When the morning bell rang, the Taoist priests in the Qinghe Palace came out of their residences one after another, patrolling, cleaning, and paying their respects.
The martial arts cultivators who went out to practice in the back mountains also returned in twos and threes, changing clothes and preparing for morning classes.
"Setting the furnace and setting up the cauldron to teach the universe, tempering the essence to form the soul; gathering and dispersing the dense clouds to create changes, dare to talk about the mysteries."
"It is human behavior to swallow fluids and receive Qi. Only with medicine can good fortune come to life. If there are no real seeds in the cauldron, it will be like boiling water and fire into an empty pot..."
The sound of Taoists chanting sutras continued to spread.
The master of the palace, Chen Heqiu, stood in front of the Xuanxin Hall and quietly scanned the morning prayers of the true disciples in front of the hall.
Chen Heqiu has an old-fashioned and solemn temperament. Now over eighty, he is still walking as fast as flying.
Because he practiced both civil and martial arts, he was proficient in the twelve talismans of the Hui Chun Jing Shi talisman, and he went out to travel and made a name for himself, so people in the world gave him the nickname: Taoist Heart Talisman.
At this time, Chen Heqiu was standing at the palace gate. He looked at the true disciples for a while, and then fell in the direction of the palace gate again.
Not long after, outside the palace gate, there was a Taoist priest from the mountain gate who led a team of five people into the palace.
Everyone in the team wore official uniforms, official swords hanging from their waists, hat-shaped iron helmets, and brown hard leather armor.
This is the typical dress of Daling officers and soldiers.
The leader, wearing a narrow-sleeved green robe and a two-winged official hat, with a broad body and a fat body, strode into the square in front of Xuanxin Hall.
"Brother Heqiu, I haven't seen you for a long time. How are you?" This man looked to be over sixty years old, but his voice was full of energy.
"Master Zheng, are you here because of the bandits?" Chen Heqiu smiled slightly, walked down the steps and took the initiative to greet him.
"Exactly, after the rebel army was defeated, it was divided into nine main streams. One of them came to our Shan Province. After being defeated by the provincial garrison, it dispersed into dozens of groups and now many of them flowed into our Huaxin County." Mr. Zheng sighed.
, "Now, I am very stressed out every day, but I can't even rest at ease."
"My lord, if you have something to say, it's okay to say it. If I can contribute, I, Qinghe Palace, will do my best." Chen Heqiu suppressed his smile and said solemnly.
"Thank you, Brother Heqiu, for your understanding. That's it..." Mr. Zheng lowered his voice and spoke to Chen Heqiu carefully for a while.
"You should try your best." Chen Heqiu looked solemn and agreed decisively.
"That's the best." Mr. Zheng smiled.
Not long after, Mr. Zheng left.
Qinghe Palace beat the assembly drum, summoned the palace mages and deacons, and headed to Xuanxin Palace.
Not long after, many Taoists dispersed and spread the new Taoist order from the Palace Master.
Between Shangde Garden and the back mountain, there is an intermediate area, in which there is a pavilion called the Health Pavilion.
There are often pilgrims in the pavilion, and noble people enter and write inscriptions.
At this time, in the health-preserving pavilion, a handsome man with sword-shaped eyebrows was sitting opposite an old Taoist with a goatee.
A charcoal pot was placed between the two of them, with a purple clay teapot on top, slowly simmering.
One of them is young and the other is old, but their appearance and outline are somewhat similar.
"Wuyou, haven't you taken Xiao Qingying's side yet?"
The old Taoist reached out and opened the lid of the teapot, and the rich hot steam mixed with the fragrance of milk poured out and turned into steaming white steam.
This is Daling’s popular salt milk tea.
In the milky white milk tea, a few bright red wolfberries tumbled from time to time.
"It didn't work out twice before, so I decided to rely on feelings to get through it. It's just that although Xiao Qingying likes me more and more, she always strictly observes etiquette at critical moments and doesn't do anything forcefully."
The young Taoist is Xiao Rong's second disciple, Chen Wuyou.
"The palace master is about to be replaced. Xiao Rong's attitude is very important. He has senior qualifications and wide connections. Several deacons are looking towards him." The old Taoist grabbed a small pinch of salt from the spice plate on the side and sprinkled it into the teapot.
"Don't always think about using force. When you achieve something, don't leave any flaws. Find a gap and then give it a little push, and you can easily get what you want."
"What does father mean...?" Chen Wuyou was puzzled.
"Today the Palace Master issued an order, asking the martial arts disciples to go out to patrol the surrounding mountains and forests. He also needs to divide the ranks of masters to cooperate with the officers and soldiers to patrol various parts of Huaxin County." The old Taoist replied. "Not only us, but also Bailing Temple and Black Spring Gate.
, we have to send people to cooperate, this is an opportunity."
"Do we still want those same people from last time to take action?" Chen Wuyou asked in a low voice.
The old Taoist rolled his eyes at him.
"Stupid! Your mother has already made arrangements. Don't always think about being strong. With Xiao Qingying's personality and feelings for you, you only need to create opportunities and see her whole body. Then she can marry someone else.
Not successful?
Until then, if Xiao Rong knows the inside story, he will have no choice but to endure it."
"Father is brilliant!" Chen Wuyou suddenly understood and became enlightened.
"In this inspection, as the patrol inspector, I can join the manpower team. If you want to move anyone, please report it to me later." Lao Dao finally said.
Patrollers are deacons who are specifically responsible for security in Taoist palaces and are directly affiliated with the Supervisory Court. In addition to the three palace masters and the Palace Supervisor, the deacons are the actual people in power in the Qinghe Palace.
Among them, the patrol officer in charge of security and defense is the most powerful person among the deacons.
"Understood." When Chen Wuyou heard this, his mind suddenly flashed back to Xiao Qingying's follower who had ruined his good deeds before.
Last time, if this person hadn't reported the news in advance and released the communication tube in time, his plan would have succeeded long ago.
Therefore, in this design, this person must be dealt with first.
I heard that he has now begun to practice martial arts... and it is common to encounter danger during inspections. After all, rebels have turned into bandits and flowed into Huaxin County.
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Boom, boom, boom.
A rapid knock on the door woke Zhang Rongfang from his nap.
"Zhang Rongfang, are you awake? Are you going to the dojo?" An energetic voice came through the door.
Zhang Rongfang breathed out, rubbed his eyes, and got off the bed.
"Come. Go."
"Wait while I wipe my face." He walked over and opened the door. Outside the door was a young man with a white face and a scholar-like appearance.
The man wore an ordinary martial arts disciple's bundt, held a gourd as a kettle in one hand, and hung a gray towel made of cotton on his shoulder.
"Why haven't you gotten up after sleeping for almost half an hour?"
Daling's time system is a twelve-hour system, but in order to facilitate timekeeping, Zhang Rongfang did the conversion in his own mind and still calculated it according to twenty-four hours.
"I over practiced this morning." Zhang Rongfang replied, pulled out the wooden basin from under the bed, put the towel in, and prepared to go out to fetch water.
In fact, the real reason was that he had just upgraded the Yue Shaping Talisman. He couldn't hold it back and practiced for a while longer.
"Then can you still do it?" the man said speechlessly.
"If you, Dong Dafang, can do it, how can I say no?" Zhang Rongfang smiled.
Dong Dafang was his comrade who occasionally practiced martial arts with him during these times.
Like him, this man is also a fourth-level barbarian, but because he is not a scholar, he is slightly better than him.
After washing up and changing clothes, the two of them left the room together and rushed towards the dojo.
Many people in the dojo have already begun to exercise and practice.
Zhang Rongfang and Dong Dafang walked to a corner and got together with the other two people who had been practicing here before.
"I came a little late today."
A dark-skinned female Taoist greeted the two of them familiarly. Her name is Xu Mingyu. She has a nice name, but her skin is really dark. It is rumored that her ancestors have black ancestry.
"I haven't had a good rest. Why are there so many people today?" Zhang Rongfang replied.
"It seems that it was affected by the palace master's order. Most of the martial arts cultivators have to go out for inspection. If you don't come here to practice quickly, it will be over if you fall outside."
Another female Taoist said with a smile, this one has a slender figure, well-proportioned limbs, a straight and strong back, and her skin is healthy, rosy and shiny.
Except for her average face, she has no other flaws, and her chest is quite impressive. Although not as good as Xiao Qingying, she is still pretty good.
Her name is Li Fuhua, and she was also the first to practice Yue Xing Fu.
"Are you going to Kundao?" Dong Dafang asked aloud.
"Yes, many of us who have cultivated the last five talismans are mainly for healing, and we also want to join the team." Li Fuhua nodded, also showing a sad look.
"I heard that Zhou Ze was admitted yesterday, passed the first-grade examination, and is now leading a team alone. I don't know if it's true?" she said softly.
"Really, Zhou Ze is a well-known talent among our batch. He takes one year to nourish his blood, one year to strengthen his muscles, and two months to get into high-quality...it's really amazing!" Dong Dafang nodded.
"I have been practicing the Yue Xing Talisman for two years, but there is no movement yet... I don't know how long it will take... Is it so difficult to nourish blood?" Li Fuhua sighed.
"I've been practicing for a year and a half. Just wait. Don't even think about it in three years. There are only a handful of people like Zhou Ze after all." Dong Dafang comforted him.
"The key to nourishing blood is to nourish it, practice martial arts to activate blood circulation, eat more, drink more and rest more. If we can eat better, we may nourish blood faster." Xu Mingyu said.
"Like Tao Mengjie? Throw money at it? Throw in various blood-nourishing elixirs, take a medicinal bath for three days, and take a pill for five days?" Li Fuhua asked in return.
Zhang Rongfang didn't speak at the side, just listened. But at this time, his heart moved.
If there is better food and a lot of elixirs, it may be possible to further shorten the acquisition of attribute points.
He glanced at the three people around him. Including himself, the four of them were all martial arts practitioners with no background, no talent, no money.
Dong Dafang, Xu Mingyu, and Li Fuhua, all three of them have just started to learn a certain kind of talisman martial arts.
It will take at least one or two years, and possibly even longer, before we can fully master it.
Because thoroughly mastering a talisman is a sign of reaching the level of nourishing blood.
Otherwise, if the Qi and blood are not enough, there will be no way to perform a set of spells in a coherent manner.
‘So now I have reached the point of nourishing blood?’ Zhang Rongfang thought thoughtfully.
If so, by adding attribute points and practicing hard on his own, in at most half a year, he will be able to overcome the problem of tempering and reach the top level.
Thinking of this, Zhang Rongfang suddenly asked.
"If you enter the rank and pass the Lingguan Hall assessment, can you take up a position in the imperial court?"
"To be precise, I'm working at the Baihu Office." Dong Dafang replied, "But you and I can forget it." He sighed.
"Why?" Zhang Rongfang was confused.
"The fourth-class barbarians are not allowed to hold military positions." Dong Dafang's answer made Zhang Rong hesitate.
"Even if we go up in rank in the future, we still can't serve in the military affairs office of the local government. We can only follow the leadership path announced by Jixian Yuan." Dong Dafang replied.
"Carrier?" Zhang Rongfang was puzzled.
"It means following other officials of higher rank, serving as other people's bodyguards, bodyguards, tutors, etc." Dong Dafang's words made Zhang Rongfang suddenly realize.
Only then did he understand why Xiao Rong could easily promote him as a cultivation disciple and let a cultivation disciple be his daughter's follower.
It turns out that the root is here?
"Then apart from the carriers, is there any way for us barbarians to rise up?" Zhang Rongfang couldn't help but ask.
After Xiao Rong's treatment of him last time, he felt that he had to find a way to break away from his current identity.
But once a teacher is always a father, Great Spirit attaches great importance to the master-disciple relationship.
It is extremely difficult to break away from such a relationship.
On the contrary, if she just stopped following Xiao Qingying, maybe she could still do it.
Therefore, if he could become a high-ranking official, even Xiao Rong would not be able to ask him to follow Xiao Qingying all the time.
"Yes, you can go through the Jixian Academy's franchise channel, but the assessment is very difficult. You need at least the second grade before you can be promoted to a job, and the job is much lower than that of other clans. Our second grade is equivalent to others' first grade..." Dong