My Attributes Cultivation Life

Early the next day.

Zhang Rongfang packed up his salute, rammed the medicinal materials he bought before with a big bag, and dragged them to the floor of the room.

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

Outside the door, Dong Dafang was drying clothes on the clothesline by the corridor. Seeing 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 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 come out, Li Fuhua was slightly stunned.

"Senior Brother Zhang, are you...?"

"I was kicked out by the master because of something. Now I'm no longer a disciple of cultivation." Zhang Rongfang didn't have anything to hide, so he said it straight.

"This..." Li Fuhua wanted to say something, but Xu Mingyu, who was beside her, squeezed her arm lightly and shook her head at her.

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

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

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

But if you leave the mountain without permission, your Taoist status will be revoked on the mountain. But now at the foot of the mountain, after the Taoists go back, if they go home and lose their Taoist status, they will have to be arrested for men to serve in the military.

So going down the mountain and going home might not be a good one.

If you don't go home, Daling has strict rules for all walks of life. Most industries must inherit the father's business and continue to do it from generation to generation, and it is not allowed to change easily.

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 you need to go to the government to apply.

Therefore, there are very few choices that ordinary people can choose.

Most likely you can only work undercover.

But no matter what, Zhang Rongfang made a decision in his heart. Carrying a gift bag of medicinal materials, he walked all the way through the disciple's accommodation area and across the two side halls.

The Lingguan Hall and the God of Wealth Hall were still chanting sutras, and the pilgrims continued, inexplicably revealing the peace and inaction of the Taoist sect.

Zhang Rongfang didn't look much, he followed the road on the side of the side hall and continued to move forward.

Then there is the main hall of Xuanxin Hall.

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

There was a huge incense burner on the grounds, and a lot of thick incense sticks curled up in it to make smoke.

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

Zhang Rongfang continued to move forward, and after passing through the arch, it was the Hall of Yingsong, where the nobles registered and were then separated.

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

Zhang Rongfang went down against the pilgrims, and soon reached Shengxian Bridge again.

Ahead of Shengxian Bridge is the mountain gate.

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

Zhang Rongfang followed the reputation and saw Zhang Xintai's face showing surprise, and looked towards him.

Zhang Xintai seemed to be leading a pilgrim, and when he saw Zhang Rongfang carrying his luggage down the mountain, he felt that his expression was not right, so he stopped.

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

After finishing the treatment, Zhang Xintai came over.

"Junior Brother Rongfang, who are you?"

Zhang Rongfang sighed: "Didn't senior brother already see 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 for a mission.

"This matter... I'm afraid my senior brother won't believe it."

"As you said, I have my own judgment." Zhang Xintai said sternly.

At the moment, Zhang Rongfang also carefully explained his experience to the other party.

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

Zhang Xintai frowned a little at first, but as he listened, his frown deepened.

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

He swung his hand down sharply, bringing out a blast of air.

"That's outrageous! You have stood up to help over and over again, but in the end you doubted it! This old man Xiao Rong really doesn't know the heart of a good person!"

"This is the end of the matter, and I'm too lazy to say more, so I'll just leave." Zhang Rongfang sighed.

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

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

It's just that... my predecessor's sister found me. Once I leave, I'm afraid it will be difficult to meet again in the future.

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

"You're gone, doesn't that make old man Xiao Rong think that you have a problem!?"

When he said something, Zhang Rongfang was stunned.

He naturally knew this, but Zhang Xintai's attitude surprised him.

"But I only stayed as a handyman. Others were taking a Taoist membership for the family, but now I have no one in my family, and my only sister is nowhere to be seen. What's the use of this Taoist membership?"

Zhang Rongfang shook his head.

"If you just go down the mountain, it will be too difficult if you want 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 status, and you will leave a bad track. In the future, Jixianyuan will have a record, No matter where you go, Daomen will not accept you."

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

"You come with me! The old man Xiao Rong has no eyes. The more he is like this, the more you want to stay and let him see the truth!"

Zhang Xintai grabbed Zhang Rongfang's hand and went all the way back.

The two did not walk along the main road, but entered from an alley on the right.

He accelerated all the way, and soon came to an attic near Shangde Garden.

The attic has red walls and black tiles. It is three stories high. It is square as a whole. A letter is hung in front of the gate.

'The foreign language of the mountains is broken, and after the winter, the calendar is restored. ’

'I'm more timid about being close to the hometown, and I don't dare to ask people who come. ’

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

"...It's a good word." Although Zhang Rongfang didn't understand very well, but the words were smooth, neat and well-proportioned, standing upright and powerful, even a layman could see the beauty.

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

"You wait here for now, and I'll give you a report."

"Senior brother, please."

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

He didn't wait long before he came out again, grabbed Zhang Rong and walked inside.

"My master and the old man Xiao Rong have been old enemies for many years. You can talk more about Xiao Rong in a while, and it is effective to keep it safe."

He reminded in a low voice.

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

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

Xiao Rong's daily life is the most free, and everything is put in the place he likes, the most convenient place.

So his place is quite scattered.

The attic in front of me is different.

Desks, chairs, benches, swords, sticks and swords, lamp holders and kettles are all neatly arranged.

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

In the lobby on the first floor of the attic, a futon is sitting cross-legged on the ground.

Lao Dao narrowed his eyes slightly, stared at Zhang Xintai, and said coldly.

"What do you want to do when you brought Xiao Rong's disciple who was kicked out of the house to me?"

"Do you think that I, Zhang Xuan, are worth picking up rubbish? Should I be worse than his Xiao Rong?"

Zhang Rongfang frowned upon hearing Tattered's words, and he was about to speak when he was unhappy.

But Zhang Xintai spoke with a smile.

"Master doesn't know the truth. If Junior Brother Rongfang is really such a rubbish, how could the disciple bring you here?"

He added: "It's all that Xiao Rong who doesn't know who he is, has no eyes, and even treats Hao Liangyu as broken rubble."

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

"Master, if Xiao Rong finds out later, he finds that Junior Brother Rongfang was really wronged, or 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.

In front of the entire Qinghe Palace, let everyone know that Xiao Rong is not as good as you! So, wouldn't it make him vomit blood? "

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

"Many thanks to the two teachers, but if it's just a battle of wills, there's no need..." 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.

Immediately, he turned around and wanted to leave.

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

"Oh, a little temperamental."

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

"I believe what you said before. If you go down the mountain like this, you will definitely lose your Taoist status. Who knows what the Great Spirit is now, not to mention that he is a barbarian Confucian householder. In this way, he dares to leave as soon as possible. Seems to be really strong."

"It seems that Xiao Rong really has no eyes. You apprentice, I accept it!" Lao Dao stood up and raised his voice.

"???" Zhang Rongfang looked blank. Turn around to look at each other.

"Aren't you surprised?" The old man smiled, "I just like to see other people's mouths drop and they can't make a sound. You want to go, but I, Zhang Xuan, won't let you go!"

"This... Master, you are not..." Zhang Rongfang didn't know what to say.

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

"No.... It's a big deal to accept apprentices, so just say it..." Zhang Rongfang was speechless.

"Don't worry, I'm at the same level as Xiao Rong, both of them are power trainers. He doesn't have a brain, so it doesn't mean I'm the same. UU Reading www.uukanshu.com" Zhang Xuan laughed again.

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

"Don't hurry up and call the master." Zhang Xintai didn't know when he stood behind Zhang Rongfang and pushed him hard.

Zhang Rongfang was helpless, so he could only kneel and knock three times. Half push and half to recognize the master.

"Don't worry, you won't suffer from taking me as your teacher." Old Daoist Zhang Xuan laughed. "Don't look at Xiao Rong's immortality, pretending to be an immortal all day long. If he really fights, I let him have two hands!"

"As far as the pile of waste he harvested with his crooked jujube, compared with my son, let him do everything!"

"Uh.... one hand and one foot are fine..." Zhang Xintai was a little embarrassed by the side.

This father and teacher is eccentric, stubborn, and likes to brag.

But the only good thing about him is that he sees people very accurately.

With his passing eyes, it seemed that Zhang Rongfang was really wronged by Xiao Rong.

"Master....You don't know anything about me, so you just accept it?" After Zhang Rongfang got up, it was still a little hard to accept.

This master-disciple relationship is no small matter in this era.

Although apprentices must be filial to their masters like parents, the masters must also help train the disciples in all aspects.

"What are you afraid of? Just your three-legged cat kung fu? The old man can kill you with just one finger, so I'm afraid you'll turn back?" Zhang Xuan returned to the futon, returning to the old cat's half-squinted state.

"When my master was young, he was a real Rank 5 master!" Zhang Xintai introduced in a low voice.

A fifth-grade expert? !

Zhang Rongfang was slightly shocked, the entire palace lord of Qinghe Palace was only a sixth rank.

At the fifth grade, it is estimated that other people will be able to come to the prison and the owner of the inspection house...