Jiuxiao

"You're alert."

As the other party said, he was covered with a blue cloak, and together with the hood, his entire body was hidden in the shadows.

Who are you?Zhou Yin didn't speak, just looked at him.

The man took off his hood, revealing his original face.

It was the man who bought the splashing snow hairpin that day.

"I want to make a deal with you."

Seeing that Zhou Yin didn't answer, the man said again: "100 yuan high-grade spirit stone, break the barrier and leave the city with me."

Zhou Yin was silent for a moment, before telling the truth: "You killed Sima Liang."

The previous two encounters were probably accidental, but this time, the other party obviously came to the door with a purpose.

Now the gate of the city is closed and the barrier is strict, let alone a monk, not even a fly can fly out. Since he is in a hurry to leave the city, it must be related to this matter.

"That's right." The other party readily admitted that the handsome facial features looked cold because of the absence of a smile, and although his eyes looked at Zhou Yin, there was a hint of arrogance.

It's not my business?Zhou Yin's eyes silently revealed such information.

That person was a little annoyed, as if he didn't expect to meet someone who was less talkative than himself. In front of the Golden Core cultivator, a little cultivator who was only in the middle stage of foundation establishment, was actually calm and composed, without any look of panic.

He said: "Didn't you go to the shop last time to sell talismans for spiritual stones? If you cooperate with me, you can get more."

Zhou Yin said, "Why me?"

"One, I fought with someone, and the other party chased him near the inn, and the surrounding area has been restricted. If he goes out, he will be found out soon. I need someone to cooperate with me."

"Second, there are fifty guest rooms in this inn, four of which are empty, twenty are for ordinary people, and the remaining 26 are for monks, but they are either not alone, or their cultivation is too low, and they are not Meet my requirments."

"Three, since you are in urgent need of spirit stones, and you came here to participate in the Appraisal Conference, it means that you are either a casual cultivator, or a disciple of a small sect, and you don't have enough spirit stone resources, strength and background. You are destined to accept me. proposal."

"If you accept it, in addition to the 100 yuan high-grade spirit stone, you can also add a middle-level magic weapon."

The man's voice was as deep as a cold pond, his tall and straight figure was covered under the blue cloak, and he stared at Zhou Yin coldly, like a falcon that had already chosen its prey in the dark and might pounce on it at any time, vigilant and sharp.

Compared with this, Zhou Yin, who had loose long hair, was wearing unlined clothing, and stepped on the floor barefoot, seemed to be a little less imposing.

He didn't rush to agree or refuse, but took a sip of tea from his teacup, then took off his coat from the hem and put it on.

"You are a monk of alchemy, and I am only in the middle stage of foundation establishment. It is not difficult for you to break through the barrier alone, and there is no need to add another burden."

100 yuan for a high-grade spirit stone and a mid-level magic weapon. This kind of remuneration is generous enough. For a little monk, it is like a pie falling from the sky.

But the man didn't expect that Zhou Yin would not be tempted by the conditions he offered, so he paused for a long time before saying: "I was hurt a little."

Zhou Yin raised his eyebrows.

In this way, everything makes sense.

Because he was injured, he had to find a helper, but he couldn't find a golden core monk, because he was afraid that he would not be able to control the other party, but would be calculated instead.

The man looked at Zhou Yin, with a slight mockery in his cold eyes: "You don't need to report my thoughts to the Yongning Hou Mansion, they can't give you more than me, at most they just take a few beggars. A spirit stone will send you away."

Zhou Yin's face was expressionless, as if he had been thinking for a long time, just when the other party thought he was going to ask questions such as "what's your name, where are you from and what sect are you from", "why did you kill Sima Liang", he finally spoke .

Zhou Yin: "I don't need an intermediate magic weapon."

That person: "??"

Zhou Yin: "120 high-grade spirit stones, no middle-grade magic weapon."

That person: "... yes."

Zhou Yin: "When will the cooperation last?"

The man said, "I need to heal my wounds here for two days, until I can leave the city smoothly after two days."

Zhou Yin: "Why did you choose that time?"

That person: "Because the closure of the city cannot be too long, three days later, the Yuanying monk from the Qinggumen will come to investigate the cause of Sima Liang's death, and I am more likely to be exposed."

Zhou Yin groaned, noncommittal.

The man said coldly: "How?"

He thought to himself that even though he was injured, if Zhou Yin refused to agree, he would have to be killed in order to silence him. But in this way, he would definitely scare the snake, and the gain outweighs the gain. Now if the two cooperate, it will indeed be a win-win outcome.

But Zhou Yin said: "160 yuan, pay half of the deposit first."

The man's eyebrows twitched, he was really a money fanatic. "Can."

Zhou Yin's silence just now was just evaluating whether it was worth risking his life for these high-grade spirit stones.

The conversion turned out to be... well worth it.

If there is no accident, these spirit stones are enough to support him to complete the foundation and form a golden core.

The more high-grade spirit stones, it means that there will be no spiritual power failure during the retreat, and the chance of becoming obsessed will be minimized. Now that the two parties have reached a preliminary consensus, within two days, they will be collaborators for the time being.

It's just that he obviously misjudged the degree of Zhou Yin's facial paralysis. He didn't speak, and Zhou Yin didn't make a sound. He just poured out the half of the deposit he paid in advance from the bag, scattered it on the table, turned it over and over again, one by one. number.

Crackle, for one.

Crackling, two.

Crackling, three.

……

The sound of stones rolling on the wooden table made his wound seem to be recurring.

"Yun Zong, my name." Finally he couldn't bear it anymore.

Zhou Yin hummed and concentrated on counting the Lingshi. "Zhou Yin."

Yun Zong said: "I need to heal my injuries in the past two days. If someone comes to the door, you can help me block it first."

Zhou Yin finally moved his eyes from the spirit stone to him, but Yun Zong felt that his gaze was looking at him, as if he was a high-grade spirit stone that could move. "You need to change your outfit."

Yun Zong: "??"

A quarter of an hour later, he understood what Zhou Yin meant, but his already cold expression became even more chilly.

"I'm not interested in dressing up as a woman."

Zhou Yin said lightly: "You can't hide the aura on your body. A slightly higher cultivation base can also tell that you are a master of the golden core stage. If you don't want to be targeted, this is the best way. A male and female pair of monks , from a famous family, can minimize your suspicion."

Yun Zong stared at him for a long time, then sneered: "Why didn't you pretend, you look more like a woman than me."

Zhou Yin put the spirit stones back into the bag one by one, and started making crackling noises again, with a look of nothing to do with himself.

"Because it's not that I need to heal my wounds, it's not that I need to escape, and it's not that I killed Sima Liang."

Yun Zong: "..."

The result of the dispute was naturally that Yun Zong couldn't say no to Zhou Yin anyway. It was because he had never seen Mao Tuan's tragic experience, and he wanted to use his identity and aura as a Golden Core cultivator to suppress him. It is very useful for others, but Zhou Yin is the only exception.

After another hour, a slightly tall but beautiful female cultivator in a golden hairpin skirt, with a cold face, stiffly twitched the corners of her mouth at the "Tao Companion" who was drawing a talisman beside the table.

It was a cold, slightly ferocious smile, yet murderous while twitching.

Zhou Yin raised his head and glanced: "It's okay, don't forget to put some blush on, and look more natural."

"..."

After a long time, Yun Zong felt that it was a miracle that with his own identity, temperament, and cultivation, he could still tolerate this person until now.