The lives of cultivators were free and unfettered. There were many such legends in the mortal world.
This saying was both right and wrong. To two types of people, the life of cultivation was naturally free and unfettered.
One type had sufficient resources. Other than cultivation, they would visit friends and discuss Dao, drink tea and wine, talk about cultivation experiences, talk about the Sword Immortal of the present age, admire the rising sun in the morning, and send the sunset off at dusk. They could not be more free and unfettered.
The other type had no resources at all and had given up hope. Since they could not earn enough cultivation resources no matter what, they would just muddle through. They would sleep in their own rooms all day, or they would wander around the mountains, hoping to stumble upon a cave abode of a predecessor. Or they would be valued by a Daoist elder and be accepted as their disciple. They would then be free and unfettered from then on.
Other than these two types of people, the Daoists' lives were tense and busy.
In the early stages of cultivation, it was all about resources. With resources, they could improve by leaps and bounds. Without resources, they would be stagnant.
The fat Daoist was such a person. With his current conditions, others would have given up long ago. However, he was still running around all day, working hard for the resources of two spirit stones every three months. Although these two spirit stones could not bring him much help, he was never tired of it. He lived his hopeless cultivation life happily with a hopeful attitude …
That was Fang Xing's overall understanding and evaluation of the fat Daoist.
That was fine. Fang Xing would not destroy the fat Daoist's dream about the path of cultivation. That was because he was counting on this dream to survive. If he did not even have hope, who knew how depressed the fat Daoist would be.
However, the fat Daoist was an extremely warm-hearted person. After becoming friends with Fang Xing, other than paying a hundred taels of silver for Fang Xing's meals to the catering department every month, he also had the duty to remind Fang Xing not to be so lazy at such a young age. If he slept in his room every day, he would not be able to earn cultivation resources. It was better for him to obediently follow him to the miscellaneous chores department to get a job …
There was a lot of profit!
"Other than the scattered silver every month, there are still other benefits to be gained. Otherwise, where do you think the hundred taels of silver I pay for you every month come from? Of course, the most important thing was the Spirit Stone every three months. This was equivalent to double the resources of other D-class aptitude disciples. Junior Brother Fang, are you really not tempted? Ouch, don't cover your ears … "
While the fat Daoist was drinking, he did not forget to nag into Fang Xing's ears, as though he was trying his best to persuade him.
From his point of view, Fang Xing had now become a loafer in the Dao Sect. Every day, he would eat and sleep, sleep and eat. Even if he ran out of spirit stones, he was not worried at all. Other loafers, no matter how useless they were, would often go out to join in the fun, look at the scenery in the Dao Sect, and think if they could try their luck. But this kid was good, he did not even have to go out to look at the scenery. He stayed in the wooden house all day and did not see anyone.
"Get out of here if you dare to say another word …"
Fang Xing covered his ears and shouted. He wanted to send the fat Daoist flying with a kick.
I am a person who has more than 30 Spirit Stones, why do I need to run errands for you?
It is not enough to save time for cultivation!
Of course, he could not say these words to the fat Daoist, at least not now.
"Alright, alright, I won't say anymore …"
The fat Daoist waved his hand. After a while, he could not help but ask, "Then what about the resources for your cultivation?"
Fang Xing rolled his eyes. "Isn't it almost time to give out the Spirit Stones?"
The fat Daoist said, "One Spirit Stone for three months. How is that enough? Moreover, I might not even get it …"
Fang Xing looked at him with disdain. He thought to himself, 'Even two Spirit Stones for three months is not enough!'
Seeing that the fat Daoist was about to say something, Fang Xing waved his hand hurriedly. "Alright, stop trying to persuade me. I am too lazy to go to your Task House. It is not like I do not know what kind of people are there. The last time you treated them to a drink, their cultivation was not high, right? Yet, they were so arrogant. If it was not for the look you gave me, I would have smashed them with the wine jug. What work? Do you want me to suck up to those b * stards? Save it, the only reason I can go to your Task House is to destroy that stupid place! "
The fat Daoist was a little speechless. He thought about it. This little bastard was young, but he had a bad temper. However, he could not bear to see such a good young man become dispirited. After a moment of silence, he muttered, "You have to earn Spirit Stones …"
Fang Xing sneered and said, "Sooner or later, I will let you see how I earn Spirit Stones!"
Things happened very quickly. Not long after, it was time for the Dao Faction to distribute Spirit Stones. This was a big event for the Dao Faction. Many Dao Faction disciples were waiting eagerly for the distribution of Spirit Stones every three months. Moreover, the distribution this time was not small. After all, this month was a big distribution. Only the outer sect disciples, regardless of grade A, B, C, or D, could receive Spirit Stones.
Disciples with grade D aptitude could receive one Spirit Stone every three months. Disciples with grade C aptitude could receive one Spirit Stone every two months. Disciples with grade B aptitude could receive one Spirit Stone every month, and disciples with grade A aptitude could receive two Spirit Stones every month. Although the four categories of disciples usually received their Spirit Stones on the fifteenth day of the month, the frequency was different. Therefore, it was rare to see disciples of all four categories receiving their Spirit Stones at the same time.
"Junior Brother Fang, Junior Brother Fang, are you up?"
Early in the morning, the fat Taoist had arrived early and was prepared to receive the Spirit Stones from the Dao Sect with Fang Xing.
"You're awake so early in the morning?"
Fang Xing had been cultivating for almost the entire night and only went to bed at three in the morning. Now that it was dawn and he was still sleepy, he immediately scolded the fat Daoist angrily.
"Aiyo, my Junior Brother Fang, don't be so greedy for sleep. Go early and come back early to avoid any accidents!"
The fat Daoist forcefully dragged Fang Xing to wake up. He put the Daoist robe on his head and pulled the drowsy Fang Xing out of the door.
The place where the Spirit Stones were distributed was still the Green Wood Pavilion that was ten miles away. Although it was still early, many outer sect disciples could already be seen heading there. On the mountain road in the early morning, there were shadows moving about, and most of them were in a hurry.
When they arrived at the front of the Green Wood Pavilion, there was already a long line.
There were four lines in this line. The one on the far left was almost empty. It was the line for those with A grade aptitude to receive the Spirit Stones. Among the thousands of people in the entire Dao Sect, there were only about ten A grade aptitude disciples. At this time, basically none of them had arrived yet. In the pavilion, there was an old man with gray hair and was wearing a feathered robe. He was waving his palm-leaf fan and talking to an A grade aptitude disciple who had arrived early.
The second line on the left was for B grade aptitude disciples. However, there were only about ten of them, and all of them were in high spirits.
In the entire Dao Sect, there were naturally more B grade aptitude disciples than A grade aptitude disciples. There were about a hundred of them. Although they were slightly inferior to the A grade aptitude disciples, when compared to the C grade and D grade aptitude disciples, they were no different from the geniuses.
Further to the right were the C grade aptitude disciples. There were more than three hundred of them in the outer sanctum. At this time, there was already a line of dozens of people. Moreover, there was an endless stream of people joining in. The arrogance on their faces was not as obvious as that of the B grade aptitude disciples. However, when they looked at the D grade aptitude disciples, the contempt in their eyes could not be erased.
It could not be helped. The D grade aptitude disciples were the worst aptitude in the Dao Sect. However, they were also the most numerous type of people. There were more than six hundred of them. Although it was still early at this time, there were more than a hundred people in the line. It was like a long dragon. Most of the people had a slightly excited expression on their faces. They stood on their tiptoes and looked at the front of the line. They could not wait to be the next one to receive the Spirit Stones.
As for the C grade aptitude disciples, they did not dare to look back at them. The feeling of inferiority was obvious.
The overall situation was like this. The A grade disciples looked down on everyone. The B grade disciples looked down on the C grade and D grade. The C grade disciples looked down on the D grade. The D grade disciples even looked down on themselves. Of course, there were some exceptions. These people were from rich families. These people used their own money to buy Spirit Stones. They had more resources than the A grade disciples. They were also arrogant.
However, these disciples naturally would not get up so early to line up. They looked down on these one or two Spirit Stones.
…
"What are you looking at? Are you going to dig out Haruko's eyes? "
Among the D grade disciples, Fang Xing was lazily lining up. He felt extremely bored. However, he happened to see a person in the C grade aptitude line looking at him with a sneer. He immediately scolded him in a bad mood.
That C grade aptitude disciple had a gentle and weak appearance. Although he was wearing a Daoist robe, he looked like a scholar. He originally saw Fang Xing's small stature in the middle of a group of tall people. In particular, there was a fat and tall fatty standing in front of him, which made him look even smaller. At this time, he was even shrinking his head and yawning. It was very comical. So, he could not help but look at him and laugh.
However, he did not expect this little rascal to have such a bad temper. The moment he saw him, he actually directly spoke ill of him.
Although this C grade aptitude disciple was gentle and weak, he also somewhat looked down on D grade aptitude disciples. If it was someone else scolding him, it would have been fine. However, being scolded by a D grade aptitude kid, he was very unhappy. He coldly snorted and turned his head away. In a voice that was neither loud nor soft, he muttered, "Hmph, a D grade aptitude disciple is also so insolent. How rude!"
Fang Xing hated this kind of sarcastic provocation the most. He suddenly became angry and shouted, "Damn sissy, what are you talking about?"
His voice was very loud, and it immediately attracted the gazes of the people lining up.
That weak and weak disciple's face immediately turned red. He angrily said, "Who are you calling a sissy?"
Fang Xing said, "I'm calling you a damn sissy, a damn scoundrel, a damn eunuch!"
The weak and weak disciple became anxious. "You are also a Daoist disciple. Why are your words so vulgar?"
Fang Xing said, "Vulgar your sister, damn sissy!"
The weak and weak disciple angrily stomped his feet and pointed his finger at Fang Xing. "You, rude!"
Fang Xing said, "Rude your sister, damn sissy!"
When it came to scolding people, Fang Xing's ability was comparable to two village matchmakers. Previously in the Ghost Smoke Valley, he climbed up a tree alone and scolded his four brothers until they couldn't speak. They even wanted to use a saw to cut down the tree to pull him down. Now, dealing with a clumsy and weak disciple was really a piece of cake for him. It was as simple as eating and drinking.
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