Zhou Xing likes refining medicine very much. He feels that refining medicine can best exercise one mind and two uses, and sometimes even requires one mind and three uses, and every success in refining medicine can bring him a great sense of accomplishment. This kind of spiritual satisfaction really makes He is addicted.

Unknowingly, it was getting dark, Die Wu returned to the inn, and summarized the situation he had heard in detail. Zhou Xing listened very carefully, and shook his head after a long period of thought, "It seems to be useless."

Die Wu said: "It's really impossible. Let's dive directly into the Red Hand Valley. We will definitely get useful information."

Zhou Xing shook his head and said: "With our cultivation base, people's sect formation can't be broken, and they can't get in even if they want to enter."

"That's not okay, that's not okay, are we here?" The girl dissatisfied.

"I'll try it tomorrow. You stay in the inn and don't go out, lest you be noticed by someone who is interested." Zhou Xing said.

Before dawn the next day, Zhou Xing was already on the street. He always felt that he was a foreigner. He would inquire about it as soon as he came up. No matter how he concealed it, he was suspicious, so he didn't worry, and tried to integrate himself slowly. Local, integrate into the lives of locals.

After figuring this out, the first thing he did was to go to the breakfast stall on the side of the road to have breakfast. He asked for a large bowl of lamb noodle soup and two donkey meat on fire.

Since joining Qingyun Mountain and entering the Tianyuan Sect, Zhou Xing has naturally entered a state of bigu by absorbing the strong spiritual energy from the mountain. It has been a long time since he was exposed to the fireworks on the world, so he ate very happily and gobbled it up.

The stall owner was a middle-aged man. There was only one customer at the moment, and the customer still liked the food he cooked. The stall owner was very happy and took the initiative to talk to Zhou Xing.

Zhou Xing did not deliberately inquire about anything, just chatted casually, until the stall owner said that he was face-to-face, he said the pre-edited rhetoric: "I am a foreigner, I went to see a friend and passed by Red Lotus Town. Unfamiliar with the place of life."

When the stall owner heard this, he even came to talk about it, and he kept saying that Honglian Town was a good place. He strongly suggested that Zhou Xing should not leave in a hurry, and he could go to several famous places to stroll around, which was not in vain.

Zhou Xing said with interest: "What is famous far and near?"

The stall owner immediately showed a smile that a man understands, looked around, winked his eyes and said, "That's the kind of place, in Xia Ma Hutong, you said it was introduced by Lao Zhao who sells lamb noodle soup, there is a discount!"

Zhou Xing only understood 50-60% of the stall owner’s words, but from the rich expression of the other party, he guessed that he was inseparable from each other, so he also learned from the stall owner, smiling very deeply, and couldn’t stop. Point to each other with your hand: "Understand, understand! Thank you, brother!"

The stall owner was very happy, as if he saw a confidant, and got a 10% discount on the earlier money.

Zhou Xing felt that the meal was quite rewarding, but he was not eager to go to the Xia Ma Hutong. Instead, he continued to be like a local, wandering around after breakfast.

Where is he going?

In the morning, Zhou Xing first visited the flower, bird, fish and insect market, humbly asked the seller about the knowledge, then walked into a teahouse with many tea customers, asked for a pot of local flower tea, and sat by the window. , While pretending to taste tea while listening to the chatters.

Since becoming a cultivator, Zhou Xing has long been reborn. In terms of hearing alone, with the help of spiritual movement, he can hear the whispers from fifty to sixty feet away.

In the noisy teahouse, Zhou Xing had an idea and practiced multitasking according to local conditions. When dozens of tea guests were talking at the same time, he wanted to make every effort not to miss a word.

It is a pity that he did not do it, but he has some experience in multitasking.

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

After leaving the teahouse, he continued to wander around. When he reached a small alley, Zhou Xing turned into an uninhabited alley. After checking the surroundings carefully and without showing any trace, he immediately took off his clothes and found that there was no one. Take out a very worn linen garment from the ring and put it on. Immediately afterwards, he pinched Fa Jue and said softly: "Change."

Then Zhou Xing's face changed, and he became an old man with a tan, wrinkled face and a shaggy beard.

This fake face made with the secret method of the fairy family can transform a variety of faces and is a favorite of the disciples of Foreign Affairs Hall.

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

These disguise techniques were all taught by the senior from the Foreign Affairs Hall, and Zhou Xing learned 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 will go wherever others are chatting, he will sit next to him, as if he is breathing and resting, he doesn't pay attention to anyone, let alone interrupts, the whole person has almost no sense of existence, but his ears are raised high. Then, he will judge whether the conversation is worthwhile based on what he heard, and then judge whether to continue listening or leave.

In this way, walking and stopping, walking through the streets, Zhou Xing learned some information, but it was still very limited, and it was difficult to distinguish between true and 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 became greedy, so he bought one. He took a bite and felt it tasted great. When he turned his eyes, he threw a piece of two to the other side. I bought two pieces of broken silver and bought all the candied haws on the cart, including the cart.

"Candied haws!...Sweet and sour candied haws!..." Walking through a few streets, Zhou Xing suddenly yelled in an old voice.

In an 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 Xingtuan, each holding a few coins in his hand, and rushing to shout: " Grandpa, give me one! Grandpa, I want a red one!..."

Zhou Xing patted their heads with a smile, motioned them not to make a noise, and bent over and said, "Grandpa, this candied haws is not for sale. Grandpa doesn't care for money, and can't buy it with money."

"Can't buy with money? What can I buy?" a girl bit her finger curiously.

"Grandpa is old, and money is not rare, but he only likes to listen to stories, the more novel the better, if anyone can tell about the new things in Red Lotus Town, grandpa, I will give him a candy gourd for free." Zhou Xing coughed and said.

"I know! I know! I know!..." The children raised their hands and bounced around.

"Grandpa is getting older and his ears are not working well. Don't mess around, talk one by one...you talk first." Zhou Xing patted the girl's shoulder.

The girl blushed, glanced at her companion, and said with shame: "A few months ago, a bald man came to the town. He said that our town was a battlefield before and many people died. They have been lingering in the shadows, so they did a big show The ritual is very lively."