In the alleyway, Zhang Rongfang looked at the direction where Xiao Qingying and the two left, and only turned around and left until they couldn't see their backs at all.

Along the way, he met cultivators wearing light blue robes and white shirts from time to time.

Each time he had to stop, stand aside and bow his head to the sidelines.

In the Qinghe Palace, disciples are divided into cultivators and miscellaneous disciples.

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

But the disciples are different, so the etiquette rules are very strict.

If there is any rudeness, the light one thinks about being the hardest laborer, and the heavy one will hit dozens of canes with a cane, or even throw them down the mountain with a cane.

Zhang Rongfang soon arrived at the washing room and began to clean up buckets of dirty clothes with the remaining dozen or so handymen.

Clothing, crowns, flats, boots, belts, etc., everything that needs to be cleaned up will be thrown here.

After a hard day's work, it was not 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, took the money in his chest, and went straight to the Taoist management room.

Not long after, he came out of the management room, and the silver wallet on his body had completely dried up, and only a little bit of the two taels of silver he had accumulated for a long time remained.

Relieved, he looked ahead.

At night, Seiwa Palace is full of lit oil lamps and candles.

In the direction of the three halls and the dojo, there is still a subtle sound of chanting, which is not the voice of Taoist priests, but some pious pilgrims staying in the palace to chant.

The recitation is the Immeasurable Heart Sutra.

Zhang Rongfang walked down the cobblestone path to the disciple bungalow area at the back.

The sound of the twilight drums drifted from afar, sometimes strong and sometimes weak with the sound of the wind.

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

Zhang Rongfang swallowed his saliva unconsciously, the little black flour steamed bun he ate in the cafeteria in the afternoon was not enough for him to stuff his teeth.

The food of the miscellaneous disciples is two black flour steamed buns per meal, a plate of messy kimchi, and a bowl of egg drop soup that can be seen at the bottom of the bowl at a glance.

A steamed bun is only half a fist, and if it is a person who does not move, it is barely enough to eat, but they are a miscellaneous disciple who needs to do coolies, and it is not enough at all.

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

A black cloud filled the mountain, the crescent moon shone brightly, and the mountains in the distance were silent, only the wind whistled through them.

Two nobles dressed in sables also stood in the corner on the right side of the gimbal, talking in a low voice, not knowing whether to admire the moon or talk heart-to-heart.

Zhang Rongfang looked at it through the light of the Dao Palace, and the brown fur of the sable fur was slightly reflected in the light, shiny and smooth.

He had always thought that the sable fur was purple, but now it seems that he didn't see anything purple at all.

"What are you doing here? Don't bother the laymen! At this time, a group of patrol Taoists who walked behind him scolded in a low voice.

The man who led the way was tall and strong, with a black beard, and carried a lantern in one hand and a long stick in the other.

Looking at it from afar, it looks like a tiger crossing the mountain, its eyes are scorching, and its power is not small.

Zhang Rongfang sighed in his heart. Miscellaneous disciples just don't have human rights...

On the surface, he hurriedly bowed his head and saluted, and the etiquette could not be lost.

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

That tall and strong Taoist Dao Dao Qishan is the leading cultivator disciple who patrols this time period.

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

This person is more than two meters tall, with a thick waist and broad shoulders, thick and powerful limbs, and once practiced in the dojo, and he still has the upper hand in a dozen or three.

Qishan Daoist nodded, and watched Zhang Rongfang walk briskly towards the bungalow area of the miscellaneous disciples, so he looked away and continued to patrol.

In the blink of an eye, half a month has passed.

In the past half month, Zhang Rongfang came and went to the washing room, the homework dojo, the canteen, and the disciple bungalow area every day.

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

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

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

For more than ten days, Zhang Rongfang had to wash large barrels of clothes every day, which was extremely physically exertional.

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

But everything is not without good news, after sending the money, the second elimination of the miscellaneous disciples went down the mountain, and there was no name in it.

This made Zhang Rongfang feel relieved.

Taoism is highly valued in Daling, and if you can go higher in the future, the treatment will be much better.

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

Qinghe Palace sent away a group of distinguished guests who came to the tea party, and began a new round of cultivation disciple screening and assessment every year.

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

But for a while, he didn't have anything to do.

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April 1183.

Zhang Rongfang carried two buckets of clothes, walked along the mountain road, and walked towards the drying field in the back mountain.

The sky is slightly bright, the whole Qinghe Palace is a rectangular structure, and the drying field at the back is next to the mountain forest stone wall, which is located outside the Daogong wall.

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

It was surrounded by bare woods and miserable white rocks.

Zhang Rongfang walked a few steps and rested, on the one hand, the road here is not easy to walk, and on the other hand, the fog in the mountains is heavy at this time, and he can't see the front clearly.

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

So be extra careful.

When drying clothes, someone must be guarded, and this time Zhang Rongfang was lucky to get this rather idle job.

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

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

At this moment, in the fog in front of the left, there was a faint sound of whispering.

“.... Didn't come, what's going on? Were you suspected by her before? A low-pitched young male voice said.

"I don't know.... Probably not, she was talking to me last night...."The other female voice replied with some trepidation.

"Anyway, this time I went to the town to purchase, you are responsible for creating opportunities, this thing, put it in her gourd for me before I go..."The male voice said as low as possible.

Zhang Rongfang's heart sank, it was not the first time he had heard others speak in private, but this time.... There seems to be something wrong.

In the Dao Palace, because of the strong wind, once the wind is favorable, the sound more than ten meters away, even if it is suppressed, can be heard to some extent.

And the parties are often not easy to detect.

Zhang Rongfang stood still for a moment and slowly retreated backwards.

There is usually no one here, and 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 care about this kind of thing, and he didn't have the ability to care about it, but just when he was about to turn around and want to leave, a name suddenly got into his ears.

Xiao Qingying!

Zhang Rongfang froze, his eyes flickering.

After a pause, he continued to retreat a distance before deliberately humming the Tao Sutra and picking up his clothes to walk ahead.

The voice drifted far ahead, and soon he walked to the position he had just had, and he really didn't hear the voice anymore.

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

Zhang Rongfang hurried forward, while thinking in his heart.

He didn't know who it was, but he remembered the voice. In addition, it was mentioned in the speech that he was drugged when he went to the town to purchase, and it seems that Xiao Qingying should be calculated on the way to the town to purchase at a certain time.

Then as long as you find out when she is going to town, you can secretly remind the report.

After reporting the news, if something happens, then on the one hand, he can repay Xiao Qingying's favor last time, and on the other hand, he may be able to....

Zhang Rong did not move, went to the drying ground as usual, and put all the clothes on the clothes pole with another disciple, pulling and patting them neatly in rows.

He didn't go to report the news immediately, but still guarded the drying ground, and ate the dry food and black steamed buns he brought here in the middle, and didn't pack his clothes and rush back until the sun went down in the afternoon.

It's been a busy day, until tonight when I'm about to finish my homework and the twilight drum is about to sound.

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

Xiao Rong is the preacher who is responsible for the homework of all the miscellaneous disciples, and his status is higher than that of ordinary cultivators, equivalent to the deacon in the Qinghe Palace. Only under the palace master, the prison court, and the palace master.

At the same time, 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.

He is rumored to be a veritable drunkard, but he is rarely seen drinking.

At this time, Xiao Rong saw that on the dojo, a miscellaneous disciple got up and rushed towards him. The pace was hurried, and he paused and waited.

"Something?"

Zhang Rongfang showed his fists and saluted, and after bowing up, he said, "Disciple Zhang Rongfang, I have seen Master Mingguang." ”

"Come on, the drums are going to sound again." Xiao Rong has a gentle temper and has no bad opinion of miscellaneous disciples.

His Dao name is also called Mingguang, and he has an officially certified mage title, so the honorific title is generally called Mingguang Master.

"That's the case, when the disciple went to the back mountain to dry his clothes during the day..."Zhang Rongfang did not hide it at all, and truthfully said everything he heard.

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

As he told little by little, Xiao Rong's somewhat casual expression at the beginning gradually became solemn.

After Zhang Rongfang finished speaking, he thought for a while, glanced at the miscellaneous disciples who had long dispersed around him, and waved his hand.

"Are you sure you heard me right?"

"Sure!" Zhang Rongfang nodded solemnly.

"If you hear the morning again, will you be able to tell it?" Xiao Rong asked.

"It should work! 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 important, you have thought about it, if you slander other disciples, but you will be punished with fifty rods, with your body and bones, there is basically no way to survive after the fight." He spoke again.

"The disciple doesn't dare to say half a lie." Zhang Rongfang said solemnly, "Actually, Senior Sister Xiao Qingying helped her disciple once in the alley by the Xuanxin Hall before. The disciple has always kept it in mind. Originally, if this kind of thing was replaced by someone else, the disciple should not and would not dare to rashly come out to report the news, but when he heard that Senior Sister Xiao was involved, the disciple would not dare to have the slightest burden no matter what. ”

Zhang Rong is sincere and calm, whether in his previous life or now, he has the same character, and his grievances are clear. Kindness will be rewarded.

So these words come from the bottom of my heart and are said categorically.

Hearing this, Xiao Rong's eyes moved slightly, the composition of the miscellaneous disciples is not good, among them, it is extremely rare to have a person like the person in front of him, who has a clear speech, a clear thinking, and a person who is kind and righteous.

Among the miscellaneous disciples, most of them were abandoned sons in nearby towns who were sent by various families to occupy the Taoist books.

Many of them have been trained in how to serve before they come, and as for literacy, articulate articulation, and clear thinking, there are not many of them.

In these years, not everyone is qualified to read and write, even if the rich peasants and rich households have this spare money, they must also have this time and energy.

Not to mention that there is such a gracious ....