My Attributes Cultivation Life

Chapter 24: Chapter 24

Early the next morning.

Zhang Rongfang tidied up and saluted, hit the medicinal materials he bought earlier with a big bag, and dragged them to the floor of the room.

After changing his clothes, he opened the door and went out.

Outside the door, Dong Dafang was drying his clothes on the clothesline in the corridor. When he saw him, he opened his mouth to say something, but he held back and didn't say much.

Dragging the salute along the corridor, Zhang Rongfang happened to meet the small team that was on duty today.

Both Xu Mingyu and Li Fuhua were in the team, and they were patrolling with a tall and thin Taoist.

Seeing him coming out, Li Fuhua was slightly taken aback.

"Senior brother Zhang, what is this?"

"Because of something, I was kicked out by the master. Now I am not considered a disciple of practice." Zhang Rongfang had nothing to hide, so he said it directly.

"This..." Li Fuhua wanted to say something, but Xu Mingyu who was at the side gently pinched her arm and shook her head at her.

"Let's go. See you later." Zhang Rongfang didn't say any more. Carrying a large bag of things, under the watchful eyes of the two, he left this area.

He did not go back to the place where the handyman disciple lived, but walked directly towards the mountain gate.

Qinghe Palace is not a place of confinement, no one will stop you if you want to go up and down the mountain.

But if you go down the mountain without permission, the Taoist registration will be canceled on the mountain. But now at the foot of the mountain, after the Taoists go back, if they go home and lose their Taoism, the men in their families will be arrested for military service.

So going down the mountain and going home may not necessarily lead to a good life.

If you don't go home, Daling has strict regulations for all walks of life. Most industries must inherit the father's business from generation to generation, and no easy changes are allowed.

If you are a craftsman, you must be a craftsman from generation to generation. Clothes must be made from generation to generation.

And these industries are not allowed to enter at will, and need to go to the government to apply.

So there are very few options for ordinary people to choose.

There is a high probability that they can only work illegally.

But no matter what, Zhang Rongfang made a decision in his heart, carrying a gift bag of medicinal materials, walked all the way through the disciples' dormitory area, and crossed the two side halls.

The Lingguan Hall and the God of Wealth Hall still have the sound of chanting scriptures, and there are continuous pilgrims, inexplicably revealing the peace and inaction of the Taoist sect.

Zhang Rongfang didn't look much, and continued walking along the road on the side of the side hall.

Then there is the main hall of Xuanxin Hall.

In front of the main hall with red walls and yellow tiles, there is a wide field.

There is a huge incense burner on the ground, and a large number of thick incense sticks curl up and smoke in it.

An old man in brocade clothes was standing with the hall master by the incense burner, which was as tall as a person, chatting in a low voice.

Zhang Rongfang continued to move forward, passing through the arch, and there was the Yingsong Hall, where the nobles registered and were separated and drained.

At this time, many pilgrims have come in the early morning.

Zhang Rongfang followed the pilgrims all the way down, and soon arrived at the Shengxian Bridge.

Further forward from Shengxian Bridge is the mountain gate.

"Junior Brother Rong Fang?" Suddenly a man's voice came from the side.

Zhang Rongfang followed the prestige, saw Zhang Xintai was surprised, and looked towards him.

Zhang Xintai seemed to be leading a group of pilgrims, and when he saw Zhang Rongfang carrying luggage down the mountain, he felt something was wrong, so he called out.

He turned his head and whispered a few words to the pilgrim, who nodded in understanding and went up the mountain by himself.

After dealing with it, Zhang Xintai came over here.

"Junior Brother Rong Fang, who is this?"

Zhang Rongfang sighed: "Brother, haven't you already seen it? Get ready to go down the mountain."

"Going down the mountain? What happened? Is there anything to do?" Zhang Xintai thought he was going down the mountain to do something.

"I'm afraid senior brother won't believe me if I tell you about this matter."

"That's what you say, I make my own judgment." Zhang Xintai said seriously.

At the moment, Zhang Rongfang also carefully told the other party what happened to him during this period of time.

Except that he didn't mention his own martial arts, he didn't hide anything else.

Zhang Xintai frowned a little at first, but as he listened, his frown became deeper and deeper.

After hearing what happened last night, especially when Xiao Rong expelled him from the division.

He slammed down with one hand, bringing out a stream of broken air.

"It's unreasonable! You have stepped forward to help again and again, but in the end you doubt this and that! This old man Xiao Rong really doesn't know good people!"

"The matter has come to this, I am too lazy to say more, just leave here." Zhang Rongfang sighed.

Even if going down the mountain may be very bitter, it will not kill people.

With the blessing of attribute points, as long as he is not bad luck, he can be a bandit freely.

It was only the elder sister of the previous body who found me. Once I left, it might be difficult to meet again in the future.

"No! You can't go!" Zhang Xintai suddenly grabbed his arm.

"You left, wouldn't that make that old man Xiao Rong think you have a problem!?"

Zhang Rongfang was taken aback by what he said.

He naturally knew this, but Zhang Xintai's attitude caught him by surprise.

"But I stayed only as a handyman. Others took up the Daoji for the family, but now there is no one in my family, and the only sister is missing. What's the use of this Daoji?"

Zhang Rongfang shook his head.

"If you go down the mountain now, it will be too difficult for you to go up the mountain in the future." Zhang Xintai said sincerely, "If you go down the mountain now, you will definitely be expelled from the Taoist scriptures and leave bad records. In the future, there will be records in the Jixian Academy. No matter where you go, the Taoist sect will not accept you."

"But." Zhang Rongfang wanted to say something else.

"Follow me! Old man Xiao Rong has blind eyes. The more he is like this, the more you have to stay and let him see the truth clearly!"

Zhang Xintai held Zhang Rongfang's hand and walked all the way back.

The two of them did not walk along the main road, but entered from a lane on the right.

Accelerate all the way, and soon come to an attic near Shangde Garden.

The attic has red walls and black tiles. It is three stories high and has a square shape as a whole. There is a word hanging in front of the gate.

'Lingwai Yinshu is broken, after winter and spring. '

'The closer the country is, the more timid I dare not ask people. '

"This is a poem my master wrote when he first came to the Qinghe Palace. It is left over from the previous dynasty and not created by the master." Zhang Xintai briefly introduced.

"Good calligraphy." Although Zhang Rongfang didn't understand it very well, his calligraphy was smooth, neat and well-proportioned, and he stood upright and powerful. Even a layman could see the beauty.

"Master likes these styles of poetry, but he is not very interested in popular songs and dramas," Zhang Xintai said.

"You wait here for a while, I will report."

"Brother, please go ahead."

Zhang Xintai nodded, quickly pushed the door open, and walked into the attic as if entering his own home.

Not long after, he came out again and grabbed Zhang Rong so he could walk in.

"My master and the old man Xiao Rong have been enemies for many years. If you talk bad things about Xiao Rong later, it will be effective for safekeeping."

He reminded in a low voice.

"This..." Zhang Rongfang didn't know what to do, so he was dragged into the door.

The decoration inside the door is completely different from Xiao Rong's attic, with a very different style.

Xiao Rong values ​​freedom the most in his daily life, and puts everything where he likes, the most convenient place.

So his residence is quite scattered.

But the attic in front of me is different.

Desks, chairs, stools, knives, sticks and sabers, lamp holders and kettles are all neatly arranged.

As soon as he entered the door, Zhang Rongrong felt a little restrained.

In the lobby on the first floor of the attic, a white-haired old man was sitting cross-legged on a futon on the floor.

The old man narrowed his eyes slightly, staring at Zhang Xintai, and said coldly.

"What do you want to do by bringing the disciple Xiao Rong kicked out to me?"

"Do you think that I, Zhang Xuan, are worthy of collecting trash? Is it worse than Xiao Rong?"

Zhang Rongfang frowned when he heard the tattered words, and was about to speak out of frustration.

But Zhang Xintai smiled and spoke from the sidelines.

"Master doesn't know the truth, if Junior Brother Rong Fang is really that trash, why would the disciple drag you here?"

He said again: "It's all because Xiao Rong doesn't know people, has eyes but sees nothing, and just treats Haoliangyu as rubble."

"Then what do you want to do, kid?" The veteran Zhang Xuan rolled his eyes and stared at Zhang Xintai.

"Master, if Xiao Rong finds out later and finds out that Junior Brother Rong Fang was really wronged, and he was a hero who helped his daughter, but he was kicked out of the mountain gate because of this."

"At that time, we brought Junior Brother Rong Fang to the door, and laughed at him in front of Xiao Rong.

And let everyone know in front of the entire Qinghe Palace that Xiao Rong is not as good as you! In this way, wouldn't he be so angry that he vomited blood? "

"This is it." The old man rubbed his chin, obviously tempted.

"Thank you two teachers, but if it's just a battle of spirits, it's not necessary," Zhang Rongfang clasped his fists and said.

He continued: "The disciple has no intention of staying now, so I can only thank you two for your kindness."

He has made up his mind to go, and there is no future for him to stay in this place, so he might as well go down the mountain and venture out.

Immediately, he turned around and wanted to leave.

"Wait!" The veteran Zhang Xuan suddenly said. Two sunken eyes stared at Zhang Rongfang up and down.

"Heh, I have a little temper."

Then, he looked at Zhang Xintai who was beside him.

"I kind of believe what you said before. If you go down the mountain like this, the Taoist books will definitely be lost. No one knows what the Great Spirit is like today, let alone a barbarian Confucian, so he dares to leave as soon as he wants. It seems to have a real backbone."

"In this way, Xiao Rong really has no eyes. I'll accept you as an apprentice!" The old Taoist stood up, his voice raised.

"???" Zhang Rongfang looked bewildered. Turn around and look at each other.

"Aren't you surprised?" The old man laughed, "I just like to see other people's mouths have dropped and they can't make a sound. If you want to leave, I, Zhang Xuan, won't let you go!"

"This mage, are you?" Zhang Rongfang didn't know what to say.

"What? Are you looking down on me? Do you think I, Zhang Xuan, can't compare to that Xiao Rong?" The old man suddenly changed his face.

"No. Recruiting apprentices is a big deal, so just say it." Zhang Rongfang was speechless.

"Don't worry, I'm at the same level as Xiao Rong, and we're both Kung Fu masters. Just because he's brainless doesn't mean I'm the same." Zhang Xuan laughed again.

"Don't worry, stay here with me, let Xiao Rong take a good look at him later, and see how blind he is!"

"Hurry up and call master." Zhang Xintai stood behind Zhang Rongfang at some unknown time, and pushed him hard.

Zhang Rongfang had no choice but to kneel down and kowtow three times. Half-push and half-recognize the master.

"Don't worry, you won't suffer from taking me as your teacher." Zhang Xuan laughed old-fashionedly. "Don't look at Xiao Rong's old age and put on airs all day long, but if he really fights, I will let him use both hands!"

"As far as his crooked pile of waste is, compared with my son, let him have a hand and a foot!"

"Let's forget about one hand and one foot." Zhang Xintai was a little embarrassed at the side.

This father and master has a weird personality, is stubborn, and likes to brag.

But the only advantage he has is that he is extremely accurate in seeing people.

With him watching, it seems that Zhang Rongfang was really wronged by Xiao Rong.

"Master, you don't know anything about me, so you accept it like this?" Zhang Rongfang was still a little unacceptable after getting up.

This master-student relationship is not a trivial matter in this era.

It is true that apprentices should be filial to their masters like their parents, but masters must also help in various ways in cultivating disciples.

"What are you afraid of? Just your three-legged cat kung fu? The old man can crush you to death with one finger, so he is afraid that you will turn against him?" Zhang Xuan returned to the futon, returning to the old cat's half-squinted state.

"When my master was young, he was a real fifth-rank master!" Zhang Xintai introduced in a low voice.

Fifth grade master? !

Zhang Rongfang was slightly startled, the owner of the entire Qinghe Palace was only a rank six.

At the fifth grade, it is estimated that other people will be able to arrive as long as the supervisor and the patrol house owner