Day and night tour

Chapter 61 The Law of Self-denial
Yuan Buyu was an old hand, and with just a few pinches he had figured out the origin of the corpse and the level of incense.

The more he understood, the more shocked he was. He couldn't help but whisper, "It doesn't make sense! When has our storyteller Sanzhuxiang ever been so competitive?"

……

The door of Zhou Lingyi's boudoir was pushed open by Xu Li.

"Master, Xiao Xuan fainted... and came back with him with a bloody corpse."

Zhou Lingyi was studying the life trajectories of his five senior brothers over the past two days. When he heard that something had happened to Zhou Xuan, he immediately closed the notebook and left the room.

When she arrived at the yard, Yuan Buyu was muttering to himself in front of the corpse with a dazed look on his face, and Zhou Xuan had been carried to the ancestral tree by Yu Zhengyuan.

The two apprentices moved four long benches to make a bed for Zhou Xuan to rest.

Zhou Lingyi was extremely angry, but she controlled her temper skillfully, and there was no trace of anger in her expression or tone.

When he came to Zhou Xuan, Yu Zhengyuan told Zhou Lingyi what had happened. Finally, he said, "I have sent my apprentice to invite the doctor..."

"No need, I'm just exhausted."

Zhou Lingyi shook the cowbell.

Ding!Ding!Ding!
After three consecutive sounds, Zhou Xuan sat up suddenly, rubbed his head, and looked around. After he saw clearly that it was the Zhou family, he felt relieved and closed his eyes to rest.

"Brother, how did you do that?"

Zhou Lingyi asked with concern.

"Oh, there was a kidnapper following me, and I got mad, so I stabbed him a few times."

Zhou Lingyi frowned slightly. How could this be a matter of a few stabs? The beggar's neck was stabbed through.

"Brother, have you not been seen?"

"There was no one on the path. I observed carefully at that time." Zhou Xuan had recovered a lot of strength at this time and had the strength to speak.

"Well, that's good. I don't have to bother with the preparations."

Zhou Lingyi is not afraid of getting into trouble.

The kidnapper has such a bad reputation that even if he killed Zhou Xuan on purpose, the police would probably not suspect anything if they said that Zhou Xuan was ambushed by the kidnapper and fought back to protect himself.

She instructed Yu Zhengyuan,
"Big Brother, the kidnapper has committed many evil deeds and has killed countless people. Killing him is also justice. Send two disciples to take him to the front mountain and bury him. The rest of you can disperse."

"Ugh."

Yu Zhengyuan immediately gestured and asked three strong disciples to carry the body out of the gate and go up the mountain to bury it.

The rest of the disciples also dispersed, leaving only Zhou Lingyi, Yuan Buyu and Zhou Xuan under the ancestral tree.

Yuan Buyu originally planned to go back to the house and boil some blood-replenishing medicine for Zhou Xuan to drink to help him recover, but he took two steps and came back, sitting down on the bench, saying apologetically,

"Xuan boy, as a master, I should feel sorry for you and let you take good care of your spirit, but I have some questions in my heart, and it would be uncomfortable if I didn't ask them."

"Go ahead and ask. I feel much more energetic because of my sister's cowbell sound just now." Zhou Xuan still had his eyes closed, but his voice was much louder.

"I just checked on that kidnapper. He's at the level of a second stick of incense. Logically speaking, we, a storyteller at the level of a single stick of incense, have no chance of winning against him..."

"Not really, right? Old Yuan, are we storytellers so weak?"

Zhou Xuan opened his eyes immediately, waiting for Yuan Buyu to continue.

"Mr. Yuan, what does this mean?"

Zhou Lingyi was also puzzled and asked.

Yuan Buyu laughed awkwardly and said, "Let me be frank. There are dozens of gangs of all sizes in the martial arts world, if not a hundred. At the level of one or two incense sticks, our storytellers' fighting methods are at the most... um... lower-middle level."

He originally wanted to say "the weakest one", but he felt it was not nice, so he changed his words. "Mr. Yuan is being modest, right?" Zhou Lingyi said, "The storyteller is the most respected god in the world. The disciples of the nine ancient halls are also most afraid of facing the storyteller. How can they be as weak as you say?"

"That's all the fame gained after three sticks of incense..."

Yuan Buyu's face was a little hot, and he said, "From the third stick of incense, the storyteller's dream is like lightning and fantasy. Not to mention the Yin people and gods of the same level, even if they are one level higher, or even one and a half levels higher, they can hardly find any flaws in the dream. If you can't find any flaws, then you are trapped in the storyteller's jar, and there are many ways to control him...

But at the level of one incense stick, the storyteller's dream is easily broken. At the level of two incense sticks, although the dream is no different from reality, there are no strange shadows or traces of gods in the dream, and naturally there is no means to defeat the enemy.

So in the time of one or two incense sticks, the storyteller is just a skilled illusionist. Once he encounters an enemy, the best way is to create a dream to confuse the opponent, and then..."

"And then run away?"

Yuan Buyu blushed when Zhou Xuan pointed out the truth, and he stammered, "How can the storyteller's... thing be called... running away? That's leaving gracefully."

“……”Zhou Xuan.

"But the kidnapper's sect is weird. They use the blood, bones, soul and flesh of boys to collect incense. The first stick of incense is called "the wind under your feet". Your ankles are as hard as steel and you can run much faster than a normal person. The second stick of incense is called "walking on the grass without leaving any trace". You can run without making any sound.
With the abilities of two levels of incense sticks combined, he can run very fast without making any noise. When attacking by surprise, he can leap up and chop with his legs. His ankles can smash a person's skull alive. At the level of two incense sticks, his combat power ranks extremely high."

After hearing this, Zhou Xuan finally understood.

Although each hall has its own level of incense offerings, there are strong and weak ones at the same level, and each hall's period of strength is also different.

The storyteller's first two levels of incense were based on the principle of "running away is the best strategy", while the kidnapper's first two levels of incense were like wolves and leopards.

One is too weak, the other is too strong, so the gap between the inside and the outside is huge. What's more, Zhou Xuan is still one stick of incense behind the cripple Liu San in level.

Therefore, in Yuan Buyu's eyes, Zhou Xuan would have to rely on luck to escape, not to mention counterattack.
Zhou Xuan said: "I don't think the kidnapper is that powerful. His "leaving no trace on the grass" skill is useless to me. I can hear his footsteps with my psychic ability. Then I made a dream. In the dream, I died under the knife of the meat boss. I tricked the kidnapper into coming to investigate. Then I touched his back and stabbed him in the neck."

"Snapped!"

Yuan Buyu clapped his hands together, nodded vigorously, and said, "This is the key! Storytellers cannot use weapons in dreams, so how can you use a knife?"

“Is there such a rule?”

"It's not a rule, it's a prohibition! Storytellers emphasize self-control and keeping one's heart in check. In dreams, one cannot use weapons. If one forces himself to use them... the dream will prevent him."

Zhou Xuan recalled the scene when he swung the knife. It was just as Yuan Buyu said. When he swung the knife, the dream bound him like a quagmire.

"I hated the kidnapper. I was furious when I saw half of his face was covered in blood. I had a strong desire to kill him. Then... thunder and rainstorms appeared in my secret realm. The paper boatman and I shouted "kill" at the same time, and the dream gave way..."

Zhou Xuan recounted the situation when he stabbed the kidnapper.

"Will dreams make way for you?"

Yuan Buyu looked up at the sky in thought and said, "I feel like my stuff has changed in you...it's become overbearing."

Why must storytellers be self-disciplined and not be as overbearing as Xuan Xiaozi? Yuan Buyu kept asking himself this question before returning to his room to boil medicine.

……

The night is quiet,

Zhou Xuan sat upright, taking the paper and pen and continuing to write Liangzi of "White Eyebrow Hero", writing and reading a paragraph, trying to get the feeling of telling a story.

The incense in his secret realm burned slower and slower, and the sound of the white-sailed boat hitting the water was so weak that it was almost inaudible.

Collecting incense and offerings has become an urgent matter.

He planned to finish writing the four episodes of Liangzi tonight and give them to Old Man Yuan for guidance tomorrow. If all goes well, he would set up a stage to give lectures tomorrow night to gather support.

He wrote until the early morning, with only a few lines left to finish. Suddenly, Zhou Xuan felt a stinging pain in his eyes and his head felt like it was about to split. The side effects of the blood well spiritual connection came again.
Only this time, the intensity was extremely high.

The door creaked open.
Zhou Lingyi's hands were covered with blood-red spells, and she came in with her fingers cupped...

(End of this chapter)