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Changning Valley is located at the junction of Chengdu Prefecture, Long'an Prefecture and Songfanwei Prefecture, about 200 miles away from Junshan. Zhao Ran rode a donkey and crossed Jiangyou County to the west, slightly to the south, along the north side of the Chengdu Plain.
The boundary then turned back to the north, and it took one day to reach it.
Now is the beginning of spring. The Changning Valley is full of greenery, the trees are lush, and the flowers are gradually blooming. It is a beautiful scenery. The valley is named after Changning Peak. It is sandwiched between Changning North Peak and Changning South Peak. It is surrounded by mountains, waterfalls and streams.
There are springs all over the valley. It's a pity that such a beautiful scene has no spiritual eyes, otherwise it would have been occupied by practitioners long ago, and it would be as lonely and deserted as it is now.
Following the direction of Dongfang Jing's flying talisman, Zhao Ran entered from the south entrance, followed the stream, and came to a cliff. The stream splashed down from the cliff, forming a three-fold water waterfall. Next to the water waterfall was a wooden pavilion.
, it seems that it has been exposed to wind and rain for countless years, and the writing on the plaque is so blurry that it is almost unclear, and only the word "流" can be vaguely recognized.
Dongfang Jing was sitting in the pavilion watching the waterfall. He still had the same rich and handsome face. Matching this scene, he looked somewhat immortal.
Seeing Zhao Ran raising his head to look at the plaque, Dongfang Jing smiled and said, "Meandering Pavilion is said to have been built in the late Han Dynasty... Come, Junior Brother Zhao, I will introduce you to some friends."
After Zhao Ran entered the pavilion, Dongfang Jing pointed to a strong man with broad arms and a round waist and a full beard and said: "This is Brother Butcher, who runs a butcher shop. If you want, you can just call him Butcher, that's his name."
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Zhao Ran hurriedly bowed his head: "I've met Senior Brother Tu... Zhao Zhiran, from the small road, is now a blessing to Junshan Temple."
The butcher grinned widely and took out a black and oily pig leg from nowhere, throwing it to Zhao Ran: "I just heard from Dongfang that you are good at formations. Not many people can get this comment from Dongfang, little Taoist priest.
, this is a meeting gift for you, you won’t dislike it, right?”
Zhao Ran stretched out his hand to take it, and when he took a sniff, he felt a strong aroma. He immediately salivated. He tore off a small strip, opened his mouth and chewed it. While eating, he said: "Good craftsmanship!"
The butcher turned to Dongfang Jing and laughed: "As you said, he is an open-minded person, not so particular about the sect!"
Dongfang Jing said to Zhao Ran: "This smoked leg is smoked by Senior Brother Tu with more than ten kinds of spiritual herbs. It is rare for ordinary people to see it. You are in for a treat today."
Zhao Ran thanked him hurriedly and happily put away the smoked legs, thinking about going back and giving the golden pheasant of five colors a try.
Dongfang Jing pointed to another scribe in white and said: "This is Senior Brother Meng Yanzhen, who claims to be a descendant of Yasheng. He practices Taoism from my sect, but he likes to read Lao Shizi's Confucian classics. He doesn't want to be an official, so he doesn't know why he is here.
Zai.”
The white-clothed scribe held a volume of Confucian scriptures in his hand and was reading it with interest. After hearing Dongfang Jing's teasing, he just snorted coldly.
Zhao Ran quickly saluted: "I have met Senior Brother Meng."
Meng Yanzhen said nothing and nodded. He continued to read the scriptures. Zhao Ran focused his eyes to recognize it. The title of the book on the title page was "The Modern Interpretation of Shangshu". Looking at Meng Yanzhen's waist, there was a sheathed sword with a simple scabbard.
Elegant. Inscribed with two small seal characters - "Junzi".
Meng Yanzhen was different from the butcher and didn't pay much attention to Zhao Ran. Comparing the two, Zhao Ran secretly cursed: Swordsman in white? This image is terrible! Looking at the gentleman's sword again, he suddenly thought of a book about wielding a sword to kill oneself. The character couldn't help but secretly laugh.
The four people sat in the pavilion and continued to wait for someone, each of them silent. Zhao Ran had experienced it once before and knew Dongfang Jing's habit, so he remained silent and just looked at a few people furtively.
Dongfang sat still, watching the waterfall and stream, like a clay sculpture.
From time to time, the butcher took out some strange food from his arms, drank it with wine, and his mouth was full of oil. I don't know where his storage magic weapon was placed, but he kept reaching out and touching it through the open skirt of his clothes. , I fished down, and I fished out one thing. I fished out five different shapes from the wine gourd alone, and I don’t know how much food I brought with me.
Zhao Ranxin said that if this person met Mr. Shen, wouldn’t they have a tacit understanding? The two of them really competed, and they were a pair of good friends. However, looking at it, Zhao Ran suddenly felt that something was wrong. The butcher’s direction of fishing was too high. It was too subtle. Zhao Ran carefully distinguished it and suddenly felt bad. Thinking again that the mouthful of smoked ham he just chewed seemed to come from those words, he felt faintly disgusted and didn't dare to look at it anymore.
Turning his head to look at Meng Yanzhen, who was dressed in white and snowy, Zhao Ran felt much more comfortable, but after looking at it for a moment, he couldn't help but scorn: Why are you pretending? It turns out that when Meng Yanzhen was reading, he was holding a scroll in his left hand and stroking his chin with two fingers of his right hand. The beard on his head stretches from his chin to his chest, but in fact his beard is only an inch.
Zhao Ran simply stopped looking, walked out of the meandering pavilion, pulled over the old donkey that was gnawing leaves by the treetops, tore two pieces of smoked leg meat from the butcher and stuffed it into the old donkey's mouth, while feeding it and chatting with the old donkey. .
The butcher came over with a cry, took out a gourd from Hua'er, poured some wine into the palm of his hand and fed it to the donkey. The old donkey licked the wine clean, and the butcher curiously wanted to touch the old donkey's mane, but the old donkey was not happy. The butcher laughed loudly and sat back down in the pavilion.
There was no conversation that night, but on the morning of the next day, two more people arrived.
The first person to come was a serious Taoist Taoist priest. There were three gold silk Ruyi sewn on the hem of his green robe. Zhao Ran saw it and realized that this person was a Huang Guan, much better than himself. He only had one. Flame pattern, but I don’t know which monk from which temple did Ruyi embroider this?
Just listen to Dongfang Jing introduce to everyone: "This is my fellow junior fellow student, Zhang Zhikong, who is the student of my senior uncle Yuntengmo."
Zhang Zhikong is young, only about six or seven years older than Zhao Ran, but he is a very experienced man, with extremely thorough etiquette. He always has a smile on his face, and his temperament is quite calm. Even the Taoist priest who is two levels behind Zhao Ran When receiving the gift, he also kept his posture very low and bowed even further than Zhao Ran, which made Zhao Ran quite fond of him.
It's just that it's very difficult to get close to each other and get acquainted with him. I always feel that there is a layer between me and this Huang Guan Taoist priest, and I can't have a deep conversation.
Zhao Ran heard that he was from the Jade Emperor Pavilion, so he wanted to go over and try to make some friends. He casually asked a few questions about the situation in the Jade Emperor Pavilion. Huang Guan answered all of them politely, but Zhao Ran thought about it afterwards. In fact, Zhang Zhikong He didn't tell him anything, and he still knew nothing about the Jade Emperor Pavilion. Based on this alone, Zhao Ran was deeply impressed: This guy is really a master, and his ability to "refining the void" is superb. In future generations, he is still a master at least. County level!
The second person to come was Rong Niang. As soon as Rong Niang arrived, the meandering pavilion was filled with spring. She changed her clothes this time, with a goose-yellow double-breasted gown with a waist-cinching lining and a gossamer skirt.
Her legs look long and straight, and she looks very heroic.
Neither Rong Niang nor the other three people knew each other. After Dongfang Jing introduced him, he immediately gained some popularity in Quliu Pavilion.
The butcher took out a smoked leg from where he said it and wanted to give it to Rong Niang, but Rong Niang refused with a smile, saying that she didn't like eating meat very much. Zhao Ran was happy when he heard it, for God's sake, he was there not long ago
There were three barbecue feasts held on the south lawn outside Xianjun Garden. In those days, Rong Niang ate so unruly, her hands and cheeks were all covered with oily stars, and the meat and bones were vomited all over the table. Now she said she didn’t like it.
It smells so fishy, I must have felt sick after watching the butcher remove the meat.
Meng Yan really couldn't read anymore, so he closed the book and put it away. He walked up to Rong Niang, greeted her gracefully and exchanged greetings. Zhao Ran had never heard Meng Yan really speak before, but now he suddenly
Listening to this, I felt that my teeth were about to be sore, and I kept referring to the words of the ancient sages, and from time to time, I talked about poems and clouds. However, Rong Niang responded very appropriately, and her words were not so sore. However, she picked up allusions from poems and books, and the conversation made Meng Yan really happy.
, just like when Boya met Ziqi, he wished he could have sex with Rongniang.
Only Zhang Zhikong was "not moved by beauty" and treated Rong Niang no differently than anyone else. He was polite but as gentle as water, neither humble nor arrogant, nor happy nor angry. Zhao Ran's admiration for him went to a higher level: This Sicheng Mansion is really deep.
At least at the department level!
After the greetings were finished, Rong Niang came to Zhao Ran and glared at Zhao Ran: "I went to Junshan to find you, how dare you leave without waiting for me!"
Zhao Ran blinked: "When did you tell me to wait for you?"
"Fei Fu told you! How dare you quibble!"
"What your flying talisman said was 'see you then'!"
"Yes, I will come to see you when the time comes. See you in Junshan!"
Zhao Ran was stunned: "It's snowing in June..." (To be continued, please search Piao Tian Literature, the novel is better and updated faster!