Day and night tour

Chapter 374 The City in the Clouds

"I didn't really finish reading that book; I just flipped through a few pages."

With the fifth incense stick standing in the secret realm, it was clearly impossible for Zhou Xuan to deceive Miss Wall and the engineer deeper into the secret realm.

Once the incense burns faster, Zhou Xuan's deception will be exposed.

Therefore, Zhou Xuan had no choice but to expose his deception one by one and tell the truth.

"Impossible. You've only flipped through a few pages. How could you know such a detailed story?"

The engineers also expressed disbelief.

Zhou Xuan said with a smile, "Have you all forgotten what I do? I'm a storyteller, and I'm best at breaking up stories. Besides, back in Pingshui Prefecture, I even had the habit of reading newspapers."

During their time in Pingshui Prefecture, the Blood Well Society held secret meetings by writing coded messages in newspapers to inform members of their joining time and the secret code for entering the meeting.

In order to attend the gathering, Zhou Xuan would carefully read the newspapers every day. Although his purpose was to find the secret text of the Blood Well Society, "reading a book a hundred times will reveal its meaning," and the newspapers were also for this purpose.

Having read through so many newspapers, he had also gotten a fairly good grasp of some of the popular serialized stories from Pingshui Prefecture.

At that time, he summarized the pattern: those popular newspaper serialized melodramatic stories actually had similar plots. They were all about a poor boy who pretended to be a rich and handsome man and won the favor of a beautiful and wealthy woman. After that, there was a series of misunderstandings, pregnancy, and parents breaking up the couple... all of which were ridiculous and melodramatic plots.

"Teacher Gong, those melodramatic stories are all pretty much the same, especially those serialized at the same time. Isn't it just that whichever story becomes popular, all the serialized authors rush to change the details of the story and submit it again?"

"By observing a leopard, one can see its entire spot."

Zhou Xuan said with a smile.

As for following trends, Zhou Xuan knew all too well in his previous life. Working in the media industry, he was used to plagiarism. Once an article on someone's public account went viral, within an afternoon, almost all the major media channels would be filled with similar content.

This practice of plagiarism wasn't limited to past lives; it was also prevalent in the Kingdom of Jing.

"Damn it, you fooled me again."

The engineer was stumped by Zhou Xuan twice in a short period of time, and he became more and more aware of Zhou Xuan's "cunning". His idea of ​​moving became more impulsive.

"I only managed to fool you, Teacher Gong, because Miss Kaoqiang had to help me by giving me some encouragement."

Zhou Xuan said, "If A-Qiang hadn't inadvertently given you a hint just now, saying that I was a great scholar who lectured in both prefectures and filled the audience to capacity, you probably wouldn't have been so easily fooled."

He paused for a moment, then said, "Miss Qiang's words are like a psychological suggestion. You have already connected writing with talent in your mind. As soon as Miss Qiang said that I have talent, you couldn't help but associate it with my ability to write books."

"Psychological suggestion is also a wonderful trick in fraud. If used properly, a scam can be full of twists and turns, making it impossible for people to guard against."

Zhou Xuan's summary completely astonished the engineers.

"Ah Xuan, what kind of education did you receive? Your methods of deception are so sophisticated, far surpassing those charlatan magicians of yesteryear. You have a much higher level of understanding."

At first, the engineer didn't take Zhou Xuan's boasts about "comprehension and talent" to heart, but now, her perspective has been refreshed.

Those magicians, despite having been in the martial arts world for many years, are far inferior to Zhou Xuanzhen in terms of talent and comprehension when it comes to being a "deceitful" person.

"If you get scammed a lot, you'll naturally learn to scam others. As the saying goes, 'Experience makes perfect.'"

In his previous life, Zhou Xuan was an innocent college student who was deceived several times.

He smiled. The engineer was already convinced, but Miss Wall remained stunned, even exclaiming, "Although I was fooled, it feels so good to be fooled."

"Are you alright, A-Qiang?" Zhou Xuan even wondered if Miss Qiang had a fever and had confused her mind.

The engineer also found Ms. Wall's idea quite incomprehensible.

Miss Wall said, "Engineer, just like your favorite saying, a passionate love affair reminds me that I am still alive. Ah Xuan's scam is just like that. I only feel alive when I am being deceived."

Am I here because I was deceived?

Zhou Xuan couldn't help but chuckle, marveling that Miss Qiang was indeed like a child, with rather innocent and naive thoughts.

"Alright, time is precious, I'm going back to my scam, just bluffing..."

Zhou Xuan had already begun to consider who his next target would be, but when he looked up and saw how quickly the incense was burning, he became somewhat discouraged.

The second inch of the fifth incense stick was burning downwards, but the extent of the burn was hard to describe.

"Seriously? I've fooled both of you, but the incense isn't even burning properly. Is the progress really that slow?"

If they can fool two people like this, how many people would they have to fool to rekindle this incense?

"Don't wait until I've become a master swindler, I haven't even finished my cultivation yet."

Zhou Xuan's吐槽 (tu cao, a Chinese internet slang term for sarcastic or critical remarks) made the engineer laugh. She said, "Ah Xuan, there are some things about the method of burning the second incense stick that I haven't explained to you clearly."

"Then you can speak now, I'm listening." Zhou Xuan pretended to be listening to a lecture again.

The engineer said, "Blustering is how you create a new identity, like a theatrical actor from the Kingdom of Well, playing a certain role. Those you deceive are your audience."

"The more deeply your audience is immersed in the role, the more successful your performance will be, and the more illustrious your reputation will become."

The engineer then pointed to the incense in the black water and said, "You lied to me and Blood Woman because the presence of that incense stick would alert us to your deception. As a result, we weren't deeply involved in the act, so your incense offerings naturally didn't accumulate much."

“Oh, the more immersed the audience is in the story, the more incense I receive… This is actually a technical skill, isn’t it?” Zhou Xuan said.

"It's a skill. Scammers rely on their wits and techniques. With just a brain and a silver tongue, they can bring the dead back to life, make the rich poor, drive a virtuous woman to suicide, and trick a talented man into drowning himself... Without the skills, it's impossible."

The engineer then added, "That was the first point; now let's talk about the second."

"Ah Xuan, you must remember that each identity in the human world has its own destiny. You must not impersonate anyone, otherwise, that destiny will become entangled with you, and you will get into tremendous trouble."

"For example?"

"For example, in the realm of time in the Kingdom of Well, there are four great divine lords of the Daoist sect. If you impersonate a divine lord, the real divine lord will come looking for trouble with you, and then you will be in deep trouble."

"So, if you put it that way, I can't pretend to be the Supreme Will?"

"Hey, Ah Xuan, stop doing these weird things. I'm living in fear while I'm in the secret realm."

The engineer shuddered at the thought. Luckily, he had given prior instructions. If Zhou Xuan hadn't noticed the taboo he was impersonating and had brazenly assumed the role of the Supreme Will after leaving the secret realm, it wouldn't have been as simple as being imprisoned for another two thousand years.

Even the most notorious outlaws of the past, like the swaggering Feng Ma Yan Que, were not this audacious.

"Don't rush, don't rush, I'm just kidding. I'll be going now."

After bidding farewell to the engineer, Zhou Xuan left the secret realm.

……

"To bluff, to play the role of someone important, and to make others believe it completely, what role should I play?"

Zhou Xuan went up to the second floor of the bamboo building. Zhao Wuya was still reading about the Imperial Uncle, his face flushed. When he saw Zhou Xuan, he quickly closed the book and cursed, "What kind of dirty book is this? It's corrupting my mind. Xuanzi, you know me. I love reading the Spring and Autumn Annals."

Zhou Xuan shrugged: "Guy, I haven't said a word yet."

"Ugh, take this dirty book away, I don't like reading it." Zhao Wuyai tossed the imperial uncle to Zhou Xuan and turned to his side, pretending to be asleep.

Zhou Xuan stroked the warm pages of the book and sighed, "Ya Zi, you should be the one to fix the tricks of this deceitful brothel, Cai Xi. How ruthless you are... you even deceive yourself."

"..." Zhao Wuya.

Zhao Wuyai was caught red-handed and felt extremely ashamed, but because he was turned away from Zhou Xuan, he was still able to stubbornly deny that he had seen the royal uncle.

Zhou Xuan was calculating how to deceive Zhao Wuyai and accumulate more merit for his cultivation.

The first key to bluffing is to create a new identity for yourself.

But how should this identity be arranged?

Zhou Xuan stared at the old book in his hand, lost in thought.

"So you're going to say I wrote this book?"

Zhou Xuancai gave himself a suggestion, which he immediately rejected. Admitting that he was a writer of melodramatic love stories was, after all, a popular commercial writer. Admitting that he wrote about the Imperial Uncle? That would be too embarrassing.

“Say I’m a character in this book? No way, don’t get Ya Zi all excited.” Zhou Xuan’s imagination ran wild.

After going through one idea after another, Zhou Xuan finally decided on an identity for himself and said to Zhao Wuya, "Ya Zi, I am your father."

"..." Zhao Wuya.

Zhao Wuyai turned his head, poked Zhou Xuan's chest with his hand, and said, "Do you think I'm stupid? Do you think I don't know who my father is?"

Zhou Xuan immediately felt that Zhao Wuyai's thought process was also very peculiar—wouldn't a normal person's reaction be to turn around and say aggressively, "Try swearing again?"

Ya Zi's extraordinary performance left Zhou Xuan momentarily at a loss for words.

Even though Zhou Xuan was extremely experienced in spouting nonsense, he immediately said, "Ya Zi, I don't really want to be your father..."

"Even if you want to be me, I won't let you."

"What I mean is, I'm not only a storyteller, I'm also a crosstalk performer, someone who tells jokes."

Zhou Xuan immediately slapped his thigh, took a few big steps, cupped his hands towards Zhao Wuyai, and began his opening remarks in the style of a crosstalk performer from his previous life: "The people of this land have tolerated me, and I will not use money that causes harm to the world. Gentlemen, I am just a primary school student of crosstalk..."

This piqued Zhao Wuyai's interest. He immediately sat up, slapped his thigh, and said, "Interesting, interesting! Brother Xuan, I really didn't expect you to be such a genius."

"Give me a bit, give me a bit, I'm so bored."

As soon as Zhao Wuyai started making a fuss, Zhou Xuan's second incense stick began to burn with a hissing sound.

Zhou Xuan's chosen new identity has proven effective.

He knew that Zhao Wuyai was close to him, so it would be difficult to deceive him. However, the identities of storyteller and crosstalk performer were not far apart, both belonging to the category of folk arts.

Many crosstalk performers also learned storytelling before learning their craft.

Similarly, many storytellers studied crosstalk before learning storytelling.

Because their identities were similar, Zhou Xuan claimed to be a crosstalk performer as well, so Zhao Wuyai didn't suspect anything. This lack of suspicion was the premise for him to be deceived.

"We're going to do a bit."

Zhou Xuan pointed forward with his right hand, and the tortoise shell on his shoulder flew out on its own. At the same time, he gently unleashed the folding fan behind the shell.

The folding fan grew larger in the wind. Zhou Xuan reached out and grasped the fan, slapped it against his hand, and said, "Ya Zi, a crosstalk performance requires two people. My partner isn't here today, so we can't do a two-person act."

In the countryside, people still habitually refer to "xiangsheng" as "wanyi'er" (meaning "playful thing").

"What about solo performances?"

"I'm not very good at solo performances, so I'll sing you a song instead."

Zhou Xuan patted his folding fan again and immediately began to sing: "Peach leaves are so pointed, willow leaves cover the sky, and this wise old man is in his position..."

Who among those who loved listening to crosstalk in their past life hasn't heard this piece of music?
Zhou Xuan sang it with ease.

He has been telling stories for a long time, and while his voice, stage presence, and appearance cannot compare to those of master storytellers, he has received guidance from Yuan Buyu and is somewhat better than the mainstays of most theaters.

The performance was impressive, and Zhou Xuan's voice was also quite good. Zhao Wuyai was immediately captivated by the song, clapping his hands lightly and saying, "Oh, Brother Xuan, this song is beautiful. You never used to sing it."

"Sizzle," the second incense stick burned at a commendable speed.

After the song ended, the incense had noticeably burned down a bit.
Zhao Wuyai has developed a good level of trust in Zhou Xuan's new identity as a "crosstalk performer".

But trust seems to still have potential to be tapped.

Zhou Xuan also got into character.

Deceiving others is like acting; if you act for a long time, the actors in the play will forget that it's just a play.

Zhou Xuan then slapped his folding fan into his palm: "Just now, I learned a little tune. For us, singing a little tune isn't called singing, it's called learning."

This song is a folk tune from the capital region. There are performers who specialize in singing it. Compared to them, our singing is far inferior; we are just learning to sing.

Speaking, learning, teasing, and singing—these are the four essential skills of our art. And what does "singing" refer to? It refers to Taiping lyrics, which is a skill unique to our school…

Zhou Xuan rambled on for a while. What he had just said was the explanation from a popular crosstalk troupe in his previous life, but whether the singing in crosstalk referred to Taiping lyrics was also a matter of some debate in his previous life.
However, whether there is controversy or not is not important. What is important is that Zhou Xuan wants to use the style of this set of words to make Zhao Wuyai truly believe that he is a little scholar who talks about things.

"Brother Xuan is a professional."

Zhao Wuyai was a southerner, and southerners don't talk much about such things. He hadn't heard much about it since he was a child, so he didn't understand the ins and outs of it.

But one thing is certain: just based on Zhou Xuan's aura, he is increasingly convinced that Zhou Xuan is a crosstalk performer.

"Sizzle." The incense burned faster again.

"It's easy to fool laymen," Zhou Xuan thought to himself.

"Brother Xuan, what is Taiping lyrics? Show me a piece, let me taste it."

Zhou Xuan immediately abandoned his singing style, tapping his hand with his folding fan to keep the rhythm, and launched into a rousing rendition: "That Hangzhou, its beauty is unparalleled in the world~~ On the shores of West Lake, those exotic flowers and rare herbs, their fragrance lasting through the four seasons..."

After singing five or six lines of this song, the incense showed no signs of burning faster, and the cliff's potential had been exhausted.

Zhou Xuan was too lazy to continue singing. He closed his folding fan, cupped his hands, and said, "Well... I just remembered... I have something to do... I'll sing next time."

"..." Zhao Wuya.

Zhao Wuyai wouldn't allow it. "You've only just tasted the flavor, and you're already leaving? Don't you have any respect for the law?"
"Ya Zi, when you're bored, you should study harder. I'm going out for a stroll."

After Zhou Xuan returned the imperial uncle to Zhao Wuyai, he turned to leave.

"No, I won't feel at ease until you finish singing. No matter how important your matter is, you have to finish singing."

Zhao Wuyai pulled Zhou Xuan along.

Unfortunately, something truly terrible happened.

Zhou Xuan's Heavenly Book of Will suddenly trembled.

He quickly summoned the Heavenly Book.

On the "Book of Willpower", there was a new signature - "Bitter Ghost".

The sixth deity-level being responded.

As the signature was imprinted, Zhou Xuan's wish to "rebuild Mingjiang Prefecture" written on the "Book of Will" gradually blurred and eventually disappeared.

The dream of rebuilding Mingjiang Prefecture has officially begun.

"Boom!"

"Boom!"

With a sudden, earth-shaking sensation, Zhou Xuan walked to the window and saw a white jade bridge rising in each of the four directions: due east, due west, due south, and due north.

The jade bridge begins at the edge of Mingjiang Prefecture and ends directly above the center of Mingjiang Prefecture.

Four jade bridges are connected, and white clouds stretching for thousands of miles appear in the sky.

The white clouds are like a curtain, depicting the bustling scenes of Mingjiang Prefecture.

In the city of Yunzhong, pedestrians thronged, vehicles came and went busily, and the streets were brightly lit. That was Mingjiang Prefecture before the disaster.

"The city in the clouds is the blueprint for rebuilding Mingjiang Prefecture. The Book of Will has been activated... Cliff... has been activated."

"Isn't there just clouds in the sky? What do you see?" Zhao Wuyai looked up and saw only white clouds like ribbons, nothing else.

He couldn't see it because his level of spiritual cultivation was limited, while Zhou Xuan could see it because he was the holder of the Heavenly Book.

It wasn't just Zhou Xuan who could see the blueprint for Mingjiang Prefecture; painters, musicians, Peng Sheng, Prince Xishan, and other figures who had been around for eight incense sticks all saw it.

Swiftly, swiftly, swiftly
The sound of lanterns flitting about echoed above the bamboo house.

The King of Xishan, the musicians, the painters, and the people from the Youshensi (a religious guild) all gathered under the bamboo building.

"An old painting."

Zhou Xuan greeted the painter through the window.

At the same time, the Mingjiang Wandering Gods knelt on one knee before Zhou Xuan, cupping their hands in a gesture of respect: "Great Master, your heavenly book has rebuilt Mingjiang Prefecture. The Mingjiang Wandering Gods are deeply grateful for this act of rebuilding our home. We can only kneel here and swear that if Great Master ever encounters any difficulties, the Mingjiang Wandering Gods will be there day and night..."

"We will never stand idly by."

"He is worthy of being thrown into boiling oil and climbing mountains of knives."

"I will do anything, no matter what."

Homeland is always the most precious thing in the hearts of the people of Jingguo. There is a phrase called "leaving one's homeland", which contains so much sorrow and tears.

If you have half an acre of fertile land at home, who would endure scorn and venture into an unfamiliar city to make a living?

With a single heavenly book, Zhou Xuan rebuilt the ruins of Mingjiang Prefecture. Although the reconstruction was not yet completed and was merely a blueprint, it was enough to move all the wandering gods to tears of gratitude, deeply appreciating his kindness.

“Old Hua, I will not refuse your kindness. You know my situation... In the future, I am afraid that there will really be some powerful figures who cannot be offended and want to take my life. If that day really comes, please do not forget the city in the clouds.”

After Zhou Xuan entered the Abyss, he learned of his destiny.

He was drawn to the Kingdom of Well by a drop of blood, and that drop of blood also destined his body to be the cradle for the resurrection of "Heavenly Venerable", "Heavenly Ghost" and "Heavenly God".

"I will never forget the kindness of rebuilding Mingjiang Prefecture."

The painter declared his vow...

……

"The reconstruction is about to begin. Zhou Xuan is really amazing. He managed to gather six god-level beings, which is something even I can't do."

In the medical school's canteen, Li Changxun picked some vegetables, looked up at the Cloud City in the sky, and sighed.

Yun Ziliang, while picking green beans, asked Li Changxun, "Disciple, you have such poor interpersonal relationships in heaven, you couldn't even get the six deities to call you?"

Li Changxun was, after all, a Celestial-level deity known as "Mountain Ancestor." How could he, a being in the heavens, not get to meet up with his six colleagues? Yun Ziliang couldn't understand it.

"Do you think those god-like colleagues from heaven are so easy to talk to? They'll help you just because you treat them to a meal and drinks?"

"That requires seniority and ability."

"As for seniority, I've been in the Heavenly Realm for many years, so I'm the least senior. As for ability, and I'm not being modest... if I were to perform a little beyond my usual level, I'd be last in the Heavenly Realm."

"Go ahead and brag for a bit, it's giving me a headache."

Yun Ziliang threw the green beans he had just picked into the basin and lit a cigarette.

"Alas, the Dragon Seekers are getting worse with each generation. The Mountain Ancestor is the worst in the heavens. With your strength, I don't know how you managed to kill the old god."

"Grandmaster, is it possible... that the previous Mountain Ancestor was also the weakest in the heavens?"

"..." Yun Ziliang looked up, looking as if his family had suffered a misfortune.

Amidst swirling smoke, Yun Ziliang's attention was drawn to a group of children.

"Uncle, I'll take two days' worth of food rations."

"Uncle, I'd also like to take two days' worth of rations."

Looking through the smoke, Yun Ziliang saw about a dozen children, all of whom had received two days' worth of food rations.

According to the rules set by the Disaster Relief Association, each person has a fixed amount of food rations for each meal.

Each person could receive a maximum of two days' worth of food rations—this was because some adults in the families had their legs broken and lost their mobility in the fire, making it extremely difficult for them to move around, so they could receive two days' worth of rations at a time, and wouldn't have to move around for two days.

This rule was established by the Bone Elders in response to Zhou Xuan's call—that even in the midst of a great disaster, there should be humane management.

"Disciple, have you noticed something's wrong?" Yun Ziliang tugged at Li Changxun and said.

"Something's not right?" Li Changxun asked.

"A dozen or so children took away two days' worth of food at the same time."

“That’s right. The regulations only state that each person can take two days’ worth of rations.” Li Changxun still couldn’t find anything wrong with it.

"Forget it, I won't get anywhere arguing with him. I'm going to find Xuanzi."

Yun Ziliang originally wanted to analyze the problem with Li Changxun, but after thinking about it, he realized that this god-like figure was used to being detached from worldly affairs and wouldn't understand even if he explained it to him. So he decided to find someone who understood to explain it to him.

……

Zhou Xuan helped the painter up and was about to say something when Zhao Wuyai said with a smile, "Old painter, from now on we're in the same boat."

"..." Zhou Xuan, painter.

Zhou Xuan rolled his eyes at Zhao Wuya and said, "It always has to be you. No matter how good something is, it always tastes different when it comes to you."

“You’re educated, you speak,” Zhao Wuyai said, still somewhat unconvinced.

Zhou Xuan then pressed down on the painter's arm and said, "From now on, we are comrades."

"A like-minded person, the way you address me is very apt," the painter nodded emphatically.

The word "comrade" brought everyone to the same side.

But after some consideration, Zhao Wuyai still felt that "a grasshopper on the same rope" was more appropriate. Firstly, with the scourge of the rats, whether Mingjiang Prefecture could even be rebuilt was another matter entirely.

One is someone who will be eaten by "Celestial Venerables", "Celestial Ghosts", and "Celestial Gods". They are like grasshoppers in autumn, they won't be able to jump for more than a few days.

Of course, Zhao Wuya's tendency to spoil the mood has its limits; he won't reveal overly cruel truths.

Zhou Xuan began assigning tasks, saying to the painter, "Old painter, you now organize people to spread the word among the people. Tonight, there will be a storytelling performance."

"Musician, find someone to build a stage, a big stage, the more audience members you can gather, the better. The more people there are, the stronger their willpower will be, and the faster the process of repairing Mingjiang Prefecture will be."

"Brother Peng, have 80% of the clansmen in Pengjia Town guard those rat-turned-people and prevent them from escaping. The other 20% should patrol with their tattoos on, and if they discover any new rat-turned-people, immediately find them and take them away..."

"Old Li..."

He gave instructions one by one, arranging everything in great detail. Before everyone dispersed, Zhou Xuan gave them some final words of advice.
“Activating the Heavenly Book is not easy, so everyone must cherish it. In the next few days, even if you get sick from exhaustion, you must persevere... The opportunities in Mingjiang Prefecture are not unlimited. If you miss this chance, it is uncertain whether you will be able to activate your wish again in the future.”

"That's nature, that's nature."

The painter turned around and ordered the others, "We must hold on for the next few days no matter what—the disaster in Mingjiang Prefecture, in the final analysis, is due to the inadequacy of our Youshen Division, which is tantamount to our mistake."

This is a golden opportunity for redemption that the great man has fought for us; you must not miss it again.

Knowing the glory yet remaining humble,

The disaster is a disgrace to the Bureau of Spirits; rebuilding their homes is also an unparalleled glory. With both honor and disgrace, the spirits of Mingjiang, who patrol day and night, are holding their breath, determined to perform well.

"Alright, time is running out, everyone please go and take care of your business."

Zhou Xuan waved his hand, signaling everyone to disperse.

Actually, he was reluctant to let everyone leave. The second incense stick, leaning against Zhao Wuyai, had already burned down to one-third of its length.

Zhou Xuan was thinking of finding a new "scammer". The day and night wandering gods in front of him were quite good, but these people all had important things to do. "Scamming" would take a lot of time, as he would have to sing songs and Taiping lyrics, which would delay their business.

"I'll go look around some more and find a new candidate."

Just as Zhou Xuan was about to leave, he saw Yun Ziliang approaching with exquisite footwork.

"Xuanzi, wait a moment..."

"Here it comes." Zhou Xuan was just looking for someone to scam when Yun Ziliang delivered the goods right to his door.

"Xuanzi, over at the food shed..."

“I am your father.” Zhou Xuan used the same trick again.

"..." Yun Ziliang.

Zhao Wuya then leaned closer to Yun Ziliang and said quietly, "Brother Xuan is actually a crosstalk comedian. He's just playing on your ethics with you."

"Is he stupid?"

Yun Ziliang flicked Zhao Wuyai on the forehead and said, "A storyteller who has performed on stage can never perform crosstalk again for the rest of his life, and vice versa. This is the rule of the performing arts. A storyteller can never be a crosstalk performer!"

"Oh, Lao Yun, you know your stuff." Zhou Xuan realized that the "crosstalk performer" joke couldn't be used on Yun Ziliang, since Lao Yun was clearly a fan of traditional Chinese folk arts.

"I was imprisoned in the painting and listened to the radio for three hundred years. Do you think I don't know the little rules and regulations of traditional folk arts?"

Yun Ziliang pulled Zhou Xuan again and said, "Let's go quickly, something big is happening at the food shed."

(End of this chapter)