Zhao Ran took a moment and said privately to Zhang Lue: "My old aunt asked me to use magic to scare you and force you to marry a wife quickly. I agreed. I dare not disobey my orders. Tell me, you are obediently at your desk."
Should I be the one to confer the headship, or should I use Taoism?"
Zhang Lue smiled bitterly, shook his head, and sighed: "I don't know what my mother wants, so why can't I pass my own test?"
"Oh? Let's talk about it. Let me make it clear first. I am not meddling in other people's business. I have been ordered to do so, haha."
When the cowboy next to him heard this, he came over and said, "Abbot Zhao, please don't waste your efforts. Brother Zhang can't pull back eight cows even with a single muscle! Our brothers have tried to persuade him countless times, but it's of no use at all."
"Why not marry?"
Niu Qian said: "It just so happens that the abbot is here. I'm embarrassed to say it, but let me tell you..."
Zhang Lue glared at him: "Don't talk nonsense!"
Niu Qianshi said: "Brother, don't worry, I'm not talking nonsense, let's talk it over. Actually, when we followed Brother Zhang to join the army, our lead was a girl from the Yang family..."
Zhang Lue stretched out his hand to cover his mouth, but Niu Qianshi laughed and ducked past him. Next to him, Zhong and Wang from thousands of households came over to help Niu Qianshi, so Zhang Lue had no choice but to let them talk.
Niu Qianshi said: "In the third year of Jiajing's reign, there was a selection of girls in the palace. Our evil Fang Jia reported it to the Yang family, and as a result, that girl Jin Fang entered the palace..."
Zhong Qianhu came up to him and said: "I returned to the Ministry of War five years ago and walked around the workshop. I met the person in charge of the workshop. He was actually still alive. He was old but not dead. He was called a thief. I couldn't help but go up and slap him in the ears.
Son, if he wasn't afraid of his life, I would have beaten him up long ago."
Wang Qianhu said disdainfully: "It would be better if you died. If you want me instead, I'll kill you directly in the dark!"
"Then why don't you go?"
"Didn't he die later? He didn't make it through..."
Niu Qianshi continued: "We have been fighting in the border areas for more than ten years. Unexpectedly, Brother Zhang still misses Jin Fang. But when we went to the Yang family to inquire, we found that the Yang family had moved to an unknown location long ago. We asked the neighbors, but there was no trace.
Jin Fang’s news. Logically speaking, after so many years, it should be somewhat reliable no matter what. Brother Zhang asked someone to inquire in the palace, but no one had heard of it. I don’t know if it was a name change or something... This life will not lead to death.
There is no corpse, what do you think we should do, Abbot Zhao?"
Zhong Qianhu pouted: "Why don't you see alive people and dead bodies? Don't curse Sister-in-law Jin Fang!"
Hearing this, Zhao Ran understood. He looked at Zhang Lue again and secretly thought that he hadn't noticed before that Zhang Lue was actually an infatuated person. In fact, in Zhao Ran's mind, this girl from the Yang family was probably...
They are long dead, palace maids, eunuchs, and the like. Their fate is like a straw in the palace. They may be dragged out and buried for an inexplicable reason. There has been no news for twenty years. What good can be left behind?
In other words, Zhang Lue and the others had actually expected the outcome of the Yang family girl, but they were just unwilling to face the reality. What could he say about this? We could only hope that Zhang Lue would wake up one day and get out of this trap on his own.
During the banquet, they casually talked about the surrounding scenery and interesting things. Zhang Lue suggested that Zhao Ran stay here for two more days and take him to Qixia Mountain when he is free tomorrow. It is autumn now, and the red leaves in Qixia are quite impressive. In addition,
As the commander of the Longtan Guard, Zhang Lue also had a task, which was to protect the back mountain of Qixia Mountain from idlers. The Longtan Guard stationed a battalion of 500 people outside the back mountain to shoulder this responsibility.
Because there is Sanmao Pavilion on Fengxiang Peak in the back mountain of Qixia, which is the place of practice for Shao Yuanjie, the great master of Hedao. Sanmao Pavilion is also the Taoist temple of Yingtianfu, enjoying the worship of Yingtianfu.
In fact, Sanmao Pavilion originally had nothing to do with Shao Yuanjie. This place was a branch of Maoshan. Before Shao Yuanjie entered the void, it gradually separated from Longhu Mountain. It was a close acquaintance with Yuan Taichu, the then Sanmao Celestial Master, and was invited to join San Mao.
Maoguan, and enter the void at Sanmaoguan.
After Yuan Taichu passed away, he appointed Shao Yuanjie as the chief elder of Sanmaoguan. From then on, Shao Yuanjie took charge of Sanmaoguan. A hundred years later, it has become the place where Shao Yuanjie's disciples settled down.
Others want to go to Qixia Back Mountain but cannot get there, but Zhang Lue does not have this problem. He can take whomever he wants and when he wants.
Zhao Ran was originally a little interested. The winner of Jinling's landscape is none other than Qixia. It would be nice to go and have a look. But when he heard that it was Shao Yuanjie's territory, he immediately lost interest. After meeting Xu Zhenren, he still often thinks about it.
, I feel dissatisfied with the path of change that this great monk insists on taking. How can I have the leisure to visit his territory?
Seeing that Zhao Ran didn't want to go, Zhang Lue mentioned that not far to the south of Longtanwei, past Xitian Yazhou, there was Qinglong Mountain, which he said had good scenery. There were also rumors that fox demons lived here, and he jokingly asked Zhao Ran if he was interested.
Go looking for traces of the fox demon.
Zhao Ran asked and learned that the so-called Qinglong Mountain was just a series of rolling hills, with the highest point only thirty or forty feet tall. He lost interest: "What is it called Qinglong Mountain? Forget it Qinglong Qiu."
Zhang Lue said with a smile: "Yes, we all came back from the magnificent mountains in the southwest. A small hill of a few dozen feet is really not worth seeing. But in the south of the Yangtze River, a few dozen feet is considered rare, such as Qixia
Mountain, in fact, the highest peak, Fengxiang Peak, is only a hundred feet long.”
As for the fox demon mentioned by Zhang Lue, Zhao Ran was also not interested. If it were in Songfan, that would be fine. He could just give the arm-armed ape who is now in charge of the Maharaja Cave Heaven a few words and ask him to collect the fox demon or something like that, but in Songfan
In southern Zhili, it is better to keep a low profile.
After meeting Zhang Lue, Zhao Ran didn't waste much time and rushed back to Jiming Temple early the next morning.
In Lu Yuanyuan's Zhaijiao class in the morning, an altar was set up on the spot. Zhao Ran and eight other people were called up to help cast the spell. Everyone worked together to invite the clone of a river god to the mortal world again, and then respectfully sent it back.
Xuying was inexplicable, and all the abbots gained a lot.
Zhao Ran felt funny in his heart, secretly thinking that this clone of the River God didn't know if he had the ability to think, and he didn't know if he would get angry after being played around by the Taoist priests.
After the day's work was over, someone came to Baoyue Villa on the bank of Mochou Lake to report that Linglu Yuyang, whom he had informed about in advance, had arrived and was currently resting in the village. So Zhao Ran rushed to Baoyue Villa again.
Looking at the dusty Linglu Yuyang, Zhao Ran said helplessly: "Look, what nonsense are you doing? You have been practicing for hundreds of years... I heard the fairy clearly say that you are at least three hundred years old, right? You are alive.
After so many years, why are you still running away from home like the innocent young lady? Is that ridiculous?"
Yuyang said aggrievedly: "This matter really makes me lose face, Xiaoxiu. Can't we just cultivate together? If you want to say that Yueying's weapon refiner is better than me, then I will admit it, but is he as strong as me?"
?I don’t want to accept the comparison. He is so young, so he is obviously not good at it! As a demon cultivator, he does not focus on cultivation and does not work hard to improve his cultivation. He insists on having fun and engaging in spiritual pursuits. He also calls the little demon me vulgar.