Zhuge Mingming looked at the four people and said: "But do you know that the apprenticeship period actually has four realms and twelve levels. In addition to the traditional three realms of junior, middle and high apprentices, there is also the realm of peak apprentice.

But not all professions have this final pinnacle. Especially for some of the new professions nowadays, most senior apprentices in the ninth level have reached the top and must join the job and make a transfer.

The reason why the Immortal Way is known as a good path is because all paths related to the Immortal Way have at least the tenth level. The legendary orthodox Qi Practitioner inheritance can reach the peak of the Twelfth Level of Qi Training before changing professions.

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And with every additional level of apprenticeship, you gain more knowledge, and the road ahead will be easier, and the road ahead will be broader and stronger.

From this aspect, the paths related to immortality are indeed good paths. But..."

At this point, Zhuge Ming paused for a moment, looked at the three of them, and then continued: "But potential is one thing, being able to succeed is another.

Any profession in the Immortal Way is extremely difficult to follow, and many paths are almost dead. Let alone the inheritance of high-level professions, there are not many inheritances at one level, and our Jingle official does not have them anyway.

If you choose this, you will be an apprentice for almost your whole life.

It is said that if the inheritance of immortality had not been suddenly cut off during the Warring States Period, there would not have been the subsequent contending of a hundred schools of thought, and there would not have been the rise of today's professionals.

The reason for this is because the four paths of ancient immortals, Buddhas, demons and demons suddenly disappeared, and the road ahead was cut off. The sages were forced to have no choice but to break through the thorns and create a new path, and they gained a lot of unexpected rewards."

"Is there such a secret?" Lu Wenguang sighed.

Zhang Buyi's eyes flickered when he heard this. No wonder Yang Liyang was so envious of Zhuge Ming's status even though he disliked him. After all, this knowledge alone was much better than theirs.

"Wait a minute, a hundred schools of thought contended only after the four ancient paths were extinct? Why is this? Is it only us in Daxia who are like this?" Zhang Buyi said in confusion.

Zhuge Ming shook his head and said: "It is said that this is an ancient secret, and almost no one knows why today. However, our Daxia is not the only one who is cut off from inheritance.

Several ancient paths such as magicians, priests, and knights in the West also experienced discontinuation of inheritance at almost the same era. The difference is that their subsequent development directions were different.

After the Great Xia, a hundred schools of thought contended, ushering in an era when practitioners blossomed. However, they in the West took a different approach, relying on the incomplete scriptures left behind to create new paths and continue the ancient path.

In fact, we have also done this here. For example, the 'Fangxian Dao' with the strongest inheritance of immortality is the 'new road and old way' that was developed after the inheritance of immortality was cut off.

However, even if we find another path, it will still be inferior to the original path, so there will always be shortcomings and it will be difficult to reach the top. That’s why from the pre-Qin period to hundreds of years ago, our country, Daxia, has always been a powerful country, overwhelming the great powers.

This strength lasted until hundreds of years ago and came to an end with the rise of professionals."

When several people heard this, they were all a little silent. They had heard about the glory of Daxia in the past; they had truly experienced Daxia's current weakness.

As a Xia person, at the age of passion and youth, the path you have blazed will be used by others to beat you. How can your feelings not be complicated?

Zhuge Mingxin continued: "It is also because of this that although today's professionals all achieve extraordinary results with systematic knowledge, there are actually two completely different factions.

Western factions draw on the origins of hundreds of schools of thought and use the ancient path as the foundation to start their career path.

But we in Eastern Daxia are reopening from beginning to end, and the new way is the new way.

In terms of performance, there seems to be no difference, but my uncle said that there is a fundamental difference in the core. But I don't know what the difference is.

All I know is that when a job starts in the West, a divine prayer ceremony is required. All professions are based on this, because the root of the ancient cultivation path they are continuing is the 'ritual'.

To find a job in Daxia, you either rely on the formula of elixirs or a special understanding of the relevant methods. There is no so-called prayer ceremony."

Drug-induced abortion and ritual abortion?

Listening to Zhuge Mingxin's narration, such thoughts flashed through Zhang Buyi's mind.

Wait, ceremony?

In my mind, I once again thought of the formation diagram in Tianxiang Tower when I first traveled through time.

Wouldn't that be just a ritual, or a small part of a ritual?

So that ‘horse’ is at least a quasi-first-turn professional?

So his apprentice's seventh-level cultivation is obviously not enough!

While Zhang Buyi's thoughts were racing, all four of them finished eating their noodles and got up to go back to the patrol room.

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In the afternoon, they heard from Zhu Yinglan, who had returned, about another major case that had occurred in the city, and this time dozens of people were dead.

You know, Daxia has now moved towards a constitutional monarchy, the laws are constantly improving, and it is no longer as ignorant as before.

With so many people dead, this is definitely a shocking case for Jingle City.

In addition, I heard that there seemed to be signs of a strike in the north of the city, and the commotion was quite loud, giving all parties a headache.

Therefore, the patrol room was under great pressure, and big bosses from all parties began to take action together.

Of course, none of this has much to do with them. Newbies like them still do what they should do, and they didn't avoid that in the afternoon training.

Zhu Yinglan's revenge is obviously simple and direct, and it can't even be considered revenge. For him who is now a seventh-level apprentice, there is no pressure at all.

What made Zhang Buyi feel a little heavy was that the murder that occurred this time was not far from his home, just a few blocks away.

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In the evening, due to various reasons, this new group of people got off work early.

After Zhang Buyi changed his clothes after get off work, he did not go home immediately. After hesitating for a long time, he finally got up and headed towards Jingle College.

When he returned to the academy, he did not go to meet his former classmates and teachers. Instead, he waited quietly outside Jingle Academy.

After a while, when school was over, students in twos and threes, either in groups or alone, came out quietly.

Zhang Buyi watched for a moment and found his target in the crowd, his former classmate: Fang Rui.

Without alerting the other party, Zhang Buyi followed him quietly. Although it was daytime, as a senior apprentice of the Seventh Heaven, it was not too difficult to follow an ordinary person.

"Well, this guy didn't go home. Is he going to Xiangnan Street again?"

After following him for a while, Zhang Buyi discovered that Fangfang Rui did not go back to Xicheng, but came to Xiangnan Street.

The other party observed carefully for a moment, and after not noticing anyone following him, he quietly entered a slightly dilapidated courtyard that looked uninhabited.

Zhang Buyi looked at the courtyard from a distance, hesitated for a moment, and did not sneak in rashly.

Instead, he wrote down the location and left quietly.

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In the evening, Zhang Buyi returned home and spent a few more pennies to sell some meat and vegetables.

Taking advantage of the time, the meal was prepared. However, Zhang Bucheng did not come back in time as usual, which made Zhang Buyi a little worried.

Two hours later, it was already dark. If Zhang Bucheng didn't know exactly where he was working, he would have gone out to look for someone.

"Squeak!"

When Zhang Buyi's patience was almost exhausted, Zhang Bucheng finally dragged his tired body and pushed open the courtyard door.

"Why are you so late today..." Hearing the voice, Zhang Buyi spoke while going out. The moment he saw Zhang Bucheng, he frowned and said: "You... are not going to get along with me again."

Are those people from the gambling shop getting involved?"

According to memory, the reason why Zhang Bucheng turned in his salary every day was because of the gangsters in the gambling house, who always wanted to lure Zhang Bucheng into trouble again.

But now seeing Zhang Bucheng coming back with a wound on his forehead, Zhang Buyi also subconsciously thought about this.

Listening to Zhang Buyi's words, Zhang Bucheng knew how disgusted his younger brother was with this, and replied as if he was electrocuted: "No, this injury was caused by a conflict with a few workers."

As he spoke, he immediately took out a dozen copper coins and said: "We have a lot of work today, so we had some disputes!"

When Zhang Buyi heard this, his brows widened. It was not just a matter of hanging out with the people in the gambling house again. Even if the gamblers had brotherhood again, Zhang Buyi didn't want to get involved with them.

"Didn't you say that everyone who worked together was well restrained, why did they start fighting?" he asked while serving the warm dishes.

"Hey, there are always quarrels." Zhang Bucheng put the copper coins on the table and replied while washing his hands, his eyes a little evasive.

Seeing that he didn't want to say more, Zhang Buyi didn't ask any more questions. He hesitated for a moment and said, "If it doesn't work, then just quit.

The day after tomorrow it was time to pay wages, and I asked. Although we had only been working for five days, I heard that our new recruits would be paid as usual for these ten days, which amounted to 150 yuan at least.

The family's money should be enough to survive. When the salary comes, we won't have to be so tight, and we can eat meat every day."

When Zhang Bucheng heard this, he paused while burying his rice, and then continued without replying.

"Why, I didn't say anything when you raised me, but now that I've raised you, you're still not happy?" Zhang Buyi glanced at Zhang Bucheng and said while eating.

"No!" Zhang Bucheng said while eating without looking up, "I always have to do something, I can't just idle around, and I am your brother, so I should support the family!"

Zhang Buyi pondered for a moment and said: "Okay, then I'll take a look at the situation and see if there are other ways for you to work in the south of the city. Well, it's best if we can move to the south."

"Yeah!" Zhang Bucheng paused once more while grabbing the rice and responded silently, without saying anything. He obviously knew about yesterday's murder case.

Zhang Buyi looked at him and said nothing.

After finishing the meal and clearing away the dishes, Zhang Bucheng took out some tools, and Zhang Buyi started with them. After the two of them managed to repair the window in his room, they returned to their rooms.

Zhang Bucheng looked at Zhang Buyi who had closed the door and entered the room. He clenched his hands a little and closed the door.

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Chapter completed!