In the lively spirit beast market, all kinds of regular spirit beasts for sale were obediently squatting in their own glass cabinets, eating the exquisite feed prepared by the merchants and waiting for their owners.
This was Songhai city's largest spirit beast market, where you could buy almost any spirit beast you wanted.
Spirit beasts below level five didn't need a license, and only needed to provide proof of their realm. Spirit beasts below the Golden Core stage could be directly taken home after paying.
Spirit beasts of the fifth grade and above were mostly large spirit beasts, in other words, between the fourth grade and the first grade.
In addition to having a certain realm, cultivators also needed to provide a professional pet trainer's qualification certificate.
A high realm didn't mean that one had the ability to control and treat spirit beasts well.
In modern society, spirit beasts and cultivators actually had an equal relationship.
The seller of the spirit beast actually played the role of an intermediary.
Apart from the cost of the spirit beast's feed, there was also the intermediary fee and the monthly rent for the store's maintenance.
Of course, the largest proportion of this money was still the spirit beast's employment fee.
It was said to buy a spirit beast.
In fact, it was to hire a spirit beast to fight for you, and the money was transferred to the hired spirit beast's exclusive account.
High-level spirit beasts had spiritual intelligence and knew how to trade and enjoy life.
So it wasn't strange for modern cultivators to see some transformed spirit beasts appear in the downtown area.
Of course, there were also permanent employment buyouts.
A contract had to be signed between the employer and the spirit beast.
The contract would last until the employer had no descendants and was unable to inherit the spirit beast, or until the spirit beast died.
Such an equal and strict cultivation system would have been unimaginable in ancient times.
Standing in this huge spirit beast market, Zhang Zipei felt as if it had been a lifetime since he was here, hearing the clamor of people and the cries of spirit beasts.
A few days ago, he and Li Xian had watched a classic movie called The Shawshank Redemption.
In it was an old man who had been locked up in prison for decades.
After he was released, he couldn't adapt to the modern world.
In the end, the old man chose to hang himself in the hotel where he was staying.
Seeing this scene, Zhang Zipei and Li Xian also found two ropes.
When Wei Zhi opened the door.
He saw the two of them hanging from the rafters and chatting …
They were the immortal experts of eternity.
In some sense, they were quite lonely.
That scene had left a deep impression on Wei Zhi.
He felt that these two strange uncles were performing some kind of performance art.
But Wang Ling now needed Li Xian and Zhang Zipei to adapt to modern life.
Therefore, the two of them were also working hard to learn and adapt.
"Little Zhi."
The two of them were walking happily.
Suddenly, Zhang Zi called out to Wei Zhi.
"What's wrong, Senior?" Wei Zhi revealed a puzzled expression.
"Go ahead. I want to sit by this fountain for a while. I haven't seen so many people in a long time. "Zhang Zi secretly sighed.
"Alright." Wei Zhi nodded and readily agreed. Before he left, he exhorted, "Senior, don't take other people's things …"
"Don't worry, this old man is now the Anti-Pickpocketing Group's consultant. You have to set an example, "Zhang Zizi replied.
Wei Zhi was relieved. He saw Zhang Zisteal sitting by the spring alone. He stared at it for a few seconds before leaving.
Although he felt that he still did not know what kind of person Zhang Ziqin was.
But from the back view.
He felt that Zhang Zitie and Li Xian, the two new uncles, must have their own stories!
…
Standing by the fountain, Zhang Ziqin sensed the people in the downtown area and was lost in thought.
Modern cultivation society seemed a lot smaller than it had been in ancient times, but the people in front of him were condensed from ancient times, and Zhang Ziqin's thoughts couldn't help but wander back to a long, long time ago.
As he settled down, he constantly reflected on what he had done in the past.
Even if it was all smoke in the past and he could never return to it.
After sitting quietly for a while, Zhang Ziqin received a call from Li Xian. "Brother Ziqin, where are you now? Why did you leave me for the meeting and sneak out on your own? "
Zhang Ziqin snickered. "I'm going out for a stroll with little friend Wei Zhi. The world is so big, I also want to explore it."
"It's like this: I received a request for help from Battle Sect. They need to investigate a Man of Thousand Faces." Li Xian told Zhang Ziqin everything that Grenade-Throwing Senior Immortal had told him.
"Everyone sees a different face, right?" Zhang Ziqin frowned.
"Yes. Because we don't know the identity of this Man of Thousand Faces, Student Sun is very troubled. You know, that girl has a good relationship with Ling Zhenren. If we can help, maybe we can get Miss Sun to put in a good word for us. "
"I understand." Zhang Ziqin nodded.
When it came to the ways of the world, he and Li Xian were both wily old foxes, and didn't need to say much.
"So what can you think of? A spell that can make everyone see a different face? Is this a kind of illusion? "Li Xian thought that he had a lot of experience, but he had never heard of such a magic art.
The main thing was that everyone saw a different face, and even Li Xian himself couldn't tell. He stared at the screenshot for a long time, and realized that the person in the picture was a little loli in white stockings … which was different from what everyone else saw.
"What the hell, there's actually a rumor in Battle Sect that I'm a lolicon, and I'm not a Paladin." Li Xian dropped his forehead into his hand, feeling a headache coming on.
"…"
Zhang Ziqin pinched his chin and thought for a while before saying, "This old man has thought of a spell, but it's from ancient times …"
"An ancient spell? How is that possible? "Li Xian was astonished.
"Although the probability is very low, this old man doesn't think it's completely impossible. Dao Ancestor Wang may have locked up so many people in the picture, but this old man still believes that there must be people he missed out. "
"Brother Ziqin, do you mean that apart from us, there are still people among those ancient experts who are still alive today? And who are still living in seclusion in the human world? "
"It's just a guess. There's no conclusive evidence. "
Zhang Ziqin said, "But this is a little troublesome. To be able to cast that kind of illusion spell, one has to be at least an Earth Ancestor. But why would an Earth Ancestor look for a little girl to make a deal? This old man can't figure it out no matter how much I think about it. "
Things were getting interesting.
Actually, Zhang Ziqin felt that rather than doing this kind of mindless investigation, it would be faster to directly ask Jiang Yingying.
"Directly ask Miss Jiang? That's not very good … "
"It's just a secret investigation. Since Miss Jiang has already met him once, I'm sure she will meet him again. "
Zhang Ziqin said, "Tonight, Brother Li Xian, let's go to Miss Jiang's house to take a look."
"The cultivation community in modern society has wall-penetrating alarms. If we use the wall-penetrating technique, we'll be discovered …" Li Xian was worried.
"Who said we're going to go through the wall?"
Zhang Ziqin laughed. "Just pick the lock and it'll be over."
This was.
This was his old profession …
Li Xian was shocked. "Aren't you an anti-pickpocketing consultant now …"
Zhang Ziqin said, "This is called familiarization. If I don't practice for a long time, my hands will be rusty. If I'm rusty as a consultant, how can I be a consultant for others? "
Li Xian: "…"
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