The Great Jin Dynasty, Qingluan Mountain, Gandao Palace, and the backyard of miscellaneous disciples.

[Name: Chen Fu]

[Shouyuan:15/61]

[Qualification:6]

【Exercise: Taizu Changquan (15/500)】

"Today, I practiced Taizu Changquan for the 25th time, and finally increased my proficiency by 1 point."

Chen Fu slowly put away his posture, and found that he was already sweating, and he couldn't help but sigh.

He looked around and noticed that the rest of the people were also practicing hard, and many of them looked thoughtful after practicing, obviously gaining a little.

Seeing this, he immediately showed a look of envy: "If I also have such qualifications, coupled with the proficiency system that comes with crossing over, I will definitely not be as embarrassed as I am now, at least I can become an official disciple in the palace." ”

Chen Fu is not a native of the Great Jin Dynasty, but a traveler from the Blue Star.

Before he crossed over, he was just a student of a pair of non-one, and he was worried about the exam.

Unexpectedly, as soon as he closed his eyes, he appeared in this strange world called the Great Jin, which was similar to ancient times but had prosperous martial arts, and became a miscellaneous disciple in the Taoist temple called "Gandao Palace".

He was ecstatic when he first found out that he had a proficiency system.

This means that as long as he keeps practicing, he can improve his proficiency in the exercises.

In this world, there is no practice that he can't get started, and there is no level that he can't break through, all he needs is continuous practice.

However, he later found out in despair that the speed at which the proficiency system increased his proficiency was actually linked to his qualifications. And his qualifications are extremely poor.

According to his speculation, a normal person's qualification should be around 9, while his qualification is only 6, and too poor qualifications even affect his physical health.

What he shows is that he is weak and sickly, he will sweat if he moves a few more times, his body balance is extremely poor, and he will fall at every turn.

Such a body is even a problem for exercise, let alone martial arts.

"But I have to train hard, and I must not be kicked out of the Gandao Palace. If you are kicked out, it will be nine deaths! Chen Fu was already preparing to rest, but when he saw that the people around him were still practicing, he immediately felt a pang in his heart.

He launched a ruthless attack and forced himself. Even if he felt that his body had reached its limit, he was still ready to practice a few more times, thinking that he must not fall behind others.

In fact, not all of the miscellaneous disciples are people who are interested in martial arts, and there are also lazy people who are ready to be miscellaneous servants for a lifetime.

But now everyone seems to have been whipped and is desperately practicing martial arts.

This is all because of the rumors that have arisen among the miscellaneous disciples recently.

Everyone said that there were no longer enough miscellaneous disciples in the Gandao Palace.

If the miscellaneous disciples can't practice this Taizu Changquan within two years and can't become an official disciple, they will be kicked out of the Gandao Palace.

This is not unfounded. Even the ill-informed Chen Fu knew that the Great Jin Dynasty was already in trouble, and all the princes had chaotic intentions, and there were demons running rampant.

At present, although the flames of war in this troubled world have not yet burned to the Gandao Palace, it has already set off a lot of turmoil in this palace.

Everyone can feel that the competition in the Dao Palace is intensifying, and the treatment of miscellaneous disciples has been repeatedly reduced, I am afraid that it is true that unqualified miscellaneous servants will be driven out of the Dao Palace!

If you have a miscellaneous disciple with a family, it's okay, at least you have someone to rely on.

Even if it's not as safe and comfortable as coming from the main road palace, it won't be on the streets.

But Chen Fu has no way out! He remembered that his original parents had died of illness.

The last thing they did was that they did not choose to seek medical treatment when they were terminally ill, but scattered all their family wealth to send Chen Fu to Qingluan Mountain, hoping that he could spend his life safely.

After all, Chen Fu, who is frail and sickly, can only be a Taoist priest in the Dao Palace in order to finally die.

But now, not only can he not be a Taoist priest, but he may not even be a miscellaneous servant!

And when you go down the mountain, you are in troubled times, and you can't help yourself.

"I must become a formal disciple, at least I have to learn a high-grade martial art, and then go down the mountain after I have the ability to protect myself." Chen Fu secretly swore in his heart.

"It's time to take the lunch break. Miscellaneous disciples quickly return to their positions! ”

Chen Fu was just about to practice Taizu Changquan twice more when he heard someone shouting outside the backyard.

The miscellaneous disciples who were still practicing martial arts immediately dispersed, carrying buckets, rags, and mops and began to rush everywhere.

If the steward sees that the speed of rushing out is slow, and when the time comes, write the word "lazy" in the evaluation, and maybe you will become the first batch of unlucky people to be kicked out of the Dao Palace.

"How is it the drudgery of the Heart Cultivation Palace."

While Chen Fu was running with a bucket, he secretly complained in his heart.

The Yangxin Hall is a side hall in the Gandao Palace, and several immortal statues are enshrined on weekdays. Therefore, the place is surprisingly large, and for some reason it is extremely easy to accumulate dust, as long as it is not cleaned for a few days, it will be a thin layer of dust to the touch.

Therefore, cleaning the Heart Nourishing Hall has also become a recognized drudgery for all miscellaneous disciples.

Often, a few people are busy all day before they can clean most of the Heart Cultivation Palace.

When Chen Fu arrived at his destination and looked around only to find that there was only one handyman cleaning the Heart Cultivation Hall with him, his face suddenly became even more sad and angry.

He glanced at the little Taoist priest with the sharp-beaked monkey cheeks opposite, and they all showed a sad look of a rabbit and a dead fox, and after a while, they became ruthless, which was being cruel to himself.

The two rolled up their sleeves: "Get to work!" ”

However, Chen Fu still overestimated his physical strength, and by the time the sun set, he could no longer straighten his waist, and could only collapse on the ground like a dead dog and gasp.

The little Taoist priest next to him was able to stand at first, but when Chen Fu lay down, he immediately deflated and lay on the ground gasping for breath.

At this time, a team of Taoist priests wearing navy blue robes happened to pass by.

Chen Fu just glanced at them and saw that they were not miscellaneous disciples.

The miscellaneous disciples are tired all day, and they definitely don't have such a ruddy complexion.

will not be so eyebrows fluttering, boldly talking about things in the palace.

There will be no female disciples who apply grease and powder and dress themselves.

"If only I were a full disciple."

As soon as he opened his mouth, he heard the little Taoist priest next to him blurt out the same words.

When the group of Taoist priests heard the movement here, they turned their heads curiously and glanced at them twice.

But when they found out that it was only two miscellaneous disciples who made a noise, they immediately lost interest, turned back with no interest, and then continued the previous topic.

"He can take his place!" The little Taoist priest felt the contempt in their eyes, and couldn't help but clench his fists and said through gritted teeth.

"No, no." Chen Fu was a little amused to see him behave like this.

But at the same time, he couldn't help but feel a little sour in his heart and sighed.

The difference in treatment between miscellaneous disciples and regular disciples is so big.

In the final analysis, the miscellaneous disciples are just servants of the Dao Palace.

Not only do they have no income, but they also have to take care of all the chores and dirty work in the Dao Palace.

The only martial arts Taizu Changquan that they have learned is just a high-quality and stepless road, just a tool to test their qualifications for martial arts.

And the formal disciples not only have much better food than miscellaneous labor, they have big fish and meat, but they can also receive silver money every month to go down the mountain to buy all kinds of things they want.

Not to mention that they can also learn all kinds of advanced martial arts from Taoist masters, and even become Taoist masters themselves in the future, and from then on become guests of the powerful in various states.

"It's been so hard now. However, the days ahead may be even more difficult. Chen Fu looked at the sunset, thinking of the rumors in the Dao Palace, and couldn't help but think.

The Gandao Palace wants to reduce the number of miscellaneous labor, but the chores to be done will not be reduced.

This means that more work is spread out evenly among each handyman.

The miscellaneous disciples are already tired enough every day, and now they may add new burdens, and I don't know what it will be like in the future.

"The only way out is to practice this Taizu Changquan and become an official disciple."

Chen Fu's heart sank, and he was convinced of this again.

Late at night, Chen Fu, who had just finished practicing today's 40th Taizu Changquan in the backyard, returned to Datongpu, and felt his consciousness sinking as soon as he touched the hard straw bed.

He was already practicing desperately, but when he left, there were still a few people who remained in the backyard to practice.

really responded to the sentence "As long as you don't die, you will practice to death".

Chen Fu smelled the sour smell of sweat and feet of the other three people in the Chase Shop, and he was already in a bad mood, and he couldn't help but start to doubt when he thought that he had only increased his proficiency by 3 points today.

"With my qualifications, can I really become an official disciple and stay in this Dry Dao Palace?"

He was a college student in his previous life, and he was still the type who never worked hard since he was a child, even if he was sneaking in the third year of high school, but he could get a test.

Since he was a child, he has never encountered the kind of situation that he can't understand at all, and he has always felt that his brain is quite good, but now he feels that he doesn't know anything about learning martial arts.

He was like a fish thrown into the desert, told to learn to breathe on land.

A huge sense of frustration has actually been haunting his heart.

"If I didn't get this proficiency system......"

He thought of his golden finger, and suddenly felt a little resentful inexplicably.

The correct use of the proficiency system should be to break the upper limit.

After all, as long as he keeps practicing, he can accumulate proficiency.

The problems that ordinary martial artists would encounter that could not be broken through had no effect on him at all.

No matter how difficult the level is, as long as he takes more time, he can always break through.

But the current situation is that he can't even keep the lower limit.

It's like comparing it with the game LOL that he was familiar with in his previous life, then it is equivalent to him playing a dog head now. On the surface, his Q skill, Soul Drain, can grow indefinitely, permanently increasing damage by 3 for each creep killed.

It seems that as long as he is given enough time, he can be invincible in the world with peace of mind.

But the actual situation is that his basic attributes are so poor that he can't even get out of the spring in 15 minutes, and this situation can't be broken at all!

"No, it's not the proficiency system, it's that my qualifications are rubbish. Damn, there's no way to improve your qualifications in this world. The last thought flashed through his mind before he lost consciousness.

He was so tired that he soon fell asleep and snored.

Early the next morning, Chen Fu, as usual, turned over and got up with the movement of chickens and dogs jumping outside, yawning and preparing to wash.

After washing up, he instinctively ran to the backyard, ready to start practicing Taizu Changquan.

But he casually glanced over, and immediately noticed that the number of people practicing today was much smaller than yesterday, and some people suddenly hurried in a certain direction after washing.

"Is there something I don't know about happening?" He immediately wondered.

The things that can make miscellaneous disciples care so much must have something to do with becoming a full-fledged disciple.

"I can only ask Pang Chun about this guy." He walked around three times and found that he really couldn't see any clues.

And he was not familiar with the other miscellaneous disciples, so he could only make up his mind to ask another senior brother in the Chase shop.

When Chen Fu walked into the Chase Shop, he happened to see the huge Pang Chun rubbing his eyes with the hand that had just finished buttoning his feet.

"Senior Brother Pang, do you dare to ask what happened today? I saw a lot of people running in that direction to the northwest. He asked, making a respectful gesture.

Pang Chun yawned several times, stretched a few more slowly, and then squinted at Chen Fu, and his mouth crooked: "You don't know this?" ”

Chen Fu was the person who couldn't see the weirdness of yin and yang, and immediately a nameless fire rose, and then forcibly pressed it down, and said in his heart: "Bear it, he is such a person." ”

After all, he still had a request, so he continued to be respectful and asked, "I am definitely not as well-informed as Senior Brother Pang, and please Haihan." You should help your little brother solve his doubts. ”

Chen Fu knew that this Pang Chun was this virtue on weekdays.

Pang Chun seems to be the oldest miscellaneous disciple in the Gandao Palace, and he can say a thing or two about anything in the Dao Palace, and it stands to reason that he should have been scolded by the newcomer.

But his temper is very eccentric, he likes yin and yang, and he always speaks with an indescribable sour taste, which makes people feel annoyed.

Chen Fu asked three or four times before Pang Chun spoke slowly:

"Today is Daoist Xu who has come to teach Wengong to the miscellaneous disciples, do you know Wengong?"

The Taoist master was a lecturer in the Dao Palace, and Chen Fu, who was a miscellaneous disciple, had only met them once or twice. But although he didn't really have in-depth contact, he also knew that Dao Master was the backbone of the Dao Palace, and even outside the Dao Palace, he was considered a big man.

"Such a person actually came to give a lecture among the miscellaneous disciples." He was shocked.

But what is Wengong, he has no clue at all, so he can only shake his head, make a deaf look, and prepare to listen to Pang Chun's teasing.

Pang Chun was really a little useful, and he couldn't wait to open it with a fan in his hand, and slowly said: "There are martial arts in this world, and naturally there are literary skills." Martial arts focus on killing, but this literary skill is different, and it focuses on health preservation. Practicing literary skills can improve your qualifications and prolong your life. ”

When he said this, he deliberately sold it before continuing: "It's a pity, this literary skill requires the kung fu of water milling, and it can't be practiced without ten years." And Wengong can only be used if you practice it before the age of 25. After the age of 25, the root bone is fixed, and no matter how hard you practice, it will not help. ”

"If it is for a martial arts family, if you can't use a powerful literary skill yourself, you can also use it for future generations. But for us, this is a chicken rib. ”

"Most of the miscellaneous disciples have passed the best age to practice Wengong, so the Wengong taught by Daoist Xu is not a precious commodity. In my opinion, don't practice this literary skill, and if you practice it, it will take up the time to practice Taizu's long fist. It is only you newcomers who fantasize about practicing literary skills to improve your qualifications. ”

"Can you extend your life and improve your qualifications?"

When Chen Fu heard this part, his eyes immediately lit up.

His lifespan is only 61, and his qualifications are only 6.

It can be said that what he lacks most is longevity and qualifications.

I didn't expect that there was a kind of exercise in the world that could make up for his shortcomings!

As for the practice only before the age of 25, and it takes a longer time.

At this time, he couldn't help but think of the proficiency system.

"Literary skills should also be considered exercises. I don't know if my practice of literary skills will be able to improve my proficiency infinitely, and eventually help me break through the shackles of longevity and qualifications. He thought.

"Then where is the place where Daoist Xu teaches Wengong?" Before Pang Chun could continue to squander his infinite desire for expression, Chen Fu had already asked eagerly.

If it's late, then Daoist Xu has already started to speak, and it will be bad if he misses any key parts.

He saw Pang Chun's delicate face, understood what he meant, and said helplessly: "Senior Brother Pang, I'll help you wash your clothes next time, what do you think?" ”

"That's right, the location of Daoist Xu's lecture is in the Wenxiu Temple, and it should be about to start now." Pang Chun's eyes immediately lit up and replied.

"Thank you, brother." Chen Fu immediately threw up his hand, not daring to delay the time and rushed out of the door.

"Hey, this idiot, you really have to practice literary skills. I really don't know how to listen to people's advice and eat enough? Pang Chun shook his head, amazed.

"But next time you don't have to wash your clothes, it's enough to make money."