Early the next morning.

Zhang Rongfang packed up and saluted, packed the medicinal materials he bought before with a large sack, and dragged it to the floor of the room.

After changing his clothes, he opened the door and walked out.

Outside the door, Dong Dafang was drying clothes on the clothesline in the corridor. When he saw him, he opened his mouth to say something, but he held back and didn't say much.

Dragging his salute along the corridor, Zhang Rongfang happened to bump into the small team that was on duty today.

Xu Mingyu and Li Fuhua were both in the team, and they were patrolling with a tall and thin Taoist.

Seeing him come out, Li Fuhua was slightly stunned.

"Senior Brother Zhang, what are you...?"

"Because of something, I was kicked out by my master. Now I am no longer a practicing disciple." Zhang Rongfang had nothing to hide, so he said it directly.

"This..." Li Fuhua wanted to say something else, but Xu Mingyu on the side gently squeezed her arm and shook her head at her.

"Let's go. We'll see you again later." Zhang Rongfang said no more. Carrying a large bag of things, he left the area under the watchful eyes of the two people.

He did not go back to where the handyman disciples lived, but walked directly towards the mountain gate.

Qinghe Palace is not a place of confinement. If you want to go up and down the mountain, no one will stop you.

But if you go down the mountain without permission, your Taoist status will be revoked. But now, if Taoists go back home, without their Taoist status, the men at home will be arrested for military service.

So if you go down the mountain and go home, you may not be able to live a good life.

If you don't go home, Daling has strict regulations on all walks of life. Most industries must inherit their father's business from generation to generation, and are not allowed to change easily.

If you are a craftsman, you must be a craftsman from generation to generation. If you are making clothes, you must be making clothes from generation to generation.

These industries are not allowed to enter at will, and you need to apply to the government.

Therefore, ordinary people have very few choices.

There is a high probability that you will only be able to work illegally.

But no matter what, Zhang Rongfang made up his mind, carried the gift bag of medicinal materials, and walked all the way through the disciples' accommodation area and past the two side halls.

In the Lingguan Hall and the Wealth Hall, there are still the sounds of chanting and pilgrims, which inexplicably reveal the peacefulness and inaction of the Taoist sect.

Zhang Rongfang didn't look much and continued to move forward along the road on the side of the side hall.

Then there is the main hall of Xuanxin Hall.

In front of the main hall with red walls and yellow tiles is a wide field.

There is a huge incense burner on the site, and a large number of thick incense sticks are curling up and making smoke.

An old man in brocade clothes was standing beside the incense burner as tall as one person with the palace master, chatting quietly.

Zhang Rongfang continued forward and passed through the arch, which is the Yingsong Hall. The nobles registered here and were then separated.

By this time, many early morning pilgrims had already arrived.

Zhang Rongfang followed the pilgrims all the way down and soon arrived at Shengxian Bridge.

Further ahead of Shengxian Bridge is the mountain gate.

"Junior Brother Rongfang?" Suddenly a man's voice came from the side.

Zhang Rongfang followed the sound and saw Zhang Xintai looking towards him with a surprised look on his face.

Zhang Xintai seemed to be leading a group of pilgrims. When he saw Zhang Rongfang carrying his luggage down the mountain, he felt something was wrong, so he stopped him.

He turned around and whispered a few words to the pilgrim, who nodded in understanding and went up the mountain.

After handling it, Zhang Xintai came over here.

"Junior brother Rongfang, what are you doing?"

Zhang Rongfang sighed: "Brother, haven't you seen it already? Get ready to go down the mountain."

"Going down the mountain? What happened? Is there anything you need to do?" Zhang Xintai thought he was going down the mountain on some mission.

"This matter... I'm afraid senior brother won't believe it even if I tell you."

"That's what you say, I will make my own judgment." Zhang Xintai said seriously.

At the moment, Zhang Rongfang also told the other party in detail what he had experienced during this period.

Except for the fact that he didn't mention his own martial arts, there was nothing else to hide.

Zhang Xintai frowned a little at the beginning, and as he listened, his frown became deeper and deeper.

After hearing what happened last night, especially when Xiao Rong expelled him from the school.

He waved his hand downwards violently, bringing out a burst of air.

"That's unreasonable! You stepped forward to help me over and over again, but in the end you were suspicious of one thing and another! This old man Xiao Rong really doesn't know a good person's heart!"

"Now that the matter has come to this, I'm too lazy to say anything more, so I'll just leave." Zhang Rongfang sighed.

Even though going down the mountain may be painful, it won't kill you.

With the blessing of attribute points, as long as he has good luck, he can be a bandit freely.

It's just that... my predecessor's sister has just found me. Once I leave, I'm afraid it will be difficult to see her again in the future.

"No! You can't leave!" Suddenly Zhang Xintai grabbed his arm.

"If you leave, won't it make that old man Xiao Rong think that there is something wrong with you!?"

What he said also made Zhang Rongfang stunned.

Of course he knew this, but Zhang Xintai's attitude surprised him.

"But I will only stay here as a handyman, and others will get the Taoist registration for the family. But now I have no one in my family, and my only sister is missing. What's the use of having this Taoist registration?"

Zhang Rongfang shook his head.

"If you just go down the mountain, it will be too difficult for you to go up the mountain in the future." Zhang Xintai said sincerely, "If you go down the mountain now, you will definitely be marked as expelled in the Taoist book, and you will leave a bad mark. In the future, Jixianyuan will have a record,

No matter where you go, the Taoist sect will not accept you."

"But..." Zhang Rongfang wanted to say something else.

"You come with me! Old man Xiao Rong is blind. The more he is like this, the more you have to stay and let him see the truth clearly!"

Zhang Xintai grabbed Zhang Rongfang's hand and walked all the way back.

The two of them did not go all the way along the main road, but entered from an alleyway on the right.

Speeding up all the way, we soon arrived at a loft near Shangde Garden.

The attic has red walls and black tiles, is three stories high, is square in shape, and has a word hanging in front of the door.

"The sound of the book outside the mountains is broken, and the winter comes back to the spring."

'I feel even more timid when I'm close to my hometown, and I don't dare to ask anyone who's coming.'

"This is a poem my master wrote when he first came to Qinghe Palace. It was left over from the previous dynasty and was not created by my master." Zhang Xintai introduced briefly.

"....Good calligraphy." Although Zhang Rongfang doesn't understand it very well, the calligraphy is flowing, neat and well-proportioned, and stands upright and powerful. Even a layman can see the beauty.

"Master likes these styles of poetry. On the contrary, he is not very interested in the popular songs and dramas." Zhang Xintai said.

"You wait here for a while, I'll go and make an announcement."

"Senior brother, please excuse me."

Zhang Xintai nodded, quickly opened the door and walked into the attic as if he were entering his own home.

Not long after, he came out again, grabbed Zhang Rong and walked inside.

"My master and old man Xiao Rong have been enemies for many years. You can say more bad things about Xiao Rong later. It will be kept in good condition."

He reminded quietly.

"This..." Zhang Rongfang didn't know what to do, so he was pulled into the door.

The furnishings inside the door are completely different from those in Xiao Rong's attic, with completely different styles.

Xiao Rong values ​​freedom in his daily life. Everything is placed where he likes and where it is most convenient.

So his residence is quite messy.

But the attic in front of me is different.

Desks, chairs and stools, knives, sticks and swords, lamp holders and kettles are all neatly arranged.

As soon as he entered the door, Zhang Rongbang felt a little restrained.

In the lobby on the first floor of the attic, an old man with a white hair was sitting cross-legged on a futon on the floor.

The old Taoist narrowed his eyes slightly, stared at Zhang Xintai, and said coldly.

"What do you want to do by bringing the disciples that Xiao Rong kicked out to me?"

"Do you think I, Zhang Xuan, am worthy of collecting rags? I am a bit worse than him, Xiao Rong?"

When Zhang Rongfang heard the mention of tatters, he frowned, feeling unhappy and about to speak.
To be continued...