes."

"Well, look at your demeanor, sir. You are truly extraordinary. Please come to the stage."

When Zhou Xuan came on stage, Lady Lotus said to Huang Jiu, "Let's make it 90% full. This young man who is telling stories is unusual. Just look at his voice. It sounds steady and comfortable."

"In the last chapter, Chixuzi lost his precious axe when he was drunk, and the heroes tracked down Jiuhe Palace..."

Zhou Xuan began to sing "The White-Eyebrowed Hero". The younger members of the Huang family at the sixth table all stretched their necks to listen.

They get into the show quickly because it connects to the plot they have heard before and they are hooked after just two or three sentences.

But the other guests were confused and had no idea what the storyteller was talking about. Zhou Xuan looked around and saw that some of them were impatient, anxious, and some were even angry and wanted to overturn the table.
Fortunately, in a lively drama like "White Eyebrow Hero", the fighting scenes in each episode are exciting. It doesn't matter if the story has no beginning or end, the fighting is enjoyable and it's fun to listen to.

Gradually, the guests also got into the mood, but they were still not as fascinated as the yellow-skinned people at the six tables.

Zhou Xuan was not discouraged. He had set his goal before he came, which was mainly to make Little Yellow Skin and Lady Lotus happy.

In order to make the little yellow boy listen more excitedly, Zhou Xuan actually walked down the stage holding a folding fan and a wake-up stick, still muttering a story.

When he stepped off the stage, the guests were all stunned. They started whispering to each other, wondering where this storyteller came from and why he was so unruly. He hadn't even finished telling the story and was already wandering around?

(End of this chapter)