"On weekdays, Senior Brother Feng is waiting for me, today I will be waiting for Senior Brother Feng."

Zhang Feng looked at the curious Senior Brother Feng and replied jokingly.

Because to be honest, I don’t know how to answer his words.

After all, I just had a sudden whim and learned that a guest was coming.

But when it comes to specifics, I can’t explain it clearly.

It seems that the cultivation time is still short, only ten days, and I have not realized the profound meaning of whim.

Or maybe your strength is too low and you haven't fully mastered it yet.

Zhang Feng was thinking, his thoughts flashed by, and he looked at Senior Brother Feng who was pedaling up the mountain.

There was no curiosity about his visit.

All because the news about his genius within the sect has spread to the inner sect.

Moreover, during the ten days that he was in seclusion, many inner disciples came with gifts, but they were all turned away by him.

They weren't angry either. They knew that genius cultivation was important, so they didn't bother them much.

Including Senior Brother Feng also came here a few days ago.

But Zhang Feng didn't have any sudden whim that day, so he turned him away.

"Fellow Daoist Zhang..." At this time, when Senior Brother Feng saw Zhang Feng greeting him, he felt as if he had knocked over a five-flavor bottle. He couldn't tell what the taste was.

He was still thinking back to a few months ago when he brought Zhang Feng to the sect and personally asked him to find a good place for Zhang Feng, such as coming back as an official.

But now his identity has changed.

He is still an inner disciple, but Zhang Feng is a genius within Xuan Dao Sect!

There are even rumors that Zhang Feng now enjoys the treatment of 'sect master and elder'!

On an equal footing with the sect masters and elders!

With such an identity, he was naturally a little tangled in his words and cautious, not knowing what to say.

Zhang Feng saw that Senior Brother Feng looked like he was in trouble, so he smiled and invited him to sit down, and pushed him a cup of tea, "Senior Brother Feng, please tell me something."

"I..." Senior Brother Feng was half-sitting on the stone bench, holding the tea cup in both hands, with a look of embarrassment on his face.

"Senior Brother Feng is kind to me." Zhang Feng said with a straight face, "Before I joined the sect, I was taken care of by Senior Brother Feng. Now that I have joined the sect, has Senior Brother Feng become alienated from me? Or am I, Zhang Feng?"

That kind of treacherous person?"

"No...it's not..." Senior Brother Feng looked anxious, but because Zhang Feng still looked so heroic, he felt a little more at ease.

At the same time, he thought about it for a while, organized his language, then returned the toast and said sheepishly,

"The lifespan of a Foundation Establishment monk is about three hundred years old...and the city lord of Qi City, whose cultivation is at the Foundation Establishment level, is already 280 years old this year. So...he will abdicate soon..."

After Senior Brother Feng opened his mouth, although he was still embarrassed, his words became much smoother, "But his position is like a fragrant steamed bun...

Many inner disciples in the sect who have no hope of promotion are watching, including me...

We all thought that instead of retiring in the clan and holding virtual power, it would be better to become ambassadors to the foreign lands and control a city, a hundred towns, and a billion people...

This is real power, the power of life and death!

Prosperity and prosperity are all trivial matters...

But now there are twenty-three senior brothers and forty-six town leaders, and they are all looking for a position... They and I are both candidates for the city leader..."

When Senior Brother Feng said this, his purpose was self-evident.

He wanted to fight for this position, so he went to Zhang Feng, hoping that Zhang Feng, who was on an equal footing with the elders of the sect, would help him speak.

He thinks that he has such leadership skills, and all he needs is a ‘senior senior’ to speak for him.

Otherwise, if you don't have someone with a "good relationship" to talk to, go and let the elders of the management hall know.

Then if other people find a good relationship, they may compare him to him and become the city lord.

Anyway, everyone's qualifications are similar and everyone is treated the same.

But what if he speaks for himself, gives gifts, and persuades the elders as an inner disciple.

It is very possible that the elder of the Guanshi Hall slapped his face, and then seven or eight law enforcement disciples swarmed up and drove him out.

After all, a city lord is responsible for at least one billion people and thousands of miles of land.

How can you rely on relationships?

As for qualifications, does Senior Brother Feng have leadership skills?

When Zhang Fengyuan was chatting with the practicing elders, he actually asked Senior Brother Feng who brought him into the sect in the first place.

I know he has qualifications.

Including Zongnai and his life story.

Approximately, Senior Brother Feng entered the academy when he was ten years old and was an outer disciple.

At the age of thirty, he completed his Qi training and served as an outside deacon.

After serving as a deacon for three years, he spent ten years traveling around half of Fengzhou and broke through to foundation building.

At the age of forty-eight, he entered the inner gate and traveled abroad.

At the age of sixty-three, with no hope of success in building the foundation, he began his career as an official. He first went to Qicheng to serve as a gatekeeper general and rectified the local bandit troubles.

At the age of seventy-six, he made some connections and served as the head of a county in a small town outside Qicheng City. He improved the land and water channels so that there would be a bumper harvest every year. This method was also extended to the entire Fengzhou.

At the age of eighty, he killed a foundation-building evil cultivator for the sect and protected more than a thousand people in a village, but he was also seriously injured.

At the age of ninety-two, it was now that he went to Xun County, where he first came to this world, to travel there and take up the post of "Lord of a Town" in that area, taking charge of thirty-two counties.

With his qualifications, compared to other inner sect disciples, he can be regarded as a superior official.

You can definitely be the city lord!

It's a pity that there are at least forty or fifty people like this, as Senior Brother Feng said.

Zhang Feng thought about it and felt that if Senior Brother Feng had no connections and no political resources to help him, he would be the leader of the town.

Or he could return to the sect to take care of his old age, and then become a deacon in the outer sect.

But if I can reach the position of Lord of Qi City before I turn 100.

Then he does not need to return to the clan, but can continue to work like the previous city lord until he is 280 years old.

Been the 'Emperor for nearly two hundred years!'

Zhang Feng thought of this and felt that based on Senior Brother Feng's qualifications, he should be able to take office. He would not let down the hundreds of thousands of people in the city.

Senior Brother Feng was rubbing his teacup, feeling nervous.

Because even if Zhang Feng agrees to help him, this is not certain.

After all, he is the lord of a city.

This is not something one person can say.

Even if the sect leader has a candidate, several elders must discuss it together.

"I'll ask.."

In the quiet atmosphere, Zhang Feng suddenly put down his tea cup.

Senior Brother Feng then stood up and hurriedly clasped his fists to express his thanks, "Thank you so much, Fellow Daoist Zhang, thank you so much, Fellow Daoist Zhang..."

Zhang Feng waved his hand, "This is not certain yet."

The words fell.

Zhang Feng knew that the matter was likely to be settled quickly, so he said goodbye and walked towards the steward hall.

With a step of more than twenty feet, he disappeared from Senior Brother Feng's sight in a short time.

Also on the other side.

Inside the mountain peak hall of Guanshi Hall.

The steward elder, who looked to be in his seventies, was reading the letters of recommendation one by one applying for the city master of Qi City.

Outside the hall, there were still twenty-eight law enforcement disciples standing.

They looked ahead, blocking anyone who wanted to enter the temple.

And in these three days, they have driven away no less than twenty disciples.

Among them was the third son of the law enforcement elder.

He also wanted to advocate for someone, but was ruthlessly driven out.

But also at this time.

Zhang Feng walked down the mountain, taking a step of more than twenty feet, and soon arrived outside the palace.

"I've met a few fellow Taoists." Zhang Feng saw someone on guard outside the hall, so he clasped his fists before entering the hall.
To be continued...