I open a restaurant in Xiujie

March spring, Longmen month.

Winter is over, spring is revived, broken snow drifts down from the mountains along with the gurgling river, and the land of Qixia puts on new clothes again.

It is also a time of celebration among the people. Every family cleans the snow in front of the door, and those with small savings change their children into new clothes.

Wealthy merchants like the previous Bai family prepared gold, silver, jewelry, and rare treasures collected from all over the place early, and queued up to the mountain gate to hand in the post, waiting eagerly for the fairy to come to the door and test the aptitude of the children in the family.

Even if no child is selected, just a few pills in the immortal elder's hands will be enough to prolong their lives!

These merchants have a very wide network of folks, and they can often collect some rare and good things, so various sects are often willing to send people there-leaving a little cheap medicine at hand can take away all kinds of treasures that the other party has collected throughout the year. Baby, why not do it.

The two parties have their own gains, and they are tacit to each other. This model has gradually become an unspoken rule, which has continued in the Longmen month year after year.

Only this year, things got a little weirder.

In the east of Qingzhou, there is a wealthy businessman named Chen, whose family is rich and rich. After being tired of eating, drinking and playing, he wants to try to cultivate immortals more and more these years, so he spends great efforts to search for strange things that may attract the attention of immortals in the world. Go out, and finally let him collect a few genuine items.

He happily contacted the nearby mountain gate, and was full of ambition to prepare for mountaineering practice. He even gave himself several titles, but he waited and waited, and the immortal leader just didn't come.

The wealthy businessman surnamed Chen sat on the rug every day, listening to the servants rush in and report: "Patriarch, there is a fairy with a sword in the sky, coming towards us!"

The wealthy businessman was overjoyed: "Quick, go out and meet him!"

A group of people screamed, Wu Yangyang rushed out of the gate.

However, Yu Jian's fairy figure flashed across the sky above their house, setting off a whirlwind, and disappeared into the sky in the blink of an eye.

A lonely rich businessman rubbed his sweaty head, looked up at the strong sun in the sky in disappointment, and comforted himself: "It seems that I'm just passing by, I'm fine, the person who picks me up is still behind."

So I went home and waited in peace, but not long after, the servant rushed in again screaming: "Patriarch, Immortal Master!"

After so many times, the rich businessman really couldn't move.He hugged his big belly, sweating profusely, and panting: "No way... move my seat to the yard... I don't believe it, there are so many immortal masters, no one came to pick me up of?"

A group of people packed up one after another and waited peacefully outside the courtyard.

So they watched one after another silver light whizzing by in the sky, the air waves blew the clouds into fringe shapes, and from time to time, a bright flying shuttle passed by, trailing a string of meteor-like brilliance on its tail.

The wealthy businessman who waited for nothing: "..."

He was extremely distressed and puzzled——

There are too many fairy masters passing by in the past few days, and they are all heading in one direction. They are all in a state of anxiety, as if they are too late to make it in time.

What happened in the east to attract so many immortal masters?

……

Luo Town in Qingzhou was already packed at the moment.

...yet magically orderly.

The stalls on Xianyou Street are still there, but another long street has been temporarily built on the side. There are no shops built on the long street, but wooden tables are simply placed on the long street.

As soon as the monks gathered from all over the world, they rushed to the dignitaries of Yu's restaurant, but they failed to pick up the child they were looking for immediately, but were led by Yu Xiaotan to this long street, Assigned to a wooden table, a sign.

Yu Xiaotan said with a smile: "Everyone, don't worry, go and fill out a form first, and when the basic information is collected, our Luozhen talent recruitment fair will start immediately."

Talent fair?

what is that?

The monks of all sects were dumbfounded.

They held wooden signs in a daze, and under the guidance of Chen Yufeng and Bai Junda, they wrote brief introductions of each case and put them up in front of the table.Bai Junda sent each of them a blank paper with many questions written on it, asking them to fill in one by one.

【The way of practice that this sect is best at is__】

【In this job fair, I hope to recruit talents in __ field】

[The lower age limit for accepting disciples in this sect is __, and the upper limit is __]

【…】

There are many kinds of problems, and on the basis of a comprehensive understanding of the needs of each case, the privacy of each case is avoided to the greatest extent.

After filling out these forms, the monks of various sects were also amazed - they had no clear purpose at first, they just held the idea of ​​robbing one more person if they could, but now after filling out the form, they seemed to have a precise idea in their hearts. The outline of what you really want.

Many people looked at the questionnaire and at the conspicuous wooden sign erected in front of the table, and gradually felt a little bit of meaning.

You must know that in the past, the sect recruited disciples, waiting for someone to come to the door, accepting them if they were suitable, and rushing back if they were not suitable. The way to be good at is not consistent, so should I accept it or not?

There are also some sects who specialize in one discipline and have achieved great success in this discipline, but their reputation is not outstanding because of their partiality.If the reputation cannot be established, talents cannot be attracted, newcomers cannot improve their cultivation base, there will be faults within the sect, and their own inheritance will be in jeopardy.

Moreover, the sect's acceptance of apprentices is often restricted by region, and most of the people it attracts are teenagers and girls within the influence of the sect. After all, for these young children, the Dragon Gate Moon is also an annual event, and many people would rather not go to the famous sect. Dazong Dazong, looking for a decent sect near his family, also wants to get in touch with the exercises as soon as possible and embark on the road of cultivation.

Such various "information asymmetry" phenomena make Longmen Moon a blind man and a elephant every year. Both parties are betting on luck - betting on being able to receive a suitable apprentice, betting on meeting a suitable sect.

But now this "job fair" in front of everyone has seen a bright new model.

But having said that, it is because Tayu can limit the disputes between monks that this model becomes a reality. If job fairs are held in other places, monks must first fight to the death.

After about a stick of incense, Chen Yufeng and others turned back again and used the technique of rubbing to make dozens of copies of the blank paper filled out by each sect.

After waiting for a while, the door of Yu's Academy finally opened.

The monks who had been waiting for a long time rushed forward, but they were stopped back seriously by Yu Xiaotan who came out of the door: "Everyone sit in their seats, don't disturb the order! If you want to recruit disciples, wait for the children to choose by themselves." !"

A few people didn't want to abide by the rules, and insisted on rushing forward. When Ji Chuchen glanced at them from a distance, they felt like a sword was on their backs, sharp to the bone, and cold sweat dripped down.

Yu Xiaotan shouted again: "Within a stick of incense, those who have not returned to their seats will be disqualified for recruitment. I will do what I say!"

The sects looked at each other, hesitated for a moment, and finally returned to their wooden tables.

One by one the children came out of the door.

They all had masks on their faces, and on the masks were cast the ancient fairy art that Yu Xiaotan took out from the hands of Uncle Wang and the man in Tsing Yi, which could shield the children's breath, body shape, voice, appearance and appearance.

The various sects looked around eagerly, but saw that the children had a stack of blank papers in their hands—it was the questionnaire they had filled out before—the goals were very clear, and they scattered and rushed to different wooden tables.

In front of the wooden table, the Zongmen was very happy to welcome the child. Just as he was about to laugh and embrace him, he saw the child in front of him raised his masked face and said very seriously: "Excuse me, if I worship you My sect, can I practice in both ways?"

"Your faction said in the introduction that they are good at formations. I would like to ask the head of the immortals, how many levels are the most advanced formation cultivators of your sect now?"

"I heard that your sect has strict rules and regulations. May I ask how soon new disciples can return home to visit relatives, and how long can they go at a time?"

Many questions came oncoming, and all the monks were dumbfounded immediately.

The questions the children asked were not sharp, but they had never seen such a situation!

Those who came to apprentice before, who didn't beg grandpa to sue grandma, didn't dare to ask a word after entering the mountain gate, what was arranged?

But after a short while, the monks also calmed down, thinking that they are indeed geniuses who can cause visions of heaven and earth, and their meticulous thoughts and courage are far beyond ordinary people.

They patiently answered the children one by one, watched the children in front of them think seriously, nodded, and then...

Turn around and run to the next wooden table.

All monks:? ? ?

At this time, there was also a row of small wooden tables in Yu's school dormitory.

Yu Xiaotan, Ji Chuchen, Qiongqing, Uncle Wang and the others sat side by side. From time to time, a child came back from the door with a blank paper in his hand and walked towards them.

On the white paper was a line of large characters:

【Personal Apprentice Wish Letter】

The first child who came back walked up to Ji Chuchen and handed over the wish letter. After Ji Chuchen took it, he glanced at it and said with a smile, "Mysterious wood sect? This is a good choice. They have studied wood-type spiritual arts a lot Shen, there are also a few elders with good attainments...but why didn't you choose the Minzumen? Their wood-type exercises are also of high quality, which is enough to support you to cultivate to the Nascent Soul."

The child rubbed the back of his head and said with a wry smile: "Brother Xianjian, the Heshuimen only promised me the quota of elite disciples, but the Xuanmu Sect promised me to join the sect of the third elder and directly become a core disciple, so I think..."

Ji Chuchen's long-sleeved fingers tapped on the table, and after pondering for a moment, he picked up a pen and lightly drew a cross on the white paper.

He returned the blank paper to the child, and said softly: "Don't be impatient, don't be blinded by the benefits that are easily promised. The third head of the Xuanmu Sect is old, and his cultivation base has not improved for hundreds of years. Dozens of disciples have been killed, but the famous ones are gone."

"There is still plenty of time, learn more about the situation, and make plans later."