I climb the fairy ladder by farming

Chapter 83

"Sister Zhang Zheng, do you think you can recruit people this way? Almost a month has passed, and there is not a single qualified person."

If things go on like this, if they fail to recruit enough people, they will be fined annual salary when they return to the sect, and the mission rewards will also be greatly reduced.

Zhang Zheng also had a worried expression on his face. She really didn't expect that recruiting disciples in this small world was as difficult as heaven.

For a whole month, they tested hundreds of people, but none of them were qualified.

As for why in January, they only tested hundreds of people.

Zhang Zheng felt a headache when he recalled people's wary and suspicious expressions.

The smoke of enlightenment needs to be placed between the eyebrows, and the requirements for accepting apprentices must be under sixteen. Due to the oppression and restrictions of heaven, they cannot use spells at will, nor can they reveal their identities, so they can only try to persuade them one by one.

As a result, most people thought they were charlatans, and they were almost mistaken for child abductors. They were almost chased and killed by a villager with a pickaxe and hammer, and they were beaten to death with sticks.

The embarrassing memory stopped here, it was really bad.

Zhang Zheng turned sideways to avoid the young man with a long knife at his waist, and watched him walk straight into the majestic mansion not far away.

On the yew wood plaque, there is a golden ink brush, and the words "Ni Mansion" are written on the bottom.

Zhang Zheng casually caressed his chin, an invitation card in his hand also had the word "Ni's House" written on it, and a light flashed in his eyes.

"Don't panic, the lord's order will be held in the Ni Mansion. This world is still martial arts. There must be many young geniuses among the participants, and there should be many children in the audience."

Jiao Min followed her gaze, puzzled, "But how can we convince them to take the test?"

"You don't understand that."

Zhu Tianshun raised his jaw, and said with a bit of arrogance: "It's okay if we pretend to be martial arts heroes who are here to recruit disciples. Those children must be excited by the fighting scene, and they will come to test if they are excited and blind." gone."

How can it be said that the test is blind!
Jiao Min was a little bit aggrieved, it was a great honor to be able to cultivate immortality.

To put it bluntly, the sect sent them to the small world to accept apprentices out of a kind of pity for the weak in the so-called orthodox cultivation world, and to give people in the small world a chance to enter the middle thousand world and get in touch with the Dao.

As soon as the words of rebuttal came to his lips, the embarrassing scene of being chased and killed by the villagers suddenly emerged, and he was suppressed again.

Forget it, people in this world don't know what cultivating immortals is. For them, they really don't know whether cultivating immortals is good or bad.

Zhang Zheng weighed the few taels of money left in his hands. He might be chased away by the city guards if he slept on the streets in the city. If he wandered in the wilderness, he would have to pay another tael of money when he entered the city, which was inconvenient and not worthwhile.

"There are still two days before the leader's order. Let's find an inn to stay in. We can also look for opportunities nearby in these two days."

Zhu Tianshun smiled flatteringly: "I listen to Sister Zhang Zheng."

It wasn't until midnight that a few people found an inn to stay in. It was close to the leader's order, and there were quite a few people from all over the world to join in the fun.

The storekeeper familiarly licked his fingers and flipped through the account books without looking up, "There is only one B-character room left, and it costs one or two taels of silver a day."

One room at a time, they don't really want to sleep.That's the price, it's really expensive, it's really starting from the floor.

Zhang Zheng took out a piece of silver and put it on the counter, "We will rent it for ten days."

The shopkeeper accepted the money, picked up his pen and ink, "Name."

"Zhang Zheng, Jiao Min, Xie Ge, Zhu Tianshun."

The pen paused, and the ink spots were dyed into a ball of ink. The shopkeeper raised his head in shock, and asked in surprise, "You four?"

Zhang Zheng hurriedly explained: "Please rest assured the shop owner, we will not damage the house."

The storekeeper looked at them strangely, his nose twitched, and it took him a while to write down the names in the account book.

The key to the door was handed over to Zhang Zheng. Before leaving, the shop owner said worriedly: "Be careful, if you disturb other residents, I will drive you out and the rent will not be refunded."

The few people were stunned for a moment, until the figure of the shopkeeper turned around the stairs and disappeared, then they came back to their senses, and looked at each other rather awkwardly.

There is only one bed in the room, and the few people don't need to rest, they either sit on chairs or sit cross-legged on the floor to practice meditation.

Instead, the bed was left unused, reflecting the moonlight falling in from the window alone, dim and deserted.

Early the next morning, Zhang Zheng and the others left the inn and acted separately. Taking advantage of these two days, they can test one by one.

Xie Ge was reticent and not good at words, so asking him to solicit business was half the effort, so he simply assigned him another job.

Since he wanted to pretend to be a master of martial arts to accept apprentices, he had to make a name for himself in advance.

Because the lord's order is imminent, the streets of Changping City have been crowded with people recently, and people from all walks of life come here admiringly.

The lord of Changping City specially opened a martial arts arena in the center of the city for those who are interested to compete. It can also be regarded as a warm-up for the lord order.

Xie Ge's [-]th cultivation practice, he was an apprentice in a mundane martial arts school before, and he is good at using long spears. In this world, one cannot use spiritual power at will, so his mundane kung fu has a place to use.

The task of making a name for yourself was given to Xie Ge, while the rest tried their luck in the city.

According to the old method, Zhang Zheng set up a dilapidated stall anywhere, and tied the plain long cloth with the words "Blind Half Immortal" crookedly sewn on the bamboo poles he broke at random, flying in the wind.

There are people coming and going around, and the shouts are endless, which is quite lively.

This abrupt fortune-telling booth attracted the attention of many people.

An aunt came forward curiously, pointed at the word "blind half immortal", and said with distaste, "You little girl, you come out to do this deceitful job."

Zhang Zheng half-closed his eyes, put on a fairy-like appearance, and shook his head slightly, "This thing is fate, if you believe it, you will have it, if you don't believe it, you won't have it."

The aunt waved her hand and walked away, "Who would believe this thing?"

After waiting for a while, there were quite a few people passing by who cast their gazes, but none stepped forward.

Zhang Zheng is not in a hurry, the first guest will come soon.

"Blind half-immortal, tell me a fortune teller."

Zhang Zheng raised his eyes, met a familiar face, and took out the Qiling smoke with ease and put it between her eyebrows.

White smoke rises slowly, circling the woman's eyebrows three times, the smoke is entangled, and the thick and light clouds and smoke loomingly float out "83".

This scene instantly attracted many onlookers, all of them stretched their necks, and their surprised eyes circled around the two of them.

Zhang Zheng waved his sleeves to put away the enlightening smoke, nodded vainly, and looked at the woman's face pretendingly.

"Your luck has been bad recently, and you have been saddened by relatives and friends many times, and you have lost money and body, but the Purple Palace is getting more and more powerful, and it is the call of your soul. It will take three days at least, and seven days at most, and you will definitely find a chance to escape."

The woman's eyes turned red instantly, tears welled up, she covered her face and wept, "I was indeed betrayed by my husband and my younger sister recently, and my heart ached unbearably."

She stared fixedly at Zhang Zheng, eager to ask for confirmation, "Can I really get rid of it?"

"Yes." Zhang Zheng nodded leisurely.

The woman gave a wry smile, and then said in relief: "I feel a lot better with a word from the master."

She took out a handful of silver from her purse, "Master, may I ask how much silver is this fortune-telling?"

Zhang Zheng waved his hand and pushed back the money, "No need, ma'am, I don't charge two dollars for fortune-telling, it's about fate."

As soon as these words came out, Zhang Zheng glanced secretly, and sure enough, the eyes of the audience suddenly showed joy, and many people couldn't wait.

As soon as the woman left sadly and lonely, a woman sat down in front of the stall.

Zhang Zheng made a gesture to take out the enlightening smoke, then suddenly frowned and pondered, when the woman was dissatisfied and urged, she put away the enlightening smoke, and said apologetically, "I'm sorry madam, I'm destined to be a child. Anyone under sixteen can find out their fate."

The crowd suddenly sighed.

No matter how noisy and abused by others, Zhang Zheng closed his eyes and held his breath, showing the character of a recluse and expert.

"Auntie, I don't need money anyway, so go ask your son to do the math."

(End of this chapter)