My Attributes Cultivation Life

July 1182, morning.

The rain keeps dripping down the eaves.

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

There were two people standing beside the wall under the eaves.

A man with a thin body, no more than ten years old, with a red complexion, wearing a blue Taoist robe that has been washed white.

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

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

The woman is slender, wearing a plain white skirt that only reaches the mid-thigh, revealing her fair skin. She wears knee-length brown leather boots and a jade-leather emerald green belt around her waist.

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

"Didn't you promise me that you wouldn't go to accompany that Dumaran again!?" The man gritted his teeth, almost squeezing his voice out.

"I promised you." The woman nodded, "So I'm not with Domaran now."

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

In the dark green and brown forest, the wind blows this branch constantly shaking.

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

"In life, if you want to avoid being bullied, you must try your best to climb up. Don't you still understand this truth?"

The woman said softly.

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

From the small bag at the back, she opened the shackle, took out an item wrapped in light butter paper, and handed it to the man.

"Father and mother left early, we are the only two brothers and sisters left in this world to depend on each other, Rong Fang, this is what I have saved over 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 sold her body at a suitable price, in exchange for the safety of her younger brother and herself, as well as food and clothing.

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

The woman thought of this, and the other hand unconsciously pressed the skin on the back of her thigh.

Through the skirt, I could feel the pain.

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

But it's worth it.

These money, plus that thing, should be enough for her brother's food and clothing for many years after she left...

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

Snapped!

The man slapped the oiled paper bag with a slap in the face.

The oil-paper package was smashed with great force, and rolled into the rain curtain. It rolled around on the wet mud for a few times, and scattered a stack of banknotes and copper coins of different sizes.

"Who wants your dirty money!" The man suddenly raised his head and shouted, "Do you think you won't know if you don't tell others? Do you think you can live a good life with money!? What do you think you do all day long? No one knows about it!? Do you know what other people are saying about you behind your back?!"

"You don't know anything! It's fun to be played with, isn't it!? You're shameless, and I want shame!"

"How did my parents teach us? You forgot 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 fiercely. Turned around and left, and soon disappeared into the depths of the forest in the rain.

The woman was stunned for a moment, her right cheek was flushed red, and slowly swollen, but she couldn't care less, hurried out of the eaves, ran to the paper bag that was knocked out, squatted down and picked up the banknotes one by one from the ground .

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

These rotten ones can no longer be used, they can only be discarded. This means that most of her previous efforts were wasted. . . .

As the woman picked it up, a drop of water suddenly dropped on the back of her hand, but the water drop didn't seem to be raindrops.

Tears blurred her vision, and muddy water was on her hands.

"I don't blame him. He is still young and ignorant.... He doesn't know the importance of money. In the future, he will..."

She didn't go on, just packed the money and things back into the greased paper bag, and squatted there, drenched in the rain, her voice choked and muttered, she didn't know what to say.

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Daling, 1183, February.

Pingyu Road, Huaxin County, Qinghe Palace.

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

The dewdrops fell, streaked across the tree more than ten meters high, and smashed lightly on the cheeks 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 mouth.

"A gourd is drunk on Haitangzhou in spring, and a gourd can penetrate the fragrance before drinking it. This wine really deserves to be the famous gourd wine... You can feel the whole body comfortable when you smell it!"

He looked intoxicated with emotion. Holding the gourd and looking up, drinking like a drink, imagining that wine is pouring out of the empty gourd.

In front of the Taoist is a black and white Tai Chi Dojo, square, surrounded by white walls and lined with flowers.

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

"Bamboo is broken and needs to be supplemented with bamboo, and the chicken should be held as an egg. It is not a futile effort, but it is like a real lead and a holy machine..."

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

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

Obviously this person is 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 chorus, but in reality they are in chaos.

It has been more than ten days since he 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 a little of the situation here.

Here is a huge kingdom called the Great Spirit.

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

The Taoist temple is called Qinghe Palace. In the square Taoist temple, there are hundreds of Taoist priests.

He Zhang Rongfang is one of them.

The Taoist priests have morning and evening classes every day. In addition to chanting scriptures, they do chores. Occasionally, a few Taoist priests can be seen practicing Taoist exercises.

but.....

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

There is no fairy magic, no strange magic weapon, and no flying with the sword.

The only advantage of Taoist priests practicing Taoism here is that they are in good health, less disease, and occasionally they can treat others.

After seeing a few Taoist palaces, it is said that Zhang Rongfang gave up his mind completely after he was said to be a high-level Taoist with profound Taoism.

Decades of practice, that is, to make these old Taoists healthy, flushed, running fast, and vigorous, and the rest are nothing special.

Following the Qi-Forging Sutra after the morning class, a group of Taoist priests sat in silence for a while before getting up one after another amid the sound of the bell.

"If you want to go to the fire room, hurry up. There is a distinguished person visiting this morning. Everyone should take out their energy. Don't be as lazy as usual." The senior brother in charge of supervising the morning class shouted loudly with a whisk in hand. .

"I can't get a fire if I go early. I'm running out of firewood, and I haven't made up for it yet. I'm screaming, I know it all day, and the master doesn't say anything."

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

The fat Taoist glanced at Zhang Rongfang.

"Lao Fang, why don't you help me do it together? I'll give you this number." He stretched out his hand and pointed his index finger.

"Ten Wen?" 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 priest called Pang Zhong, who laughed when he heard the words.

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

Zhang Rongfang ignored it.

After he came to this world, he inherited the memory of his predecessor to some extent, knowing that both his parents had died, and he also had an older sister, but now her older sister has also gone to the distant Dadu, and now she has also cut off contact.

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

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

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

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

Zhang Rongfang glanced at him from a distance. The Taoists on the field were only practicing ordinary boxing.

There is no inner qi, except that it is a little louder than the average person, the rest is nothing unusual.

An invisible black line flashed in his eyes.

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

'Wang Yingshi - life 11-15, skill: Rejuvenation Pure Time Talisman - Seventh Mountain-shaped Talisman. ’

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

'Chen Dashi - Life 11-14, Skill: Rejuvenation and Pure Time Talisman - Seventh Mountain 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 properties: 0. ’

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

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

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

The name, life, and skills are all like this.

And.... this world is not like a game, because it is too real.

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

The better you eat, the richer the nutrition, and the faster you accumulate attribute points.

He has passed the test and got a little attribute, which is added to his life. Therefore, 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 is considered to have reached the average level.

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

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

The old Taoist sat 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 clasped his fists and saluted.

Mr. Xu stretched out his hand and hooted from behind, pulled out a package, opened it, and took out a rough, pale yellow envelope from it.

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 the envelope's sealing wax and took out the letter.

There was only a very small line in the letter, and a small denomination banknote was attached. Above is the number of one hundred letters.

The sender is Xiaolongju, a tick box.