I don’t know how long has passed, and I don’t know how long I have endured.
Zhang Rongfang gradually felt that the pain in his body began to subside, just like the ebb and flow of the tide.
Soon, he was lying on the bed covered in sweat, panting heavily.
My clothes and hair were completely soaked, as if I had just climbed out of the water.
My physical strength and mental energy were almost exhausted due to the intense pain.
But Zhang Rongfang still held on to his sleepiness and looked at his attribute column again.
Sure enough, the properties changed again.
‘Zhang Rongfang—Life 12-13.
Skills: Rejuvenation and Purification Time Talisman - Yue Shaping Talisman (perfection), Observation of Void Skills (first level of essence).
Available attributes: 0.’
"The life has increased by two points! No wonder the transformation is so big."
Zhang Rongfang stood up from the bed.
Click.
Suddenly, a tiny crack appeared on the edge of the bed where his hand was grabbing.
"Huh?? My strength has become stronger?"
He raised his hand in surprise and looked at the edge of the bed, where a palm print clearly appeared.
The brown wood texture was also forcibly broken, and some wooden thorns popped out.
"So, if you practice the Yue Xing Fu to perfection, your strength will increase?"
Zhang Rongfang has never heard of this statement.
However, he still knew that after entering the martial arts realm, one's strength increases greatly, and after entering the realm, the skin on the body becomes thicker and the defense is enhanced.
'Now it seems that I should have entered the muscle-strengthening level? According to what Senior Sister Zhao taught, muscle-strengthening is the first step to increase your strength.'
I got up and moved my hands and feet in the room.
Zhang Rongfang began to try to adapt to his current strength.
There is no need to do anything else, just perform the thirty-two movements of the Yue type talisman, over and over again.
Time passes slowly, and the benefits of increasing vitality are gradually revealed.
Just by slowly using the Yue-shaped talisman, Zhang Rong could feel that his strength was slowly recovering.
After three sets of punches, he took out a wooden box from under the bed and opened it. Inside was a few black pills that looked like sesame paste and were kneaded into balls.
This is a blood-nourishing pill, and it is also a special benefit for martial arts disciples.
Two pills a month. Zhao Dacong gave Zhang Rongfang his previous share in one go.
Picking up a blood-nourishing pill and throwing it into his mouth, a sour leather taste filled his entire mouth.
Zhang Rongfang endured nausea and swallowed hard.
Then he changed his clothes and scrubbed himself. Seeing that there was still time, he was ready to take a short rest.
Boom, boom, boom.
"Senior Brother Zhang, there is your package in the letter room."
"My package?" Zhang Rongfang was stunned. He had not done anything else since he received his predecessor's body. He also had no ability to continue to submit articles to Goulan.
Who will send him a letter?
Confused, he stood up, drank some cold water, opened the door and walked towards the letter room.
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Inside the Letter Room of Qinghe Palace.
Zheng Zhonglin patted a yellow package in front of him.
"What a small box."
As the person in charge of the letter room, he would not interfere with ordinary letters and packages.
But no one knew that he was actually someone arranged by the current deacon at the Patrol Office a long time ago.
The Patrol Deacon has great power and is currently competing with the Supervisory Court for the position of the next Palace Master, so now is the time to take sides.
Looking at the package in front of me, the sender is unknown and unmarked, and the consignee is none other than Xiao Rong's apprentice, a man named Zhang Rongfang.
Zheng Zhonglin rubbed his hands, took the package, avoided the Taoist priests who were sorting letters around him, walked into the letter room alone, and lowered the curtain.
Zheng Zhonglin quickly placed the package on the small stool, moved his hands back and forth skillfully, and soon completely untied the entire package.
If it was someone else's package, he would naturally not dare to mess with it. Who knows what secrets he might find inside. With such a big taboo, he would not dare to mess with it.
But Xiao Rong's apprentice was strictly regulated by the superiors. He opened the bag and checked it, but it didn't matter.
Inside the package is a wooden box.
Zheng Zhonglin did not stop, picked up the tool and continued the next round.
The box was quickly opened, and the contents were finally revealed.
"hiss!?"
When Zheng Zhonglin saw the thing for the first time, he took a deep breath.
money!!
A lot of money!!
What was placed in the black box was a stack of banknotes with a face value of one tael!
That thick stack was obviously intended for those who would use it, considering that the denominations were too large and would easily reveal their wealth, so they deliberately exchanged them for small-denomination banknotes.
Zheng Zhonglin has seen a lot of treasure notes on weekdays, but the stack in front of him, according to a rough calculation, is at least 70 taels!
What is the concept of 70 taels!?
In Huaxin County, 70 taels can buy a good-looking horse!
In this place where a pig only costs ten to fifteen taels, 70 taels can buy six pigs!
Zheng Zhonglin swallowed his saliva and looked around. He quickly rummaged through the package and found another letter.
He looked at the stack of treasure notes and thought that the recipient of this box was none other than Zhang Rongfang, who had offended the Chen family.
Greed kept appearing and disappearing in his eyes.
After struggling for a while, he finally made up his mind, took out all the treasures in the package, put the box back, put the letter away, and tied the package intact.
'Anyway, after taking the money, no one knew it was me. I dealt with so many people along the way, so why must it be me?'
'Even if that kid knew it was me and didn't have the support of the patrol officer, why would he fight with me!?'
This is not the first time Zheng Zhonglin has stolen parcels and property, he has long been used to it.
But this time the amount was a bit large... which made him a little worried.
In the past, the people who stole things because of him were all guys with little background, and most of these Taoists tolerated it.
But this time, there was a little more money.
If Zhang Rongfang hadn't offended the Chen family and wanted to kill him by name, he wouldn't have been so bold all of a sudden.
Not long after, a little Taoist priest opened the door curtain and came in.
"The landlord, Brother Zhang Rongfang, a disciple of Master Xiao Rong, is here to pick up the package."
Zheng Zhonglin had already put away the treasure banknotes at this time, and pointed to the box in a pile of parcels aside as if nothing had happened.
"Here, take her out."
"Yes." The handyman disciple stepped forward and carefully took out the wrapped box.
The weather is cold and cold.
At noon, Zhang Rongfang stood outside the letter room and felt a little chilly.
It's now more than November, winter has entered, and the temperature is getting colder and colder.
He watched several Taoist priests carrying things, and one of them, a young Taoist priest, approached him holding a black cloth package.
"Brother, this is your package."
The little Taoist priest put the things on the wooden table in front of him.
There is a circle of wooden tables placed outside the letter room for the convenience of handing over and placing things.
Zhang Rongfang looked at the package, reached out and patted it gently.
There was also writing on the outside of the package with charcoal.
'Qinghe Palace, Tianyin Zhang Rongfang closed.'
The handwriting is elegant and neat, with a hint of Zhang Rongfang's familiarity.
‘It’s the handwriting of my predecessor’s sister.’
His heart skipped a beat, knowing that what was supposed to come had finally come.
Picking up the package, he turned and left.
"That's wrong!" Suddenly Zhang Rongfang felt that the package in his hand felt wrong.
The opening of the package is usually sealed with a special needle thread seal.
In the memory of my predecessor, my sister Zhang Rongyu's style, every time my sister sent a package, the stitches and stitches were quite neat and dense.
But the package he just picked up had an unusually messy stitching, and only a few stitches were inserted randomly, which was barely enough to seal the package.
'The package may have been tampered with!'
Zhang Rongconveniently guessed this possibility at the first time.
He turned around and stared at the little Taoist priest who had just given him a full package.
"Junior brother, did anyone else touch my package just now?"
The little Taoist priest was a little scared when he looked at him, because he was a practicing disciple and was one level higher than him.
He replied with respect.
"Back to senior brother, someone delivered the package directly to our letter room in the morning, and it has not been touched."
"Are you sure it hasn't been touched?" Zhang Rongfang asked again.
"You're sure, senior brother, except for a few moves when we were checking names, no one has moved it." The little Taoist priest said quickly.
Zhang Rongfang didn't ask any more questions. He just looked in through the letter room window.
Just as the window came out, Zheng Zhonglin counted the banknotes in his hand by light.
As if noticing the gaze, Zheng Zhonglin turned around, glanced at Zhang Rongfang, and smiled. There was a hint of pity and a different meaning in his eyes.
Zhang Rong was expressionless.
Although the letter room is just a place with no force value, this is Qinghe Palace and there are many masters around.
As a barbarian scholar, even if his things were stolen, he could only endure it because no one would stand up for him.
Especially now that Xiao Rong doesn't care about him anymore.
Taking the package with him, Zhang Rongfang turned around and returned to his residence.
Returning to the room, he quickly opened the package, read the contents of the letter, and then opened the black box.
It was empty inside, with nothing there.
Swish.
Zhang Rongfang closed the box with no expression on his face. He followed the instructions in the letter, lifted the bottom of the box, and carefully pulled out a thin piece of wood.
Inside the wooden board is a small rectangular hidden compartment.
There were two banknotes placed in the secret compartment.
Two treasure banknotes with a face value of fifty taels.
'The package was opened and the 70 taels on the first floor were taken away. I just don't know whether it was taken on the road or when it arrived at Qinghe Palace.'
Zhang Rongfang actually wanted to rush into the letter room and check it himself.
But he couldn't and didn't dare.
Although there is no martial arts cultivator in the letter room, the supervisor Zheng Zhonglin is only a literary cultivator.
But once he does this, he will break the rules of Qinghe Palace.
He can't even reach the top grade now, but there are at least a dozen martial arts practitioners in the Qinghe Palace who have the grade!
Among them, the deacons are at least third grade, not to mention the masters of fifth grade and above such as the prison guards and palace lords.
Therefore, as long as he dares to take action, the patrol office will arrest him immediately and execute the punishment.
And the key thing is, he doesn't know whether the people in the correspondence room took it.
It was only because there were frequent reports of things being stolen from the letter room that he became suspicious.
"Forget it, it's only 70 taels. Most of the money Zhang Rongyu sent is still there. Even if I report it, no one will care... The situation in the letter room has not been reported once or twice..."
Zhang Rongfang felt aggrieved. He looked at the box on the table and said nothing.
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Bang!!
Zheng Zhonglin was hit in the head and his face was covered with blood.
He was swaying, holding the package he was going to take home, and looking at the scenery in front of him, everything was shaking.
Plop.
He was unsteady and fell to the ground. The package in his hand rolled to the ground.
"So...so brave! You dare to attack me in Qinghe Palace!? You know who I am..."
Bang!!
Another stick hit him on the forehead.
Zheng Zhonglin looked at the masked man coming out in front of him and pointed at him.
"Okay...Okay...Hero, spare your life!!"
He fell to the ground and knelt on his knees.
This is the only way from Qinghe Palace to Huaxin County at the foot of the mountain.
Going home with him every day was a martial arts monk, his nephew Zhao Heigou.
They are all people who have bought houses in Huaxin County.
This time he was preparing to put the stolen property back into his house and give it to his mother-in-law to take care of.
I didn't expect it...
Just outside Qinghe Palace, on the path down the mountain, someone actually dared to attack me!
The nephew just put up a posture and was knocked down several times.
Then there's him.
It's so pitiful that he, a literary cultivator in charge of the letter room, was actually attacked on the way down the mountain.
Zhang Rongfang looked at the two people who fell on the ground, picked up their packages and ran away.
Regardless of whether the person in front of him stole his money or not, he should rob him first.
Anyway, as long as no one is killed, everything will be fine.
Since the last time he killed someone, no one has bothered him. Zhang Rongfang has become bolder.