Day and night tour

Chapter 232: The Past of Huilang River

Mr. Feng no longer had the elegance and grace he once had.

He is the leader of the kidnappers' hall and was once the storyteller of Seven Incense Sticks, but in the final analysis, he is a living person.

As a human being, you have seven emotions and six desires.
When Mr. Feng felt powerless against Zhou Xuan, he began to feel fear.

The thought of escaping has suppressed all other thoughts.

"The wind is strong."

On the Mingjiang Bridge, Mr. Feng, who had fought a life-and-death battle with the painters "Yun Ziliang and Zhao Wuya", turned his head and kicked out, and the surrounding environment changed.

He appeared in front of a muddy river, which was tens of kilometers wide. The night concealed its apricot-yellow waves. The river water washed the soil, bringing out the faint smell of aquatic plants.

This river is the Huangyuan River of Huangyuan Prefecture. Countless miserable ghosts were born in its boundless basin.

A faint thread of bright moonlight floated from who knows how far away, crossed the Huangyuan River, and wrapped around Mr. Feng's wrist without anyone noticing.

Mr. Feng had no time to pay attention to the subtle changes in himself, just like he had no time to appreciate the majesty of the Huangyuan River.

He took another step forward, and the next moment he appeared in Jingchuan Prefecture.

There are many famous mountains in Jingchuan Prefecture, with towering mountains and steep cliffs. Everywhere there are mountain ranges like dragons, lying quietly on the land of Jingchuan.

Mr. Feng stood on the top of Yueshan Mountain, the highest mountain in Jingchuan Prefecture.

"He shouldn't be as fast as me, right?"

Mr. Feng thought to himself.

Jing Country has not left the realm of day travel for many years. Even among the twenty-four gods above the sky, there are only a few who can travel by day.

Few people have reached the state of day travel, and naturally not many have seen the state of day travel. Mr. Feng knows very little about the speed of day travel.

He didn't know the speed of Zhou Xuan's soul's daily travel, so he could only rely on his own guesswork and use his extreme speed repeatedly to cross several states to avoid Zhou Xuan.

"If you cross one more prefecture, you can save your life."

Mr. Feng took another step forward, and before his figure disappeared, another white silk thread wrapped around his left ankle.

……

White snow is the main theme of Xueyuan Mansion.
There are many snow-capped mountains in the city, which never melt all year round.
Standing on the famous Zhuanlun Snow Mountain in Xueyuan Prefecture, Mr. Feng finally felt safe.

"Zhou Xuan, I really underestimated you."

Mr. Feng always underestimated his enemies because of his personality, but he had never suffered the consequences of underestimating his enemies.
Assassinations went smoothly time and time again, and gradually he developed an illusion that there were no barriers in the world, which meant he was invincible.

At the extreme speed of heaven and earth, it is easier for Mr. Feng to kill someone than to smoke.

But this time - he paid a heavy price for underestimating the enemy.

"Mr. Feng, why don't you continue running?"

Zhou Xuan's voice was colder than the snow in Snow Mountain Mansion.
Mr. Feng couldn't help but shiver. He turned his head again and was about to take a step and walk towards another provincial capital.

The two white silk threads worked and entangled him.

"How come you're faster than me?"

"It's not that I'm faster than you, it's that you're slower."

Zhou Xuan's figure suddenly appeared in the sky of Xueyuan Mansion, revealing the soul of a giant, like a towering snow mountain.

Behind him, there was a bright white moon, illuminating the snow-capped mountains.

"Mr. Feng, I'm afraid you won't be able to leave if you continue."

Zhou Xuan raised his hands to the sky, and the moon behind him slowly rose until it was just above the height of his hands.

The moon seemed to be held up by his hands.

"The bright moon has the power to limit your speed."

Zhou Xuan’s mind was connected with the bright moon, and that round moon exuded an astonishing charm.

The moon flickered, sometimes emitting dazzling white light, and sometimes turning gray.

As if breathing.

With each breath, many extremely fine yet intricate lines appeared in the moon disk.

The lines turned into thousands of lines, cascading towards Mr. Feng, entangled Mr. Feng who wanted to cross again.

Mr. Feng's hands, feet, and body were all wrapped in moon silk. He was still running, much faster than a normal person, but that was all.

The knee-deep snow was trampled into deep pits by the embarrassed Mr. Feng. The silk thread of the Moon Disk became a swamp, making every step Mr. Feng took seem very difficult.

"Mr. Feng, if I were you, I would not run away. No matter how much you run, you can never outrun this bright moon of mine."

Zhou Xuan's giant soul, with one hand high and one low, held Mingyue and pushed forward.

Pushed by Zhou Xuan, the huge Mingyue wheel turned rapidly and rolled towards Mr. Feng.

Mr. Feng ran very hard, but he was too slow and Mingyue was too fast. In a flash, she crashed into his body.

When man and the moon collided, the moon broke apart first. After all, it was not the real moon, but the reflection of the moon in the bright river.

"Snapped!"

It was like a sharp awl was chiseling fiercely at the center of the bright moon, and a large number of cracks quickly spread all over the moon.

Then, it collapsed uncontrollably, and the fragments of the bright moon flew into the air one after another. Thousands of fragments formed a cage.

There are naturally gaps between the fragments, but they are filled by an invisible force.

"Mr. Feng, are you satisfied with this prison?"

Zhou Xuan walked up to Mr. Feng and punched him.

Mr. Feng is in good health.

After all, he was once Seven Incense Sticks, and his body was also at the level of Seven Incense Sticks. Zhou Xuan was in a state of spirit at this time. Even if Riyou could touch reality, it could not add terrifying explosive power to him.

"Hahaha."

Mr. Feng burst into laughter. He didn't expect that reality could be so darkly humorous.

He went to Huangyuan Prefecture from Mingjiang Prefecture with great effort, then went to Jingchuan from Huangyuan, and finally escaped to Lunzhuan Snow Mountain, just to avoid Zhou Xuan and the painter.

But now, the painter was nowhere to be found, and although Zhou Xuan had caught him, he was unable to harm him.

"God will not abandon me."

Mr. Feng looked down on Zhou Xuan and walked forward. He wanted to use his body to break open Mingyue's cage. Even if his bones were broken or his legs were crippled, he would leave here.

Zhou Xuan posed no threat to him, but the painter did.

He wants to escape as quickly as possible.

"Mr. Feng, there was a drought in Huilang River more than 30 years ago, right? Shiweitian was born during that drought."

"Bang, bang!"

Mr. Feng banged the cage and responded to Zhou Xuan's words: "That drought was the dirty business of the gods and the unprovoked disaster of the Corridor River. I want revenge, revenge on the gods.
No matter how much it costs, I will do it. "

Zhou Xuan was not willing to delve into the topic of "God's business" and instead asked, "Back then, as a storyteller, you secluded yourself for five years in order to advance from six incense sticks to seven incense sticks. The drought occurred in the third year of your seclusion. When you came out of seclusion and successfully entered the seventh incense sticks, you received shocking news. Your family all died in that drought, right?"

What he said came from the dream in which Yuan Buyu taught him to restrain Mr. Feng.

"It's not just my family. All 462 people in Fengjiazhuang died in the drought.
Some people starved to death.

Some people were so hungry that they ate the others and were beaten to death.

Some were sold to be slaves, prostitutes, or even made into magical instruments.
How can you describe the thousands of miles of starving people everywhere with just a few words? "

Mr. Feng didn't know why Zhou Xuan asked this, but since they were talking about the Corridor River back then, he couldn't suppress his desire to express himself.

"Because your family members and villagers were starved to death or killed by kidnappers, you formed a kidnapper gang and vented the tragic events that happened in Fengjiazhuang and Huilang River on the people of Mingjiang Prefecture?"

"If you think so, then you underestimate me. The business of the gods in Mingjiang Mansion has harmed Huilang River. I want revenge on the gods."

"Just relying on your human power? You can't even kill me, how can you kill the gods above the sky?"

"Only those with high incense are worthy of revenge?"

Mr. Feng suddenly stopped hitting the cage, looked up at the sky, and said, "Mortals are the most powerful force in Jing Country. I will fight the gods with the lives of tens of millions of people in Mingjiang Prefecture."

Zhou Xuan frowned deeply when he heard this. This conversation made him keenly aware that Mr. Feng seemed to have a big plan.

"You want to use the lives of tens of millions of people in Mingjiang Prefecture to fight against the gods? Do you have the intention to destroy Mingjiang Prefecture?"

Zhou Xuan asked.

Mr. Feng did not respond. He had knocked the Mingyue Prison down to the point where only a thin layer was left. If he knocked it a few more times, he would be able to escape and travel across the palace again at the fastest speed in the world.

As for Zhou Xuan's wandering soul, just follow it. It can't hurt him anyway.

Mr. Feng didn't believe that Zhou Xuan could travel all day and chase him to the ends of the earth.

"You want to destroy Mingjiang Mansion?"

Zhou Xuan asked again.

"The kidnapper's 30-year plan is almost successful. Not only am I planning it, but that lady is also planning it."

"The young lady you are talking about is the owner of the evil god in Mingjiang Mansion?"

Zhou Xuan asked.

"Why ask so much? Zhou Xuan, you can't save Mingjiang Mansion, just like you can't trap me..."

"Just like more than 30 years ago, you couldn't save your family and the villagers?"

When Mr. Feng heard this, he became furious. He turned around and glared at Zhou Xuan. But when he saw a hint of pity in Zhou Xuan's eyes, his anger suddenly disappeared.

"You're not laughing at me?"

Mr. Feng asked.

"Of course not, I just want to remind you." Zhou Xuan put his hands behind his back, like a storyteller on stage, and said: "Mr. Feng, when I was pursuing you, my master taught me a dream. He said that this dream can restrain you.

This dream is to take you back to Huilang River more than 30 years ago to see clearly how your family and villagers died tragically - you can't get out of this dream. "

Mr. Feng was so angry that his teeth gritted. He could not imagine that Yuan Buyu, his playmate since childhood, would come up with such a vicious plan for Zhou Xuan.

"Junior brother, I taught you all your skills, how dare you treat me like this?"

"Don't be in a hurry to scold my master. On the way to chasing you, I figured it out. My master is very good to me. I can't bear to let him bear the blame. So, I don't plan to use the dream that my master taught me.

I will use my own dreams to ask you, the senior storyteller, for some advice.”

Zhou Xuan said frankly that he knew Yuan Buyu's dream would definitely trap Mr. Suofeng.
But he also knew that once he used this dream to deal with Mr. Feng, his master would probably never sleep well for the rest of his life.

"There is an old ritual in the storytelling world, called the thank-you letter to the teacher. After becoming an apprentice, the apprentice and the teacher tell a story together. The teacher will see if the apprentice is attentive, and the apprentice will see if the teacher has any hidden ideas.
Today, Master cannot fight alongside me, but I want to use you as a stage to write a thank-you letter to my Master and dream a big dream. "

"Just relying on your insignificant storyteller's skills?"

"How can you say that? From a certain perspective, I am the storyteller of Nine Incense Sticks." Zhou Xuan smiled and said, "If a piece of writing has no title, it will not go far. This is an old saying of storytellers. I will use the storyteller's dream to give a title to the dream I have for you, and call it "Unforeseen Disaster"..."

After he finished speaking, he made a wooden striking motion...

……

As his soul moved, Zhou Xuan's body, thousands of miles away, also made the same movement and struck the wake-up stick.

Yuan Buyu, whose figure had become extremely dim, saw Zhou Xuan knocking on the wake-up stick and knew that he was going to give Feng Moyan a dream.

"Brother, I'm really sorry..."

Yuan Buyu fell into extreme pain. If it wasn't for Zhou Xuan, he wouldn't have come up with such a vicious plan against Feng Moyan.

"I only have this one disciple, and I can't just watch you kill him."

"Everyone is subject to unexpected disasters. Some are destined, while others are intentional.

Mr. Feng, take a look at the misfortunes that your kidnapper gang has caused."

There was no soul in Zhou Xuan's body at this time, but when he was telling the story of his life dream, his body mechanically and numbly told the dream that Zhou Xuan had imagined.

Yuan Buyu heard the content of Zhou Xuan's dream.

"Isn't the dream that the apprentice used the one I taught him?"

He was a little surprised, but he soon figured it out - Zhou Xuan didn't want him to live in guilt from now on, so he changed the dream to another one.

If the apprentice can do this, there is no reason for the master not to be happy.

"It is a blessing for me, Old Yuan, to have such a disciple in my later years."

Yuan Buyu thought of Zhou Xuan and his former apprentice. He felt his eyes moisten and buried his face in his sleeves...

……

Zhou Xuansheng dreamed, using the storyteller’s ninth level method – the Lord of Dreams.

He saw clearly in the dance hall that Mr. Feng was able to easily break free from Yuan Buyu's dream because of his familiarity with the storyteller's methods.

"Master's method was taught by Mr. Feng, so he was able to see through it. However, my ninth level method was not taught by Master, so Mr. Feng should not be able to see through it."

Zhou Xuan transformed himself into a dream and pulled Mr. Feng into the dream.

But the strange thing is that the dream that Zhou Xuan conceived could not be built. The dream framework was still there, but the content of the dream was not. "

"Nuo has nine halls, and each hall can practice nine kinds of skills. It's a pity that your storyteller's skills are still not enough.

If I don’t want to enter your dream, I don’t have to. No matter how high the level of your dream is, what does it matter?” Mr. Feng looked around in the empty dream.

Although the dream had a restraint on him, it was ineffective after all.

If Mr. Feng finds a flaw in an ineffective dream, he can easily shatter it.

"Your dream is very different from your master's." Mr. Feng said.

Zhou Xuan ignored him and instead was savoring what Mr. Feng said - I don't want to enter your dream, no matter how high the level of the dream is.
"Don't want to sleep? How can I make him sleep peacefully?"

Zhou Xuan suddenly remembered the poisonous dream that Yuan Buyu taught him. Why could that dream lock up Mr. Feng?

Because in the dream, there were Mr. Feng’s family and villagers that he was obsessed with.

Apart from his family and fellow villagers, what does Mr. Feng care about?
"Revenge on the gods! Let the gods enter his dreams."

Zhou Xuan thought of this and struck the wake-up stick again, changing the dream...

Mr. Feng despised Zhou Xuansheng's dream, but the dream suddenly changed. In the empty dream, the voice of Peng Hou was heard.

Peng Hou's voice seemed to have a kind of magic that tempted Mr. Feng. At first, he resisted forcefully, but after Peng Hou's voice continued to be heard, he became a gambler who was eager to go to the casino to make up his losses, and entered Zhou Xuan's dream without hesitation.

After falling asleep on his own, Mr. Feng saw the scene of Peng Hou and the three-headed stone Buddha massacring Pengjia Town.

"The god level is indeed not a good thing." He said viciously.

But at this moment,
Zhou Xuan's voice entered the dream: "Among the gods, there are probably not many who are clean, but Mr. Feng, have you seen how Peach Blossom Witch avenged the gods?"

The scene continues.

Peng Sheng led his people in resistance, using twenty-four maps of gods to fight to the death against Peng Hou's map of heavenly ghosts, and they fought until the last moment.

"We are the same kind, suffering from the same disease and sympathizing with each other."

When Mr. Feng saw Peng Sheng died in the battle, his heart was filled with pride and he was so excited that he couldn't help but shed tears.

"You are insulting Peach Blossom Witch!"

Zhou Xuan's voice echoed in the dream: "The gods are your and Peng Sheng's enemies, but think about what Taohua Wu did... He led the entire clan to fight to the death with Tattooed Peng Hou,
And you,
He created a gang of kidnappers that was hated by everyone and everyone, and he wanted to take revenge indirectly?

The strong wield the sword against the stronger, and the weak wield the sword against the weaker.

If you formed a gang and declared war on the gods directly, I would still respect you as a man, but how many families have been destroyed by your gang?"

Zhou Xuan struck the wake-up stick again, changing the dream again and making the dream level deeper.

Under the multiple layers of dreams, Mr. Feng's mind was controlled by the dreams and there was no possibility of escape.

Mr. Feng saw the scene in his dream change again.

He saw the kidnapper's dog king holding a dog skin and covering a stranger with it, turning the stranger into a dog.

He saw a lusty dream, holding a hook knife and digging out the eyes of a strange woman.

Then he saw that the person covered with dog skin was his eldest son, and the person whose eyes were gouged out was his daughter-in-law.

Suddenly,

He was so scared that he broke out in a cold sweat and felt a sense of sadness.

“The people you kidnappers killed are the same kind as the villagers and family members in Huilang River. They all suffered an unprovoked disaster.

Your so-called revenge is nothing more than creating more corridor rivers in Mingjiang Prefecture. You are using the lives of innocent people to fulfill your dream of revenge. Do you deserve to be compared with Peach Blossom Witch?"

"You... you are still a child... you have never experienced famine or drought.

Even "human suffering" is just four words you read in a book. What qualifications do you have to teach me?"

"I'm not teaching you a lesson, I'm just stalling for time." Zhou Xuan said very easily: "Now the time is just right, the painter is here, and Mingjiang Mansion will no longer have Mr. Feng."

Another wake-up call was sounded.
Mr. Feng was no longer trapped in the dream. He saw a ball of fire burning at his feet.

The fire was rapidly devouring his legs. He wanted to use his extreme speed again. Even if he died, he did not want to die next to Zhou Xuan and the painter.

This was his last bit of dignity.

But he couldn't even stand up. His feet had been burned to charcoal.

Mr. Feng, you are a disabled person now. How can you create wind without your legs?

"Lao Hua, why did you come just now?"

Zhou Xuan asked the painter.

The painter wiped the cold sweat from his forehead and said, "Don't mention it. You two are really fast. When I arrived at Huangyuan Prefecture, I felt exhausted. When I arrived at Jingchuan Prefecture, I felt like I had lost half my life. It took me a long time to recover."

"Can you take Mr. Feng back to Mingjiang Mansion?"

Zhou Xuan's spirit was carrying Mr. Feng's body and could hardly walk, so he asked the painter.

"Yes, but if I bring someone with me to use the Law of Space, I'm afraid I'll have to run until tomorrow morning."

"Then take him with you. Mr. Feng is a treasure. It would be a pity to execute him right here."

Zhou Xuan stared at Mr. Feng and said greedily.

"what are you up to?"

"You kidnappers love to use humans as materials for incense, but I don't have that hobby. I just use you and the food in your body as a sacrifice."

After Zhou Xuan finished speaking, he traveled again during the day and his spirit returned to its place.

The painter carried Mr. Wind, tore the space apart, and used the laws of space.

The Zhuanlun Snow Mountain, which was bustling just now, immediately became quiet.

……

"Master, your good brother has been caught."

Zhou Xuan's soul returned to the metropolis and said to Yuan Buyu.

"Hey, my senior brother, he was a good man thirty years ago, but after not seeing him for so many years, who would have thought that he would suddenly become the top kidnapper."

"Your good senior brother is not simple. He wants to destroy the entire Mingjiang Mansion."

Zhou Xuan said.

Yuan Buyu was so angry that he slapped his thigh and said, "He really went astray and even destroyed Mingjiang Mansion. How did he destroy it?"

"How he was destroyed has not been explained yet." Zhou Xuan said: "At present, we only know that he wants to take revenge on the gods for the drought in Huilang River more than 30 years ago."

"Ah, that drought was strange."

After hearing this, Zhou Xuan asked Yuan Buyu, "Mr. Feng said that the drought was caused by the gods. Is that true?"

"That's also a rumor. Of course, there are many things that don't make sense."

Yuan Buyu talked about the drought that year.

"The drought lasted for four months. During those one hundred days, without any help from the government, all the victims could not leave the area. Even many halls did not receive any news of the drought.

So people speculated that the gods in heaven were short of incense and deliberately created the drought, deliberately letting countless victims die so that they could suck their blood and flesh as incense.

Only gods can seal off an area as large as the Corridor River.

There are no gods in Pingshui Prefecture, and Huilang River is the closest place to Mingjiang Prefecture."

"So, everyone is guessing that it was the gods of Mingjiang Mansion who did it?"

"That's what they say." Yuan Buyu said, "But I personally think it shouldn't be done by gods."

"God can't do this?"

"That's not the case. The main reason is that gods have to save face. Even if they do something like sucking a lot of money from the people on earth, they will do it covertly. How can they be so careless?"

Zhou Xuan: “…”

He thought his master believed in god-level character, but he didn't expect that he believed in god-level vanity.

"You will know what happened in Huilang River when your good brother comes back."

After all, food is the most important thing in Mr. Feng's body.

Shiweitian was born during that drought. All we need is to make Shiweitian tell the truth...

(End of this chapter)