The life of a practitioner is free and free, and there are many such legends in the world.

This is right or not. For both types of people, practicing and living a life of freedom is naturally free and easy.

One is that one has sufficient resources. In addition to practicing, one can visit friends and discuss Taoism, taste tea and wine, talk about practice experiences, discuss sword immortals of the world, appreciate the rising sun in the morning and send the sunset in the evening, and the freedom of one cannot be free and free.

Another type is that you have no resources at all and have given up hope. Anyway, you can't earn enough cultivation resources no matter what, so you have to just live by yourself, sleeping in your room all day long, or wandering around the mountains and fields, hoping that you will accidentally find a cave of a predecessor, or be valued by the Taoist elders, and take it as a bowl, and then continue to be free and easy from now on.

Apart from these two kinds of people, Taoist life is tense and busy.

In the early stage of practice, you can make a big progress. If you have resources, you can make a stagnant progress. If you have no resources, you will stagnate.

Fat Taoist is such a person. According to his current conditions, others have long given up, but he is still running all day long, working hard for the resources of two spirit stones every three months. Although these two spirit stones cannot bring much help to him, he is happy to survive his hopeless practice life with an attitude full of hope...

The above is Fang Xing’s overall understanding and evaluation of Fat Taoist.

That's fine. Fang Xing would not kill the dream bubble that Fat Taoist had on the road of cultivation, because he just hoped that this bubble would be alive. If he didn't even have hope, he would know what the fat Taoist would be decadent.

But the fat Taoist is still a very enthusiastic guy. After consciously being friends with Fang Xing, in addition to paying 100 taels of meals for Fang Xing every month to go to the Supervisor for Fang Xing, he also has an obligation to remind Fang Xing to be young and not to become so lazy. There is no cultivation resources to earn when sleeping in the room every day. It is better to go to the Supervisor for the Supervisor for the Supervisor for obedient work...

It's quite oily and watery!

"In addition to the scattered silver every month, there are other oils and waters to make. Otherwise, where do you think the hundred taels of silver I paid for you every month come from? Of course, more importantly, this spirit stone every three months is equivalent to twice the resources than other level-level qualification disciples. Junior Brother Fang, are you really not tempted? Oh, don't cover your ears..."

When the fat Taoist was drinking, he did not forget to talk in Fang Xing's ear, looking bitter and thought.

In his opinion, Fang Xing has now become a second-rate man in the Taoist sect. He ate and slept every day, and had no spirit stones left. He was not in a hurry at all. Other second-rate man often ran out to join in the fun, check out the scenery in the Taoist sect and think about whether he could try his luck. But this kid was so good that he even saved the scenery outside and stayed in the wooden house all day long without seeing anyone.

"Besides, get out of here..."

Fang Xing covered his ears and shouted, wishing he could kick the fat Taoist away.

Is a person with more than thirty spirit stones still necessary to go to your miscellaneous supervisor to run errands?

Saving time every day to practice is not enough!

Of course, these words cannot be told to Fat Taoist, at least not for now.

"Okay, okay, I won't say it..."

The fat Taoist waved his hand, and after a while, he couldn't help but say, "What should you do with your resource for cultivation?"

Fang Xing rolled his eyes: "Isn't it almost time to distribute the spirit stones?"

The fat Taoist said: "It's not enough for just three months to have such a spirit stone, and it may not be enough for you to get it..."

Fang Xing glanced at him disdainfully, thinking that you are not enough for three months!

Seeing that the fat Taoist was still trying to say something again, Fang Xing hurriedly waved his hand: "Okay, stop persuading me. I'm too lazy to go to your miscellaneous prison. I don't know who there are. Last time you invited them to drink, they all have not had a high level of cultivation, and they are still 20,000 or 80,000. If you hadn't winked at me, I would have smashed him with a jar of wine and still working. Could I also go to flatter those bastards? Save it, the only reason I may go to your miscellaneous prison is to smash the broken place!"

The fat Taoist was speechless. Thinking about it, this was the little bastard, and he had a big temper. However, he still couldn't bear to see such a good boy depressed. After a while, he muttered: "There is always a profit to make a spiritual stone..."

Fang Xing laughed and said, "Soon and evening, let you see how I earned the spirit stone!"

The matter came soon. Not long after, when the Taoist sect distributed spirit stones, it was a big event. I don’t know how many Taoist disciples were waiting for the release of spirit stones every three months. Moreover, the distribution situation this time is quite large. After all, this month is a big distribution, that is, outer disciples, regardless of qualifications such as A, B, C, and D, there are spiritual stones to be collected.

Disciples with Level D qualifications receive one spirit stone every three months, one every two months, one every month, and two every month for Level B qualifications. For four types of disciples, although they usually receive spirit stones on the fifteenth day of the month, due to different frequency, it is difficult to encounter the grand occasion of four types of disciples receiving spirit stones at the same time.

"Junior Brother Fang, Junior Brother Fang, have you gotten up?"

Early in the morning, the fat Taoist came over early and prepared to go with Fang Xing to collect the Taoist spirit stones distributed.

"You're called Soul early in the morning?"

Fang Xing spent almost the whole night practicing last night, and only went to bed when he was ugly. As if he was just bright today, his sleepiness had not subsided, and he immediately started to curse in anger.

"Oh, my junior brother Fang, don't be so sleepy. Go and come back early, so as not to have many accidents!"

The fat Taoist slammed Fang Xing and shouted, put his Taoist robe on his head, pulled him out in a daze.

The place where the spirit stones were distributed was Qingmu Pavilion ten miles away. Although it was still early, you could already see many early outer disciples walking there. On the mountain road in the early morning, there were many figures, mostly in a hurry.

When we arrived in front of Qingmu Pavilion, there was already a long queue here.

There are four teams in this team. The one on the far left is almost unattended. It is a team with A-class qualifications to receive spirit stones. Among the more than a thousand people in the Taoist sect, there are only a dozen of A-class qualifications disciples. At this time, basically none of them have come. In the pavilion, an old man in gray-haired and feathered clothes was talking to a A-class qualification who had come over early.

On the second line on the left, there are only a dozen disciples with qualifications in Class B, and each one is full of energy.

In the entire Taoist sect, there are naturally many more disciples with qualifications of Class B than Class A, with more than a hundred people. Although they are slightly inferior to Class A disciples, they are no different from those with qualifications of Class C and even D.

Further to the right are resources such as C. There are more than 300 disciples of this resource in the outer sect. At this time, there were already a team of dozens of people, and people were joining in. Their surface pride was not as obvious as that of disciples of Class B, but when they looked at the queue of disciples with qualifications such as D, the contempt in their eyes could not be erased.

There is no way, Ding and others have the worst qualifications and the largest number of people in the Taoist sect, with more than 600 people. Although it was too early, there were more than 100 people in the team, like a long dragon. Most people's expressions were slightly excited, and they looked at the front of the team with their toes, hoping that it would be their turn to take the next one to the treasure stone.

However, when those people with Level C qualifications looked at each other, they did not dare to look at each other at all, and they had obvious inferiority complex.

This is the overall situation. Class A disciples look down on everyone, Class B look down on others, C look down on others, D look down on others, and D look down on others, and D look down on others. Of course, some people are exceptional, even rich people in their families. Such people use their own money to buy spirit stones, and their resources are richer than Class A disciples, and they are all above the top.

However, these disciples naturally wouldn't get up so early to queue up to get two pieces of spirit stones, and they don't like this.

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"What are you looking at? I'll dig out my eyes for you?"

Here at the disciples of Level D, Fang Xing was queuing lazily and feeling bored, but he happened to see someone in the team with qualifications such as C, sneering at him and immediately started to curse him in anger.

The disciple of C and other qualifications was weak. Although he was wearing a Taoist robe, he looked like a scholar. He was originally a small figure in Fang Xing, mixed with a group of tall men, especially a fat and tall man standing in front of him, which made him look even smaller. At this time, he was even more yawning, very funny, and he couldn't help but look at him and laugh.

But unexpectedly, this little ghost had such a tough temper. When he saw him, he spoke ill directly.

Although this disciple with C qualifications is weak, he also looks down on a disciple with a Level D qualification. If someone scolds him, it would be fine. He was scolded by such a child with a Level D qualification. He was displeased in his heart. He snorted coldly, turned his head away, muttered in a low voice: "Hmph, a disciple with a Level D qualification is so arrogant, he really doesn't know how to treat him!"

Fang Xing was most annoyed by this sarcastic provocation, and suddenly became furious and shouted: "Damn sissy, what are you talking about?"

His voice was loud, which immediately attracted everyone in the queue to look at him.

The weak disciple's face suddenly turned red and he said angrily: "Who are you calling me?"

Fang Xing said: "I will just scold you for being a sissy, a deadly slut, and a deadly eunuch!"

The weak disciple was anxious: "You are also a Taoist disciple, why do you speak so vulgarly?"

Fang Xing said: "You are vulgar, you are so sissy!"

The weak disciple stomped his feet in anger and pointed his finger at Fang Xing: "You are rude!"

Fang Xing said: "You are rude, you are so sissy!"

When it comes to cursing people, Fang Xing's ability is a matchmaker who can stand up to two rural matchmakers. In the Guiyan Valley, he climbed onto a tree alone, scolding the four brothers in the valley so hard that they could not speak. He wanted to use a saw to saw the tree and pull him down. Now he is really easy to deal with a stupid and weak disciple, just like drinking water and eating.
Chapter completed!