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 on a donkey, crossing Jiangyou County to the west, slightly to the south, and then turned north along the northern boundary of the Chengdu Plain. He arrived in one day.
Now is the beginning of spring. The Changning Valley is full of greenery, the trees are lush, and the flowers are gradually blooming, creating 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 and filled with waterfalls and streams. 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.
According to 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 water splashes down from the cliff, forming a triple waterfall. Next to the waterfall is a wooden pavilion. It looks like it has been exposed to wind and rain for countless years. The writing on the plaque is so blurry that it is almost unclear, and only the word "liu" 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 round waist and a full beard and said: "This is Senior Brother Butcher, who runs a butcher shop. If you want, you can just call him Butcher, that's his name. "
Zhao Ran hurriedly bowed his head and said: "I have met Senior Brother Tu Zhao Zhiran, the little Daoist, is now the Junshan Temple Zhu."
The butcher grinned widely and took out a black and oily pork leg from nowhere, and threw it to Zhao Ran: "I just heard Dongfang talking about you. 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 fragrance. 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 was busy and thanked him. He happily put away the smoked legs and thought about going back to give the golden pheasant a taste.
Dongfang Jing pointed to another scribe in white and said: "This is Senior Brother Meng Yanzhen. He 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. He doesn't know why he's here." Zai."
The scribe in white was holding a volume of Confucian scriptures in his hand and was reading it with interest. When he heard Dongfang Jing's teasing, he just snorted coldly.
Zhao Ran quickly saluted: "I've met Senior Brother Meng."
Meng Yanzhen didn't say anything, nodded, and continued reading the scriptures. Zhao Ran stared at it and recognized it. The title on the title page was "The Modern Interpretation of Shangshu". Looking at Meng Yanzhen's waist, there is a sheathed sword. The scabbard is simple and elegant, with two small seals inscribed on it - "Gentleman".
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 sucks! Looking at the gentleman's sword again, I suddenly thought of a character in a certain book who wielded a sword to kill himself in the palace, and I couldn't help but feel secretly happy.
The four people sat in the pavilion and continued to wait for someone, each of them silent. Zhao Ran had experienced it once last time and knew Dongfang Jing's habit, so he didn't say anything and just looked at a few people furtively.
Dongfang Jingan sat still, staring at the waterfall and stream, like a clay sculpture.
From time to time, the butcher took out some strange food from his arms and drank it with wine until his mouth was full of oil. I don¡¯t know where his storage magic weapon is placed. I saw him constantly reaching out from the open lapel of his clothes, fishing it down, and fished out something. He fished out five different shapes in the wine gourd alone. I don¡¯t know how much food I brought.
Zhao Ranxin said that if this man met Mr. Shen, wouldn¡¯t he have a tacit understanding with him? The two of them are really good friends. But as he looked at it, Zhao Ran suddenly felt that something was wrong. The butcher's position in picking up the food was too subtle. Zhao Ran looked carefully and felt bad. Then he thought about the bite of smoked ham he just ate. It seemed that it came from those words. When he fished it out, he felt vaguely disgusted and didn't dare to look at it anymore.
Turning his head to look at Meng Yanzhen, who was wearing white clothes, 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 held a scroll in his left hand and kept stroking the beard on his chin with two fingers of his right hand, from his chin to his chest. But in fact, his beard was only an inch.
Zhao Ran simply stopped looking, walked out of the meandering pavilion, pulled over the old donkey that was nibbling 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 said something.He came over, took out another gourd from Hua'er, poured some wine into his palm and fed it to the donkey. The old donkey licked the wine clean. The butcher wanted to touch the old donkey's mane curiously, but the old donkey was not happy and walked away. The butcher laughed loudly and went back to sit in the pavilion.
There was no conversation that night, and on the morning of the next day, two more people arrived.
The first one to come was a serious Taoist priest, with three golden Ruyi sewn on the hem of his green robe. Zhao Ran took a look and realized that this person was Huang Guan, much stronger than him. He only had a flame pattern, but he didn't know which cultivator this Ruyi was embroidered on?
Dongfang Jing was introduced to everyone: "This is my fellow junior fellow student, Zhang Zhikong, who is my senior uncle Yuntengmo's student."
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 more deeply than Zhao Ran, which made Zhao Ran very fond of him.
It¡¯s just that it¡¯s very difficult to get close and familiar with each other. I always feel that there is a layer between me and this Taoist priest Huang Guan, and I can¡¯t talk deeply.
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 Nothing was told to him, and he still knew nothing about Jade Emperor Pavilion. Based on this alone, Zhao Ran was deeply impressed: This guy is really a master, his ability in "refining the void" is superb, and in future generations, he will be at the county level at least!
The second person to come was Rong Niang. As soon as Rong Niang arrived, the meandering pavilion was filled with spring. She changed her outfit this time. Under her light yellow double-breasted gown was a waist-cinching lining, and her legs under her gauze skirt looked long and straight, making her look very heroic.
Rong Niang and the other three people didn¡¯t know each other. After Dongfang Jing introduced them, they immediately gained some popularity in Quliu Pavilion.
The butcher took out a smoked leg from there 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 overjoyed when he heard this. How pitiful he was. Not long ago, he held three barbecue feasts on the south lawn outside the Xianjun Garden. In those days, Rong Niang ate so shamelessly that her hands and cheeks were full of You Xingzi, meat and bones spat all over the table. Now that I said I don¡¯t like meat, I must have felt disgusted 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 and greeted her gracefully. Zhao Ran had never heard Meng Yan really speak before, but when he heard it now, he felt that his teeth were about to be sore. He kept referring to the ancient sage's words and poems from time to time. However, Rong Niang responded very appropriately and did not speak. It was so full of soreness, but allusions from poems and books were readily available, and Meng Yan's straightforward conversation made Meng Yan really happy, just like Boya meeting Ziqi, wishing he could have sex with Rong Niang.
Only Zhang Zhikong was "unmoved by beauty" and treated Rong Niang just like everyone else. He was polite but as gentle as water, neither humble nor overbearing, neither happy nor angry. Zhao Ran's admiration for him went to a higher level: This Sicheng Mansion is really deep, at least at the level of department and bureau level!
After the greetings were over, 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 then. See you in Junshan!"
Zhao Ran was stunned: "It's snowing in June"
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