My Attributes Cultivation Life

In the alley, Zhang Rongfang looked at the direction in which Xiao Qingying and the two left, and turned to leave until they could no longer see their backs.

Along the way, he occasionally encountered practitioners who wore light blue Taoist robes and white shirts.

Every time, he kept stopping, standing aside to make way for the road, bowing his head and salute.

In the Qinghe Palace, the disciples are divided into practitioners and chores.

Strictly speaking, handyman disciples are temporary workers and can be dismissed at any time.

But it's different for disciples, so the rules of etiquette are very strict.

If there is any rudeness, the light ones will face the wall and think about being the hardest laborer, the heavy ones will be beaten by dozens of sticks, or even thrown down the mountain.

Zhang Rongfang quickly arrived at the washing room and began to clean up the dirty clothes brought in by buckets with the other dozen or so handymen.

Clothes, crowns, flat shoes, high boots, belts, etc., everything that needs to be cleaned will be thrown here.

After a hard day's work, it wasn't until almost half past ten in the evening that the rest was finally over.

As soon as it was over, Zhang Rong didn't stop at convenience and went straight to the Taoist management room with the money in his chest.

Not long after, he came out of the management room, the silver purse on his body was completely withered, and there was only a little bit of the 2 taels of silver that he had accumulated for a long time.

With a sigh of relief, he looked ahead.

In the Qinghe Palace at night, oil lamps and candles are lit everywhere.

In the direction of the three halls and the dojo, there are still subtle chanting sounds, which are not the voices of Taoist priests, but some devout pilgrims staying in the palace chanting sutras.

What he recites is the Infinite Heart Sutra.

Zhang Rongfang walked along the cobblestone path to the backmost disciple's bungalow area.

The sound of twilight drums floated from a distance, and the sound of the wind was sometimes stronger and weaker.

At the same time, along with the sound of the wind, there was also the smell of some kind of barbecue.

Zhang Rongfang swallowed his saliva involuntarily. The black-faced steamed buns he ate in the cafeteria in the afternoon were simply not enough for him to stick between his teeth.

The errand disciple's meal consisted of two steamed buns with black noodles, a dish of kimchi, and a bowl of egg drop soup that could be seen at the bottom of the bowl at a glance.

A steamed bun is only half a fist, which is barely enough for someone who doesn't move, but it's not enough for a handyman disciple who needs to work as a coolie.

Passing by a cloud platform on a cliff, Zhang Rongfang paused and looked down from the cloud platform.

A dark cloud filled the bottom of the mountain, the crescent moon above was shining brightly, and the mountains in the distance were silent, only the wind whistled through them.

Two noble men dressed in sable also stood in the right corner of the cloud platform, talking in a low voice, not knowing whether it was admiring the moon or talking.

Zhang Rongfang glanced at the light of the Taoist palace, the brown fur of the sable fur was slightly reflective under the light, and it was shiny and smooth.

He used to think that the sable fur was purple, but now it seems that there is no purple at all.

"What are you doing here? Don't affect the layman!" A group of patrolling Taoists who walked behind him whispered.

The man who took the lead was tall and strong, with a black beard, holding a lantern in one hand and a long stick in the other.

Looking at it from a distance, it looks like a tiger crossing the mountain, with bright eyes and a lot of power.

Zhang Rongfang sighed inwardly. Handy disciples just don't have human rights...

On the surface, he hurriedly bowed his head and bowed his head in a salute.

"Yes. I'll be right back." He replied.

That tall and strong Daoist, whose name is Qishan, is the training disciple who led the team during this period of patrolling.

Zhang Rongfang has seen him several times and is quite impressed by him.

This person is just over two meters tall, with a thick waist and broad shoulders, and strong and strong limbs.

Daoist Qishan nodded, watching Zhang Rongfang hurriedly daring to go to the bungalow area of ​​the handyman disciple, then he looked away and continued to patrol.

In the blink of an eye, another half month passed.

In the past half month, Zhang Rongfang went to and from the washing room, the homework dojo, the cafeteria, and the disciple's bungalow area every day.

The dry food he eats every day is completely devoid of oil and water, so he doesn't feel any sign of accumulating attribute points at all.

You know, every time he accumulates attributes, he can feel a trace of heat gathering in his body.

But once the consumption is too large, this accumulated heat will be significantly weakened.

For more than ten days, Zhang Rongfang had to wash the clothes in large buckets every day, which was extremely physically exhausting.

He knew in his heart that he had to find a way to get out of this state.

But everything is not without good news. After the money was given, the handyman disciple was eliminated for the second time, and his name was not in it.

This made Zhang Rongfang heave a sigh of relief.

Taoism is highly valued in Daling. If he can go higher in the future, his treatment will be much better.

Time passed day by day, and in the blink of an eye, more than half a month passed.

The Qinghe Palace sent away a group of distinguished guests who came to have a tea party, and started a new round of screening and assessment of cultivation disciples every year.

Zhang Rongfang saw that there were not many attribute points on his attribute bar at all, and it was still 0. The more he realized in his heart, he couldn't waste time like this.

But for a while, he didn't have a good idea.

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April 1183.

Zhang Rongfang carried two buckets of clothes and walked along the mountain road to the drying yard in the back mountain.

The sky was slightly bright, and the entire Qinghe Palace had a rectangular structure. The drying yard at the back was next to the stone wall of the mountain forest, which was located outside the Taoist palace wall.

Except for the Taoists who came to dry clothes, basically no one would come here.

All around are bare woods and pale rubble piles.

Zhang Rongfang took a few steps and took a few rests. On the one hand, the road here was not easy to walk, and on the other hand, the fog was thick in the mountains at this time, and some could not see the front.

Every time like this, he heard the brothers and sisters in the washing room say that there might be monkeys and hozens in the mountains running out to steal clothes.

So be extra careful.

When drying clothes, someone must guard them. This time, Zhang Rongfang was lucky to get this relatively leisurely job.

The two buckets of clothing weighed sixty pounds, and he had to pick at least fifteen buckets back and forth, which was only part of the robes.

Taking a deep breath, Zhang Rongfang wiped the sweat from his forehead and prepared to continue rushing forward.

At this moment, in the fog on the left front, there were faint voices.

"...Didn't come, what's the matter? Have you been suspected by her before?" said a depressed young man.

"I don't know.... I shouldn't, she was having a heart-to-heart with me last night..." Another female voice replied with some panic.

"Anyway, this time I'm going to the town to purchase, you are responsible for creating opportunities, this thing, before I set off, put it in her gourd..." The male voice lowered his voice as low as possible.

Zhang Rongfang's heart froze. It wasn't the first time he heard someone speak in private, but this time.... there seems to be something wrong.

In the Taoist Palace, because the wind is strong, once the wind is favorable, even if the sound from a dozen meters away is suppressed, you can still hear it somewhat.

And the parties are often not easy to detect.

Zhang Rongfang stood still for a moment and slowly stepped back.

There is usually no one here. Since the other party is secretly discussing this kind of thing, if he is discovered, the consequences may not be good.

Then he heard some explanations one after another.

He didn't want to take care of this kind of thing, and he didn't have the ability to take care of it, but just when he was about to turn around and want to leave, a name suddenly entered his ear.

Xiao Qingying!

Zhang Rongfang stood still, his eyes flickering uncertainly.

After a pause, he continued to step back for a while, and then he deliberately hummed the Taoist scriptures and walked ahead with his clothes on.

The voice drifted far forward, and soon after he reached the position just now, he really didn't hear the voice.

Obviously, the two who were secretly talking heard him approaching and left early.

As Zhang Rongfang hurried forward, he was thinking about it.

He didn't know who the speaker was, but he remembered the voice. In addition, it was mentioned in the speech that she was going to buy medicine in the town. It seems that Xiao Qingying should be calculated on her way to the town to buy.

Then, as long as she finds out when she is going to town, she can secretly remind her to report.

After reporting the letter, if something happened, then on the one hand, he could repay Xiao Qingying's favor last time, and on the other hand, maybe...

Zhang Rong didn't change his face, he went to the drying yard as usual, and he and another disciple put all the clothes on the drying pole, and pulled and patted them neatly.

He didn't go to report the letter immediately, but still guarded the drying yard. He ate the black steamed buns he brought with him in the middle, and didn't pack up his clothes until the sun went down in the afternoon.

After a busy day, I finished my homework tonight, when the twilight drum was about to sound.

Zhang Rongfang quickly got up from the dojo and walked towards Xiao Rong who was about to leave.

Xiao Rong is a preacher who is responsible for the homework of all the miscellaneous disciples. His status is higher than that of ordinary practitioners, and he is equivalent to a deacon in the Qinghe Palace. Only under the Palace Master, the Prison Court, and the Palace Master.

He is also Xiao Qingying's biological father.

Xiao Rong has a beard on his face, and he always carries a wine gourd on his body, but there is usually very little wine in it.

Rumor has it that he is a veritable alcoholic, but he is rarely seen drinking.

At this time, Xiao Rong saw that a handyman disciple got up and came towards him in the dojo. The pace was quicker, and he also paused for a while.

"Is something wrong?"

Zhang Rongfang showed a clasped fist and bowed before saying, "Disciple Zhang Rongfang, I have seen Master Mingguang."

"Let's talk, the drums are going to play again." Xiao Rong has a mild temper and doesn't have any bad thoughts about the handyman disciple.

His Dao name is also called Mingguang, and he has an officially certified mage title, so his honorary title is generally called Qimingguang mage.

"That's right, in the daytime, when the disciple goes to the back mountain to dry his clothes..." Zhang Rongfang didn't hide the slightest bit, and truthfully told everything he heard.

As for how to judge, he believed that Xiao Rong had his own judgment.

As he talked little by little, Xiao Rong's sloppy expression at first gradually became solemn.

After Zhang Rongfang finished speaking, he pondered for a while, glanced at the handyman disciples who had long since dispersed, and waved his hand.

"Are you sure you heard right?"

"Sure!" Zhang Rongfang nodded solemnly.

"If I let you hear the sound of the morning again, can you tell the difference?" Xiao Rong asked.

"It should be possible! I'm not sure." Zhang Rongfang nodded.

Xiao Rong looked thoughtful. Then he carefully looked at the messenger disciple in front of him.

"This matter is very important, you have thought about it, if you slander other disciples, but you will be punished with fifty canes, with your body and bones, there is basically no way to survive." He spoke again.

"The disciple does not dare to make a false statement." Zhang Rongfang said solemnly, "Actually, Senior Sister Xiao Qingying once helped the disciple once in the alley beside the Xuanxin Hall. The disciple has always kept it in mind. If it were someone else, the disciple should not dare to come out to report the letter, but when I heard that Senior Sister Xiao was involved, no matter what, the disciple did not dare to take the slightest concern."

Zhang Rong is sincere and frank. No matter in his previous life or now, he has the same character, and his grievances are clear. Gratitude will be rewarded.

Therefore, these words came from the bottom of my heart, and I said them decisively.

Hearing this, Xiao Rong's eyes moved slightly. The composition of the handyman disciples was not that good. Among them, it was extremely rare to have someone like this one, with clear articulation, clear thinking, and kindness and righteousness.

Among the handymen disciples, most of them were abandoned sons from nearby towns who were sent by various families to occupy Taoist status.

Many of them have been trained on how to serve others before coming here. As for reading, literacy, articulation and thinking clearly, there are not many.

These days, not everyone is qualified to read and write. Even if the rich peasants and rich households have the spare money, they must have the time and energy.

Not to mention having such kindness....