My Attribute Cultivation Life

2022-03-09

Chapter 1 on Clear Peace Palace

July 1182, Morning.

The rain was dripping down the eaves.

The water droplets hit the ground, smashed, splashed, some flew in the air, and some landed on the brown corner surface.

There are two people standing beside the wall under the eaves.

A thin man, in his teens, with a flushed complexion, was wearing an azure daoist robe that had been washed white.

His long black hair was tied into a bun with a wooden brown crescent crown. Rough, unpolished corners can also be seen on the edge of the crown.

Standing opposite him was a beautiful woman with a veil, bright eyes and fair complexion.

The woman is slender, wearing a plain white dress that only reaches the mid-thigh, revealing her fair skin. She wears knee-length brown leather boots and a jade stone leather around her waist. ‘s emerald belt.

“Rong Fang, I may go to the capital in a while, and I may not be able to see you often in the future.” The woman’s voice was soft and clear, as clean as Buddha Mountain spring water.

“Didn’t you promise me that you won’t go to accompany that Dumaran again!?” The man gritted his teeth, almost squeezing out a voice.

“I promised you.” The woman nodded, “So I’m not with Domaran now.”

She lightly sighed, turned her head and looked towards the jungle in the rain curtain outside the eaves .

In the dark green and brown forest, this branch is swaying in the wind.

The sound of hua hua and the sound of crackling raindrops are mixed together and cannot be distinguished from each other.

“In life, if you want to avoid being bullied, you must try your best to climb up. Don’t you understand this truth yet?”

The woman said softly.

“I don’t want to do this either, but what else can I use as a bargaining chip besides this beauty? At least, I am much luckier than other mediocre women, at least I still have hope of turning over! ”

She opened the shackle from the small bag on the back waist, took out an item wrapped in light butter paper, and moved towards the man and handed it over.

“My parents left early, we are the only two brothers and sisters left in this world to depend on each other, Rong Fang, this is what I have saved over the past few years, you can take it”

She handed over the oiled paper package.

In the past few years, since I figured it out, the woman finally sold everything to the man at a suitable price, and also exchanged for the safety of the younger brother and herself, and no worries about food and clothing.

In addition, in this paper bag, there is something the younger brother has been wanting for a long time.

The woman thought of this, and the other hand unconsciously pressed the skin on the back of her thigh.

I can feel the pain through the skirt.

For that thing, she gave up her dignity and became someone else’s plaything.

But it’s worth it.

These money, plus that thing, should be enough for the young brother’s food and clothing for many years after she leaves

“Take it, don’t worry, I will definitely let us Live it.”

pa!

The man fiercely slapped the oiled paper bag.

The oil-paper bag was smashed with great force, rolled into the rain curtain, rolled several times on the wet mud, and scattered a stack of banknotes and copper coins of different sizes.

“Who wants your dirty money!” The man suddenly raised his head and shouted, “Do you think you won’t know if you don’t tell others? Do you think you can live a good life with money!? You think no one knows what you do all day long!? Do you know what other people are saying about you behind your back?!”

“You don’t know anything! It’s fun to be played by others. Isn’t that right!? You shameless, I want to face!”

“How did my parents teach us? You forgot all about it?”

“I, Zhang Rongfang, from now on , I won’t recognize you as a sister!! Now take your dirty money and get out of here!!”

pa!

He fiercely slapped the woman. Turned around and left, and soon disappeared into the depths of the forest in the rain.

The woman was stunned for a moment, her right cheek was flushed red and slowly swollen, but she couldn’t care less, hurried out of the eaves, ran to the paper bag that was blown away, squatted down from the ground. Zhang Zhang picked up the banknotes.

She picked it up very carefully, but unfortunately, the rain and muddy water, plus a few laps on the ground. Still, most of the old banknotes were confused and rotten.

These rotten ones can no longer be used, they can only be discarded. This means that most of her previous efforts were wasted.

While the woman picked it up, a drop of water suddenly dropped on the back of her hand, but the water did not seem to be raindrops.

Tears blurred her vision and muddy water on her hands.

“Don’t blame him, he is still young, he is ignorant and doesn’t know the importance of money, and he will do it later”

She didn’t go on, just repackaged the money and things Returning the oil paper bag, squatting there, drenched in the rain, his voice choked and muttered, not knowing what to say.

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Great Ling · 1183, February.

Pingyu Road, Huaxin County, Clear Peace Palace.

The cross-shaped safflower swayed gently on the tree, and a drop of dew fell from the end of the petal.

The dewdrops fell, streaked across the trees more than ten meters high, and smashed lightly on the cheeks of a person.

The Taoist reached out and rubbed his face, closed his eyes, picked up the yellow bottle gourd in his hand, and sniffed at the mouth.

“A bottle gourd is drunk in Haitangzhou in spring, and a bottle gourd is drunk before its fragrance. This wine really deserves to be the famous bottle gourd wine. You can smell it and feel comfortable all over the body!”

He looked intoxicated. Holding the bottle gourd and looking up, making a drinking gesture, imagining that there is wine pouring out of the empty bottle gourd.

In front of the Taoist is a black and white Tai Chi Chart dojo, which is square, surrounded by white walls, and flowers and trees stand in great numbers.

A dozen young daoists are sitting cross-legged in the dojo, chanting scriptures.

“Bamboo smashes need to be nourished with bamboo, holding chickens as eggs. All kinds of labor are not futile, and they are like real lead and holy machines.”

A group of young Taoists used a They sang the tune and recited the scriptures. There were two Taoists beside them, one held the emperor bell (Taoist hand-ringing bell), and the other played the small drum, echoing the accompaniment of each other.

In the corner, a young Taoist with slightly dark skin and a little thin, was opening and closing his mouth, but no sound came out.

Apparently the person was just lip-syncing.

He was dressed in a deep azure Taoist uniform, with a crescent-shaped wooden Taoist crown on his head, and his face was dull.

On the surface it’s a chorus, but in reality there’s chaos in the mind.

It has been more than ten days since he came to this world, and Zhang Rongfang is still in a daze, unable to adapt to the life here.

One night, he simply closed his eyes, opened them again, and changed places.

After more than ten days of observation, Zhang Rongfang collected all kinds of information quietly, and probably figured out a little of the situation here.

This is a huge kingdom called Great Ling.

And the area where he is located is a Taoist temple of neither too big nor too small in the mountains west of Great Ling.

The Taoist temple is called Clear Peace Palace. Hundreds of Taoists live in the square Dao Palace.

He Zhang Rongfang is one of them.

The Taoist priests have morning and evening classes every day. In addition to chanting scriptures, they are doing chores. Occasionally, a little Taoist priest can be seen practicing Taoist cultivation techniques.

But.

Zhang Rongfang found out after inquiring carefully that the Taoist cultivation technique in this world has no exaggerated effect, and is mainly created for longevity and health preservation.

There is no Immortal Technique, no weird magic weapon, and no Controlling Sword Flight.

The only benefit of the Taoist priests here is that they are in good health, less disease, and occasionally they can treat others, that is, qigong treatment as the saying goes

After seeing several Dao Palaces, it is said that Zhang Rongfang lost his mind completely after being a proven Taoist.

Several decades of Cultivation, that is, to make these veterans healthy, full of red light, fast running, strong in spirit, and the rest have nothing special.

Following Qi Forging Sutra who finished the morning class, a group of Taoists sat in silence for a while before getting up to the sound of the bell.

“If you want to go to the fire room, hurry up. There is a distinguished person visiting this morning. Everyone is ready, don’t be as lazy as usual.” Senior Brother, who is in charge of supervising the morning class, Hands holding a whisk loudly shouted.

“I can’t get a fire if I go early. I’m running out of firewood, and I haven’t made up for it. I’ve been screaming, I know it’s called all day long, and the master hasn’t spoken.”

Bai Fat Daoist Priest muttered in a low voice.

The Fat Daoist Priest glanced at Zhang Rongfang.

“Old Fang, why don’t you do it for me? I’ll give you this number.” He stretched out his index finger.

“Ten texts?” Zhang Rongfang understood, “No, I have something to do today.”

“Oh, are you going to the letter room to get the letter?” Fat Daoist Priest Called Pang Zhong, heard this and laughed.

It’s just that there seems to be something different in his smile.

Zhang Rongfang ignored it.

After he came to this world, he inherited the memory of his predecessor to some extent, knowing that both his parents had died, and he had an elder sister, but now the elder sister also went to a distant capital, and now he has also cut off contact.

And it seems that he left voluntarily and came to Clear Peace Palace to become a Taoist priest before disconnecting.

He left the dojo and walked along the side corridor, all the way to the writing room.

The corridor on the road is a back-shaped, linking three dojos.

In one of the dojos, three or five pairs of Disciples wearing daoist robes, leggings and hand bindings were training against each other.

Zhang Rongfang glanced at him from a distance. The Taoists on the field were only practicing ordinary boxing.

There is no inner Qi, except that he is a little louder than the average person, the rest is normal.

An imperceptible black line flashed in his eyes.

For a while, rows of game-like attribute data appeared above the heads of the Taoists in the field.

‘Wang Yingshi – life 11-15, skills: Rejuvenation Clean Talisman Scripture -Seventh – Mountain Type Talisman. ‘

‘Xie Zhao – Life 12-13, Skill: Rejuvenation Clean Talisman Scripture -Fifth – Mixed Origin Talisman. ‘

‘Chen Dashi – Life 11-14, Skill: Rejuvenation Clean Talisman Scripture -Seventh – Mountain Type Talisman. ‘

The information of each Taoist appeared in Zhang Rongfang’s eyes.

He lowered his head and looked at himself.

‘Zhang Rongfang – Life 8-9, Skill: None. Available attributes: 0. ‘

His own life and skills have little yellow plus signs behind them. Obviously, this can be forcibly improved with attribute points, just like the games he’s played in his previous life.

This ability looks a lot like a game, but Zhang Rongfang prefers to see it as a mutation ability.

Because this ability did not come out at first, but gradually improved as he learned more about the outside world and collected more information.

Name, life, skills, all come from this.

And this world doesn’t look like a game, because it’s too real.

After more than ten days of thinking and analysis, collecting data, and testing, Zhang Rongfang found that the only way to increase the attribute is to eat.

The better you eat, the more nutritious you are, and the faster you accumulate attribute points.

He has passed the test and got a little attribute, added to life. Therefore, his life can be improved from the original 7-8 to 8-9.

In this Clear Peace Palace where ordinary Taoist lives are 8-9, Zhang Rongfang has reached the average level.

Crossing the corridor, he quickly found a small room.

The room is a wood house built alone at the entrance of the corridor, which is full of various letter packages, guarded by a half-squinted Old Daoist.

Old Daoist was sitting in front of the door with his back against the wall, smoking a cigarette in his hand.

“Senior Brother Xu, take my letter.” Zhang Rongfang cup one fist in the other hand gave a salute.

Old Xu stretched out his hand and hurrahed from behind, pulled out a package, opened it, and took out a rough, pale yellow envelope from the inside.

Zhang Rongfang took it, cup one fist in the other hand again, turned around and walked towards the bungalow area where Disciples lived.

As he walked, he tore open the envelope and pulled out the letter.

The letter contained only a very small line, and a small denomination note was attached. Above is the number of 100 wen.

The sender is Dawn Cage Building, a check box.

(End of this chapter)