In the capital of a country, Feng Ziqing is the first to come back.
He had never been to the capital of any country before, whether it was Wenlin, Yunze or Xuanhe. Among them, Yuntong City in Yunze, although big enough, was not the capital of a country after all. As for the other small countries, how could their capitals compare with them?
Compared to.
He didn't worry too much about the nephew of the Emperor of the Ziluo Kingdom. After all, there shouldn't be a big problem with security under the emperor's feet. Besides, that person's realm was only in the Dongyuan period. According to their acting style, most of them
It's not achieved through hard work, so why worry about it?
People who are willing to practice hard will not do this kind of thing like testing the opponent's weapons in the street. Most of them are only those who are idle and panicked.
Jingluo is a very big place, and Feng Ziqing spent most of the day shopping. He only visited a few streets and bought a lot of food. This made him sigh that it was really good to practice and he didn't have to worry about gaining weight.
After wandering around until evening, the wind gradually changed, and then we changed direction and headed to the west of the city.
He found an inn at random, neither big nor small, neither outstanding nor difficult to get information from. If a foreigner chooses to stay in a high-end restaurant and inn upon arrival, he will easily be targeted by local gangsters.
It's okay, but it's annoying, isn't it?
After resting for about half an hour, Feng Ziqing changed her clothes, got up and left the inn, heading to a large brothel in the city.
I don't want to go either, but it's not just to get information.
In the midst of some self-justification, Feng Ziqing came to the door of a brothel called "Ruanzhufang".
There are several clumps of bamboo planted in front of the door, which are straight and lush, and match well with the looming girls in red thin clothes at the door, swaying and soliciting customers.
Feng Ziqing nodded her head, what a red and green, what a soft bamboo house, but this soft bamboo house should not only be soft.
"Oh, young master, don't just stand there and watch. Come with your sister quickly. It's a little cold at night, and I'll help you keep warm."
Feng Ziqing shook his head, thinking that since you were wearing such thin clothes, I thought you didn't know how cold it was. He waved his hand and said, "Sister, I'm busy first. I spent a lot in other places in the past few days, and today I have everything in my pocket."
I'm shy, so I have no choice but to drink."
When the girl soliciting customers heard this, her eyes changed instantly. She still kept her smile, but she was not as involved as before. She stretched out her hand to signal that the other party was free.
Wind Ziqing bowed his hands and walked up the steps into the square.
Brothels are noisy all over the world.
In the hall, Feng Ziqing sat on a seat against the wall, ordered a few dishes of wine and food, and began to look around.
According to the confession of the wise ghost Zhang Zhi, the abandoned house is located in the west of the city. It is located in a remote place. Not many people know about it, but few people can talk about it.
He came here just to find out what changes had occurred in the abandoned house, or if something new had happened or there were new taboos. After all, Zhang Zhi had been away from home for many years, so it was normal for the situation to change.
After listening to it for half an hour, Feng Ziqing shook his head. It seemed that he might not have gained anything tonight. It didn't matter, just because this place didn't have it, it didn't mean that other places didn't have it. Just visit a few more places. Anyway, the money was enough.
If there was really no news, he would have no choice but to go to the slums and ask beggars for information. If there was no news, he would just break in.
As the night progressed, the wind sighed softly and headed back home.
In the next few days, Feng Ziqing visited several brothels and restaurants, but did not hear any useful news, so he had to focus on poor areas.
On this day, Feng Ziqing carried his sword and headed to the poor area in the southeast of the city. If there was no news this time, he decided to go to the abandoned house at night to find out.
Although it is the capital of a country, class differentiation exists everywhere, so poverty-stricken areas are really poor. It is not that the country has left it alone, but that even if it is managed well now, it will appear again soon after.
The word "poverty" is like grass in the spring breeze. How can it be cured? Furthermore, curing poverty requires a lot of effort and money. As long as no trouble is caused in the impoverished areas, the government will be able to control it.
In poverty-stricken areas, most of them are old, weak, women and children, and the younger ones either go out to find errands to make up for their livelihood, or they become gangsters and do nothing.
Therefore, coming here to inquire about information is a last resort. How can ordinary people know about this kind of spiritual matters?
But sometimes, some things just go wrong.
When Feng Ziqing walked around the poverty-stricken area twice with the mentality of wanting nothing, and thought that he would still return without success, the signs of the matter appeared.
It was a young man with bleeding head and a simple bandage. He ran past Feng Ziqing. There was nothing strange about this. What was strange was that the young man was holding a leaf tightly in his hand. From the slightly exposed tip of the leaf,
Feng Ziqing identified it as a bamboo leaf.
The bamboo leaves should be picked or have fallen not long ago. Although they are slightly yellowed, there is still some spiritual energy left on the leaves.
The bleeding boy ran and shouted, his eyes filled with light, "Sister, sister, I finally picked up a purple bamboo leaf. Now your illness will definitely be much better!"
Not long after he finished speaking, a thin girl with a yellow complexion and white lips stumbled out from the corner of an alley.
Perhaps the turn was too sharp, and the girl slipped and fell to the ground. She frowned, dusted herself off, gritted her teeth, stood up, and continued running towards the boy.
"It didn't hurt, did it? Look! Sister, this is the Purple Bamboo Leaf. Doctor Wang said that the Purple Bamboo Leaf can cure diseases. Come on, my brother will carry you to Doctor Wang."
The boy ran forward to the girl, opened his clenched hands slightly, looked at the girl twice, and then clenched his hands tightly, as if he was afraid that the wind would blow away the bamboo leaves.
"Brother, you are bleeding, let me wipe it for you." The girl lay on the boy's back and wiped the boy's forehead with her sleeve.
The young man smiled calmly, wiped his nose, and said with a smile: "It's okay, just rinse it with water. Come on, hold me tight."
Seeing the boy and the girl drifting away, Feng Ziqing decided to protect them.
After the purple bamboo leaves fall, there will still be spiritual energy remaining on the leaves for a certain period of time, and this small amount of spiritual energy can indeed be regarded as a miracle cure for an ordinary person.
If the young man shouts like this, many people will definitely know about it, and more than one person in this poor area will definitely be sick, so robbery is likely to happen.
As expected, the young man carried his sister on his back and ran not far before he was stopped by several young men with obvious intentions.
"Changhou, this is my sister's only hope for treatment. I beg you, please let me go. It will be useless if it's too late!" The young man carried the girl on his back, his voice trembling.
"My mother is also sick, and I also count on him to cure her illness." The young man named Changhou was taller and also had a sallow complexion. The two young men with him were his younger brothers.
"Then why don't you go there and pick it up yourself! Do you know how long I waited there before today!" the boy yelled.
The monkey was indifferent and shook his head, "I'm afraid of pain and bleeding."
"Then why aren't you afraid now?" The young man gritted his teeth, and blood gradually oozed from the corners of his grinning mouth. He lowered his body, preparing to put his sister down, and then put his life into it.
At this moment, a voice sounded in his ear, which reassured him.