Jiang Tenghe went to find Elder Xiahou of the Huayun Hall Elder Hall. If he wanted to take this step, he must first get the support of the Huayun Hall headmaster. Needless to say.
Zhao Ran returned to Lingjian Pavilion and met with several senior brothers. From a distance, he saw two people sitting in Xixin Pavilion. One of them was senior brother Wei Zhizhen, and the second was Qu Fenghe, the only disciple of the third generation of Lou Guan.
When Wei Zhizhen saw Zhao Ran, he smiled and waved: "Junior brother is back, it's really great. After so many years, I'm afraid that junior brother won't be able to come back."
Zhao Ran hurriedly walked over and saluted Wei Zhizhen: "I've met senior brother!" Then he turned to Qu Fenghe and said: "Fenghe is here too."
Qu Fenghe had already knelt on the futon, kowtowing respectfully to Zhao Ran: "I have met my junior uncle!"
Zhao Ran asked: "How is your practice?"
Qu Fenghe said: "The Tao entered in the first month of this year."
Wei Zhizhen said: "This child insisted on waiting for you to come back and asked you to be his supervisor. He has been waiting for five months without being punished."
Zhao Ran burst out laughing: "How do you say this? Why bother?"
Qu Fenghe said: "My uncle is as kind as a mountain to his disciples. I also ask my uncle to supervise my disciples' teachings."
Zhao Ran asked Wei Zhizhen: "Can I be a supervisor? Are there any spiritual requirements for a supervisor?"
Wei Zhizhen said: "To be awarded the three masters of Lu, only the transfer master has the requirements. If you don't reach the realm of master training, you won't be able to apply for the position of Lu."
Zhao Ran said: "Okay, let's prepare later. We will confer Feng He's post in the past two days."
Wei Zhizhen said: "The materials are all ready and waiting for you. The messenger we invited is Elder Du Ziteng."
Zhao Ran smiled and said: "Teacher and I just came out from Elder Du's place, why is it him again?"
Wei Zhizhen said: "Our Bai Yu from Xianghe Pavilion was enthroned last year, and his teacher became the messenger. So when he heard that Feng He was going to be enthroned, he volunteered. How many days do you plan to stay when you come back this time?"
Zhao Ran said: "Master Chu Yang of Jade Emperor Pavilion is going to double cultivate with Zhu Qigu. The grand ceremony will be held in ten days. This time I am asking for a small sum of money. Let's all go to the Louguan sect to see the excitement."
When Qu Fenghe heard this, he jumped three feet high and said excitedly: "Uncle, can I go too?"
Zhao Ran smiled: "Everyone is going, how can it be fun if you don't go?"
Qu Fenghe ran out and said, "Disciple, go cook for the little master... By the way, I learned how to stir-fry muntjac meat... The little master has a taste of the disciple's craftsmanship..." He ran away in an instant.
Wei Zhizhen nodded and said: "This child has excellent qualifications and high understanding. After you introduced him to the school last year, he became very successful and entered the threshold in just one year. He has worked extremely hard in the past five months. I guess,
He can stay in the Taoist realm for at most two years, and maybe he will become a Taoist priest the year after next."
The second senior brother Yu Zhiyuan and the third senior brother Luo Zhiqing were both practicing in the Jiange. Zhao Ran did not let Wei Zhizhen disturb them, so the three of them had dinner together that night.
Not to mention, Qu Fenghe's cooking skills are on par with Zhao Ran's, especially the spicy fried muntjac meat he learned, which is even more delicious than Quanzhike's. Zhao Ran's face glowed red and he applauded loudly.
During the dinner, Zhao Ran teased Qu Fenghe: "Have you entered the Yu generation and are now called Qu Yuhe?"
Qu Fenghe curled his lips and said: "This name is too unpleasant. I discussed it with the teacher. The name in the Taoist book is Qu Fengyu."
Wei Zhizhen smiled and said: "Even so, he still finds it unpleasant, so he still asked us to call him Feng He."
After the meal, Qu Fenghe brought a cup of tea and asked Zhao Ran about the problems in his practice. Zhao Ran had been with him for two years and knew his nature very well. He knew how to explain it to make him understand better and helped him on the spot.
Several doubts were resolved, which benefited Qu Fenghe a lot.
There was nothing to do that night, so Zhao Ran had a solid sleep in the Lingjian Pavilion residence. The matter of fighting for the Cave of the Sutra Temple has not been mentioned yet, and Wei Zhizhen and others can't help, so Jiang Tenghe told Zhao Ran not to talk about it for the time being.
, lest things fail and cause an uproar instead, touching the hearts of the brothers.
After dawn, Qu Fenghe continued to practice with Wei Zhizhen, while Zhao Ran began to go through the scene of returning to the mountain every time.
In Qiqiao Forest, Zhu Meng happily introduced Zhao Ran into his thatched cottage. Before entering, Zhao Ran stopped outside the thatched cottage and inspected the thatched cottage where Zhu Meng lived. He pinched the bamboo sticks and pulled them.
I didn't see anything wrong with thatch, so I simply grabbed a handful of thatch, crushed it in my hands, burned it into ashes in my palms, then shook my head and followed Zhu Meng inside.
Zhumeng frowned when he saw it: "Senior brother, what are you doing?"
Zhao Ran said: "It's nothing, just take a look. By the way, congratulations to my junior brother on the success of his elixir pregnancy and receiving the yellow crown!" After saying that, he took out a bamboo box and pushed it over: "This is a small congratulation, please don't dislike it, junior brothers."
Zhumeng took it over and took a look. In this bamboo box, which was about a foot long, the bottom was padded with thick green leaves, and various flowers were arranged into flower baskets on the sides. In the middle, there were twelve balls wrapped in gold foil. They were of very good quality.
Not bad. So I carefully took out one, opened it, and saw that it was the Zhuhuo Lingguo recorded in the "Zhilan Spiritual Medicine Manual"!
The twelve golden balls are exactly the twelve red fire spirit fruits, which are the twelve pills to restore mana!
Zhu Meng sighed and said, "Thank you, Senior Brother Zhao, for such a generous gift, which really makes me a little overwhelmed."
Zhao Ran waved his hand coolly: "It's a small thing, not worth mentioning." This was a small thought he came up with during the "Penglai Immortal Game" formation. The Zhuhuo Lingguo in his finger was extremely boring.
Qing Jun and Granny Qing have provided him with enough for three months, fearing that there will be no less than a few thousand pills.
There are so many spiritual fruits that must be given away as gifts, but taking out baskets one by one is not only uneconomical, but also very expensive. So I came up with such a package, which not only gives a small amount, but also has excellent quality.
It can be called high-end and classy. I took it out for verification today and it really shocked Zhumeng.
Zhumeng accepted the gift and talked about his breakthrough, saying: "Compared to Senior Brother Zhao, my breakthrough this time was really unsatisfactory. I went into seclusion at the beginning of last year, but after two months of meditation, I couldn't make any breakthrough.
I failed to pass the test, so the teacher asked me to be a Taoist practitioner."
"Oh? Junior brothers, how do you feel about walking down the mountain?"
"It's all trivial matters, and I'm bored to death. Talking about seeking enlightenment is not enough to disturb my mind. In November last year, I handed in my errand and returned to Huayun Mountain. Who would have thought that I would meet that...
"
"Which one?"
"Zhou!"
Zhao Ran stood up immediately: "She's back? Junior brother, wait a moment, I'll go first..."
Zhu Meng grabbed Zhao Ran and said, "Don't bother, she left again. She went back to the mountain to live for half a year. She originally wanted to see you, but there was no news from you, so she left again in the first month of this year."
Zhao Ran was stunned for a long time and sighed: "It's fate..."