My sect is a bit weird

Chapter 120 Is Telling a Story
In the city
From time to time, some people discussed the riots in the City Lord's Mansion that day.

Zhou Ziming didn't know how many versions he listened to along the way.

The city guards kept taking the portraits and looking for people on the street for comparison.

"I didn't expect what happened that day to be so big." Fortunately, Zhou Ziming had disguised himself in advance.

Looking at the passing city guards, he was a little puzzled, "Why can't you see Guo San, this bastard?"

Zhou Ziming was still thinking of arresting Guo San for questioning, but he never saw anyone.

He had no choice but to walk around the city for a while to find out the situation.

Only then did I realize that it was not only the riots in the city lord's mansion that day that were circulating among the people.

Even the chamber of commerce was burned, the city lord and treasurer Qian were killed in the Qinglan sect, and the chamber of commerce took revenge.

These things have already been made into sketches, which are used by storytellers to spread on the street.

As for the people of Tianyuzong, the role they played in it was to collude with Qinglanzong to kill the city lord and treasurer Qian to escape.

……

At this time, Zhou Ziming was mixing with the crowd, listening to the storyteller tell about them.

I was very confused, these things should be clear to the parties concerned.

How did the storyteller know?
Could it be that someone deliberately spread these things?
Looking at the storyteller in front of him, Zhou Ziming always felt familiar.

Searched in memory.

He remembered the last time he came out of the secret realm, went out with Mo Yusheng to find disciples, and met a storyteller when he resumed his old career.

But it was about Ye Lin destroying the disciples of the Demon Cult on Jiaoli Mountain and saving a group of children.

Thinking of this, Zhou Ziming carefully looked at the appearance of the storyteller in front of him again,

"Isn't this the storyteller of the day?"

"As I said, I felt strange at the time. The storyteller looked like an ordinary person. How could he be so clear about these things? I thought he was just hearsay, but now it seems that it is not simple."

Maybe someone passed on the information to this storyteller and asked him to spread it on the street.

Just what is the purpose of doing this..."

……

The storyteller finished his speech here, and was planning to pack up his things and go to the next street to tell a story.

Seeing the storyteller leave, Zhou Ziming followed.

……

The storyteller passed through a small alley without noticing it at all.

He saw Zhou Ziming standing in front of him.

Realizing that Zhou Ziming's visitor was not kind, the storyteller was a little flustered, clutching his book case tightly, "Who... are you? What do you want to do?"

"It's nothing. Don't be nervous. I'm not a bad person. I just want to ask you where you learned about what you just said."

"Why should I tell you?"

"Tell me, this is yours." Zhou Ziming took out a small piece of gold.

For mortals, a piece of gold can make him eat and drink without worrying about food and clothing for a period of time, this temptation is big enough.

At the same time, Zhou Ziming was testing the storyteller,

If someone instigated the storyteller, then the gold would not be accepted, but would run away for fear of being exposed.

If someone tells the story to the storyteller and pays the storyteller to spread it in the way of storytelling, then there is a deal between them, and now there is another deal in front of them, they will definitely not refuse.

Seeing the gold in Zhou Ziming's hands, the storyteller hesitated for a while, "Brother, it's not really a secret, since you want to know, I'll tell you, in fact, someone told me about these things, and then paid me to use the storyteller way of speaking."

Zhou Ziming was a little surprised by this, and it was exactly what he thought, "Who is that person, and what does that person look like?"

"I don't know about this. The person who gave me the money covered himself tightly, and I don't know what he looks like."

Zhou Ziming thought for a while. Although he didn't know who it was, he knew that someone was spreading the news, so it was fine.

Thinking about Jiaoli Mountain, Zhou Ziming said, "I remember, you told about Jiaoli Mountain last time, and he told you too?"

"That's right, it's the same person, brother. I've said everything I need to say. Don't tell others about it. Look..." The storyteller looked at the gold in Zhou Ziming's hand, and his eyes almost went straight.

Zhou Ziming threw out the gold and stuck it on the wall. The storyteller happily pulled it out. Zhou Ziming took a look, turned around and left.

"Someone actually paid this storyteller to spread stories about us, but who is this person?" Zhou Ziming was thinking about this question all the way.

He made a judgment in his mind,
It can't be a member of the chamber of commerce, or the masked man or the man in black I saw last time, it's a bit unreasonable...

……

Come to the street.

Zhou Ziming walked in the direction of the chamber of commerce.

He wanted to see what happened when the chamber of commerce was burned.

When I came to the address of the chamber of commerce, it was indeed in ruins.

A lot of unsuspecting monks originally wanted to come here to trade something, but they could only shake their heads and leave after seeing this scene.

But here, after all, is the old site of the Chamber of Commerce, monks are used to come here to exchange things.

So there are still some casual cultivators setting up floor stalls here, they don't have floor stalls like the chamber of commerce.

As long as there is a piece of rag, find a place to spread it, and it will be a street stall, so no matter how it is burned, it will not have much impact on them, and it will be a big deal to change the place.

……

While Zhou Ziming was looking around, he heard a familiar voice fooling him.

"Fellow daoists, the chamber of commerce is gone, but my name of benevolence, Zhao Yide, is still there. Tianshan elixir, do you want to take a look..."

Zhou Ziming is very familiar with the brand of Tianshan elixir.

He didn't expect that at this time, Zhao Yide was still selling Tianshan elixir.

Once the chamber of commerce collapsed, the number of people in front of his booth was much higher than before.

"It appears that risks and opportunities exist side by side."

Zhou Ziming looked at it for a while, then walked over.

Although there are many people, there are still not many people buying his Tianshan elixir.

Zhou Ziming shook his head inwardly. It seemed that he was thinking too much. Even if it was an opportunity, he couldn't make Zhao Yide, a profiteer, sell the Tianshan elixir.

After all, the appearance of this elixir, I don't know how many people with strong taste will buy it, Zhou Ziming was thinking, should I suggest to him to pack it.

For example, smearing sugar water on the elixir makes it look shiny and appetizing.

Because Zhou Ziming came here in disguise, he stood in front of the stall for a long time, Zhao Yide couldn't recognize him, so he said, "Fatty, I have a business, let's chat alone."

Have a business?To talk alone.

Hearing this, Zhao Yide looked up and felt that the person in front of him looked familiar.

But not sure.

It wasn't until Zhou Ziming winked at him that Zhao Yide was probably sure.

Clear up.

"Fellow daoists, I'm really sorry, I have business to discuss today, and I have to close the stall,"

The monk in front of the stall walked away bored.

Seeing this, Zhao Yide said cautiously, "Fellow Daoist, why is it you, do you know that the entire Anyi Prefecture is arresting you now?"

"I just found out, I have something to ask you." Zhou Ziming looked calm, now that the chamber of commerce is gone and the city lord is dead, he won't be able to trouble him for a while.

Zhao Yide looked left and right, afraid that someone would see him and implicate him, "It's not convenient to talk here, let's talk in my little room."

(End of this chapter)