Zhang Rongfang quickly stood up from the dojo and walked towards Xiao Rong who was about to leave.

Xiao Rong is the Taoist who is responsible for the homework of all the miscellaneous disciples. His status is higher than that of ordinary practicing disciples, and is equivalent to the deacon in the Qinghe Palace. He is only under the Palace Lord, the Supervisor, and the Palace Master.

At the same time, he is also Xiao Qingying’s biological father.

Xiao Rong had a beard and always carried a wine gourd with him, but there was usually very little alcohol in it.

It is rumored that he is a real drunkard, but he is rarely seen drinking.

At this time, Xiao Rong saw a handyman disciple standing up and rushing towards him on the field. The pace was fast, so he paused and waited.

"Is something wrong?"

Zhang Rongfang clasped his fists and saluted. After he stood up and bowed, he said: "Disciple Zhang Rongfang, I have met Master Mingguang."

"Go on, the drums are about to start playing again." Xiao Rong had a gentle temper and didn't have any bad opinions towards the handyman disciples.

His Taoist name is also called Mingguang, and he has an officially certified mage title, so his honorific title is generally called Master Mingguang.

"That's it. When the disciple went to the back mountain to dry his clothes during the day..." Zhang Rongfang didn't hide anything and truthfully told everything he heard.

As for how to judge, he believed Xiao Rong had his own judgment.

As he narrated bit by bit, Xiao Rong's expression was somewhat casual at first, but gradually became serious.

After Zhang Rongfang finished speaking, he thought for a moment, glanced at the servant disciples who had already dispersed around him, and waved his hand.

"Are you sure you heard correctly?"

"OK!" Zhang Rongfang nodded solemnly.

"If you hear the sounds in the morning again, can you distinguish them?" Xiao Rong asked.

"It should be possible! I'm not sure." Zhang Rongfang nodded.

Xiao Rong looked thoughtful. Then he carefully looked at the reporting disciple in front of him.

"This matter is very important. Think about it carefully. If you slander other disciples, you will be punished with fifty sticks. With your body and bones, you will have no chance of survival after the beating." He spoke again.

"Disciple doesn't dare to lie." Zhang Rongfang said solemnly, "Actually, Senior Sister Xiao Qingying helped the disciple once before in the alleyway beside Xuanxin Palace. The disciple has always kept it in mind. Originally, if this kind of thing, if

If it were anyone else, the disciple should not and would not dare to rush out to report the news, but when he heard that Senior Sister Xiao was involved, the disciple would not dare to be at all concerned."

Zhang Rongfang looks sincere and calm. No matter in his previous life or now, he has the same character. He has a clear sense of grudges and grudges. All kindness must be repaid.

So these words came from the bottom of my heart and were said to the point.

Hearing this, Xiao Rong's eyes moved slightly. The composition of the handyman disciples was not that good, but it was extremely rare to have someone as clear in speech, clear in thinking, and kind and righteous as the person in front of him.

Among the servant disciples, most were abandoned sons from nearby towns who were sent by various families to occupy Taoist status.

Many of them were trained in how to serve others before they came here. As for being able to read and write, speak clearly, and think clearly, there are not many of them.

These days, not everyone is qualified to read and write. Even if rich peasants and wealthy households have the spare money, they still have to have the time and energy.
Chapter completed!