My Attributes Cultivation Life

Holding the comfort after the breakthrough, Zhang Rongfang fell asleep.

Early the next day.

He did not follow the rest of the disciples to do morning lessons, but went to the dormitory, which is the place to manage and arrange various affairs of the disciples.

Deacon Yiwen Xiu arranged for him to go down the mountain to the county.

The deacon's surname was Xu and his name was Zhongchun. He was a chubby old Taoist priest who wore a pair of black-rimmed glasses.

The glasses do not have temples, but are wrapped with a rope and tied with the hair in a bun.

Zhang Rongfang is not surprised, this great spirit is similar to the ancient China he knew in his previous life.

It is normal to have glasses.

"Junior Zhang, at the Qinghe Temple in Huaxin County, we have already stationed three martial arts cultivators, and the leader is nephew Li Heng.

You have followed Li Heng's arrangement in the past. If you have any errands or personal affairs, you can ask Li Heng for it.

In addition, the specific departure time is within today.

There are many wild beasts in the mountains and forests. It is best not to take a fork road along the way, and to take more official roads to avoid danger.

This is the dry food bag for you. "

Xu Zhongchun smiled and handed over a small gray package.

"Thank you Uncle Xu for reminding me." Zhang Rongfang quickly took it and nodded in salute.

On the ground, the etiquette must be in place, otherwise there may be an accident if something goes wrong.

"This time, Shi-nephew Zhang, you are going to lead the team. There are three people. They are all on duty in the county. This is your letter. Take it."

Xu Zhongchun handed over a small notebook made of vellum paper, on which a lot of content was written in small characters.

Such as name, place of origin, where is Taoist origin, where have you been, each place you go has a seal left, and information such as the place where the ultimatum was issued.

This is the old passport.

Zhang Rongfang took it carefully.

Without this, no one in Daling is allowed to enter the city. So you have to be careful.

After going out and meeting the other three people who were leaving together, Zhang Rongfang brought his luggage and went to Master Zhang Xuan to bid farewell to the master and senior brother, and then slowly walked out of Qinghe Gongshan Gate.

The group of four walked hundreds of meters. Zhang Rongfang suddenly turned his head and looked at the Sandong Mountain Gate of the Qinghe Palace.

The three holes of the Taoist mountain gate symbolize the three realms, namely Taiji, Wuji, and the present world.

Stepping into the mountain gate means stepping out of the Three Realms.

The so-called jumping out of the Three Realms is not in the Five Elements, and the Three Realms refers to here.

At this time, Zhang Rongfang looked back and looked at the quiet buildings in the Qinghe Palace. He felt an inexplicable feeling of parting.

The Palace of Qinghe is the first place he came to this world, the real safe haven, and the first place to shelter from the rain.

Now I finally have to get out of here, out of this comfort zone, and into the real spirit.

This time, he was stationed in Huaxin County. According to the rules, he had to stay outside for at least one year. to rotate back.

One year....

"Senior brother?" The voices of other Taoists came from behind.

Zhang Rongfang came back to his senses.

"Let's go."

He turned around and looked at the endless sea of ​​mountains, forests and trees in front of him, feeling the abundant strength and physical energy brought by the breakthrough just now, no longer fear in his heart, strode forward.

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"Golden broad beans, crispy and fragrant, after eating a handful, it's full of fragrance!"

"Boiled duck eggs, five cents apiece, oily and fragrant!"

"Fix the leather boots, 15 wen at a time, and the craftsmanship will not leave scars."

"The best lamp oil is in Hongji, sesame oil, fish oil, fragrant fruit oil, white tung oil, everything!"

In the lively market, the crowd was surging, and the hawkers carrying the burdens shouted as they walked.

The guys in front of the shop all showed their magical powers, shouting and selling.

In front of the restaurant, there are juggling performers one by one, attracting many passers-by to stop and watch.

If you are tired from standing, you will naturally go upstairs to order something to eat and drink, and watch while you eat.

In front of the discounted fruit stalls, farmers in rough clothes can also buy a few toothbrush offerings with their sleeves rolled up.

The lady of the rich family, under the **** of the maids and servants, walked in and out of the incense powder shop and the satin cloth line slowly.

Wearing dome hats and long coats, there were three and five groups of young offspring. Some of them talked, laughed, and talked eloquently, making their mouths foam.

Some put their hands behind their backs slowly, their eyes wandering.

Others suddenly met acquaintances and stopped to greet each other.

"Hey, senior brother, come and see, what's in front of this ready-to-wear store?"

On the street of the market, four figures wearing tao robes of Qinghe Palace and blue bottoms are walking slowly and leisurely along the flow of people.

Among them, Zhang Rongfang, who has grown to 1.78 meters tall and is strong and well-proportioned, is the one who walks in the forefront.

He was dressed in the blue-bottomed Taoist robe of a practitioner, with a white jacket and a large bag of gray cloth on his back. The long hair was caught by a copper crescent on the Taoist bun.

Compared to before, his skin complexion was a little paler, and it had gone from a darker level to a normal person.

Hearing the question behind him, he looked back.

It was junior sister Du Jiu who spoke.

Because she was the youngest, several people called her Xiao Jiu.

Xiaojiu has a lively and cheerful personality, but she is quite sensible and reasonable, so although her appearance and figure are not very good, she is very active on the road.

"What?" Zhang Rongfang looked in the direction Du Jiu pointed.

In front of the door of a clothing store called Li Ji, there are vertical boards, each with a sentence written on it.

The first block reads: 'Don't ask about your future. ’

The second piece is: 'Just ask about the clothes. ’

The third piece: 'Inappropriate clothing. ’

The fourth block: 'The future is dishonest. ’

The fifth piece: 'Copying competition, the best one can enter the store for a 20% discount. ’

The handwriting pen is quite beautiful.

"Twenty percent off...! This... Shall we also participate?" Xiao Jiu was a little moved.

Taoists do not have to wear Taoist robes all the time, some plainer dresses are also acceptable.

"It's better to go to the Taoist Temple and stay there first." Another male disciple said solemnly, more prudently.

"Okay... Then I'll go back and remember the place, and I can try it myself! I think my handwriting is good." Jiu'er was very interested.

"Who of you has been to Qinghe Temple? I have been to the county, but I have never been to the Taoist temple here." Zhang Rongfang frowned.

Including Jiu'er, the three shook their heads.

It's just that a few people didn't pay attention. Just as they were talking, the guy waiting in the ready-to-wear store turned his eyes slightly and listened intently.

Hearing that they were looking for Qing Heguan, the guy didn't move, pretending to be sitting in front of the door dozing off.

It wasn't until the three of Zhang Rongfang slowly walked away that he raised his head and quickly turned around and entered the store.

Not long after, a little girl walked out of the ready-to-wear store and ran quickly to an alley next door.

There are many shops on this street with people from the Rice Gang. If you go late, you won't be able to get the reward.

After half an hour, Zhang Rongfang and his party finally found the place of Qinghe Temple.

After a few people handed over the tasks, the few Taoists who were on duty in the temple reluctantly packed their bags and left.

The watcher, Li Heng, is young and strong, a second-rank martial artist. He is now in his early thirties and has a big belly.

After he arranged the residence of Zhang Rongfang and others, he waved his hand and let them act on their own, and the Taoist temple was handed over to a few people.

He himself left the Taoist temple in a hurry and disappeared.

Zhang Rongfang didn't care either. Li Heng was drunk when he met, so he probably either went to the wine shop, went to the restaurant, or went to the bar.

Taoism is not as taboo as Buddhists. That Li Heng has stayed in this bustling Huaxin County for so long, and he has already become a local snake.

Judging by his chubby body, he said he was a second-grade person, but if he really moved his hands, he was afraid that he was not even a first-grade person.

He settled down the few people who came with him, and walked around the small Taoist temple again.

The Qinghe Temple is very simple. It has a square structure, a main hall, a dozen wing rooms, a small space in front of the hall where incense burners are placed, and then the main gate.

The whole is the smallest quadrangle.

In the entire Taoist temple, apart from a few of them, there was only Li Heng, the master of the temple, and two floor sweepers.

After packing up the bed and other things, Zhang Rongfang took the letter from his senior brother Zhang Xintai and left the Taoist temple to find the residence of Mrs. Yang Hongyan.

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Qinghe Palace.

Zhang Xuan sat cross-legged on the futon, dozing off in the sun in the open space in the backyard.

The two sparrows were jumping on the opposite fence, chattering, making him a little dissatisfied.

"Father, father?"

Zhang Xintai rushed into the backyard with a smile on his face.

"I'm going to go to the county tomorrow. I agreed with Yanzi last time to accompany her to the mountain city."

"What's there to do in the mountain city?" Zhang Xuan didn't want to stay on the mountain alone, so he was a little dissatisfied.

"It's all mountain goods, haven't you seen it before?"

"Isn't this about to get married soon? I'm planning to send something to my father-in-law and mother-in-law." Zhang Xintai was very excited.

"The matter of the Chen family is over, and the matter in the county is not over yet, why are you so anxious?" Zhang Xuan pouted. He tilted his head to avoid looking at his son.

"With Chen Baihu watching, the Mi Gang is probably already in a hurry. They have no time to pay attention to us." Zhang Xintai said indifferently.

"Besides, the Chen family wants to take revenge, and they are the ones who go to the prison by themselves. What does it have to do with us?"

"You kid... go ahead, go, be careful on the road. Remember to bring that thing with you." Zhang Xuan couldn't resist his son, so he could only wave his hand.

"Let me, the old man, be alone in this lonely attic and wait to die."

"...Er." Zhang Xintai's expression froze. "Father, don't you want me to give birth to a few big fat boys?"

"Well..." Zhang Xuan pondered, "This is.... You boy, this is the case in this life, why don't you give birth to a few more, train me, and strengthen the lintel! Go, go Come on, get out now!"

"It's ordered!" Zhang Xintai immediately grinned, turned around and quickly packed up his things.

"By the way, Daddy, don't forget the engagement time, but you have to be there together." He ran far away before his voice came back.

"Understood, on the first day of February, I'll be there on time."

Zhang Xuan calculated the time. Today is only ten days away from the first day of the next month. …

Ugh...

He let out a long sigh. Going bankrupt again...

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Huaxin County is divided into four districts, which are synonymous with the four directions of east, west, north and south.

Each district has a dozen streets and hundreds of houses.

Qinghe Temple is located in the eastern district, while Yang Hongyan's family lives in the western district, and needs to pass through the center of the county.

Zhang Rongfang made inquiries everywhere, and finally found Yang Hongyan's sister-in-law's house before the sun went down.

After delivering the letter, he breathed a sigh of relief and hurried back slowly.

Under the setting sun, among the rows of bungalows in the entire Huaxin County, there are occasionally one or two multi-storey buildings, all bathed in red light.

Zhang Rongfang tightened his Taoist robe and walked straight along the wall of a large family.

An ox cart on the left was slowly passing by, and the driver swung his whip constantly, and there was still a lump of cow dung left on the ground passing by.

Zhang Rongfang wrinkled his nose and quickened his pace, trying to avoid the smell of cow dung.

Just before taking a few steps, at the end of the wall in front, at the right turn of the road, a few dark men with sleeves rolled up quietly.

The eyes of these people were bright, and they all stared at this side.

Zhang Rongfang paused in his footsteps and quickly turned his head to take a look.

Sure enough, a few people came out behind them, holding solid wooden sticks in their hands, eyeing them.

Although it was just a stick, those people were holding at least forearms thick. If they were hit, their bones would be broken.