MTL - My Attributes Cultivation Life-Chapter 18 18 (Thanks for the cramping night leader)

   Chapter 18 18 (Thanks to the cramping night leader)

  I don’t know how long it 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 sweating all over, gasping for breath.

   The clothes and hair were completely soaked, as if they had just climbed out of the water.

   Physical and mental strength was almost exhausted due to the intense pain.

   But Zhang Rongfang still insisted on being sleepy and looked at his attribute column again.

   Sure enough, the attributes changed again.

  ‘Zhang Rongfang—Life 12-13.

  Skills: Amulet of Rejuvenation and Purification - Yue-type Talisman (completeness), Guanxu Gong (the first layer of essence).

  Available properties: 0. ’

   "Life has risen 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 he grabbed with his hand.

   "Huh?? My strength has grown?"

   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 pinched, and some wood thorns emerged.

   "So, after the Yue-type talisman is perfected, can it still increase its strength?"

   Zhang Rongfang has never heard of this statement.

   However, he still knows the saying that his vigor has greatly increased after entering the rank, and after entering the rank, the skin on his body is thickened and his defense is enhanced.

  ‘Now it seems that I should have entered the level of forging tendons? According to what Senior Sister Zhao taught, forging tendons is the first step to increase stamina. ’

   got up and moved around in the room.

   Zhang Rongfang began to try to adapt to his current strength.

   Don't need anything else, just hit the thirty-two Yue-shaped talismans, over and over again.

  Time passed slowly, and the benefits of vitality enhancement gradually revealed.

   just slowly hit the Yue-shaped talisman, Zhang Rong could easily feel that his strength was slowly recovering.

After    three sets of punches, he took out a wooden box from under the bed, opened it, and contained a few black pills that looked like sesame paste and kneaded into a ball.

   This is a blood nourishing pill, and it is also a special benefit for martial arts disciples.

  Two a month. Zhao Dalong gave Zhang Rongfang the previous share in one breath.

   Picked up a blood nourishing pill and threw it into his mouth, a sour leather smell filled his mouth.

   Zhang Rongfang endured nausea and swallowed hard.

   Then he changed his clothes and scrubbed a little. Seeing that the time was still a little bit, he was ready to rest a little.

   dong dong dong.

   "Brother Zhang, the letter room has your package."

   "My package?" Zhang Rongfang was stunned, since he received the body of his predecessor, he has not done anything else? I don't have the ability to continue to contribute to the hook column.

  Who will send him a letter?

With doubts in his heart, he got up, drank some cold water, opened the door and walked towards the letter room.

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  In 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 writing room, he would not bother with ordinary letter parcels.

   But no one knew that he was actually a person who was arranged by the current deacon at the patrol office a long time ago.

  The deacon of the patrol license is very powerful, and is now competing with the prison for the next palace lord, so now is the time to stand in line.

   Looking at the package in front of him, the sender is unknown and unmarked, and the recipient is Xiao Rong's apprentice, a trail named Zhang Rongfang.

  Zheng Zhonglin rubbed his hands, took the package, avoided the few handy Taoists around who were picking letters, walked into the writing room alone, and lowered the curtain.

  Zheng Zhonglin quickly put the package on the small stool, flipped back and forth with both hands skillfully, and quickly untied the whole package completely.

   If it was someone else's package, he wouldn't dare to mess around. Who knows what secrets will be seen inside. This kind of big taboo, he dare not move.

   This is Xiao Rong's apprentice, but it is strictly stipulated above. He opened the package and checked one or two, and it didn't matter.

   Inside the package is a wooden box.

   Zheng Zhonglin did not stop, picked up the tool and continued to the next round.

The    box was quickly opened, and the contents were finally revealed inside.

   "His!?"

   Zheng Zhonglin took a deep breath when he saw the thing for the first time.

money!

A lot of money!

   In that black box, there was a stack of banknotes with a face value of one or two!

The thick stack of    is obviously for those who use it, considering that the denomination is too large and it is easy to reveal wealth, so it is deliberately exchanged for small-value treasure notes.

   Zheng Zhonglin has seen a lot of treasure banknotes on weekdays, but the stack in front of him, roughly counted, there are at least 70 taels!

  70 What is the concept of two! ?

   In Huaxin County, 70 taels can buy a good looking horse!

   In this place where a pig is only ten to fifteen taels, 70 taels can buy six pigs!

   Zheng Zhonglin swallowed his saliva and looked left and right. He quickly flipped through the package and found a letter.

   He looked at the stack of treasured banknotes and thought that the recipient of the box was 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 to take out all the treasures in the package, put the box back, and put the letter away. Tie the package intact.

  ‘Anyway, I took the money, and no one knew it was me. I passed through so many people along the way, so why must it be me? ’

   'Even if that kid knew it was me, and he didn't have the support of the inspection room, he would fight me! ? ’

   Zheng Zhonglin is not the first time to steal parcels and belongings, he has long been accustomed to it.

   It's just that the amount this time is a bit large. It makes him a little worried.

   In the past, the people who stole things because of him were all people with no background, and most of these Taoists also put up with it.

   But this time, the money is a bit more.

   If this Zhang Rongfang hadn't offended the Chen family, the Chen family would have named him. He wouldn't be so bold all of a sudden.

   After a while, a little Taoist opened the curtain and came in.

   "The owner, Master Xiao Rong's disciple Zhang Rongfang, has come to pick up the package."

   Zheng Zhonglin had already collected the treasures at this time, and casually pointed to the boxes in a pile of parcels on the side.

   "Here, take it out."

   "Yes." The handyman disciple stepped forward and carefully carried the wrapped box out.

   The sky is cold.

   At noon, Zhang Rongfang was standing outside the writing room and felt a little chill.

   It’s more than November now, it’s already winter, and the temperature is getting colder.

   He watched a few handy Taoists carry things, and one of the young Taoists approached him holding a black cloth package.

   "Senior brother, this is your package."

   The little Taoist put things on the wooden table in front of him.

  There is a circle of wooden tables outside the letter room to facilitate the handover and placement of things.

   Zhang Rongfang looked at the package, reached out and patted it lightly.

  Written with charcoal on the outside of the package.

  ‘The Palace of Qinghe, where it is closed by Zhang Rong in the sky. ’

   The handwriting is elegant and neat, with a touch of Zhang Rongfang's faint familiarity.

  ' is the older sister's handwriting. ’

   His heart froze, knowing that it was time to come.

   picked up the package and he turned to leave.

   "No!" Suddenly Zhang Rongfang felt the package in his hand was wrong.

  The opening of the package is usually sealed with a special needle and thread.

   In the style of her predecessor, Zhang Rongyu, in the memory of her predecessor, every time the package sent by her sister, the stitches and stitches are quite neat and dense.

   But the package he just picked up had very messy stitch seals, and only a few stitches were worn casually, which was barely enough to seal the package.

  ‘The package may have been passive! ’

   For the first time, Zhang Rong easily guessed this possibility.

   He turned around and stared at the little Taoist priest who had just wrapped him up.

   "This junior brother, did anyone else touch my package just now?"

   The little Taoist was a little confused by his eyes, because the other party was a cultivator, and his grade was one level higher than him.

   He also replied respectfully.

   "Senior Brother Hui, someone sent the package directly to our letter room in the morning, and it has never been touched."

   "Are you sure you haven't moved?" Zhang Rongfang asked again.

   "Sure, Senior Brother, no one has moved except when we checked the name a few times." The little Taoist said quickly.

   Zhang Rongfang didn't ask any more questions. Just look through the letter room window.

   Right at the window, Zheng Zhonglin was counting the banknotes in his hand by the light.

   seemed to notice his gaze, Zheng Zhonglin turned his head, glanced at Zhang Rongfang, and smiled. There was a hint of pity and misery in his eyes.

   Zhang Rong was expressionless.

Although the    letter room is only a place with no force value, this is the Qinghe Palace, and there are many masters around.

  He, a barbarian Confucian householder, can only endure even if something is stolen, because no one will give him a head start.

  Especially now that Xiao Rong doesn't care about him more and more.

   With the package, Zhang Rongfang turned around and returned to his residence.

   Back in the room, he quickly opened the package, read the contents of the letter, and then opened the black box.

   It was empty and there was nothing.

   Smell.

   Zhang Rongfang closed the box with a blank face. According to the letter, he lifted the bottom of the box and carefully pulled out a thin wooden board.

  Inside the wooden board is a small rectangular dark compartment.

  Two silver notes were placed in the dark cell.

   Two treasure notes of fifty taels.

  ‘The package was dismantled, and 70 taels of the first floor were taken. I just don't know if I was taken on the road or at the Qinghe Palace. ’

   Zhang Rongfang just wanted to rush into the letter room to check himself.

   But he couldn't and didn't dare.

   Although there is no martial arts practitioner in the writing room, the supervisor Zheng Zhonglin is only a literary practitioner.

   But once he did this, he would break the rules of the Qinghe Palace.

   He can't even get it now, and there are at least a dozen martial artists in the Qinghe Palace!

   Among them, the deacon is at least rank three, not to mention the masters of rank five or above such as the prison and the palace master.

   So as long as he dares to do something, the inspection room can arrest him immediately and execute him with the stick.

   And the point is, he doesn't know if someone from the letter room took it.

   It was only because there were often rumors that things had been stolen from the writing room, that he had doubts.

   "Forget it, it's only 70 taels. Most of the money Zhang Rongyu sent is still there. Even if you report it, it is estimated that no one cares about the situation of the writing room. It is not one or two times."

   Zhang Rongfang felt aggrieved, looked at the box on the table, and said nothing.

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   Zheng Zhonglin was punched in the head and his face was covered in blood.

   He was swaying, carrying the package he was going to take home, and looking at the scene in front of him, everything was shaking.

  Puff.

   He stood unsteady and fell to the ground. The package in his hand rolled to the ground.

   "Be brave! Dare to attack me in Qinghe Palace!? You know who I am."

  !

   Another stick hit him on the forehead.

   Zheng Zhonglin looked at the masked man walking around in front of him and pointed at him.

   "Good. The hero spares his life!"

   He fell to the ground and fell to his knees.

  This is the only way from Qinghe Palace to Huaxin County under the mountain.

   He went home with him every day, and there was a fellow martial cultivator, his nephew Zhao Heigou.

   They are all people who bought houses in Huaxin County.

   This time, he was preparing to put the stolen property back in his house and leave it to his mother-in-law to take care of it.

  I didn't expect

   Just outside the Qinghe Palace, on the path down the mountain, someone dared to attack him!

  The nephew just took a stance and was knocked down a few times.

   And then there was him.

  The sky is pitiful to see that he, a Wenxiu in charge of the letter room, was actually attacked by people on the way down the mountain.

   Zhang Rongfang looked at the two who fell to the ground, picked up their packages and ran away.

  Whether the person in front of him stole his money or not, grab it first and then talk about it.

   Anyway, as long as you don't kill people, everything is fine.

   Since the last time he killed someone, no one has bothered him. Zhang Rongfang's courage also increased.

   (end of this chapter)