My Attributes Cultivation Life

Chapter 1 Qinghe Palace Part 1

July 1182, morning.

Rainwater trickled down the eaves.

The water droplets hit the ground, shattered, splashed, some flew into the air, and some fell on the brown corner surface.

Two people were standing by the wall under the eaves.

A man with a thin body, only about ten years old, with a flushed complexion, wearing a blue Taoist robe that has been washed whitishly.

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

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

The woman has a slender figure, wearing a plain white dress, the skirt only reaches the middle of her thighs, revealing her fair skin, her feet are wearing knee-length brown leather boots, and she wears an emerald green belt made of jade leather around her waist.

"Rong Fang, I may be going to Dadu after a while, and I may not be able to visit you often in the future." The woman's voice was soft and clear, as clean as a mountain spring.

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

"I promised you." The woman nodded, "So I'm not following Du Malan now."

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

In the dark green and brown forest, the wind blows the branches and shakes constantly.

The sound of rushing and crackling of raindrops is mixed together, and it is impossible to distinguish each other.

"In this world, 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 be like this either, but besides this beauty, what else can I use as a bargaining chip? At least, I am much luckier than other mediocre women, at least I still have hope of turning around!"

She opened the bag from the small bag on her back waist, took out a thing wrapped in light butter paper, and handed it to the man.

"Father and mother left early, we are the only siblings left in this world, Rong Fang, this is something I have saved up in the past few years, you take it"

She handed over the oiled paper package.

In the past few years, since she figured it out, the woman finally sold everything she had to that man at an appropriate price, and she also got her brother and her safety, as well as food and clothing.

Moreover, in this paper bag, there is another thing 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.

I could 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.

This money, plus that thing, should be enough for my brother's food and clothing for many years after she leaves

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

Snapped! !

The man slapped the oiled paper bag hard.

The oiled paper bag was blown away with great force, rolled into the rain curtain, rolled a few times on the wet mud, and scattered a stack of banknotes and copper coins of different sizes.

"Who the hell wants your dirty money!" The man suddenly raised his head and yelled, "Do you think that people won't know if you don't tell? Do you think that if you have money, you can live a good life!? Do you think that the things you do all day No one knows about it!? Do you know what people say about you behind your back?!"

"You don't know anything! It's fun to be played by others, isn't it!? You are shameless, but I want shame!"

"How did parents teach us? Have you forgotten all about it?"

"I, Zhang Rongfang, will never recognize you as a sister from now on!! Now take your dirty money and get out of here!!"

Snapped!

He slapped the woman hard. He turned around and left, and disappeared into the depths of the forest in the rain after a while.

The woman froze for a moment, her right cheek was flushed and swollen slowly, but she didn't care much, she rushed out of the eaves, ran to the paper bags that were blown away, knelt down and picked up the banknotes one by one from the ground .

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

Those that are rotten and muddy can't be used, they can only be scrapped. This means that most of her previous efforts were wasted.

As the woman picked it up, drops of water suddenly dripped on the back of her hand, but the water drops did not seem to be raindrops.

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

"Don't blame him, he's still young, he doesn't understand the importance of money, and in the future, he will"

She didn't go on, she just wrapped the money and things back into the oiled paper bag, squatting there, drenched in the rain, her voice choked and muttering, not knowing what to say.

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Daling · 1183, February.

Pingyu Road, Huaxin County, Qinghe Palace.

The cross-shaped red flowers swayed in the wind on the tree, and a drop of dew fell from the end of the petals.

The dewdrops fell, passed through the tree height of more than ten meters, and lightly smashed on the cheek of a person.

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

"A gourd is drunk in Haitangzhou, and a gourd is fragrant before drinking. This wine really deserves to be the famous gourd wine. You can smell it and feel comfortable!"

He looked intoxicated with emotion. Hold the gourd and raise your head up, as if drinking wine, imagining that there is fine wine gushing out of the empty gourd.

In front of the Taoist priest is a black and white Taiji diagram dojo, square and square, surrounded by white walls, and full of flowers and trees.

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

"If the bamboo is broken, it needs to be supplemented by the bamboo, and the chicken should be used as an egg. All kinds of non-kind efforts are in vain, and it seems that the real lead contains the holy machine"

A group of young Taoists recited the scriptures in a singing tune, and there were two Taoists beside them, one holding the emperor bell (Taoist hand bell), and the other playing the small drum, echoing each other's accompaniment.

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

Apparently the man was just lip-syncing.

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

On the surface, they are singing in a chorus, but in fact, their minds are in chaos.

It has been more than ten days since I 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 some of the situation here.

Here is a huge kingdom called Great Spirit.

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

The Taoist temple is called Qinghe Palace, and there are hundreds of Taoist priests living in the square Taoist palace.

He Zhang Rong is conveniently one of them.

Taoist priests have morning and evening classes every day. Apart from chanting scriptures, they just do chores. Occasionally, some Taoist priests can be seen practicing Taoist skills.

but.

After Zhang Rongfang inquired carefully, he realized that the Daoist exercises in this world have no exaggerated effects, and are mainly created for longevity and health preservation.

There is no fairy art, no weird magic weapon, and no flying with a sword.

The only advantage of the Taoist priests here is that they are in good health, have fewer diseases, and occasionally heal other people's illnesses, which is also known as qigong treatment.

After meeting several Taoist palaces and hearing about the high-level Taoists with profound Taoism, Zhang Rongfang completely gave up.

Decades of practice is to make these old Taoists healthy, radiant, run fast, and strong, and the rest have nothing special.

After reciting the Qi-Exercising Sutra of the morning class, a group of Taoist priests sat quietly for a while, and then got up one after another amidst the sound of the bell.

"Those who are going to the fire room, hurry up, there are noble people visiting this morning, everyone should put their minds on it, don't be as lazy as usual." The brother in charge of supervising the morning class shouted loudly with a whisk in his hand .

"I went early and couldn't make a fire. The firewood was almost used up and I hadn't replenished it. I was screaming and screaming all day long. The master didn't say a word."

The fat Taoist beside him muttered in a low voice.

The fat Taoist glanced at Zhang Rongfang.

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

"Ten articles?" Zhang Rongfang understood, "No, I have something to do today."

"Oh, you're going to the letter room to get the letter, right?" The fat Taoist called Pang Zhong, and 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. He knew that both his parents died and he had an older sister, but now his older sister has also gone to a distant capital, and now he has lost contact.

And it seems that he left on his own initiative and came to Qinghe Palace to become a Taoist priest before disconnecting.

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

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

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

Zhang Rongfang glanced at it from a distance, and the Taoist priests on the field were just practicing ordinary boxing skills.

There is no internal energy, except for being a little louder than ordinary people, there is nothing unusual about it.

An imperceptible black line flashed in his eyes.

Immediately, rows of game-like attribute data appeared above the heads of all the Taoists in the field.

‘Wang Yingshi—life 11-15, skill: rejuvenation and net time talisman-the seventh mountain talisman. '

'Thank you for summoning—life 12-13, skill: rejuvenation and net time talisman-fifth chaotic talisman. '

'Chen Dashi-Life 11-14, Skill: Rejuvenation and Purification Time Talisman-Seventh Mountain Talisman. '

The information of each Taoist emerged in Zhang Rongfang's eyes.

He lowered his head and looked at himself.

‘Zhang Rongfang—life 8-9, skill: none. Available attributes: 0. '

There are small yellow plus signs behind his own life and skills. Obviously, this is the same as the games he played in his previous life, which can be forcibly improved with attribute points.

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

Because this ability did not emerge from the very beginning, but gradually improved as he learned about the outside world and collected more information.

The name, life, and skills all come from this way.

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

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

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

He has passed the test, got a little attribute, and added it to life. That's why his life can be increased from 7-8 to 8-9.

In this Palace of Qinghe where ordinary Taoist life is 8-9, Zhang Rongfang has reached the average level.

Through the corridor, he quickly found a small room.

The room is a wooden house built alone at the entrance of the corridor, which is full of various letters and parcels, and is guarded by an old Taoist with half-closed eyes.

The old Taoist was sitting in front of the door with his back against the wall, smoking a dry cigarette in his hand.

"Senior Brother Xu, take my letter." Zhang Rongfang bowed with his hands clasped.

Mr. Xu stretched out his hand and clapped from behind, pulled out a package, opened it, and took out a somewhat rough light yellow envelope from inside.

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

As he walked, he tore off the sealing wax on the envelope and pulled out the letter paper.

There was only a small line of writing in the letter, and a small denomination note was attached. Above is the number of one hundred characters.

The sender is Xiaolongju, a Goulan.