In the blink of an eye, Zhang Rong was able to stay in Tianbao Palace for three days.
In the past three days, he went to Zhang Qingzhi every day to inquire about the situation, and they got close to each other.
There are a total of thirty-six palace groups in Tianbao Palace. Each palace group has six main halls, twelve rooms, and many various rooms.
Its scale is far beyond ordinary people's imagination.
In addition to the Taoist palaces, the residential area in the back half of Tianbao Palace is even more eye-opening.
The internal demand flow of Tianbao Palace alone formed small markets and commercial streets in the residential area.
Zhang Rongfang only strolled around for a while and then focused his attention on his duties in Dantang.
The purpose of his coming here is to find the secret medicine, so the best way is to enter the alchemy hall and climb up quickly.
Of course, while achieving the goal, if you can use your literary skills to obtain high-level protection, it is also a good way to protect yourself and your sister and the others in this dangerous world.
After careful consideration, Zhang Rongfang decided to use both hands.
In the Tianbao Palace residence area, Taoists from outside the area live in Sihaiyuan.
The courtyard can accommodate hundreds of people, with several-story buildings neatly arranged.
Inside one of the first-floor rooms.
Zhang Rongfang slowly practiced Fufa and martial arts in a spacious room that did not seem crowded or cramped.
All the talismans he mastered were used one by one in succession.
After all the talisman exercises were completed, he slowly stopped his movements, stood still, and adjusted his breath.
Looking out the window at the rising sun.
Zhang Rongfang felt a little helpless.
'The plan has changed. It seems that if we want to get the secret medicine, we can only investigate slowly and secretly by ourselves.'
'However, if you can't pretend to be a top genius, then just try it normally.'
His own situation was extremely complicated. The superposition of martial arts and attributes produced trace changes that even an individual could not understand.
But as long as you keep yourself safe, figure it out slowly, and accumulate it over a few years, the light attributes can be accumulated to an unknown level.
By then, what else will he have to fear?
As time goes on, his strength will naturally become stronger.
After thinking about this, Zhang Rongfang felt relaxed.
As long as Tianbao Palace can help him temporarily isolate himself from the storm at Dongzong Golden Wing Tower, what does it matter if he stays here quietly for a few years?
Feeling relaxed, he pondered for a moment.
'If you want to ensure my safety, I have to improve my status as much as possible. It would be best if I could be protected by the masters of Xuehong Pavilion.'
To be protected by the masters of Xuehong Pavilion, what matters is not how strong the masters are, but their identity.
These days, Xuehong Pavilion represents the Lingting official. Anyone who dares to touch the people protected by Xuehong Pavilion is openly going against the official.
So at the beginning, Tan Yang and all the high officials were fine.
The same goes for Wushan Mansion, no one will touch the senior officials.
This is the general trend.
Since even Yan Shuang has made it clear that Lingting is the strongest in the world today, it is natural that he must borrow the strongest one to lend him support.
Thinking of this, Zhang Rongfang had a clear idea in his mind.
The current goal is to reach a level protected by Xuehong Pavilion first.
In this way, he should know how to best use the attribute points he has accumulated.
‘In a short period of time, there is no way to learn secret techniques and break through martial arts. Then break through literary skills first! It will be too late to accumulate attributes again later.
After all, in Taoism, literary skills are most valued.’
He immediately closed his eyes and looked at his attribute column.
‘Zhang Rongfang—Life 43-43.
Martial Arts:
The Talisman of Rejuvenation and Purity - Level 6.
Kick technique-third level.
Fist Palm Claw: First Grade.
Limit breaking skills: shrinking step, heavy mountain, pine cloud.
Limit state: critical.
Literary Skills: Guanxu Gong (Fourth Level - Nine Transformations of the Golden Pill)
Available attributes: 6.’
Each single item is followed by an ellipsis, which can be clicked to view detailed information.
This made Zhang Rongfang feel more and more that his attribute column was getting better and better.
Looking at the six-point free attribute, he checked the surrounding doors and windows, closed them, then returned to the center of the room, sat cross-legged on the ground, took off his robe, and only wore a pair of shorts.
'let's start.'
He did not hesitate and clicked directly on the Guanxu Gong in the Literary Gong column, imagining it.
In an instant, the attribute points were reduced from six to three.
Then I saw the Avalokitesvara Gong flickering vaguely, and the words Nine Turns Golden Pill in parentheses began to disappear quickly.
A few seconds later.
New words appear in brackets.
‘Guanxu Kung Fu (Fifth Stage—Early Stage of Nascent Soul)’
A large number of memories and insights from practicing Guanxu Gong poured into Zhang Rongfang's mind.
He was a little dizzy for a while, and his consciousness was a little blurred by the impact.
But after relaxing for a while, all the memories were slowly digested.
From the Golden elixir stage to the Nascent Soul stage, there seems to be not much change.
Only the flesh and blood air mass at the Dantian seemed to be showing signs of further solidification.
If a large amount of Qi and blood flowed through the golden elixir before, it will turn into a second heart-like organ.
At this time, Zhang Rong felt that the Nascent Soul Stage seemed to have brought the energy and blood to life.
It is gradually starting to breathe and forming a new circulatory system within itself.
This feeling is amazing.
It was difficult for him to describe the changes.
But as Yuanying changed, Zhang Rongfang felt that part of his mind was gradually being transferred and drawn into it.
When the Qi and blood in the body flow through the Dantian, they must be filtered and purified by Yuanying again before they can pass through.
A large number of insights and memories from the Nascent Soul stage gradually gave Zhang Rongfang a clear understanding in his heart.
'Use your own body to purify the true blood and true energy, and then use it to breed a purer and more powerful body. Then cultivate a new body, and then you can go one step further and refine your energy to become a god...enter the realm of refining the god.'
'The human body is polluted by the external environment all the time, and the Nascent Soul once again uses the purest parts of our body to reconstruct a new body... In this way, when the Nascent Soul gradually replaces the external body, the new body is replaced by the new body.
If you keep it old, it will definitely extend your life...'
Zhang Rongfang breathed out.
Feel the fragility of the Nascent Soul in the Dantian in the early stage of Nascent Soul.
He knew that after giving birth to a baby, he needed to avoid all kinds of external interference and pain.
Otherwise, if you are not careful, the newly formed Nascent Soul will fall apart again and return to the Golden Elixir.
This period is also the so-called Taoist day of transcending tribulation.
Of course, others need to overcome the tribulation, but he can directly overcome it.
Immediately, Zhang Rongfang once again connected the dots behind the Guanxu Gong.
Swish.
The remaining three free attribute points disappear in the blink of an eye.
The Guanxu Gong, which had just entered the early stage of Yuanying, changed again and was promoted to the middle stage of Yuanying.
Nascent Soul's weakness quickly disappeared.
"There seems to be no change?" Zhang Rongfang felt the memory of hard training pouring into his mind again.
The middle stage of Nascent Soul seems to be the same as the early stage, except that the volume of Nascent Soul at Dantian is a little larger, that's all.
'Let's look at martial arts...'
He stood up, stretched his body, and began to practice the last talisman.
As of now, he only lacks the last soul-collecting talisman and has not been able to break through the entry limit.
Before, his body had reached its limit and he couldn't even practice the spirit harvesting talisman. When he stimulated his blood, his internal organs would naturally tingle.
But this time....
Zhang Rongfang practiced the Spirit Picking Talisman over and over again, his eyes getting brighter and brighter.
'wrong...!!'
He keenly discovered that his body seemed to have undergone some major changes.
The spirit-collecting talisman actually... didn't cause any discomfort.
Immediately, Zhang Rongfang stopped where he was and thought for a moment.
With a twist of the moves on his hand, his figure flashed, he began to practice the Jinpeng Secret Record that he had never started.
Start from the first level of Jinpeng Secret Record.
Sure enough, he still didn't feel any stinging pain.
The body froze.
Zhang Rongfang put on his outer robe and had a guess in his mind.
"In the Nascent Soul stage, there seems to be some kind of special breakthrough..."
He had a vague feeling that breaking through the Nascent Soul stage at this age seemed to open up a certain limit in his body.
As for what the restrictions are, we may have to wait until he breaks through all the martial arts and talismans of the Taoist Sect to find out.
After coming back to his senses, Zhang Rongfang continued to look at the health value in his attribute column.
‘Zhang Rongfang—Life:47-47.’
"I'm still back to a level where I can increase my life by two points. I'm almost fifty..."
It's a pity that nowadays the attribute column can basically only show the health of ordinary people and one's own.
When facing an expert, it is impossible to collect all the information about the opponent in a short period of contact.
Even with the original goddess, after being together for more than a month, she could only detect a basic lower limit, and the upper limit could not be seen at all.
The only thing Zhang Rongfang can be sure of is that even if she is a goddess, she is not much different from ordinary people.
The body will be scratched by a knife, red blood will flow out when injured, and there will still be daily needs to eat, drink, and defecate.
Apart from this, other information cannot be collected.
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Zhang Qingzhi returned to his room with a frown on his face.
After closing the door, he took out a thick stack of banknotes from the bedside drawer by candlelight.
This is the banknote Zhang Rongfang gave him before. A total of five thousand taels.
He planned to wait and find an opportunity to return it to Senior Brother Zhang Ying.
Even at his old age, he had no idea how many years of hard work he had to save so much money.
Boom, boom, boom.
Suddenly there was a gentle knock on the door.
Zhang Qingzhi hurriedly put the money back in the drawer, stood up, straightened his clothes, walked forward and opened the door.
The night outside the door was hazy, and under the moon stood a petite woman wearing half-arm green gauze and a pure white embroidered dress underneath.
The woman was no more than sixteen or seventeen years old, with big and bright almond eyes, and her long hair was divided into two small knots at the back with a hairpin, like two peaches, one big and one small.
Half of the remaining long hair hangs back and half falls on the chest.
Under the moonlight, the girl looked up at Zhang Qingzhi, her pretty and elf-like face showing a nervous and clever expression.
"Xiao Zhi, hurry up, let me in, don't be seen!"
She looked around and kept her voice low.
"Xiaohe? It's so late for you..." Before Zhang Qingzhi could finish his words, the girl pushed him forward and squeezed him through the door.
"Oh, who of us is following who?" The girl closed the door skillfully with her backhand, and by the candlelight, she grabbed Zhang Qingzhi's hand.
"Come on, come on, tell me about the strange things you encountered today!"
Zhang Qingzhi's face suddenly turned red.
Not ordinary red, he opened his mouth to speak, but suddenly it turned into a stutter.
"I...I...didn't..."
"Is it nothing? Why are you so excited?"
The girl rolled her eyes, let go of his hand, and spun her dress around in front of Zhang Qingzhi.
The fragrance spread out from the hem of the skirt, making the latter feel slightly dizzy and have a dry mouth.
"How's it going? Does it look good? Song Xuezhen laughed at me before because I couldn't afford Haishayi. Do you think I bought it now?"
"Good... good-looking." Zhang Qingzhi stammered.
"Let me tell you, this dress costs a lot of money...Brother Xiaozhi..." The girl came closer again, "I ran out of the money you borrowed from me last time. This time I even bought some for martial arts training."
I don’t even have enough money for the Introverted Qingxin Pill..."
"I...I..." Zhang Qingzhi's mind was in a state of confusion. "I...yes!"
He quickly patted his chest.
"Oh, Brother Xiaozhi is still the nicest to me, not as stingy as Jiang Cheng and the others! We are still good brothers who grew up together!" The girl immediately beamed.
"Don't... look for Jiang Cheng!" Zhang Qingzhi suddenly became anxious when he heard that name.
"How much do you want...to borrow? I...have it!"
He stammered and said quickly. He turned around and quickly took out his money bag from the bedside table.
However, the five thousand taels of silver notes under the money bag were also revealed.
The girl had sharp eyes and saw it immediately.
He immediately came closer.
"Oh, brother Xiaozhi, you have so many banknotes again? Just lend me these! I'll pay you back later!"
She stretched out her little hand and quickly picked up the stack of banknotes, then stood on tiptoes and kissed Zhang Qingzhi.
Before the latter had time to recover, he felt a soft touch on his cheek.
Zhang Qingzhi's whole head was shaken and he was stunned.
He stood there blankly, thinking about the feeling just now.
I don't know how long it took, until the cold wind blew outside the door and fell on him, making him slowly wake up.
Looking at the empty drawer, Zhang Qingzhi was stunned for a long time before he smiled bitterly, walked forward and put his wallet back in the drawer.
After closing the door and blowing out the candlelight, he was still recalling the scene over and over in his mind.
It's just that Senior Brother Zhang Ying's money is gone. He originally planned to return it to him, but now...
I can only find a way to compensate myself...
Zhang Qingzhi let out a long sigh, with some helplessness in his eyes, but it was more out of habit.