My Attributes Cultivation Life

Chapter 4 Situation

"What race are you?" Xiao Rong asked suddenly.

"Master Hui, the disciple is a barbarian." Zhang Rongfang said truthfully.

"Ancestor?"

"My ancestors were Confucianists."

Xiao Rong immediately expressed regret.

"That's it. You go back first, everything is as usual, and I will call you after I secretly verify the authenticity."

"yes."

Zhang Rong's face remained unchanged, he bowed and stepped back.

The barbarians are the fourth class, and the Confucian households are only a little higher than the beggars in the ten-level division of the Great Spirit.

Combining the two, it's no wonder Xiao Rong has such an expression.

Originally, Zhang Rongfang was not from this world, and he had no real sense of these two identities in his heart.

But just now, Xiao Rong was obviously interested in recruiting disciples, but when he heard about his background, he stopped talking.

This made Zhang Rongfang truly realize for the first time how strict the hierarchy in Daling is.

Obviously, even if he is a Taoist, the barbarian and Confucian family background will affect his future development.

Zhang Rongfang didn't know the exact impact, but judging by Xiao Rong's expression, he knew it would not be simple.

Leaving the ashram, the scene that Xiao Rong regretted just now was still flashing in Zhang Rongfang's mind.

If Xiao Rong accepted as an apprentice, he would definitely be able to enter the ranks of cultivation disciples at once.

At that time, not only will you not have to do chores, but you will also have a lot of time to practice martial arts and martial arts, and your food and beverages will also be greatly improved. In the future, you will have the opportunity to be given a Taoist title and become a mage.

The most important thing is that at that time, he can accumulate attribute points faster and improve himself.

Until now, there are only two options on his attribute bar, life and skills.

What exactly is a skill? Zhang Rongfang tried a lot, but nothing worked.

And just now, it seemed that it was almost done, but unfortunately, the difference between success and failure was only a moment.

After sighing in his heart, Zhang Rongfang went back to his room alone.

In fact, the treatment in the Qinghe Palace is not bad, and each disciple has a separate room. Although it is so simple and narrow that there is only enough room for a bed and a stool.

But it's better than a bunch of people sleeping together.

After reporting the news, Zhang Rongfang was still the same as before, with daily routines, morning bells and evening drums, homework in the morning and evening, and chores in the rest of the time.

Until the examination time for the cultivation disciples passed, it was almost June.

Xiao Rong finally got a response.

May 14.

In the early morning, the mist filled the air, like smog lingering throughout the Qinghe Palace.

Zhang Rongfang was preparing to go to work in the laundry room.

"Zhang Rongfang, Master Mingguang is calling you! Go to the master's room in the back mountain."

Suddenly on the way, a handyman disciple stepped forward and shouted.

The nearby handyman disciples all cast their eyes upon hearing the sound.

"Understood." Zhang Rong's expression remained unchanged, and he was slightly relieved.

He followed the handyman disciple, one in front of the other, and moved quickly towards the back mountain.

The sound of other Taoists chanting scriptures and the chatter and laughter of noble pilgrims in Shangde Garden came from far away in the palace.

"Today, a mage held a scripture performance meeting, and many distinguished guests came. Be careful with the guests with yellow wish cards, and don't run into each other." The handyman disciple in front warned in a low voice.

Zhang Rongfang understood and thanked him.

The other party obviously didn't remind them casually, no one would inexplicably and kindly remind a complete stranger as a handyman disciple.

Therefore, it is very likely that Master Xiao Rong has good news.

He recognized him, this servant disciple was different from other servants, it was said that he would donate a lot of property from his family to Master Xiao Rong every year, in exchange for the opportunity to serve Master personally.

The reminder just now was obviously a good show, and Zhang Rongfang kept it in his heart.

"Dare to ask my brother's name?"

"Don't dare. My surname is Sun and my name is Yuanfeng. There is no word." The handyman disciple smiled and replied.

"So it's Brother Feng." Zhang Rongfang's voice paused, and he suddenly felt something was wrong. "Thank you, Senior Brother Feng, for the reminder, Zhang has made a note of it."

"Small things." Sun Yuanfeng waved his hand.

Soon, the two walked through the alleys, crossed the corridors, the dojo, and the disciples' square, and at the end of the Qinghe Palace, they found a group of lofts surrounded by red walls.

The three-story attics with red walls and gray tiles are well arranged.

Sun Yuanfeng led Zhang Rongfang all the way in, and soon came to one of the attics.

Xiao Rong is well-proportioned, standing on the balcony on the second floor of the attic, wearing a light yellow bunt and a gray and white cape, it seems that he has just finished practicing martial arts.

The Qinghe Palace is affiliated to the Daling Taoism, respecting the Sanqing, and the disciples in the teaching practice are mainly divided into two parts: civil and martial arts, with more literary skills and less martial arts.

What Zhang Rongfang saw in the dojo was all practicing martial arts.

At this time, he followed Sun Yuanfeng to the bottom of the attic and waited at the entrance.

"Come in first." Xiao Rong said calmly. His eyes swept over Zhang Rongfang.

"yes."

Zhang Rongfang bowed and saluted, entered the first floor of the attic, stood still at the entrance of the living room, and waited.

Not long after, Xiao Rong came down from the second floor, took a hot wet towel in his hand, wiped his cheeks and palms, and handed it to the serving disciple beside him.

He waved his hand and signaled the surrounding disciples to go out.

After the rest left, only Sun Yuanfeng and Zhang Rongfang stayed, and he coughed.

"Zhang Rongfang."

"The disciple is here!" Zhang Rongfang responded quickly.

"Are you willing to worship me as a teacher? To join my sect?" Xiao Rong asked without any explanation, just a single sentence.

This sentence came inexplicably, and there was no warning before, which made Zhang Rongfang and Sun Yuanfeng slightly taken aback.

Fortunately, Zhang Rongfang came to his senses and immediately knelt down and bowed.

"Disciple Zhang Rongfang, met the master!"

This apprenticeship is not true. There are two kinds of apprenticeships in Daoism, one is ordinary teachers.

Also called Xiaoshi.

Obeisance to the junior master is just an ordinary disciple of this master, just in name, and there will be no major training. They just have the due nationality and job treatment.

After that, there is another kind, called worshiping the master, which is the core of the true biography, and it is to be given a Taoist name and a red envelope as a gift.

After worshiping the master, the relationship between the master and the disciple is like that of father and son, and there is even a corresponding partial inheritance right in the property. The disciple also has many obligations to the master.

Zhang Rongfang also came here, and only then did he realize that, unlike those in the film and television dramas in his previous life, not everyone who worships into the Taoist sect can get a Taoist name casually.

From being a master to a master, the intermediate disciples need to go through many tests.

Zhang Rongfang felt relieved at this moment, he knew that he had finally taken the first step right.

Although it's just a small teacher.

But as long as he is free from the life of a laborious disciple, he will be able to step up to a higher level step by step after accumulating attribute points.

Boom boom boom.

Following Zhang Rongfang's kneeling and kowtowing, under Xiao Rong's smile, he finally formally took a step forward, separated from the handyman disciple who could be abandoned at any time, and became a formal cultivation disciple.

A gleam of envy flashed in Sun Yuanfeng's eyes, he didn't know what kind of shit luck Zhang Rongfang had, that he was named and accepted as a disciple by Master Xiao Rong right away.

Even if it was him, his family sent so much money every year, and he still served him wholeheartedly. It has been four years now, but he still has not been accepted as a disciple by Master Xiao Rong.

In Daoism, mages accept apprentices because they want to allocate part of their own treatment resources to train disciples.

Therefore, ordinary mages are very cautious in recruiting disciples, so that in many Taoist temples, the number of disciples is always the same, and there is no increase or decrease.

Therefore, Sun Yuanfeng guessed in his mind that there must be some reason that let Zhang Rongfang fall into Master Xiao Rong's eyes, and let him take him into his sect regardless of his background.

Zhang Rongfang was born in a fourth-class barbarian family, and his parents were Confucian households. He was not outstanding in appearance, nor did he have any talent.

Anyone with a discerning eye can guess at a glance that it must be Zhang Rongfang's recent performance that attracted Xiao Rong's fancy.

After kowtowing, Xiao Rong looked at Zhang Rongfang.

"You can follow Xiaoying from now on. She has a bad temper. You should watch her more and remind her."

"Yes." Zhang Rongfang responded quickly. As a disciple, it was up to him to assign any task.

Judging from these words, it is obvious that Xiao Rong accepted him for the sake of his daughter.

"In addition, I, a disciple of the Qinghe Palace, Wenxiu is practicing Contemplation of Xugong, and Wuxiu is practicing Rejuvenation and Jingshi Talisman. You are short of Qi and blood, first practice Contemplation of Xugong to nourish you." Xiao Rong reminded.

"yes."

Zhang Rongfang lowered his head, finally a gleam of joy flashed across his face.

He has always guessed that the column of skills on his attribute bar probably refers to the authentic Taoist exercises.

"Dare to ask master, if this martial art is practiced well, can it fly over the roof and walk over the wall? Fighting cattle across the mountain?" He couldn't help asking respectfully.

"Hehe." Xiao Rong laughed, "When you have reached the peak of your body skills, you can fly over walls, but people have limits, and martial arts are created only to allow us to better exert our own strength.

Of course, there are also some martial arts that can strengthen and exercise ourselves, but the limit of human beings is there, no matter how much we exercise, we can reach a point at most. "

He looked at Zhang Rongfang in front of him, and seemed to recall something for a while, his eyes were in a trance.

"Martial arts allows you to fight five with one, and even ten with one in turns, but this is the limit. In addition, you have to remember that unarmed people are generally not as good as those with weapons, and those with weapons are generally weaker. Can't beat a weapon in full body armor."

"In addition, if you are facing elite officers and soldiers, even if you are a master, being able to hit five with one is the limit."

He paused and continued.

"Also, Wenxiu's Contemplation of Void Kungfu is for self-cultivation. Unless you can pass the assessment level of martial arts disciples, practicing Contemplation of Void Kungfu alone can only make you healthy and long-lived, and the rest will have no effect."

Zhang Rongfang was stunned for a moment.

"But I've heard of it before, that there is a palace master who has successfully turned a pill into a baby."

"Oh, it's Senior Brother Zhang from the Temple of the God of Wealth. Senior Brother Zhang is superb in Taoism. He has indeed condensed the Nascent Soul, but he is not a martial artist. Hit a big bag."

Xiao Rong sighed, "Sanqing is the best, and later I invited the senior sister from the Danfang to see a doctor, so there is nothing serious at all."

"." Zhang Rongfang didn't know how to describe his mood.

"It's not a big deal. In my Taiqing Palace, there are quite a few people who have condensed inner alchemy, at least there are at least double ten, and most of them are Wenxiu Taoists.

Martial arts practitioners don't have this kind of spare time, they all go to exercise their muscles and bones to exercise their strength. So if the aptitude is not very good, don't choose both civil and martial arts. Remember remember. "

Xiao Rong exhorted seriously.

"Then what's the benefit of master condensing inner alchemy?" Zhang Rongfang asked again unwillingly.

"If there is no disease or disaster, you can live to over ninety." Xiao Rong smiled.

"This is the art of longevity."

After speaking, he was a little disappointed.

"On the method of cultivating Taoism, there used to be a Taoist of the Four Seasons in our Taoist sect, who once practiced the way of refining the gods after Yuanying.

It is rumored that he has already touched the Void Returning Realm after refining the gods. It's a pity that he was arrested and imprisoned by the county magistrate at that time. He was interrogated for the quick longevity technique, and after being tortured, he hit a wall and died. "

"." Zhang Rongfang was speechless.