July 1182, Morning.

Rain continued to drip down the eaves.

Water droplets smashed on the ground, shattered, splashed, some flew into the air, some landed on the brown corner surface.

By the wall under the eaves, two people were standing at this time.

A man, thin and in his teens, with a flushed complexion, was wearing a white-washed cyan robe.

His long black hair was tied in a bun and a wooden brown crescent crown was inserted. Rough, unpolished corners can also be seen on the edges of the crown.

Standing across from him was a beautiful woman wearing a veil, with bright eyes and a fair complexion.

The woman was slender in a plain white dress with a mid-thigh hem that showed fair skin, her feet wore knee-length brown leather boots, and she wore an emerald green belt made of jade leather around her waist.

"Rong Fang, I may have to go to Dadu in a while, and in the future... I probably won't be able to come to see you often. The woman's voice was soft and clear, as clean as a mountain stream.

"Didn't you promise me that you wouldn't go with that Dumaran again!?" The man gritted his teeth, almost squeezing a sound out of his teeth.

"I promised you." The woman nodded, "So I'm not following Dumaran now." ”

She sighed softly and turned her head to look at the dense forest in the rain outside the eaves.

In the dark green and brown forest, the wind stirred the branches and shook them.

The sound of the rattling and the crackling raindrops were mixed together, and it was impossible to distinguish each other.

"In life, if you want not to be bullied, you have to try your best to climb up. Don't you still understand this? ”

The woman said softly.

"I don't want to do that, but what else can I use as a bargaining chip other than this look? At the very least, I'm much luckier than other mediocre women, and at least I still have hope of turning over! ”

She opened the purse from the small bag at her waist, took out an object wrapped in light butter paper, and handed it to the man.

"Daddy and mother went early, only our sister and brother are left in this world, Rong Fang, this is what I have saved in the past few years, you take it..."

She handed over the oiled paper packet.

In the past few years, since she figured it out, the woman finally sold everything to the man at a suitable price, and also exchanged it for the safety of her younger brother and herself, and worry-free food and clothing.

Moreover, in this paper bag, there is also something that my brother has wanted for a long time.

Thinking of this, the woman unconsciously pressed the skin on the back of her thigh with her other hand.

Through the skirt, you can feel the pain.

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

It's worth it, though.

This money, plus that thing, should be enough for her brother to eat and wear for several years after she leaves...

"Take it, don't worry, I'll let us live..."

Syllable!!

The man slapped the oiled paper bag hard.

The oily paper bag was vigorously knocked away, rolled down in the rain, rolled a few times on the wet mud floor, and scattered a stack of paper money of different sizes and copper coins.

"Who the hell wants your dirty money!" The man jerked his head up and shouted, "Do you think you don't know if you don't tell others?" You think you can live a good life with money!? You think no one knows about what you've been doing all day!? Do you know what people say about you behind their backs?! ”

"You don't know anything! It's fun to be played, isn't it!? You don't have a face, I still have a face! ”

"What did my father teach us in the first place? Have you forgotten it all? ”

"I, Zhang Rongfang, will not recognize you as a sister from now on!! Now take your dirty money and me off!! ”

Syllable!

He slapped the woman hard. He turned and walked away, and soon disappeared into the depths of the forest in the rain.

The woman was stunned, her right cheek was beaten red, and she slowly became swollen, but she didn't care much, so she quickly rushed out of the eaves, ran to the paper bag that was knocked away, and squatted down to pick up the paper money from the ground one by one.

She picked it up very carefully, but alas, the rain and muddy water, plus smashed a few times on the ground. I still confused and rotted most of the old banknotes.

If these are rotten and mushy, they can't be used, they can only be invalidated. This means that most of her previous efforts have been wasted....

While the woman was picking it up, a drop of water suddenly dripped on the back of her hand, but the drop of water did not seem to be a raindrop.

Tears blurred her vision, and her hands were stained with muddy water.

"Don't blame him, he's still young and ignorant.... I don't know the importance of money, and when I wait for it, he will ...."

She didn't say any more, just wrapped the money and things back in the oiled paper bag, and squatted there, drenched in the rain, her voice choked, muttering, not knowing what to say.

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Great Spirit, 1183, February.

Pingyu Road, Huaxin County, Qinghe Palace.

The cross-shaped red flower swayed gently in the wind on the tree, and from the end of the petal, a drop of dew slipped.

The dew fell, crossed the tree more than ten meters high, and gently smashed on a person's cheek.

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

"A gourd is drunk in the spring of Begonia Island, a gourd is not drunk before the fragrance is penetrated, this wine is really worthy of the famous gourd wine... You can feel comfortable all over your body when you smell it! ”

He looked intoxicated and sighed. Holding the gourd and tilting his head upwards, he made a drinking gesture, imagining that there was wine gushing out of the empty gourd.

In front of the Taoist is a black and white Taijitu dojo, boxy, surrounded by white walls and flowers.

A dozen young Taoist priests are sitting cross-legged in the ashram, reciting scriptures.

"Bamboo needs to be made up for bamboo, and eggs should be used for holding chickens. All kinds of non-vain labor, competing for real lead and holy machines...."

A group of young Taoists recite the scriptures in a singing tune, and there are two Taoists next to them, one holding the emperor bell (Taoist hand bell) and the other beating a small drum, echoing each other's accompaniment.

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

Apparently this person is just lip-syncing.

He was dressed in a dark cyan robe, wearing a wooden crown in the shape of a crescent moon on his head, and his face was wooden.

On the surface, it is a chorus, but in reality there is a chaos in the head.

It has been more than ten days since he came to this world, and Zhang Rongfang is still confused and has not been able to adapt to life here.

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

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

This is a vast kingdom called the Great Spirit.

And the area where he is located is a small Taoist temple in the mountain range west of Daling.

The Taoist temple is called Qinghe Palace, and in the boxy square Taoist Palace, hundreds of Taoist priests live.

He Zhang Rong is one of them.

Taoist priests have morning and evening classes every day, in addition to chanting, that is, doing chores, and occasionally you can see some Taoist priests practicing Taoist exercises.

But.....

After Zhang Rongfang inquired carefully, he learned that the Daomen exercises in this world have no exaggerated effect, and they are mainly created for longevity and health preservation.

There is no immortal art, no weird magic weapons, and no sword flying.

The only advantage of the Taoist priests here practicing Taoism is that they are in good health, have few diseases, and occasionally treat others, which is the qigong treatment as the saying goes....

After seeing several Taoist palaces, it is said that after saying that the Tao is profound, Zhang Rongfang is completely dead.

Decades of cultivation have made these old paths healthy, red-faced, fast-running, and strong, and the rest have nothing special.

Following the recitation of the Qi Sutra after the morning class, a group of Taoist priests sat quietly for a moment before they got up one after another in the sound of the bell.

"If you want to go to the fire room, hurry up, there are nobles visiting this morning, everyone is in good spirits, don't be as lazy as usual." The senior brother who was in charge of supervising the morning class shouted loudly with a whisk in his hand.

"I can't burn the fire if I go early, the firewood is running out, and I haven't made up for it yet, so I scream, I know how to call all day long, and the master hasn't spoken."

The white fat Taoist priest on the side muttered in a low voice.

The fat Taoist priest glanced at Zhang Rongfang.

"Old Fang, why don't you do it for me? I'll give you this number. He reached out and gestured his index finger.

"Shiwen?" Zhang Rongfang understood, "No, I have something to do today." ”

"Oh, you're going to the letter room to get the letter, aren't you?" The fat Taoist priest was called Pang Zhong, and he laughed when he heard this.

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

Zhang Rongfang ignored it.

After he came to this world, he more or less inherited the memories of his predecessor, knowing that his parents were dead and he had an older sister, but now his sister has also gone to the distant capital, and now she has also cut off contact.

And it seems that he left on his own initiative and came to Qinghe Palace to be a Taoist priest, so he broke off contact.

He left the dojo and walked down the side corridor towards the letter room.

The corridor on the road is a hollow shape, connecting the three dojos.

In one of the dojos, three or five pairs of disciples wearing Taoist robes and leggings were practicing against each other.

Zhang Rongfang glanced at it from a distance, and the Taoist priests on the field were only practicing ordinary fist and foot kung fu.

There is no internal qi, except for a little more powerful than ordinary people, there is nothing abnormal about the rest.

An imperceptible black line flashed in his eyes.

Suddenly, on the heads of each Daoist in the field, rows of game-like attribute data appeared.

'Wang Yingshi - Life 11-15, Skill: Rejuvenation Pure Time Rune - Seventh Yue Type Talisman. ’

'Xie Zhao - Life 12-13, Skill: Rejuvenation Pure Time Rune - Fifth Mixed Element Talisman. ’

'Chen Da Da - Life 11-14, Skill: Rejuvenation Pure Time Talisman - Seventh Yue 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 a small yellow plus sign behind them, which is obviously the same as the game he played in his previous life, which can be forcibly improved with attribute points.

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

Because this ability did not emerge from the beginning, but slowly improved as he learned more information from the outside world.

Names, lives, skills, that's how they all come about.

And.... This world, too, doesn't feel like a game, because it's a little too real.

After more than ten days of thinking and analyzing, collecting data, and testing, Zhang Rongfang found that the only way to increase his attributes was to eat.

The better you eat, the richer your nutrients are, and the faster you accumulate attribute points.

He's passed the test and got a little stat to add to his life. That's why his life can be improved from the original 7-8 to 8-9.

In this Qinghe Palace, where the lives of ordinary Taoists are 8-9, Zhang Rongfang can be regarded as reaching the average level.

Passing through the corridor, he quickly found a small room.

The room was a wooden hut built separately at the entrance of the corridor, and it was filled with various letters and parcels, guarded by a half-squinted old Taoist.

The old man sat in front of the door, his back against the wall, smoking a dry cigarette in his hand.

"Senior Brother Xu, take my letter." Zhang Rongfang clasped his fists and saluted.

Xu Lao stretched out his hand and pulled out a package from behind his back, opened it, and took out a somewhat rough pale yellow envelope from inside.

Zhang Rongfang took it, clenched his fists again, turned around and walked towards the bungalow area where the disciples lived.

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

The letter contained only a small line of words and was accompanied by a small denomination of banknotes. The above is the number of 100 Wen.

The sender is Xiao Langju, a tick bar.