My Attributes Cultivation Life

I don't know how long it has passed, and I don't know how long I have endured.

Zhang Rongfang gradually felt that the pain in his body began to subside, just like the ebb and flow of the tide.

Soon, he was lying on the bed covered in sweat, gasping for breath.

The clothes and hair were completely soaked, as if they had just climbed out of the water.

The physical and mental strength was almost exhausted due to the intense pain.

But Zhang Rongfang still insisted on being sleepy and looked at his attribute column again.

Sure enough, the attributes have changed again.

'Zhang Rongfang - Life 12-13.

Skills: Rejuvenation and Pure Time Talisman - Yue-shaped Talisman (perfect), Guanxu Gong (the first layer of fine orifices).

Available attributes: 0. ’

"Life has risen by two points! No wonder the transformation is so big."

Zhang Rongfang stood up from the bed.

Click.

Suddenly, a tiny crack appeared on the edge of the bed that he grabbed with strength.

"Huh?? My strength has grown?"

He raised his hand in surprise and looked at the edge of the bed, where a palm print clearly appeared.

The brown wood texture was also forcibly pinched, and some thorns stick out.

"So, if the Yue-type talisman is perfected, can it still increase its strength?"

Zhang Rongfang has never heard of this statement.

However, he still knew the saying that after entering the martial arts rank, his vigor increased greatly, and after entering the rank, the skin on his body thickened and his defense increased.

'Now it seems that I should have entered the level of forging muscles? According to what Senior Sister Zhao taught, forging tendons is the first step to increase stamina. ’

He got up and moved around in the room.

Zhang Rongfang began to try to adapt to his current strength.

Don't need anything else, just hit the thirty-two Yue-shaped talismans directly, over and over again.

Time passed slowly, and the benefits of vitality enhancement gradually revealed.

Just by slowly hitting the Yue-shaped talisman, Zhang Rong could easily feel that his strength was slowly recovering.

After finishing the three sets of punches, he took out a wooden box from under the bed, opened it, and contained a few black pills that looked like sesame paste and kneaded into a ball.

This is a blood nourishing pill, and it is also a special benefit for martial arts disciples.

Two a month. Zhao Dalong gave Zhang Rongfang the previous share in one breath.

He picked up a nourishing blood pill and threw it into his mouth, a sour leather smell filled his mouth.

Zhang Rongfang endured nausea and swallowed hard.

Then he changed his clothes and scrubbed. Seeing that there was still time, he was going to take a break.

dong dong dong.

"Brother Zhang, there is a package for you in the letter room."

"My package?" Zhang Rongfang was stunned for a moment. He hasn't done anything else since he received his predecessor's body? I don't have the ability to continue to contribute to the hook column.

Who will send him a letter?

With doubts in his heart, he got up, drank some cold water, opened the door and walked towards the letter room.

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In the letter room of Qinghe Palace.

Zheng Zhonglin patted a yellow package in front of him.

"What a small box."

As the person in charge of the letter room, he wouldn't bother with ordinary letter packages.

But no one knew that he was actually the one who was arranged by the current deacon at the patrol office a long time ago.

The Patrol Deacon has great power, and is now competing with the Supervisory Court for the position of the next Palace Master, so now is the time to stand in line.

Looking at the package in front of her, the sender was unknown and unmarked, and the consignee was Xiao Rong's apprentice, a trail named Zhang Rongfang.

Zheng Zhonglin rubbed his hands together, took the package, avoided a few handy Taoists around who were picking letters, walked into the letter room alone, and lowered the curtain.

Zheng Zhonglin quickly put the package on the small stool, moved his hands back and forth skillfully, and quickly untied the whole package completely.

If it was someone else's package, he naturally wouldn't dare to mess around. Who knows what secrets will be seen inside. This kind of big taboo, he dare not move.

But this is Xiao Rong's apprentice, but it is strictly stipulated above. He opened the package to check one or two, and it didn't matter.

Inside the package is a wooden box.

Zheng Zhonglin didn't stop, picked up the tool, and continued to the next round.

The box was quickly opened, and the contents were finally revealed inside.

"Hush!?"

Zheng Zhonglin took a deep breath when he saw something.

money!

A lot of money!

Inside the black box was a stack of banknotes with a face value of one or two!

The thick stack is obviously for those who use it, considering that the denomination is too large and it is easy to reveal wealth, so it is deliberately exchanged for small-value treasures.

Zheng Zhonglin has seen a lot of treasured banknotes on weekdays, but the stack in front of him, roughly counted, there are at least 70 taels!

70 What is the concept of liang! ?

In Huaxin County, 70 taels can buy a good looking horse!

In this place where a pig is only ten to fifteen taels, 70 taels can buy six pigs!

Zheng Zhonglin swallowed his saliva and looked left and right. He quickly flipped through the package and found a letter.

He looked at the stack of treasured banknotes and thought that the recipient of the box was Zhang Rongfang who had offended the Chen family.

Greed kept appearing and disappearing in his eyes.

After struggling for a while, he finally made up his mind, took out all the treasures in the package, put it back in the box, and put the letter away. Tie the package intact.

'Anyway, I took the money, and no one knew it was me. I passed through so many people along the way, so why must it be me? ’

'Even if that kid knew it was me, and he didn't have the support of the inspection room, he would fight me! ? ’

It is not the first time that Zheng Zhonglin has stolen parcels and belongings, he has long been accustomed to it.

It's just that the amount this time is a bit large...it makes him a little worried.

In the past, the people who stole things because of him were all people with no background, and most of these Daoists put up with it.

But this time, the money is a bit more.

If this Zhang Rongfang hadn't offended the Chen family, the Chen family would have named him. He wouldn't be so bold all of a sudden.

Not long after, a little Taoist opened the curtain and entered.

"The owner, Master Xiao Rong's disciple Zhang Rongfang, has come to pick up the package."

Zheng Zhonglin had already put away the treasure at this time, and casually pointed to the boxes in a pile of parcels on the side.

"Well, take it out."

"Yes." The handyman disciple stepped forward and carefully carried the wrapped box out.

The sky is cold.

At noon, Zhang Rongfang was standing outside the writing room and felt a little chill.

Now that it's already November, it's already winter, and the temperature is getting colder.

He watched a few handy Taoists carry things, and one of the young Taoists approached him with a black cloth package.

"Senior brother, this is your package."

The little Taoist put things on the wooden table in front of him.

There is a circle of wooden tables outside the letter room, just to facilitate the handover and placement of things.

Zhang Rongfang looked at the package, reached out and patted it lightly.

There was also writing in charcoal on the outside of the package.

'The Palace of Qinghe, when the sky is overcast, Zhang Rong receives it. ’

The handwriting is neat and neat, with a touch of Zhang Rongfang's faint familiarity.

'It is the handwriting of the predecessor's older sister. ’

His heart froze, knowing that what should come is still here.

Picking up the package, he turned to leave.

"No!" Zhang Rongfang suddenly felt that the package in his hand felt wrong.

The opening of the package is usually sealed with a special needle and thread.

In the style of the former sister Zhang Rongyu, in the memory of her predecessor, every time her sister sent packages, the stitches and stitches were quite neat and dense.

But the package he just picked up had extremely messy stitch seals, and only a few stitches were worn casually, which was barely enough to seal the package.

'The package may have been passive! ’

For the first time, Zhang Rong easily guessed the possibility.

He turned around and stared at the little Taoist priest who had just wrapped him.

"This junior brother, did anyone else touch my package just now?"

The little Taoist looked at him with a little daze, because the other party was a cultivator, and his grade was one level higher than him.

He also replied respectfully.

"Senior brother back, someone sent the package directly to our letter room in the morning, and it has never been touched."

"Are you sure you haven't moved?" Zhang Rongfang asked again.

"Sure, Senior Brother, no one has moved except when we checked the name a few times." The little Taoist said quickly.

Zhang Rongfang didn't ask any more questions. Just look through the letter room window.

Just as the window came out, Zheng Zhonglin counted the banknotes in his hand by the light.

Seemingly noticing his gaze, Zheng Zhonglin turned his head, glanced at Zhang Rongfang, and smiled. There was a hint of pity and misery in his eyes.

Zhang Rong was expressionless.

Although the letter room is only a place with no force value, this is the Palace of Qinghe, and there are many masters around.

Even if he was a barbarian Confucian householder, he could only endure it, because no one would give him a chance.

Especially now that Xiao Rong doesn't care about him more and more.

With the package, Zhang Rongfang turned around and returned to his residence.

Back in the room, he quickly opened the package, read the contents of the letter, and then opened the black box.

It was empty and there was nothing inside.

Swish.

Zhang Rongfang closed the box with no expression on his face. According to the letter, he lifted the bottom of the box and carefully pulled out a thin piece of wood.

Inside the plank is a small rectangular dark compartment.

There were two silver bills in the dark grid.

Two treasures of fifty-two denominations.

'The package was dismantled, and 70 taels of the first floor were taken. I just don't know if I was taken on the road or at the Qinghe Palace. ’

Zhang Rongfang actually wanted to rush into the letter room just now to check for himself.

But he couldn't, didn't dare.

Although there were no martial arts practitioners in the letter room, Zheng Zhonglin, who was in charge, was only a literary practitioner.

But once he did this, he would break the rules of the Qinghe Palace.

He can't even get it now, and there are at least a dozen martial artists in the Qinghe Palace!

Among them, the deacons are at least rank 3, not to mention the masters of rank 5 or above such as the prison and the palace master.

So as long as he dares to do something, the inspection room can arrest him immediately and execute him with the stick.

And the point is, he doesn't know if someone from the letter room took it.

It was only because there were often rumors that things had been stolen from the writing room, that he had doubts.

"Forget it, it's only 70 taels. Most of the money that Zhang Rongyu sent is still there. Even if you report it, it is estimated that no one will care... The situation in the letter room is not reported once or twice..."

Zhang Rongfang felt aggrieved, UU reading www.uukanshu. com looked at the box on the table and said nothing.

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Bang!

Zheng Zhonglin was hit in the head, and his face was covered in blood.

He was swaying, carrying the package he was going to take home, and looking at the scene in front of him, everything was shaking.

Puff.

He stood unsteady and fell to the ground. The package in his hand rolled to the ground.

"Okay... so brave! Dare to attack me in the Qinghe Palace!? You know who I am..."

Bang!

Another stick hit him on the forehead.

Zheng Zhonglin looked at the masked man walking around in front of him and pointed at him.

"Okay...Okay...good man spare your life!"

He fell to the ground and fell to his knees.

This is the only way from the Qinghe Palace to Huaxin County under the mountain.

He went home with him every day, and there was a martial cultivator with him, that was his nephew Zhao Heigou.

They are all people who bought houses in Huaxin County.

This time, he was preparing to put the stolen property back in his house and leave it to his mother-in-law to take care of it.

Unexpectedly....

Just outside the Qinghe Palace, on the path down the mountain, someone dared to attack him!

The nephew just took a stance and was knocked down a few times.

Then there is him.

God is pitiful to see that he, a Wenxiu in charge of the letter room, was actually attacked by people on the way down the mountain.

Zhang Rongfang looked at the two who fell to the ground, picked up their packages and ran away.

Regardless of whether the person in front of him stole his money or not, let's take it first.

Anyway, as long as you don't kill people, everything is fine.

Since the last time he killed someone, no one has bothered him. Zhang Rongfang's courage also increased.