Seeing that Zhou Yang nodded in agreement, the people in Wanjie Lou were all excited. If they worked for Wanjie Lou, they might become immortals one day and live forever.
"Shop owner, do you have any requirements for this dimension agent?" the Caucasian man from Resident Evil asked again, his eyes full of passion.
Didn't you hear the shop owner say that he would not be recruiting interns for the time being? That meant that he would be recruiting after some time!
There were no idiots among the people who came to Wanjie Lou. From Zhou Yang's words, they could understand the underlying meaning. If they could become the dimension agent, perhaps the next time they recruited interns, the dimension agent would definitely be the top choice.
Requirements?
Zhou Yang shook his head gently. In terms of age requirements, in the world of The Heaven Sword and Dragon Sabre, Zhou Yang's ideal dimension agent was Zhang Sanfeng. He was already more than a hundred years old. Moreover, in the face of the Raging Python Disaster, Zhou Yang would naturally choose the green python first. How could he define appearance?
However, in Zhou Yang's heart, there was a requirement. That was that the dimension agent must have a certain level of self-protection. With the popularity of the identity of the dimension agent, it was hard to guarantee that some people would take the risk and kill the original dimension agent to increase their own chances of getting promoted.
"When will the shop owner start choosing?" A martial artist from The Smiling, Proud Pugilistic World looked at Zhou Yang eagerly. Now that he had confirmed the recruitment of the dimension agent, his little heart could not help but pound. He felt that his chances of being chosen were too slim. But what if he was chosen again?
"From today onwards, all the representatives who are interested in participating in the Plane Competition, submit your resume to the Myriad World Tavern. It's also a self-introduction. You can choose your identity as a plane representative, whether it's confidential or public," Zhou Yang said calmly.
When some people heard this, their expressions changed. They naturally thought of something, but they still could not stop the passion in their hearts.
Some of Wanjie Lou's customers hurriedly paid the value points and rushed back to prepare their resumes.
Seeing that there were only a few customers left in Wanjie Lou, Zhou Yang shook his head. There were only one or two agents in each world. At most, there would not be more than three. After all, a world did not need too many agents.
Moreover, ordinary martial artists had no advantage in choosing the plane's agent.
If an ordinary martial artist and a leader of a sect submitted their resumes at the same time, Zhou Yang would naturally choose the latter, which was more likely.
The Plane Agent's purpose was to allow Zhou Yang to quickly mobilize the resources of that world. The stronger one's background and strength, the more efficient it would be.
Zhou Yang had still underestimated the attractiveness of a plane agent to these people. In their eyes, even if they had a name on Wanjie Lou, it would be a great opportunity for them to be connected to immortality.
After returning to their own worlds, the literati of those worlds became very popular. Most of the people who practiced martial arts only had a rough understanding of literature. As for how to write a resume that could attract Wanjie Lou, they naturally took great pains and racked their brains, but they could not think of a way. They could only choose some literati and ask them to help them polish it.
Less than ten minutes after these people left, some people rushed to submit their resumes. Then they stood aside and looked at Zhou Yang, waiting for the results of the resumes.
Looking at the dozen or so Jianghu people standing in front of him, Zhou Yang smiled slightly bitterly. You are too impatient. He naturally chose the best of the best. Now he had just informed all the planes, so he naturally would not make a decision so quickly.
"You don't need to wait here. Within three days, Wanjie Lou will definitely inform us. You can go back and wait patiently," Zhou Yang said.
Some of them looked back every few steps, as if they were reluctant to part ways.
There were even some people who ran up to Gao Yao and asked him what kind of work he needed to do. Once Gaoyao wanted to do something, there would be four or five people rushing to help in an instant.
After placing a box for throwing resumes in Wanjie Lou, Zhou Yang continued to study his Maoshan Taoist techniques.
The Maoshan Taoist techniques traded by Ninth Uncle were not profound at all. They were more about using some tools to capture ghosts and subdue demons. Zhou Yang did not use his value points to cultivate, because the value points spent and the increase in strength were not proportional at all.
Although the Maoshan Taoist techniques were only simple Taoist techniques, Zhou Yang still comprehended them with relish. After all, this Maoshan Taoist technique was the first secret technique that Zhou Yang had cultivated.
Whether it was the Nine Yang Sutra or the Buddha's Palm, they were all poured into his mind by the system. Although it was very satisfying, there was no sense of accomplishment.
"Hmm?" Zhou Yang shook his somewhat stiff body and found that Cao Cao, Lü Bu, and Jia Xu were standing next to him at some point, waiting quietly.
The legs of Cao Cao and the other two were trembling slightly. Looking at the three of them, they must have been there for a long time.
"Meng De, Feng Xian, Wen He, sit." Zhou Yang pointed to the few stools next to him and said.
The three of them looked at each other and hesitated for a while before sitting down.
"What's the matter?" Zhou Yang asked.
"We also want to ask about the plane agent." Cao Cao was the first to speak. Cao Cao, Jia Xu, and Lü Bu looked at Zhou Yang expectantly. The three of them were naturally a little envious of the plane agent.
Zhou Yang did not answer and asked, "How's your cultivation of the Nine Yang Sutra?"
When the three of them heard this, they looked embarrassed. Jia Xu said, "Lord Imperial Preceptor, Guo Fengxiao is the only one who has cultivated a little bit of true qi. The rest of the cavalry camp has not cultivated any true qi."
Zhou Yang nodded and did not find it strange. The Nine Yang Sutra was a new cultivation system in the late Han Dynasty and the Three Kingdoms.
It made it difficult for Lü Bu and the other generals who tempered their bodies to adapt. Meridians, Dantian, Minor Heavenly Cycle, these terms, they could only slowly understand through the information left behind by Zhou Yang and the explanations of some imperial doctors.
Most of them were already in their thirties and had missed the best age for cultivation. As for the soldiers of the Hussar Battalion, it was even more tragic. More than half of them were illiterate, so there was no difference between them and the esoteric Nine Yang Sutra as if they were reading a heavenly book.
"Try your best to understand the Nine Yang Sutra. If there's anything you don't understand, you can ask Guo Fengxiao. Even if you can't cultivate qi, it's okay. I'll think of a way in the future." Zhou Yang said. After all, Cao Cao and the others were elites selected from a cruel world. It was worth Zhou Yang's resources to invest in them.
"As for Wanjie Lou's agent, you're already considered Wanjie Lou's people. There's no need for you to participate in any agent." Zhou Yang smiled.
When Cao Cao and the others heard this, they were pleasantly surprised. Ever since Zhou Yang left, he had not returned to the Imperial College for more than ten days. They all thought that Zhou Yang had forgotten about them. Now that they heard Zhou Yang's promise, they were naturally relieved.
After sending off Cao Cao and the others, Zhou Yang saw Ximen Chui Xue, dressed in white, walking in with a cold expression.
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