Eternal Immortal Dynasty: Starting as a Petty Official

Learning the Daoist scriptures is not something that can be accomplished in a day. Even though the head of the pavilion, Chen Yuancheng, taught the young men for half a day, he had only taught them ten characters.

As the sun set, Chen Yuancheng dismissed the youths, but then called back the Zhao brothers.

He first bowed to the two men to express his gratitude, then took out five bright yellow talisman coins from his sleeve and handed them to Zhao Xian, saying that these were the coins for buying pheasants.

Zhao Xian was unwilling to accept the talisman money and immediately began to refuse it to Chen Yuancheng.

This scene was witnessed by all the young people, including Zhao Hong, who all admired Chen Yuancheng greatly.

Seeing that he could not refuse, Zhao Xian had no choice but to accept the talisman money, and then handed it over to Liu Quan, the pavilion owner standing to the side.

He frankly stated that in the future, the pavilion would need the father to prepare cool drinks for the young men to quench their thirst, which would be considered as payment for the water.

Liu Quan was an honest and kind elder, so he refused to accept the money. In the end, it was Chen Yuancheng who spoke up, and only then did he accept the talisman money.

The next day, the Daomin people practiced their defenses against the enemy, and this news spread among them.

The people of Shanghuting held Chen Yuancheng in high esteem and praised Zhao Xian for refusing the talisman money, thus bringing him fame.

In this world, people value their clan and their hometown, and have a strong sense of local identity.

Chen Yuancheng is, after all, a native of Waiting Pavilion, while Zhao Xian is a native of this Pavilion. The people of this Pavilion are also honored by this.

For the next ten days or so, the bi-weekly drills for preparing for the enemy were carried out in an orderly manner, and the Taoist teachings in the pavilion were also conducted step by step every afternoon.

In just over ten days, Zhao Xian had mastered nearly two hundred Dao characters, a progress that surprised Chen Yuancheng.

I still remember that when he was studying Taoist scripts at the clan school, he only learned a hundred Taoist scripts in more than ten days. Even the clan members who were more talented than him only learned a little over two hundred.

Judging from this, Zhao Xian's talent is even greater than mine!

Although Chen Yuancheng humbled himself to befriend the Taoists of Shanghuting, deep down he only regarded them as stepping stones to advancement.

As for Zhao Xian, in his eyes, he was nothing more than a country boy with a little talent for archery.

With a little effort, they can be brought under our control.

But now, Chen Yuancheng feels that there are hidden gems in the countryside, which he has just happened to encounter.

Chen Yuancheng also began to value Zhao Xian more.

As October arrives, the autumn chill intensifies, the cold wind howls, and even breath turns to mist.

The drills to prepare for the enemy continued in an orderly manner, and the Daoist people participating in the drills became even more serious.

This is because, a few days ago, the county patrol reported that bandits had appeared in other villages and towns, looting and plundering, resulting in more than ten deaths and injuries.

The township where Shanghuting is located is called Wohu Township, which is located in the western part of the county. The township has seven pavilions, all of which are located in the area surrounding Wohu Mountain, hence the name Wohu Township.

Every year as winter approaches, the county would send out patrol officers to inspect the villages and apprehend bandits.

......

The moon hangs high in the sky, its light, like water, bathing the earth.

The countryside was quiet, with only the occasional bark of a dog.

Suddenly, a pair of bright eyes appeared in the darkness.

"call!"

With a long sigh, Zhao Xian felt the increasingly powerful magic energy within his dantian, and a smile appeared on his face.

After more than ten days of quiet recuperation, with a constant supply of spiritual rice for three meals a day, his magical power was indeed as the pavilion chief Chen Yuancheng had said, several times stronger.

With a thought, a golden light screen appeared before my eyes.

Owner of the cauldron: Zhao Xian

[Qi Yun: Floating White]

Lifespan: 16/86

[Spiritual Root: Fire Root (丙中火)]

[Cultivation Level: Qi Refining Level 1]

[Lucky Golden Pearl: 0]

【技艺】：基础箭术（精通：112/10000）、松鹤养元拳（精通：3/10000）、黑虎斗杀拳（熟练：27/1000）

After more than ten days of arduous practice, my progress in basic archery was not very noticeable, but I did reach the mastery level in "Pine and Crane Nourishing Yuan Boxing".

The mastery of the "Pine and Crane Nourishing Yuan Boxing" brought Zhao Xian a pleasant surprise—his physical body also entered the skin-refining level.

He could also be called a third-rate brute!

Under the rule of Yunlan Sect, most Daoist practitioners whose spiritual roots do not reach a certain grade cultivate Qi and blood martial arts, refining their Qi and blood and tempering their physical bodies.

Zhao Xian's father, Zhao Yi, practiced Qi and Blood Martial Arts and is now at the Tendon Training level, which can be considered a second-rate martial artist.

Six miles from Shanghu Pavilion, there are over a thousand Daoist people, but only thirty or forty of them have reached the Tendon Refining level, and only one, Wang Jia from the Great King's Clan, has reached the Bone Refining level. He is currently serving as the Pavilion's Thief Seeker.

Zhao Xian is not yet seventeen years old, and his progress is quite remarkable.

After all, besides spiritual rice, there's not much else to cultivate with.

With his physical body reaching the level of skin refinement, his strength also increased significantly. Originally, Zhao Xian would be out of breath after shooting twenty arrows in a row with a bull horn bow, but now he could shoot thirty or forty arrows in a row.

Next, it was time to test fire at the 80-pace target.

In the countryside, archery training required hitting a target eighty paces away.

Suppressing his thoughts, Zhao Xian lay down on his side, covered himself with a thin quilt, and prepared to sleep.

"Knock knock knock~"

"Knock knock knock~"

Suddenly, a rapid drumbeat came from outside the window.

All around was quiet, and it was pitch black outside the window. The rapid drumbeats were particularly jarring!

Instinctively, Zhao Xian pulled out the short knife from under his pillow and sat up abruptly.

The drumbeats outside the window grew more urgent, and the barking of dogs inside rose and fell. Zhao Xian hurriedly put on his robe, grabbed his knife, and went out of the house.

Upon exiting the room, they saw a burly figure standing against the south wall, holding a long spear and peering out.

This startled Zhao Xian, who shouted, "Who is it!"

"I!"

The burly figure turned around and said something, then continued to look around.

"father!"

Zhao Xian shouted and strode forward with his knife in hand.

"Father, what happened!"

"I don't know either!"

Zhao Yi's expression was grave. He replied in a low voice, then looked at Zhao Xian and scolded, "What are you doing out here? Go back!"

"I have already entered the Dao, and can also lend Father a helping hand!"

Zhao Xian immediately replied in a solemn voice.

Zhao Yi was slightly taken aback, then realized that his eldest son was already an inch taller than him!

"This is the alarm drum. When bandits attack, the alarm drum will be sounded, and the sound will travel for miles. Judging from the direction, it should be coming from the outpost!"

Zhao Yi listened carefully for a few more breaths, then spoke solemnly.

"The pavilion? Does that mean it's under siege by bandits!"

Zhao Xian also said in a low voice.

"Go back inside and get your bow and arrows. I'll keep watch here!"

Zhao Yi did not answer, but instead gave instructions in a low voice.

Zhao Xian immediately tucked the dagger into his waistband, turned around, and walked into his house.

The bow and arrows were usually kept behind the door, but today, for some reason, it took Zhao Xian seven or eight breaths to find them.

Hanging the quiver at his waist, Zhao Xian took out three arrows and held them together with the ox-horn bow in his palm.

When Zhao Xian stepped out of the room again, he did not return to his father's side, but instead went to the main room.

No candles were lit inside. By the moonlight, Zhao Xian saw that his mother, Zhao Xu, had already embraced Zhao Hong and Zhao Yu, and her face was quite calm.

"Mother, it's me!"

Zhao Xian felt ashamed, realizing he was not as calm as his mother who had never practiced cultivation. He then greeted her, and Madam Zhao Xu also breathed a sigh of relief.

"Brother, how's it outside?"

"The pavilion must have been besieged by bandits!"

Zhao Xian did not hide anything and spoke up.

"The pavilion is under siege; it must be a large band of bandits!"

"I fear that soon the village chief will sound the alarm drum, summoning the villagers to support the pavilion!"

Zhao Xushi immediately said.

"Mother, how do you know so much!"

Upon hearing this, Zhao Xian asked with considerable surprise.

"When I was young, I also experienced something similar!"

Upon hearing this, Madam Zhao immediately smiled and said...

"Young Master, Tingjun values ​​you highly. Now that you are in trouble, you must not shrink back and only invite ridicule from others!"

"Your child will heed your instructions!"