Three Hundred and Fourteenth Collect Intelligence

Zhou Xing likes refining medicine very much. He thinks that refining medicine can train one mind to do two things, and sometimes even need one mind to do three things. Every time the medicine is successfully refined, it can bring him a great sense of accomplishment. This kind of spiritual satisfaction really makes him feel better. He is addicted.

Unknowingly, it was getting dark, and Die Wu returned to the inn, summarizing what he had heard in detail. Zhou Xing listened very carefully, and after thinking for a while, he shook his head and said, "It doesn't seem to be useful."

Die Wu said: "It's really not possible, let's sneak into the Red Hand Valley directly, and we will definitely get useful information."

Zhou Xing shook his head and said, "Based on our cultivation, we can't even break through the formations of other sects, and we can't get in even if we want to."

"This doesn't work, that doesn't work, are we here for a tour?" the girl said dissatisfied.

"I'll try it tomorrow. Stay in the inn and don't go out, so as not to be noticed by interested people." Zhou Xing said.

Before dawn the next day, Zhou Xing had already arrived on the street. He always felt that he was a foreigner. Local, integrated into the life of the local people.

After figuring this out, the first thing he did was to eat breakfast at a roadside breakfast stand, and asked for a big bowl of lamb noodle soup, plus two donkey meat on fire.

Ever since he went to Qingyun Mountain and entered Tianyuanzong, Zhou Xing naturally entered the bigu state because he absorbed the rich aura from the mountain. It has been a long time since he was touched by the fireworks in the world, so he ate very happily and devoured it.

The stall owner was a middle-aged man. There was only one customer at the moment, and the guest seemed to like his food very much. The stall owner was very happy and took the initiative to chat with Zhou Xing.

Zhou Xing didn't deliberately inquire about anything, just chatting casually, until the stall owner said that he was unfamiliar, he said the pre-made remarks: "I'm a foreigner, visiting a friend, passing by Honglian Town, Unfamiliar with the place of life."

Hearing this, the stall owner came to talk, and praised Honglian Town as a good place, and strongly suggested that Zhou Xing should not leave in a hurry, and he could go to a few famous places, and it was not in vain.

Zhou Xing asked with interest: "What is the famous place?"

The stall owner immediately showed a manly smile, looked left and right, winked and said, "It's that kind of place. It's in Xiama Alley. You can say that it was introduced by Lao Zhao, who sells sheep noodle soup, and there is a discount!"

Zhou Xing only understood 50% to 60% of what the stall owner said, but from the rich expression on the other side, he guessed that it was almost inseparable.

So he also imitated the stall owner, smiling very meaningfully, and kept pointing at the other party: "I understand, I understand! Thank you, brother!"

The stall owner was very happy, as if he had met a confidant, and he gave 10% off the price of the breakfast at that time.

Zhou Xing felt that the meal was quite rewarding, but he was not in a hurry to go to the Dismounting Alley, but continued to be like a local, wandering around to digest food after breakfast.

Where is the excitement and where does he go.

During the whole morning, Zhou Xing first visited the flower, bird, fish and insect market, humbly asked the sellers for their knowledge, then walked into a tea house with many tea customers, ordered a pot of local scented tea for one penny, and sat by the window , while pretending to taste tea, while listening carefully to the chats of tea drinkers.

Since he became a practitioner, Zhou Xing has been reborn. As far as hearing alone is concerned, with the help of spiritual flow, he can hear whispers from fifty or sixty feet away.

In the noisy tea house, Zhou Xing had an idea and practiced multitasking according to local conditions. Dozens of tea guests were talking at the same time, and he tried his best not to miss a word.

It's a pity that he didn't do it, but he has some experience in multitasking.

"Sure enough, I can practice all the time." Zhou Xing thought of the words of the sweeping old man, and secretly praised him.

After leaving the teahouse, he continued to wander around. When he came to an alley, Zhou Xing turned into an uninhabited alley. After carefully checking the surroundings without showing any traces, he immediately took off his clothes and walked from Ling He took out a very worn-out linen garment from the precept and put it on. Immediately afterwards, he pinched the formula with his hands and said softly: "Change."

Then Zhou Xing's face changed, turning into an old man with sallow complexion, wrinkled and unshaven.

This fake mask made with the secret method of the immortal family can change various faces, and it is a favorite of the disciples of the foreign affairs hall.

After walking out of the alley from the other end, he who had been strutting his head turned into a hunchback and walked slowly, coughing after walking a few steps.

These camouflage techniques were all taught by the senior in the foreign affairs hall, Zhou Xing learned them with great care and enjoyed it.

He walked very slowly, like an old man with nothing to do, wandering around. Wherever there are many people, he goes, and when others are chatting, he just sits aside, as if he is panting for breath, doesn't pay attention to anyone, let alone interrupt, the whole person has almost no sense of presence, but his ears are pricked up. Then, based on what he heard, he judged whether the conversation was worthwhile, so as to decide whether to continue listening or walk away.

In this way, walking and stopping, crossing the streets and alleys, Zhou Xing learned some information, but it was still very limited, and it was difficult to distinguish the true from the false. When walking across a stone arch bridge, a middle-aged man was selling candied haws on the other side of the bridge. Zhou Xing got greedy, so he bought one, and after taking a bite, he thought it tasted very good. As soon as he rolled his eyes, he threw it to the other party. With two pieces of broken silver, I bought all the candied haws on the trolley, including the trolley.

"Candied haws!... Sweet and sour candied haws!..." After walking a few more streets, Zhou Xing suddenly shouted in an old voice.

In the alley with few pedestrians, several wooden doors opened almost at the same time, and three or five urchins ran out quickly. They immediately surrounded Zhou Xing, each holding a few copper coins in their hands, scrambling to shout: " Grandpa, give me one! Grandpa, I want a red fruit!..."

Zhou Xing patted them on the head with a smile, motioning them not to make noise, bent over and said, "Grandpa's candied haws are not for sale. Grandpa doesn't care for money, so you can't buy it with money."

"Can't buy it with money? Then what can I buy it with?" A girl bit her finger and asked curiously.

"Grandpa is getting old and doesn't care about money anymore, but he only likes to listen to stories. The more novel the better, if anyone can tell something new in Honglian Town, grandpa, I will give him a candied haws for free." Zhou Zhou Xing coughed and said.

"I know! I know! I know!..." The children raised their hands and jumped up and down.

"Grandpa is getting old, and his ears are not working well. Don't be confused. Let's talk about it one by one...You talk first." Zhou Xing patted the girl who was biting her hand on the shoulder.

The girl blushed, looked at her companion, and said shyly: "A few months ago, a bald man came to the town and said that our town used to be a battlefield, and many people died. Dharma affairs are very lively."