Day and night tour

Chapter 68 Wong Tai Sin

Zhou Xuan went back, but the crowd did not disperse immediately. They cracked some leftover melon seeds, drank some tea, and chatted about the plot in the book.

Some little boys were impatiently holding branches and imitating Xu Liang's golden ring knife...

……

After taking a shower, Zhou Xuan returned to the house, sat cross-legged in meditation, and entered the Xinxiang Secret Realm.

In the secret realm, it was a rare sunny day, and the paper boatman rowed the boat faster.

The incense in my heart burned another half inch.

"The blood of the White Walkers only burned two inches, and after four volumes of books, it only burned half an inch. It seems that books can accumulate incense faster."

After all, books can be told every day, but it is so difficult to encounter a White Walker once.

There is only seven inches left of the one-foot-long incense stick before it can be burned out.

……

Seeing the effect, Zhou Xuan's fatigue from lecturing was mostly dissipated. He took out paper and pen and wrote another episode of Liangzi before he fell asleep peacefully.

"Master, you are... much closer to me."

The boatman in the secret realm murmured.

……

Early in the morning, Zhou Xuan first looked at today's newspaper to see if there was any codeword of the Blood Well Society... but there wasn't any.

He took advantage of the fact that the canteen was not open for lunch and went back to his room to write Liangzi. He was so busy that he even forgot to eat breakfast. At noon, he was so hungry that he remembered that it was time to eat.

Zhou Xuan closed the notebook, feeling something was not right. From time to time he could hear the sound of a boat hitting the water in the secret realm, and the sound was quite loud.

He put his mind into the secret realm and found that the heart incense was still burning, and had burned about one third of an inch.

"Why is it still burning?"

Zhou Xuan went to the cafeteria to get some food and asked Yuan Buyu.

Yuan Buyu said with a smile: "The good thing about reading is that the incense is burning while you are reading, and when you stop reading, the incense can still burn for a while... the sound lingers in the air."

Zhou Xuan understood that the person who was listening to the storytelling did not just stop after listening. In the next few days, he was still thinking about the people and events in the book. As he kept thinking about it, his wishes were still being generated, and the storyteller's incense was still burning.

"Xiao Xuan, your book is too harmful."

Xu Li came with a bowl to get food. Seeing Zhou Xuan, he joked, "All morning today, none of the masters and apprentices who were working were in good shape. They kept talking about Xu Liang. Is his magic power really that great? Old Yu even kicked off the quilt when he was sleeping, saying that he was flying over eaves and walls."

"Sister-in-law doesn't like to listen to martial arts novels. Next time I will write a sad love story, I hope you like it." Zhou Xuan smiled.

"Then I'll wait. My sister-in-law doesn't like fighting and killing. She likes talking about love."

……

For the next two days, Zhou Xuan went into full-force mode, writing Liangzi during the day and performing storytelling at night. In addition, there were hundreds of people in the troupe, and they talked about "The White-Eyebrowed Hero" every day. The popularity of the book never dropped from day to night, and the number of readers increased rapidly.

At this moment, there are only five inches of heart incense left!
"The second stick of incense is just around the corner."

……

This is the fourth day of Zhou Xuan's storytelling. The show starts at 8 o'clock, and at 6:30, people start bringing small stools to reserve seats.

This book is so popular now that it is not only read by opera troupes and neighbors, but some people even heard about it and rushed over from seven or eight blocks away to listen to it.

The Zhou family accepts everyone who comes.

After all, Zhou Lingyi has said that as long as there is room for people in the outer courtyard, she will not stop the audience from listening to the story. The more people there are, the faster Zhou Xuan will accumulate incense!
Around seven o'clock, people started to gather, and by seven-fifty, many new audience members could only stand on the flower bed at the edge of the courtyard to listen.

"It's a pity there are no ceiling fans, otherwise we could sell two tickets." Zhou Xuan was happy to see the huge crowds of people.

They are all my incense!

To be honest, the book "White Eyebrow Hero" was told over three days, and the story became more and more exciting, and the audience's enthusiasm remained unabated.

At 7:55, Zhou Xuan came on stage to warm up the audience, and the audience was already shouting in unison,
"What kind of knife is it?"

"Golden Ring Knife."

"sword……"

The audience were cheering themselves, with one group reciting the first half of the sentence and another group reciting the second half, echoing each other, and the scene was extremely lively.

Zhou Xuan felt that this was not a storytelling, but more like a concert, and the people who came were not listeners, but fans!

“Am I more or less an idol now?”

Zhou Xuanxin said.

Recalling Shu Liangzi and going over the actions that he would perform later in his mind, when Zhou Xuan was about to hit the wake-up stick, the big-bellied man came again.

He comes every day and is very punctual. He never comes early or late, but just when the show starts.

But there was no place for him to sit, and it was difficult for him to stand, so he simply sat down on the yellow earth beside the platform, supported his chin with his hand and began to listen to the book.

Zhou Lingyi moved the stool as usual and sat not far from the big-bellied man.

"Snapped!"

"Last time we talked about - the Flying Sword Immortal took the risk to rob the prison, and the White Eyebrows risked their lives to subdue the demons." "Continuing from the last time, the three old men, the Northern Hero Ouyang Chun, the Cloud Crane Wei Zhen, and the Black Demon Fox Zhihua..."

With the experience gained from three performances, Zhou Xuan’s stage presence has improved, and his every move and gesture really has the style of a teahouse storyteller.

After just a few opening words, the audience was mesmerized and fascinated.

But there were also some people who didn't listen to the book and just chatted privately.

For example, the third senior brother Li Shuangyi.

Li Shuangyi only loves opera and doesn't like listening to stories. He came to listen with his apprentice Tongdouzi.

He was sitting by the flower bed, and as soon as he heard Zhou Xuan lecturing, he immediately said to Tongdouzi: "Douzi, did you hear that? Your uncle Zhou Xuan doesn't know how to use his small voice. He has been lecturing for several days in a row, and his voice is obviously hoarse. You must not learn from him."

Tongdouzi had no time to agree, he was immersed in telling the story. Li Shuangyi was very patient and emphasized it twice, but Tongdouzi didn't hear it. However, a voice came from the window inside the flower bed.

"Li Shuangyi, stop talking and interrupting our listening."

"That's right, you have that broken voice, and you want to teach others how to use their voice?"

The window shows Liu Jiaotian’s dormitory.

Liu Jiaotian is the mainstay of the Zhou family troupe. She is a beauty, a walk, and a voice. She earns a lot of money. She doesn't live with the Zhou family troupe on weekdays, but lives in a villa outside. She came to the dormitory today to listen to Zhou Xuan's lecture.

Besides her, there were a few young actors from the opera troupe in the dormitory. These actors usually looked down on Li Shuangyi, and when they heard that she was teaching opera, they became even more sarcastic.

"Humph."

When Li Shuangyi heard the sarcasm, he lowered his head and was angry, and ignored those people.

However, Liu Jiaotian, who was holding a pipe, couldn't stand it anymore and asked the guy next to him to close the window.

Just after closing the window, Liu Jiaotian swung his pipe and slapped the two people who mocked Li Shuangyi on the face, leaving a red mark.

After finishing the job, Liu Jiaotian leaned over to smoke again, and said as he smoked: "You little bastards, are you worthy enough to look down on Senior Brother Li? We both learned from the same master back then, and his voice is better than mine..."

"So what's he like now?"

"You have to ask the young master about this. If it weren't for the two pieces of red charcoal he picked up, which ruined Senior Brother Li's voice, I'm afraid Senior Brother Li would be the most famous actor in the opera industry in Pingshui Prefecture..."

……

"Bean, you are listening to the book by yourself. Don't leave in a hurry after the show ends. Be careful not to get stepped on."

After Li Shuangyi finished explaining, he sighed, squeezed out of the crowd, and walked towards the dormitory.

"Good! Good!"

Tongdouzi was so excited by the storytelling that he raised his hands high and shouted "good" several times.

Zhou Xuan slapped the stick to wake him up.

"Snapped!"

"To know what happened next, please listen to the next chapter."

Zhou Xuan finished telling a story.

The audience started to make a fuss and wanted to hear the next episode. Zhou Xuan drank some tea, took a rest, and continued.

According to the usual amount, after four episodes, Zhou Xuan said he would not say anything more this time. Everyone was used to listening to four episodes every day, so they stopped after a while of booing.

"We'll continue the show tomorrow, everyone, please come and support us."

Zhou Xuan plans to perform one more day tomorrow. He has to rest the day after tomorrow because his voice and energy can’t take it anymore.

He was about to leave when suddenly someone called him.

"Mr. Storyteller, please stay."

Zhou Xuan turned around and saw that the person who tried to keep him was the big-bellied man.

The man first clasped his fists, then shouted, "Hey boys, what do you think of the book that this storyteller is telling?"

"It sounds good, it sounds good!"

“I like it.”

"It's my grandmother's birthday, so I have to listen to him tell stories."

"We have been listening for four days. Apart from this gentleman, we do not recognize the other storytellers."

"No~"

"Then don't wait any longer. Pay the reward first, and then pay the deposit for grandma's birthday."

Seven or eight noises of different tones came from the man's stomach.

Then, the man unbuttoned his coat with his hands, revealing his belly.

There was a hole on his belly. Looking into the hole, he could see a bunch of furry things swaying.

Upon closer inspection, it turned out to be a belly full of weasels. People call them yellow skins or Huang Daxian!

(End of this chapter)