Just after dawn the next day, Zhang Qingjiu appeared in the yard.
Everyone in Jianjiayuan had already become accustomed to her behavior of getting up early and going out, and as for her male attire... they were no longer surprised.
Yunque stepped forward and said, "Miss, are you going to the Prince's Mansion?"
"I'm not going, I'm not going." Zhang Qingjiu smiled slightly and shook his head, "I'm going out to do something else."
Yunque, who was about to ask someone to prepare the car, was stunned for a moment, but she quickly realized, "Where is the lady going?"
"I just walk around by myself without anyone following me." Zhang Qingjiu waved his hand. When he came to the door, he turned around and took a look. There was no one there today where a figure usually stood.
Zhang Qingjiu narrowed his eyes and walked out of the Prime Minister's Mansion with a smile.
The markets in Shangjing City have been recuperating for hundreds of years and are naturally a prosperous scene.
Although it was still early in the morning, the teahouses in the north and south were already very busy, with hawkers and people walking around, making it very lively.
Zhang Qingjiu walked all the way to the busiest South Street, walked up to a shop, and raised his eyebrows.
As soon as the waiter at the door saw her, his eyes lit up and he came over to greet her, "Sir, do you want some clothes? The shop has all kinds of styles. Please come in quickly."
Zhang Qingjiu looked at his attentive appearance, smiled lightly, and walked in with his hands behind his back.
After a while, I saw a figure dressed in black and wearing a black gauze hat coming out of the shop. After a few turns, he merged into the vast sea of people.
At the door, the waiter looked at the departing figure and scratched his head, a flash of doubt in his eyes.
Someone came over from the side and said, "San'er, what are you doing now? Why don't you come and greet the customers in the store quickly?"
The waiter who was called San'er frowned and walked over muttering, "That's weird."
"What's weird?" the person next to me asked.
"The young man in white clothes that I just called in, he..."
"Didn't he just leave? He changed into black clothes and picked up a black gauze hat? What? Didn't he pay any money?" the man replied, his eyes immediately became nervous.
"No." There was a flash of confusion in San'er's eyes, and finally he sighed, "Forget it, let's not talk anymore, I'll go greet the guests."
How was he going to tell others that even though she knew it was the same person, he felt that the young man in white before entering the store was completely different from the young man in black just after he left?
If he really wants to talk about it, the shopkeeper might think that his eyesight is not good, right?
The person who caused the waiter to be so confused had not gone far at this moment. He was seen blending into the crowd, first looked around, and then walked straight to a stall with only a few people there.
Perhaps there were too many people coming and going, but few stopped, so the stall owner yawned with his eyes half-squinted, looking extra careless.
After the man in the hat actually sat down, he seemed to be startled for a moment, and then he immediately sat up straight, with a bright smile on his face, his eyes shining brightly, and he said in an passionate tone: "This young master, Xiaoxian.
I know everything about astronomy and geography from afar. I can predict your marriage and future for the young master from a short distance. I can get a glimpse of past and present lives from a distance. If the family is uneasy and strange things happen frequently, there should be solutions to choose from! I wonder what the young master wants to do?"
"Your business is quite extensive." The man curled his lips.
Although the stall owner didn't quite understand what the word "business" meant, he got the idea. He immediately smiled and said, "Ah, people who have to travel all over the world will respond to their requests."
"Any request will be accepted." The man nodded slightly and sighed, "Then I want to rent your stall, will you agree?"
"?" The sudden words made the stall owner completely stunned. It took him a long time to react, "What? Rent, rent a stall? What do you mean?"
"How about I rent your shop for five taels of silver a day?" The man curled his lips and took out a piece of silver from his arms.
When the stall owner saw the silver, his eyes instantly lit up. He swallowed and scratched his messy hair, "Really, really?"
"This kind of thing is clear in the sky, why would I lie to you?" The man pushed the silver in front of him forward again.
"Well, okay, I'll give you my stall for the time being." Seeing the heavy white money, the stall owner grabbed it and said, "This is ten taels, that's two days, don't regret it!"
Hearing these words, the man seemed stunned for a moment, then smiled softly and said, "I won't regret it."
When the stall owner saw the man nodding, he immediately put the money into his arms with a smile on his face and packed his things, "Then you have to do it well. You can do whatever you want with the things here, but don't destroy my Zhang Daxian sign!"
"Don't worry, it can't be smashed." The man narrowed his eyes and sat down where he left.
The stall owner watched for a while and saw that he didn't even take off his bamboo hat. His eyes flashed and he gritted his teeth and said, "Then I'll give it to you. I'm leaving."
"Yeah." The man smiled slightly and waved to him.
After he left, the man glanced at the wind flag next to him, raised his eyebrows, and reached out to take the pen, ink, paper and inkstone beside him. With a few strokes, the three characters "Zhang Xiaoxian" with flying phoenixes appeared on it.
Yes, this person who is unrecognizable when he goes in and out, and who wants to rent a magic stick shop, is none other than Zhang Qingjiu.
Looking at the erected flag, Zhang Qingjiu's eyes flashed, he hesitated, and then took off the hat.
Although her face was still the same at this moment, she had cast a spell so that even if Chu Feng, Zhang Tailiu and others passed by her, they would not be able to recognize her if she didn't want to.
As the saying goes - there are thousands of people with thousands of faces, but Zhang Qingjiu is not the only one.
But this technique also has some drawbacks...
And if there is enough Yang Qi, it is nothing, but if there is no Yang Qi, if you want to maintain it, you have to use the power of the soul.
Now Zhang Qingjiu naturally doesn't have much energy, so he has to use up his soul power, just to open the business as soon as possible, so as not to make more money than lose money.
Fortunately, after a while, someone came over in front of the stall.
The person who came was an old man wearing brown clothes. He was in ragged clothes and had a very sad look on his face.
The old man came to the stall and sat down slowly. He glanced at Zhang Qingjiu, his cloudy eyes filled with confusion, "Hey, aren't you Zhang Daxian?"
"I am Zhang Xiaoxian." Zhang Qingjiu smiled slightly, "What do you want to ask me?"
"Ah, no matter whether it is a great immortal or a small immortal, as long as it can help my old man find the pig at home, he is a good immortal." The old man waved his hands and sounded melancholy.
Zhang Qingjiu's mouth twitched: "Looking for a pig?"
There is a rule in the Qi Generating Technique. Once the flag is pulled and the inference is opened, you are not allowed to infer the people who come and go at will. Otherwise, it will be regarded as breaking the rules of the inference world.
Although some people will secretly violate it for their own selfish purposes, Zhang Qingjiu claims that he has always abided by his duties and never forgotten his original intention and rules since he entered Taoism.
But she really didn't expect that the first derivation object she received would be a pig?!