Day and night tour

Chapter 115 Pig Raising Plan
The well lamp was waiting for the response from the person in the coffin.

There was no movement in the coffin.
The sound of incense sticks burning in the house was clearly heard by Jingdeng because the house was too quiet.

Time passed minute by minute, and Jing Deng could no longer hold back, but she had to wait.

at last,

The man in the coffin spoke.

"Did the talisman on your hand move?"

"No." said Jingdeng.

"Then his deduction was only put on Zhang Yihua's head, not your head."

"But Zhang Yihua has been dead for many days." Jing Deng said: "His deduction cannot be applied to a person who has been dead for many days, so, I guess..."

"No need to guess." The man in the coffin said, "Ren Ao's deduction only extends to Zhang Yihua.

Remember, Zhang Yihua is Zhang Yihua, and you are Old Lady Yu. Although you are one person in a sense... you are not. "

Jingdeng understood what the person in the coffin said.

When she and Zhang Yihua climbed out of the blood well together, they were no longer alone.

"Miss, I mean, what if, what if that Bai Yang really deduces it to me? Are you going to ignore him?
I'm afraid he will keep on deducing and then deduce it to you! Why don't we take the initiative and strike first?" Jing Deng was still a little worried.

"Ignore him for now, unless he comes up with a more powerful codeword that points directly at you, Old Madam Yu, then he will prove to be threatening enough... You know the current situation well, any unnecessary move will be dangerous."

The person in the coffin gave the final instructions, asking Jingdeng to wait and see and not to show up in a hurry.

After receiving instructions, Jingdeng began to tell the person in the coffin about the recent situation outside.

"Miss, Ren'ao is dead. According to my information, it and Zhou Xuan almost perished together. But that bastard Young Master somehow survived and unexpectedly became a Great Nuo. This is not an ordinary Great Nuo. I heard that he has the scent of the Nuo God."

"How many incense sticks does he have?"

"One incense stick... two at most, plus he has the diary he took out from the blood well..." said Jingdeng.

"Then we need to re-evaluate the importance of Zhou Xuan and temporarily ease our relationship with him."

"Easy?" Jing Deng was furious and said, "He was one of the murderers who killed Zhang Yihua!"

"At best, Zhang Yihua is just one of your clones. The overall situation is more important."

The man in the coffin reminded Jingdeng: “Ren’ao taught us through his deduction that the descendants of Nuo gods can be free from too many restrictions of the Blood Well.

But now Zhou Xuan already has the flavor of a true Nuo God, but the level of his incense is too low, and the flavor is too weak. As time goes by, his incense level increases, and the flavor of Nuo God on him becomes more and more full.

At that time, he might be the key to open the blood well!"

Jingdeng lowered his head and asked tentatively: "Then what should we do?"

"Find someone to get close to him, gain his trust, and then protect him secretly until his incense grows..."

"Fatten the pig before killing it?" Jing Deng asked, "Then why not just imprison him and let him practice in the cell? We have a lot of experience in doing this kind of thing."

"Others can, but Zhou Xuan can't."

The man in the coffin said: "There is a very special person in the Zhou family."

"Zhou Lingyi?"

"The ancestral tree."

The man in the coffin said: "If he was the Zhou Xuan who had never worshipped the hall before, he wouldn't have to worry about the ancestral tree, but now Zhou Xuan has the scent of Nuo God, and the connection between the ancestral tree and him will be very strong. No matter where you imprison Zhou Xuan, the ancestral tree will wake up and find him!
Go, get close to Zhou Xuan, protect Zhou Xuan's growth, and then kill Zhou Xuan!"

"Understood, raising pigs!"

Jingdeng bowed towards the coffin and quietly left the room.

……

Zhou Xuan's train ticket to Mingjiang Prefecture has been booked.

In order to see Zhou Xuan off, Zhou Lingyi gathered five senior brothers and invited two tables of wine in the inner courtyard.

"Disciple, I want to go to Mingjiang Mansion too."

Yuan Buyu was a little depressed.

"Master, I also want you to go with me, but your current mental state..."

Yuan Buyu woke up in Zhou Xuan's room in the morning, then went back to his room and continued to sleep. This sleep lasted for the whole day.

When the banquet was about to start in the evening, Zhou Xuan went into the room and finally woke him up after much persuasion.

"Mingjiang Prefecture is quite far away, and the journey is exhausting. I'm afraid you can't handle it."

Zhou Xuan said with a smile.

"I can handle it. I can handle it."

Yuan Buyu leaned close to Zhou Xuan's ear and said, "I heard from Lu Kunming that after you go to Mingjiang Mansion, you will have to kill a four-stick incense stick. Your incense level is not high enough, can you do it?"

Zhou Xuan said, "Brother Lu also has four incense sticks, and I still have two. If we work together, it won't be difficult to kill him. If you really can't do it, I'll call you and we'll get someone."

Yuan Buyu thought for a moment and said, "If you run into trouble, you must call me and Master will go to Mingjiang Mansion to help you vent your anger."

"definitely."

Zhou Xuan advised again: "Just take a nap at home and keep the incense stable. I will bring you a gift when I have time in Mingjiang Mansion."

"to make."

Yuan Buyu drank a glass of wine and started to feel dizzy again.

At the dinner table, Zhou Lingyi didn't tell Zhou Xuan much about the ways of wandering around the world. What he said most was that when he went to Mingjiang Mansion, he shouldn't be afraid to spend money, and if he ran out of money, he should call the Zhou Clan.

"Just bring 6,000 yuan with you. I'm afraid it's not enough. Go ask the accountant for more."

"Enough." Zhou Xuan paid the money according to two months' time.

His monthly salary from the Zhou family was 3,000 yuan, and he took out 6,000 yuan.

"Hey, why don't you drink? What are you whispering about?" Zhou Xuan was chatting animatedly with his master sister, but he found that the other five brothers only raised their glasses occasionally, and the rest of the time, they were whispering, and no one knew what they were talking about.

"Nothing... nothing." Yu Zhengyuan held up a glass of wine and said, "Xuan Zi, you will go to Mingjiang Mansion tomorrow. As a farewell gesture and to thank you for making Zhou's business flourish, my elder brother wrote a poem for you to express his gratitude."

“……”Zhou Xuan.

……

They drank until seven o'clock, and Zhou Xuan left the table first. His article "The Water Seller" had been published in the newspaper, and the newspaper contained the code link he had placed on the well lamp.

The link time is 7:10 p.m., and the link password is "Finished manuscript at Yu Xueyuan Mansion".

He sat at the head of the bed, fanning himself with a wooden fan, and had a dream.

In the dream, Zhou Xuan portrayed himself as "a young scholar wearing a suit and gold-rimmed glasses", and the environment was an old wooden house.

At the same time, in order to conceal his voice, Zhou Xuan took a folding fan and used the method of changing his voice to a more neutral one.

After finishing the preparations, Zhou Xuan took a short break. When the pointer pointed to the agreed time, he silently chanted the link code: "Finished the manuscript at Yu Xueyuan Mansion, finished the manuscript at Yu Xueyuan Mansion..."

I recited it every fifteen seconds for two minutes, but there was no response.

Then he recited it once every half minute for another ten minutes, but there was still no response.

“Did Jing Deng not see my news, or did she see it but chose not to contact me first?”

Zhou Xuan felt that the latter was more likely.

When fishing, you need to be patient.

"I've gone to Mingjiang Mansion. I'll continue publishing articles after I'm settled. I'll contact her sooner or later."

……

After Zhou Xuan came to Jingguo, he had never dressed so formally before. He wore a white suit, white pants, a white top hat, and a wicker suitcase at his feet.

"Sister, I'm going to the train station." Zhou Xuan sat on a bamboo chair next to the ancestral tree and said a brief goodbye to Zhou Lingyi.

Yuan Buyu was also there. He tried to stay awake and not fall asleep.

"Be careful on the road." Zhou Lingyi stood up, straightened Zhou Xuan's collar, and said, "Go, the brothers are waiting for you."

"Aren't they out at work?"

"They have arranged to take you to the train..."

Before Zhou Lingyi finished speaking, she heard Yu Zhengyuan shouting from a distance: "Xuan Zi, get in the car."

Zhou Xuan looked in the direction of the voice and saw Yu Zhengyuan pulling a rickshaw, which was parked in front of the Zhou family's entrance, waiting for him.

“Then I’ll go first.

Master, I am leaving now."

Zhou Xuan picked up the wicker box, raised his hat, said hello to Zhou Lingyi and Yuan Buyu, and walked towards Yu Zhengyuan.

Looking at Zhou Xuan's departing back, Zhou Lingyi smiled and took a sip of tea.

Yuan Buyu said: "My disciple's trip to Mingjiang Mansion this time is like entering a tiger's den!"

"Don't worry, Mr. Yuan, I have arranged it."

In fact, Zhou Lingyi was not too confident in Zhou Xuan. She just kept her worries to herself and buried them in every move she made.

"I have already greeted Xia Jin from the Mingjiang Prefecture's Youshen Division."

Xia Jin is now the Xiao-slaying God of Mingjiang Prefecture. With him secretly protecting Zhou Xuan, Zhou Lingyi can rest assured.

"Can Xia Jin be trusted?"

"We have a life-and-death friendship, so I can trust him. But I'm afraid relying solely on Xia Jin won't work. He's already busy with official duties. If I want to protect my brother, I have to rely mainly on my family." Zhou Lingyi said.

"Who?" Yuan Buyu asked.

"The ancestral tree."

Zhou Lingyi looked at the lush ancestral tree and said, "My brother is extraordinary now. With the hand of Nuo God, the connection between him and the ancestral tree is extremely strong. If anything happens to him, the ancestral tree will use its power."

"The ancestral tree is sleepier than me. Can we count on it?"

"When the Lantern Bride came in, didn't the Ancestral Tree show signs of waking up?"

Zhou Lingyi said.

Yuan Buyu pondered over it and immediately breathed a sigh of relief. He was in a much more relaxed mood and chatted with Zhou Lingyi, saying, "My disciple has two secret realms, one is the Divine Revelation and the other is the Blood Well. Now the two secret realms have already merged.

By the way, do you think the other Blood Well spiritualists can integrate the divine revelation with the Blood Well?"

"I personally think that it is impossible! The reason why my brother's divine revelation and the blood well can merge is because he practices Nuo. Nuo is the only god who has not truly died. Only the secret realm of a true god can suppress the blood well.

I think that among the Blood Well spiritualists, my younger brother is the only one who has achieved the fusion of two secret realms."

Yuan Buyu also felt that what Zhou Lingyi said made sense, and asked, "In the earliest years, the gods were called day wandering gods, and the ghosts were called night wandering gods. The apprentice practiced Nuo, and the blood well was a strange ghost! The blood well and Nuo gradually merged together, how should he calculate it?"

"My younger brother is a wandering god day and night!"

Zhou Lingyi thought about it, shook his head and said, "It's just that my brother's incense is not yet mature. If he cultivates to a higher level, then he will be a real wandering god day and night!"

The two smiled at each other and stopped talking.

Yuan Buyu felt sleepy again, so he lay down on the recliner, covered himself with a blanket, and fell into a deep sleep.

Zhou Lingyi closed her eyes and rested.

A branch of the ancestral tree grew wildly like a green vine, swam towards Zhou Lingyi's right hand and entangled her wrist.

at the same time,

On the trunk of the ancestral tree, the thousands of eyes painted with cow's blood, dog's blood, snake's blood, and fox's blood blinked gently.

In Zhou Lingyi's mind, an image of a rickshaw emerged, with Zhou Xuan sitting in it and Yu Zhengyuan pulling the rickshaw...

(End of this chapter)