My Attributes Cultivation Life

Chapter 480 Chapter 480

Inside Wanjun Hall.

"This matter is not up to me. I don't know about the twelve pavilion masters. You should know that although I am called the chief pavilion, the chief pavilion master is in charge of all arrangements. I was just sent by the sect. The man who is in charge of supervision." The man said calmly.

"Does the Chief Pavilion know where the others are?" Yue Dewen asked.

"Naturally, he is in the cabinet right now. It's just that he has been busy with a very important matter recently, and he can't get distracted. I don't know what it is specifically." The man replied. "You want to see him?" he asked after a pause.

"Naturally." Yue Dewen narrowed his eyes.

"Yes." The man clapped his hands. "Ice Field."

"exist."

Outside the gate, a man wearing dark blue armor and a helmet in the shape of a wolf's head walked in quickly and knelt down on one knee.

"Take Master Yue to the Diyuan Hall. I thought the Great Pavilion Master should still be praying in front of the Dimother."

"Obey." The man in the wolf-headed helmet stood up and looked at Yue Dewen.

"Master Yue, please." His eyes were calm, as if he didn't care about Yue Dewen's title as the number one master in the world.

"I'm sorry." Yue Dewen replied with a smile, and with his hands behind his back, he brushed past the Chief Pavilion Master.

"What happened before, I don't want it to happen again." A voice as thin as a mosquito gnat penetrated into the ears of the Chief Pavilion Master. Only he heard it.

"It should be just a misunderstanding." The chief cabinet replied.

"I hope so." Yue Dewen followed Bingyuan out of Wanjun Hall slowly, his back gradually submerged in the wind and snow.

When the people disappeared completely, only the Chief Pavilion Master was left standing in place.

He stood silently for a while, as if thinking about something.

It was not until more than ten minutes later that he walked forward step by step, and sat on a stone chair as wide as a giant, silently, like a real stone sculpture.

Rumble.

The stone door in the lobby began to close slowly, at the moment when the cracks in the door were completely closed.

Suddenly, the corner of his mouth under the helmet hooked slightly, showing a strange arc.

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early April.

Outside Fushan City.

In the Palace of the General Leader of Daoism in Shan Province.

Zhang Rong's face was gloomy, and he stepped into the empty and deserted Kuandao Palace.

The Daoist Palace was silent, except for a white-haired old Daoist, sitting quietly cross-legged in front of the incense burner in the center of the Daoist Hall, as if he had been waiting for a long time.

The old man had a childlike face with crane hair, and his complexion was rosy and shiny. At this moment, he felt someone approaching. He slowly opened his eyes, and there was a clear sense of seeing through the world in his eyes.

"It turns out that the Daozi came here personally, and he hoped to forgive his sins if he lost his way." The old Taoist spoke with a calm breath.

The surrounding wind blows the fallen leaves, scraping the ground to make a hissing sound, and the old man's calm voice gives people a more peaceful feeling.

"Are you waiting for me here?" Zhang Rongfang frowned. In his perception, there was no movement of a second person near the Dao Palace.

There is only one breath of life in the person in front of him. To be exact, not even a mouse could feel it.

"Yes." The old Taoist smiled and nodded, "The poor Taoist spirit turtle is the only messenger left on the side of the general. It is reserved for Daozi."

"What is the master's explanation?" Zhang Rongfang understood instantly.

"The head teacher expected that you would definitely come here, so he ordered me to wait here." Ling Gui replied, "As for the red scarf thugs, the head teacher clearly stated that he could not avoid them, but as long as Daozi stays in his stronghold, there will be no harm." more trouble."

"Master, why are you so sure?" Zhang Rongfang's heart trembled.

"This point, the old man doesn't know." Spirit Turtle shook his head. "The head teacher only ordered me to leave this sentence, please rest assured and live in seclusion. In addition, if you need money and food, you can go here to borrow it."

He took out a note from his pocket and handed it out tremblingly.

Zhang Rongfang stepped forward, took the note, and looked at it. It had an unfamiliar address written on it. It is in a barren mountain in the mountain province.

"They're all gone?" He put away the note, knowing in his heart that Master Yue should have expected the red scarf thugs a long time ago.

"Yes. They're all gone." Spirit Turtle nodded. "Daozi, now that he has found this place, he must understand what it means to be alone."

Hard to support

yes.

Zhang Rongfang's heart sank slightly.

These days, his strength alone is indeed extremely strong, even the great master dared to go up and touch it, and the outcome is unknown.

But in many cases, no matter how strong a person is, there will always be a time when he is at a loss.

Just like now, he needs someone to prepare medicinal materials, grain and meat for him. These materials are not shipped from one place alone. Instead, they are dispersed and gathered.

When something goes wrong in one place, he can go and solve it himself.

But when accidents happen everywhere, he is in a hurry. Even at this moment, it was too late for him to fight the fire, and he lost a lot of his men.

Master Yue seems to have arranged everything, but what he doesn't know is that what Zhang Rongfang needs is not only a little food, but also special refining materials for Bigu Pill.

Without special bigu pills, he would have to eat a lot of food at regular intervals and would have to defecate constantly.

In this way, I can't do anything, and I spend the whole day eating and excreting.

"Daozi seems to understand, and the same is true for the head teacher." Ling Gui sighed, "Back then, the head teacher was the same as Daozi, and suffered the same loss. After that, he learned from the pain and decided to gain power and cultivate masters. He even put down his face Go get closer to the master uncle of Yuxu Palace."

As he was talking, he suddenly coughed, his voice became louder from small, from dry cough to sputum.

"Did you worship God?" Zhang Rongfang was slightly taken aback.

He opened the attribute bar and looked at the other party.

'Spiritual Tortoise—Life 4-49.'

When he saw the lower limit of life, he was also a little dazed.

This is the first time he has seen a person with such a low limit of HP and such a high ceiling.

What is the concept of forty-nine! ?

A lot of literary skills have been overhauled, and the life value of the Nascent Soul is only close to 30.

And forty-nine, it must be the upper limit of the body's innate life, and then the extremely high level of literary skills, the superposition of the two can reach such a level.

This is almost second only to the previous Qingxiao Taoist level.

Taoist Qingxiao also practiced martial arts, and his life span reached his forties.

And the old spirit turtle in front of him has reached forty points in pure literary skills.

At least Zhang Rongfang's dark light vision did not find traces of martial arts practice on his body.

"Are you dying?"

Zhang Rongfang suddenly made a sound.

"Ahem." The tortoise smiled, "You saw it. That's right. When you're old and live long enough, you should be gone."

He tried to stand up, but his legs seemed to have shriveled and there was no strength left. I tried twice, but still couldn't get up.

So he smiled wryly.

"I'm laughing at you. It's really boring to get up in the morning for the rest of your life. When you get old, you can't do anything."

"Why don't you worship God?" Zhang Rongfang asked in a deep voice. "Your literary skills should be very high. Worshiping gods in the Nascent Soul Stage should prolong your life for a long time, right?"

"Why don't you worship the gods? Daoism teaches too much literary skill. Daozi, you call it, the full man doesn't know the hungry man is hungry." Ling Gui shook his head lightly, "worshiping the gods will only change qualitatively when you practice the gods. It can be considered ordinary. What level you can worship depends on your contribution to the sect."

He paused.

"Besides, the number of places to worship gods is also limited. A bad old man like me, who can't do anything, even if he worships gods, what's the use? After age, the energy and blood decay, and everything is meaningless. Wengong It can only offset the decline of qi and blood brought about by old age, that's all."

"That's right." Speaking of which. Ling Gui continued: "The head teacher sent a message to me, and asked Pindao to tell Daozi that the person who pretended to be you has disappeared. From now on, Zhang Ying Daozi has been personally executed by the head teacher because of the previous incident. So far, no more No picture. In the future, please pay attention when you remember your registration number."

"Okay" Zhang Rongfang responded, and at the same time, various situations encountered in the past few days kept flashing in his mind.

Riots are happening everywhere, supplies are in short supply, and resource trading chains are broken. The current materials are used a little less.

Unless he abandons everything, he doesn't care about his subordinates, his sisters and brothers-in-law, he only cares about himself. I don't care about the decrease in the rate at which attribute points are obtained.

Otherwise, he has to think about how to deal with the current situation.

how to respond?

Looking at the old man who was about to die in front of him.

A thought flashed in Zhang Rongfang's mind.

blood!

Isn't the spirit turtle Taoist in front of him a very suitable candidate among the blood descendants? He didn't get the place to worship God when he was dying. At the end of his life, he completed his own mission and waited quietly for death.

He must have resentment in his heart, right? Resentment, resentment, longing, these are things that naturally arise from human nature.

Thinking of this, Zhang Rong moved slightly and looked at the other party.

If he wanted to create a blood descendant, he would no longer be able to change his whole body like he did to Ding Yu. That was the treatment of a person who valued him, and it was too troublesome.

For an outsider like the spirit turtle in front of him, he would at most give him a little blood.

"Do you still want to live?"

Suddenly he asked aloud.

"?" After the turtle finished talking, it was ready to close its eyes and sit down peacefully.

But I didn't expect Zhang Rongfang to say such a sentence.

"If I can not die, of course I am willing." Ling Gui smiled, "If it weren't for that, I wouldn't have worked hard for nearly a hundred years."

"If you can't worship God, you won't be able to prolong your life. I'm afraid there is no sect willing to accept you for a person like you with exhausted energy and blood?" Zhang Rongfang continued to ask.

"You're right. Worshiping the gods requires a strong body, and the old way is now." Ling Gui smiled wryly and didn't continue.

"I have a way to keep you alive, but you need to do things for me as a reward, are you willing?" Zhang Rongfang said in a deep voice.

".!? Could it be you..." The turtle's eyes widened slightly when he heard the words, and the first thing he thought of was worshiping God.

It's just that what makes Daozi so cautious is probably not worshiping Tianzun at all, but worshiping the gods of foreign teachers. Could it be that Daozi actually...! ?

"It's not what you think, it's not worshiping God." At this time, Zhang Rongfang gradually became clear and made up his mind.

In any case, he needs to ensure that his progress cannot be slow and the safety of those around him cannot be weak.

so.

"If Taoist can really do it, the old Taoist is willing!" Taoist Spirit Turtle thought for a while and replied quickly.

He didn't want to die, really didn't want to. If it wasn't impossible, who would want to go to death without accomplishing anything?

"Well!"

Zhang Rong looked fixed, stepped forward, approached, stretched out his hand, and pointed at the center of the opponent's eyebrows.

A drop of blood was forced out by him, seeping in from the small wound between the opponent's eyebrows.

As soon as the drop of blood entered, it quickly assimilated all the surrounding blood.