Early the next morning.

Zhang Rongfang packed up the gifts and bumped into the medicinal materials he had bought before with a sack, dragging them 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 by the corridor. When he saw him, he opened his mouth and wanted to say something, but he still held it back and didn't say much.

Dragging the salute along the corridor, Zhang Rongfang happened to meet the small team that was taking turns today.

Xu Mingyu and Li Fuhua were both there 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, are you...?"

"I was driven away by the master because of something. I am no longer a disciple of cultivation now." Zhang Rongfang had nothing to hide, so he said it.

"This..." Li Fuhua wanted to say something, but Xu Mingyu, who was beside her, gently pinched her arm and shook her head at her.

"I'm leaving. See you again if you're destined to be together in the future." Zhang Rongfang didn't say anything more. He left the area under the gaze of the two of them.

He did not return to the place where the servant disciples lived, but walked directly towards the mountain gate.

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

But if you go down the mountain without permission, the Taoist priest will be cancelled from the mountain. Now at the foot of the mountain, if the Taoist priests go home and lose their Taoist priests, they will be arrested at home to serve in the military.

So you may not be able to live well when you go down the mountain and go home.

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

For example, craftsmen must be craftsmen for generations. Clothing must be made for generations.

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

Therefore, there are very few options for ordinary people.

There is a high probability that I can only work as an illegal worker.

But no matter what, Zhang Rongfang made a decision in his heart, carrying a gift pack for medicinal materials, walked through the disciple's accommodation area and crossed two side halls.

The sound of chanting scriptures in the Lingguan Hall and the God of Wealth Hall is still there, and the pilgrims are continuous, inexplicably exuding the peace 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 Palace.

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

There was a huge incense burner on the ground, and a large amount of thick incense was rippling with smoke.

An old man in brocade clothes was standing by the incense burner that was more than one person tall and chatting quietly.

Zhang Rongfang continued to move forward, and through the arch, it was Yingsong Hall, where the nobles registered and were then diverted to the traffic.

At this time, many pilgrims had arrived.

Zhang Rongfang walked down the pilgrimage and soon arrived at Shengxian Bridge again.

Further ahead of Shengxian Bridge is the mountain gate.

"Junior Brother Rong Fang?" Suddenly, a man's cry came from the side.

Zhang Rong and Fang Xunsheng looked at Zhang Xintai and looked at him.

Zhang Xintai seemed to be leading a pilgrimage. When he saw Zhang Rongfang carrying his luggage down the mountain, he felt that his expression was wrong, so he stopped.

He turned his head and whispered a few words to the pilgrimage, who nodded in understanding and went up the mountain by himself.

After the process was done, Zhang Xintai came here.

"Junior Brother Rong Fang, are you?"

Zhang Rongfang sighed: "Didn't your senior brother see it? You're ready to go down the mountain."

"Going down the mountain? What happened? Is there anything to do?" Zhang Xintai thought it was going down the mountain to do some task.

"I'm afraid my senior brother doesn't believe this matter if I say it."

"You said it, I have my own judgment." Zhang Xintai said seriously.

At this moment, Zhang Rongfang also carefully explained his experience during this period.

Except for his own martial arts, he did not hide anything else.

At first, Zhang Xintai frowned a little, and as he listened, his brows became deeper and deeper.

After hearing what happened last night, especially when Xiao Rong drove him out of the sect.

He waved his hand down suddenly, bringing out a stream of broken air.

"It's outrageous! You stood up to help each other again and again, but you also doubted this and that! This old man Xiao Rong really doesn't know the good people's hearts!"

"It's over, and I'm too lazy to say more, just leave." Zhang Rongfang sighed.

Even if it may be very hard to go down the mountain, it will never be forced to death.

With the blessing of attribute points, as long as he is lucky, he can be free and free as a bandit.

But... the sister of the predecessor found herself. Once she left, it would be difficult to meet again in the future.

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

"You are leaving, wouldn't that old man Xiao Rong think you have a problem even more??"

His words also made Zhang Rongfang stunned.

He naturally knew this, but Zhang Xintai's attitude unexpectedly surprised him.

"But I stayed only as a servant. Others were occupying the Taoist rank for my family, but now there is no one in my family, and my only sister is gone. What's the use of asking for this Taoist rank?"

Zhang Rongfang shook his head.

"If you go down the mountain just now, 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 expelled from the Taoist priest and leave a bad record. In the future, Jixian Academy will have records, and no matter where you go, the Taoist sect will not accept it."

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

"Follow me! Old man Xiao Rong has no eyes. The more he does this, the more you want to stay and let him see the facts!"

Zhang Xintai grabbed Zhang Rong's hand and went back all the way.

Instead of following the main road, the two of them entered through an alley on the right.

He accelerated all the way and soon arrived at a loft near Shangde Garden.

The attic has red walls and black tiles, three floors high, and the whole is square, with a pair of characters hanging in front of the gate.

‘The musical books outside the mountain are broken, and the winter is back to the spring.’

‘I feel even more timid when I am close to home, so I dare not ask the person I come.’

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

"...good characters." Although Zhang Rongfang didn't understand much, the characters were flowing, neat and symmetrical, and stood upright and powerful. Even laymen could see the beauty.

"My master likes these styles of poetry, but he is not very interested in the popular songs and zajus." Zhang Xintai said.

"You'll wait here for a while, I'll go and report it."

"Senior brother, please give me a gift."

Zhang Xintai nodded, quickly pushed the door open and walked into the attic like he entered his own home.

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

"My master and old man Xiao Rong have been old rivals for many years. You can talk more bad things about Xiao Rong later, and keep them effective."

He whispered to remind him.

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

The interior decoration of the door is completely different from that of Xiao Rong's attic, and the style is very different.

Xiao Rong is the most free and free in daily life. Everything is placed in his favorite position, the most convenient position.

Therefore, his residence was quite scattered.

The attic in front of me is different.

The desks, chairs, stools, knives, sticks, swords, lamps, kettles, all of which are neatly arranged.

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

In the loft floor loft, there was a veteran futon sitting cross-legged on the ground.

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

"You kid bring Xiao Rong's disciples who drove him out to me, what do you want to do?"

"Do you think I, Zhang Xuan, deserve to collect rags? Is it worse than Xiao Rong?"

When Zhang Rongfang heard the rag talk, he frowned and was about to speak unhappy.

But Zhang Xintai smiled and spoke.
To be continued...