Assistant God of Life in Another World

"Teacher, what do you want to accept is the boy from yesterday?" Ah Zhong, oh no, Jin Duolai did not defend himself, let alone flatter him, but said like this.

Although he was "slandered", there was only one expression on his face at this time, that was satisfaction.

In any case, he took it for granted that he called "teacher", and that boy, hey!

"Yeah, when I'm old as a teacher, I like young people very much, unlike you guys, who are as boring as they are." Fang Tian talked nonsense, shook his head again, and said, "Hey, someone else's The disciples are here."

From behind, a young man strode towards this side.

"Uncle, hoo!" The young man came running in big strides, and it was obvious that he liked this kind of simple running. When he ran up to him, he didn't care to take a few breaths, and said to the other side, "Uncle, you are really a great magician!" Teacher?"

Seeing that the young man didn't have any emotions such as fear, Fang Tian nodded in his heart.

This nod was for the two magicians from last night. They were sensible and didn't "popularize" some messy things to the teenager.Otherwise, it will make him very boring.

"Yes, Uncle is very powerful. How about it? Do you want to betray your family and become Uncle's disciple?" Fang Tian said with a smile.

"Uncle, you are joking!" The young man shook his head, "I like Uncle very much, but the teacher is also very kind to me. Hehe, and, Uncle, if I really betrayed my family, how dare you accept me?" Be a disciple?"

"You're right, but I really don't dare." Fang Tian nodded, "So, I can only envy your teacher. It's not easy to recruit a good student these days."

Like the four warriors last night, Jin Duolai also lay down on his gun, looking at the sky speechlessly...

The actions of the next few people are naturally based on Fang Tian, ​​and Fang Tian's goal is to go shopping.

These vendors who can come to participate in the rally, although some of the things they bring out are ordinary goods, but to be honest, these things are not popular at this kind of rally, or to put it further, not only are they not popular, but they are even more neglected. People take a second look, let alone take care of business.

So the small stalls are mostly deserted, and they won't last long. It's not so much that they come to participate in the rally, it's more like joining in the fun, or soy sauce. ——It’s mostly something newcomers do, and very few people display those things for two or three consecutive terms.

But the problem is, newcomers are like leeks, every five years, there will be a lot of stubble in each session.

Of course, these are all small problems. Dadamu Lake has a very wide area, and its four sides are grasslands. The stalls that can be accommodated can be described as infinite.Which stalls are worth visiting, and which stalls are not, the eyes of the merchants who sell goods are very poisonous.

As for Fang Tian, ​​he can visit at will.

Sometimes, he would go up to take a look at stalls that have no special features at all, but at this time, he would mostly chat with the stall owner.And with the "guard of honor" beside him now, the person being questioned is naturally flattered, but if asked, he really knows everything and can say everything.

Jin Duolai has just been promoted from level [-] to level [-]. With the remaining prestige after the promotion (in fact, he has just reached a new level, the transformation of body and mind, especially the improvement of spiritual power is still in progress), at first glance, many low-level magicians and warriors In his eyes, he might be more imposing than any ninth-level magician.

Speaking of which, even the young man with a quasi-fa teacher stared at Jin Duo for a long time when he first came here, the envy in his eyes was beyond words.

Almost all magic apprentices, as long as they have a little knowledge, know that the sixth level and the seventh level are completely two kinds of existence.The sixth level may have been stagnant and unable to advance, but after breaking the seventh level, there is almost no obstacle before the ninth level, it just depends on whether there is enough time.

Moreover, in the lower ecological chain, the seventh-level magician is already an out-and-out big shot.

If Fang Tian hadn’t started the lecture on Journey to the West and caused an uproar, and there would not have been a series of chances and coincidences to become a mage and become a Dafa later, he would not even have to reach the ninth level of magic apprenticeship, it would be the seventh level, and he would only be at the seventh level for the rest of his life , I guess he will be very satisfied.

Of course, this is based on the state of mind at that level.

If that's the case, it is estimated that he will go further and further on the line of "daily life", decorate his little life properly, and bring many small inventions, small creations and so on from his previous life with him. Come here, and then develop the Fenglin Mercenary Group into a Fenglin Merchant Group that is a bit weird for the natives.

But that degree is very difficult to grasp.

Maybe life went smoothly, maybe at some point in a certain year, he suddenly offended a certain eighth or ninth-level magician because of the chamber of commerce, and then he either lost his money and avoided disaster, was depressed, or died directly, or maybe he took shelter of a certain magician. Some small and medium-sized families became members of its extended forces.

That's all possible.

Moreover, these routes are often determined by external opportunities and have little to do with one's own talents.

From another perspective, it can also be said that if ten or one hundred of the original Fangtians are put here and scattered all over the mainland, most of their future achievements and life paths will be different, even if they all have Ninth-level inheritance, it is not ruled out that some of them will not be able to break through the sixth level in their lifetime.

Therefore, the current Fang Tian, ​​if there are no special circumstances, most of the encounters around him will be treated as some form of "another self". .

It was the same with Nanfeng Damu and the two they met in the desert before, and the same is true of Jin Duolai now.

But with their own conditions, to be honest, a year ago, Fang Tian probably would have looked down upon them.It was even more so when Jin Duolai was accepted as a student last night.

In Yanhuang City, or to further narrow the scope, in the Yanhuang City Magician Association, regardless of aptitude, character, or hard work, etc., it is better than gold. Is it good to come out of Taiwan?

But then again, when he was in the association, he gave pointers to those below as he could, and he had no secrets. Although he didn't accept any students, from the actual situation, there was no big difference, that is, It's just a matter of name.

As for status, the one who accepted Jin Duolai at this time was not the city lord of Yanhuang City and the "Son of God" Fang Tian, ​​but just an unknown passer-by magician.

As for Xiaodong Xiaoxi and the boy in front of him, Fang Tian has a different attitude. ——Generally speaking, he likes these young people who are less contaminated, or in other words, he will instinctively appreciate any life in a state of "initial shaggy hair".

Not only people, but even a small grass is no exception.

Fang Tian felt that he was invisibly "infected" by the existence in the "dream". From this perspective, those people called him the "Son of God" were really right.

When he walked to a stall with fruit trees and other things, Fang Tian even saw something familiar from his previous life.

watermelon!

Of course, it is definitely not called watermelon here, the stall owner calls it "shagua".Hearing the name, Fang Tian knew without asking, that this thing probably grew on the edge of the desert, that is, the border area between the desert and the prairie when he came here before.

Then I asked the stall owner, and sure enough.

However, compared with the watermelon in the previous life, this sand melon is not very attractive, except for the vaguely similar patterns and roots, in terms of size, this sand melon is only the size of a fist, and it is a baby's fist.The biggest one in the bunch was no more than a grown man's fist.

I guess it doesn't taste that good either.

Hey, it needs improvement.

But thinking of the two little girls at home, Fang Tian's heart moved. ——Is this considered a good fruit?

In fact, when we were in Fenglin before, especially when the "Gourmet Island" was built later, Fang Tian thought about getting some fruit trees to satisfy the two little girls and the little guys in the courtyard.It's just that the pears are too sour, the jujubes are too small, the grapes are only suitable for making wine, and the bananas...

Well, the wild banana, the wild banana is full of seeds, it is not edible at all, if it is not long, Fang Tian even wonders if it is a pomegranate in disguise.

As for the mountain apples, Fang Tian saw them in the compound when he first arrived, but they were not for eating at all, but for seasoning. At least those little guys like Little Berg and Little Dick would eat them most of the time. won't touch.

Seeing this Shagua at this time, Fang Tian had some ideas.

Cultivating this thing, or directional cultivation, should be easier than those things?There is no need to think about seedless watermelons, but it may not be difficult to make sand melons from the size of a fist to tens of catties each?

"Young man, do you have any money on you? Treat me to a sandmelon, and the uncle will teach you a magic trick." Fang Tian said to the young man who was poking his head around the stall.

"Really? Uncle, you have to keep what you say!" The young man was overjoyed when he heard this.

But A Dong Asi and Jin Duo, who had just been accepted as students by Fang Tian, ​​could only be speechless after hearing Fang Tian's words. ——Boss, don’t be biased like this, okay?We are heartbroken after watching it!Could it be that poor qualifications (Jin Duolai) and warriors (Adong and Assi) won't have human rights?

The young man touched his body happily and came out with a golden coin. He is still a rich man.

"Hey, stall owner, how much is it?" The boy weighed the biggest sandmelon in his hand.

Although Fang Tian saw this sand melon for the first time in the past few days, the stall owner didn't sell it as a rare item.As I said before, this is just an ordinary small stall, and the person pushing the stall is only a third-level martial artist. From this alone, you can know the grade of this stall.

In front of the "big shots" in this line, the stall owner certainly dare not play any tricks.

"Mr. Hui Xiao, if you want to buy it, you only need one silver coin for one." The stall owner said, and even faintly felt distressed when he said this. If you dare to increase the price casually, just forget it like those small ones.

In fact, one silver coin is not cheap.

In terms of purchasing power at the time when Shifangtian came, a silver coin was roughly equivalent to 25 yuan.At that time, whoever brings a low-quality watermelon and asks for 25 yuan will be lucky if he is not beaten to death.But at this time, of course, they cannot be compared.

This is indeed not a rare item, but for this small stall, it should be considered a "quite valuable" item.

"Here, take six!" The boy slapped the gold coins over.

The boy didn't bargain, and Fang Tian didn't say anything.

The other five people didn't dare to interrupt casually at this time. ——Just kidding, this is not an ordinary purchase, okay? (to be continued~^~)