"What kind of clan are you?" Xiao Rong suddenly asked.

"When you come back to the master, your disciple is a barbarian." Zhang Rongfang said truthfully.

"Who is the ancestor?"

"The ancestors were Confucian households."

Xiao Rong suddenly showed regret.

"So...you go back first, everything is as usual, and then I will call you after I secretly confirm the authenticity."

"yes."

Zhang Rong's face remained unchanged, bowed and retreated.

The barbarians are of the fourth grade, and the Confucians are only a little higher than beggars in the tenth level of the Great Spirit.

When the two are combined, no wonder Xiao Rong has such a look.

Originally, Zhang Rongfang was not a person from this world, and he had no real feelings about these two identities.

But just now, Xiao Rong obviously had an intention to accept an apprentice, but after hearing about his origin, the following was gone.

This made Zhang Rongfang truly realize for the first time that the hierarchy of Daling was so strict.

Obviously, even if he is a Taoist family, the barbarians and Confucian families who come from will have an impact on his future development.

Zhang Rongfang didn't know what the specific impact was, but looking at Xiao Rong's expression, he knew it would not be simple.

After leaving the temple, Zhang Rongfang's heart was still flashing the scene that Xiao Rong had just felt regret.

If Xiao Rong accepted disciples, he would definitely be able to enter the ranks of disciples of cultivation.

By then, not only will you not have to do chores, but you will also have a lot of time to practice literary and martial arts, and your diet and benefits will be greatly improved. You will also have the opportunity to be given a Taoist name and become a wizard in the future.

The most important thing is that at that time, he can accumulate attribute points faster and improve himself.

So far, there are only two options on his attribute bar, including life, skills, and two options.

What exactly is a skill? Zhang Rongfang tried a lot, but it was useless.

And just now, I almost succeeded, but unfortunately... I was only a moment away from success or failure.

After sighing in his heart, Zhang Rongfang returned to his room alone.

The treatment of Qinghegong is actually pretty good. Each disciple has a single room. Although it is so simple that it is only enough for one bed and one stool.

But it's better than a bunch of people huddled together to sleep.

After the news, Zhang Rongfang was still the same as before, with daily routines, morning bells and evening drums, morning and evening homework, and the rest of his time doing miscellaneous work.

It was not until June that the assessment time for the disciples of the practice had passed.

Xiao Rong finally responded.

May 14.

In the early morning, fog was filled with smoke, lingering in the entire Qinghe Palace.

Zhang Rongfang was about to go to the water to wash the house and do work.

"Zhang Rongfang, Master Mingguang calls you! Go to the teacher's room in the back mountain."

Suddenly, a slaughter disciple came forward and shouted.

The nearby mail disciples suddenly came to their sight when they heard the sound.

"I understand." Zhang Rong was still ashamed and breathed a sigh of relief.

He followed the mail disciple, moving quickly towards the back mountain one after another.

The sound of chanting scriptures by other Taoists floating from afar in the palace, as well as the laughter of noble pilgrims and pilgrims in Shangde Garden.

"Today, a mage held a ceremony for the scriptures, and many distinguished guests came. Be careful of the guests with the Huang Ruyi card and don't collide." The mail disciple in front whispered.

Zhang Rongfang understood and thanked him.

Obviously, the other party was not a random reminder. No one would inexplicably kindly remind a completely unfamiliar servile disciple.

So, it is very likely that there is good news from Master Xiao Rong.

He recognized the other party, and this errand disciple was different from the other errands. Every year, he was said to donate a lot of money and property from his family to Master Xiao Rong in exchange for the opportunity to serve the master in close contact.

The reminder just now was obviously showing goodwill, and Zhang Rongfang remembered it in his heart.

"Dare you ask for your senior brother's name?"

"I dare not, my surname is Sun, my name is Yuanfeng. I don't have any words." The sergeant disciple smiled and replied.

"It turns out to be Brother Feng..." Zhang Rongfang paused and suddenly felt something was wrong. "Thanks to Senior Brother Feng for giving it a note, Zhang wrote it down."

"A small matter." Sun Yuanfeng waved his hand.

Soon, the two of them walked through alleys, crossed the corridors, temples, and disciples found a group of attics surrounded by red walls at the end of the Qinghe Palace.

The three-story lofts with red walls and gray tiles are arranged in an orderly manner.

Sun Yuanfeng took Zhang Rongfang all the way inside and soon arrived in front of one of the attics.

Xiao Rong has a well-proportioned figure and is standing on the balcony on the second floor of the attic. She is wearing a light yellow short-strike and a gray-white cloak. It seems that she has just finished practicing martial arts.

The Qinghe Palace belongs to the Daling Dadaoism, which respects the Three Qings, and practices by disciples in the sect. They are mainly divided into civil and military affairs, with most literary achievements and fewer martial arts.

What Zhang Rongfang saw in the temple was all practicing martial arts.

At this time, he followed Sun Yuanfeng and walked to the bottom of the attic together, waiting at the entrance.

"Come in first." Xiao Rong said calmly, and his eyes swept across Zhang Rongfang.

"yes."

Zhang Rongfang bowed and went to the first floor of the attic, stood at the entrance of the living room, and waited.

Soon, Xiao Rong came down from the second floor, took a hot wet towel in his hand, wiped his cheeks and palms, and then handed them to the servants beside him.

He waved his hand and signaled the disciples around to go out.

After the rest of the people left, only Sun Yuanfeng and Zhang Rongfang stayed, he coughed.

"Zhang Rongfang."

"Disciple is here!" Zhang Rongfang responded quickly.

"Do you want to take me as your teacher? Join me?" Xiao Rong asked in one sentence without any explanation.

This sentence came out inexplicably, without any warning before, which made Zhang Rongfang and Sun Yuanfeng slightly stunned.

Fortunately, Zhang Rongfang reacted and immediately knelt down and bowed.

"Disciple Zhang Rongfang, I have met the master!"

This apprenticeship is not a true teaching. There are two types of apprenticeship in the great Taoist Buddhism, one is an ordinary master.

Also called a teacher.

If you are a disciple of the master, you are just an ordinary disciple of this master, and you will not have any major training. You will only have the Taoist ancestry and position treatment you deserve.

There is another type later, called "Word by the Master", which is the core of the true teaching, and is to be given a Taoist name and a gift and red envelope.

After worshiping the master, the relationship between the master and the disciples is like that of father and son, and even the corresponding inheritance rights are also part of the property. The disciples also have many obligations to the master.

Zhang Rongfang also came here and realized that unlike those in the film and television dramas in his previous life, not anyone who can get the Taoist name casually after entering the Taoist sect.

From a master to a master, the middle disciples need to go through a lot of tests.

Zhang Rongfang felt relieved at this moment, and he knew that he had finally taken the right first step.

Although I am just a teacher.

But as long as he breaks away from the hard life of a tragic disciple, he will be able to reach a higher level step by step when he accumulates his attributes.

Dongdongdongdongdong.

With Zhang Rongfang kowtowing, under Xiao Rong's smile, he finally took a formal step forward, leaving from a traitor disciple who could be abandoned at any time, and becoming a formal practitioner.

A hint of envy flashed in Sun Yuanfeng's eyes. He didn't know what luck Zhang Rongfang had, but he was named as a disciple by Master Xiao Rong.

Even if he gives so much money from his family every year, he still serves him with all his heart. He has not been accepted as a disciple by Master Xiao Rong for four years.

In Dadaoism, monks take disciples to separate out some of their own treatment resources to cultivate disciples.

Therefore, mages are usually very cautious in accepting disciples, so in many Taoist temples, the number of disciples is only a few years old, without increasing or decreasing.

Therefore, Sun Yuanfeng guessed in his heart that there must be some reason that made Zhang Rongfang fall into the eyes of Master Xiao Rong, and he would also want to take his subordinates regardless of his background.

Zhang Rongfang was born into a fourth-class barbarian, and his parents were also a Confucian family. He was not outstanding in appearance and could not tell that he had any talent.

Anyone with a discerning eye can guess at a moment. It must be Zhang Rongfang's performance in the recent past that made Xiao Rong fall in love with him.

After kowtowing, Xiao Rong looked at Zhang Rongfang.

"You should follow Xiaoying in the future. She has a bad temperament. You should look at her more and remind her."

"Yes." Zhang Rongfang responded quickly. As a disciple, he cannot be assigned any tasks.
To be continued...