Chapter 4： under the situation

In Chapter 4 Situation

"What race are you?" Xiao Rong asked suddenly.

"Master Hui, the disciples are barbarians." Zhang Rongfang said truthfully.

"Who is the ancestor?"

"The ancestors were Confucian households."

Xiao Rong immediately showed regret.

"So. You go back first, everything is as usual, and I will call you again after I secretly confirm the authenticity."

"Yes."

Zhang Rong's expression remained unchanged, he bowed and stepped back.

The barbarians are the fourth class, and the Confucian households are only a little higher than the beggars in the ten-level division of the Great Spirit.

The combination of the two, no wonder Xiao Rong has such a look.

Originally, Zhang Rongfang was not from this world, and he had no real sense of these two identities in his heart.

But just now, Xiao Rong clearly had intentions to move and wanted to accept his apprentices, but after hearing about his origin, there was no further text.

This made Zhang Rongfang realize for the first time the strictness of the hierarchy in Daling.

Obviously, even if he is a Taoist, the barbarians and Confucian households he came from will have an impact on his future development.

Zhang Rongfang didn't know what the specific impact was, but looking at Xiao Rong's expression, he knew that it would not be easy.

Leaving the dojo, Zhang Rongfang was still flashing the scene of Xiao Rong's regret just now.

If Xiao Rong accepts the apprentice, he will definitely be able to enter the ranks of cultivation disciples.

At that time, not only do you not need to do chores, but you can also have a lot of time to practice literary and martial arts, and your dietary treatment will also be greatly improved. In the future, you will have the opportunity to be given a Taoist title and become a mage.

The most important thing is that at that time, he can accumulate attribute points faster and improve himself.

Up to now, there are only two options on his attribute bar: life and skills.

What is a skill? Zhang Rongfang tried a lot, but to no avail.

And just now, it seemed that it was almost done, but unfortunately, it was only a split second between success or failure.

After sighing in his heart, Zhang Rongfang went back to his room alone.

In fact, the treatment in Qinghe Palace is not bad, each disciple is in a separate room. Although it is simple and narrow, it is only enough for a bed and a stool.

But it's better than a bunch of people sleeping together.

After giving the news, Zhang Rongfang was still the same as before, with daily work and rest, morning and evening drums, homework in the morning and evening, and doing chores in the rest of the time.

Until the time for the assessment of cultivation disciples passed, it was almost June.

Xiao Rong finally had a response.

May 14th.

In the early morning, the fog is filled with fog, like smoke lingering in the entire Qinghe Palace.

Zhang Rongfang is about to go to work in the washing room.

"Zhang Rongfang, Master Mingguang is calling you! Go to the master's room in the back mountain."

Suddenly halfway along the way, a handyman disciple stepped forward and shouted.

The nearby handyman disciples immediately cast their gazes upon hearing the sound.

"Got it." Zhang Rong didn't change his expression, he was slightly relieved.

He followed the handyman disciple, one after the other, moving quickly towards the back mountain.

The sound of other Taoists chanting sutras and the laughter of noble pilgrims in Shangde Garden floated far away from the palace.

"Today, there is a mage holding a performance meeting, and there are a lot of distinguished guests. Please pay attention to the guests with Huang Ruyi cards, don't collide." The handyman in front urged in a low voice.

Zhang Rong knew clearly and thanked him.

The other party obviously didn't remind him casually, and no one would kindly remind a completely unfamiliar handyman disciple.

So, it is likely that Master Xiao Rong has good news.

He recognized the other party. This handyman disciple was different from the other handymen. Every year, he is said to donate a lot of money from his home to Master Xiao Rong, in exchange for the opportunity to serve the Master in close proximity.

The reminder just now was obviously a gesture of goodwill, and Zhang Rongfang kept it in his heart.

"Dare to ask your brother's name?"

"I dare not, my surname is Sun and my name is Yuanfeng. I have no words." The handyman replied with a smile.

"It turned out to be Brother Feng" Zhang Rongfang paused and suddenly felt inappropriate. "Thank you, Senior Brother Feng, for the point. Zhang has written it down."

"Small thing." Sun Yuanfeng waved his hand.

Soon, the two of them passed through the alleys, across the corridors, the dojo, the disciple Fang, and at the back of the Qinghe Palace, they found a group of attic surrounded by red walls.

The three-storey attic with red walls and grey tiles is scattered in an orderly manner.

Sun Yuanfeng took Zhang Rongfang all the way in, and soon came to one of the attics.

Xiao Rong has a well-proportioned figure and is standing on the balcony on the second floor of the attic. He is wearing a light yellow bunt and a grey and white cloak. It seems that he has just finished practicing martial arts.

The Qinghe Palace is affiliated to the Daling Dao Sect, respecting the Three Purities, and the disciples in the sect practice cultivation. It is mainly divided into two parts, literature and martial arts. Most of them are literature and martial arts.

What Zhang Rongfang saw in the dojo was all practicing martial arts.

At this time, he followed Sun Yuanfeng, walked to the bottom of the attic, and waited at the entrance.

"Come ahead." Xiao Rong said calmly. His eyes swept across Zhang Rongfang.

"Yes."

Zhang Rongfang bowed and saluted, entered the first floor of the attic, stood at the entrance of the living room, and waited.

After a while, Xiao Rong came down from the second floor, took a hot wet towel in his hand, wiped his cheeks and palms, and handed it to the serving disciple on the side.

He waved his hand and motioned the surrounding disciples to go out.

After the others left, only Sun Yuanfeng and Zhang Rongfang stayed, and he coughed.

"Zhang Rongfang."

"The disciple is here!" Zhang Rongfang responded quickly.

"Would you like to take me as a teacher? Enter my door?" Xiao Rong asked without any explanation, just one sentence.

This sentence came out of nowhere, and there was no sign before, which made Zhang Rongfang and Sun Yuanfeng a little stunned.

Fortunately, Zhang Rongfang reacted and immediately knelt down and bowed.

"Disciple Zhang Rongfang, I have seen the master!"

This apprenticeship is not a true teaching. There are two types of Daoist apprentices. One is the ordinary apprentice.

is also called Xiaoshi.

Worshiping a little master is just an ordinary disciple of this master, just a name, and there will be no major training. Just have the Taoist status and job treatment that they should have.

After   , there is another type, called Master Bai, which is the core of the true inheritance.

After worshipping the master, the relationship between master and disciple is like that of father and son, and there is even a corresponding partial inheritance right in property. The disciple also has many obligations to the master.

Zhang Rongfang also came here, only to know that, unlike the movies and TV dramas in his previous life, not anyone who worships the Taoist door can get the Taoist title at will.

From masters to masters, intermediate disciples need to go through many tests.

Zhang Rongfang felt relieved at this moment, he knew that he had finally taken the right first step.

Although it is only a small teacher.

But as long as he is free from the life of a laboring handyman disciple, he accumulates attributes and points up, and he will be able to step up to a higher level.

dong dong dong.

As Zhang Rongfang knelt down and kowtowed, and under Xiao Rong's smile, he finally officially took a step forward, breaking away from a handyman disciple who could be abandoned at any time and becoming an official practitioner.

Sun Yuanfeng's eyes flashed with admiration. He didn't know what kind of **** Zhang Rongfang got, but he was named and accepted as a disciple by Master Xiao Rong.

Even if it was him, the family gave so much money every year, and he still served him wholeheartedly. It has been four years now, and he still hasn't been accepted as a disciple by Master Xiao Rong.

In Daoism, the master accepts apprentices, and he must divide a part of his own treatment resources to train the apprentices.

Therefore, mages are generally very cautious in accepting apprentices, so that in many Taoist temples and temples, the number of disciples is the same all year round, and there is no increase or decrease.

Therefore, Sun Yuanfeng guessed in his heart that there must be some reason for Zhang Rongfang to fall into the eyes of Master Xiao Rong, so that regardless of his background, he would also admit people to his sect.

Zhang Rongfang was born in a fourth-class barbarian family. His parents were Confucian families.

A discerning person can guess at a glance, it must be Zhang Rongfang's recent performance that caught Xiao Rong's fancy.

After kowtowing, Xiao Rong looked at Zhang Rongfang.

"You can follow Xiaoying in the future. She has a bad temperament. You have to watch her more and remind her."

"Yes." Zhang Rongfang responded quickly. As a disciple, what tasks are assigned to him is beyond his control.

Judging from these words, it is obvious that Xiao Rong accepted him for his daughter.

"Besides, my disciple of Qinghe Palace, Wen Xiu practiced Guanxu Gong, and Wu Xiu practiced Rejuvenation Jingshi Talisman. If you have insufficient qi and blood, first practice Guanxu Gong and nourish it." Xiao Rong advised.

"Yes."

Zhang Rongfang lowered his head, and a hint of joy finally flashed on his face.

He has always had a guess that on his attribute column, the skill column probably refers to authentic Taoist exercises.

"I dare to ask the master, if this martial arts is well practiced, can you fly over the eaves and walk the walls? Fighting cattle across the mountain?" He couldn't help asking respectfully.

"Haha." Xiao Rong smiled, "When you reach the top of your body skills, you can fly over the eaves and walk through walls, but people have limits, and martial arts is only created by allowing us to better utilize our own strengths.

Of course, there are also some martial arts, which can strengthen and exercise ourselves, but the limit of human beings is there, no matter how much we exercise, we can reach a point at most. "

He looked at Zhang Rongfang in front of him, and seemed to recall something for a while, his eyes dazed.

"The martial arts function allows you to play five or even ten in turn under the same physical condition, but this is the limit. In addition, you have to remember that unarmed ones are generally inferior to those who hold weapons, and those who hold weapons are generally inferior. Can't beat a weapon in full body armor."

"In addition, if you are facing elite officers and soldiers, even if you are a master, being able to play five is the limit."

He paused and continued.

"Also, Wen Xiu's Guanxu Gong is for self-cultivation and self-cultivation. Unless you can pass the assessment level of martial arts disciples, practicing Guanxu Gong alone will only make you healthy and long-lived, and the rest will have no effect."

Zhang Rongfang was stunned.

"But I've heard clearly before that there was a palace master who successfully transformed a pill into a baby."

"Oh, it's Senior Brother Zhang from the God of Wealth Temple. Senior Brother Zhang is superb in Taoism and has indeed condensed Nascent Soul, but he is not a martial cultivator. After condensing Nascent Soul, he was so happy that he accidentally fell and was hit by stone steps on his forehead. It hit a big bag."

Xiao Rong sighed, "Sanqing is on top, and later I invited the senior sister from the Pill Room to see a doctor, so it's not a big deal."

"." Zhang Rongfang didn't know what to use to describe his mood.

"This is nothing, in my Taiqing Palace, there are many condensed inner alchemy, at least there are at least a double ten, most of them are Wenxiu Taoists.

Wu Xiu didn't have time to spare, so he went to work on his muscles and bones and hone his strength. Therefore, if the qualifications are not very good, do not choose the dual cultivation of civil and military. Remember remember. "

Xiao Rong warned seriously.

"What's the benefit of master condensing the inner alchemy?" Zhang Rongfang asked again unwillingly.

"If there is no disease and no disaster, you can live to more than ninety years." Xiao Rong smiled.

"This is the art of longevity."

After saying that, he was a little disappointed.

"Thesis on Taoism, my Taoist sect once had four seasons Taoists, and after cultivating to Nascent Soul, he refined the Tao of God.

It is rumored that he has already touched the realm of returning to the void after refining God. Unfortunately, he was arrested and imprisoned by the county magistrate at that time, interrogated for the quick-acting technique of longevity, and after being tortured, he hit a wall and died. "

"." Zhang Rongfang was speechless.

(end of this chapter)