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Changning Valley is located at the junction of Long'an Prefecture and Songfanwei, about 200 miles from Junshan. Zhao Ran rode a donkey and ran westward through Jiangyou County, slightly southward, and then turned north along the northern border of the Chengdu Plain. It took a day to arrive.

Now it is the beginning of spring. The Changning Valley is full of greenery, with lush trees and flowers blooming gradually, making it a beautiful scenery. The valley is named after the Changning Peak. It is sandwiched between the North Peak of Changning and the South Peak of Changning, surrounded by mountains, waterfalls and streams all over the valley. It’s a pity that such a beautiful scenery is without spiritual eyes, otherwise it would have been occupied by people in the practice world, so how could it be as quiet as it is now?

According to Dongfang Jing's flying talisman, Zhao Ran entered from the south entrance, followed the stream water and came to a cliff edge. The stream water splashed down from the cliff, forming a three-story water waterfall. Next to the water waterfall is a wooden pavilion. It looks like it has been through many years of wind and rain. The handwriting on the plaque is so blurred that it is almost impossible to see clearly, and only the word "flow" is vaguely identified.

Dongfang Jing was sitting in the pavilion watching the waterfall, still with the handsome face of a beautiful god. With this feeling and scene, he looked quite fairy-like.

Seeing Zhao Ran looking up at the plaque, Dongfang Jing smiled and said, "Quliu Pavilion, it is said to be built at the end of the Han Dynasty... Come on, Junior Brother Zhao, I will recommend you a few friends."

After Zhao Ran entered the pavilion, Dongfang Jing pointed at a strong man with wide arms and round waist and beard and said, "This is Senior Brother Butcher, who runs a butcher shop. If you want, you can also call him the butcher directly, he is this name."

Zhao Ran hurriedly bowed: "I have met Senior Brother Butcher... The little path Zhao Zhiran is now a blessing to Junshan Temple."

The butcher grinned and found a black and oily pig leg from somewhere and threw it to Zhao Ran: "I just heard Dongfang talk about you, you are good at formations. There are not many people who can get Dongfang's comments. Little Taoist priest, this is a gift for you, you won't dislike it, right?"

Zhao Ran reached out to take it, sniffed hard, and felt the strong fragrance swelling. He immediately drooled off a small strip and opened his mouth and chewed it. While eating, he said, "Good skills!"

The butcher turned to Dongfangjing and laughed: "As you said, he is an open-minded person, and there are not so many things in the Taoist sect!"

Dongfang Jing said to Zhao Ran: "This fumigation leg was made by Senior Brother Butcher with more than a dozen kinds of spiritual herbs. It is rare for ordinary people to see it. Today you have a good taste."

Zhao Ran hurriedly thanked again, happily put away the smoked legs, thinking about going back to taste the five-colored pheasant.

Dongfang Jing pointed to another white-clothed literary man and said, "This is Senior Brother Meng Yanzhen, who calls himself a descendant of the sub-saint. He practiced my Taoism, but he liked to read the Confucian scriptures of Lao Shizi. He didn't want to be an official, so he didn't know why he was going to come."

The scholar in white was holding a volume of Confucian scriptures in his hand, and was enjoying it. After hearing Dongfang Jing's teasing, he just snorted coldly.

Zhao Ran hurriedly bowed: "I have met Senior Brother Meng."

Meng Yanzhen stopped talking and nodded. Continuing to read the scriptures, Zhao Ran identified his eyes and found that the title of the book on the title page was "Shangshu Jinjie". Look at Meng Yanzhen's waist, a sword that was sheathed in the sheath, which was simple and elegant. Two small seal scripts were inscribed - "Gentleman".

Meng Yanzhen is different from the butcher and doesn't care much about Zhao Ran. In contrast, Zhao Ran secretly complained: "Swordsman in white? This image is a mess! Looking at the gentleman's sword again, I suddenly remembered the character in a book who castrated himself by wielding a knife, and couldn't help but secretly laugh.

The four of them sat in the pavilion and continued to wait for others, each without saying a word. Zhao Ran experienced it once last time and knew Dongfang Jing's habits, so he didn't say anything, just looked at the few people.

Dongfang Jing'an couldn't sit still, staring at the waterfalls and streams, like clay sculptures.

From time to time, the butcher took out some strange food from his arms, and drank it with the wine, and his mouth was full of oil. He didn't know where his storage magic weapon was placed, but he kept reaching out to touch it from his open clothes, and then he took out one thing. The wine gourd alone took out five different shapes, and he didn't know how much food he brought.

Zhao Ran thought that if this person met Mr. Chen, wouldn’t he have a tacit understanding? The two really competed, and they could be said to be a pair of good friends. But as he looked at him, Zhao Ran suddenly felt something was wrong. The butcher’s food was too subtle. Zhao Ran carefully distinguished it and suddenly felt that it was not good. Thinking about the bite of smoked leg meat he had just eaten, it seemed that he had also been taken out of that sentence, he felt a little disgusted and dared not look at it again.

Turning his head to see Meng Yanzhen in white, she was much more comfortable, but after reading for a while, she couldn't help but look at it: Why are you pretending to be so powerful! It turned out that Meng Yanzhen held a scroll in her left hand and kept stroking the beard on her chin with two fingers, from her chin to her chest, but in fact his beard was only about an inch.

Zhao Ran simply stopped looking and left Quliu Pavilion, pulled the old donkey who was gnawing leaves at the treetops, tore two pieces of smoked leg meat given by the butcher and stuffed it into the mouth of the old donkey. While feeding it, he was chatting with the old donkey.

The butcher came over with a thud, took out a gourd from the words, poured some wine into his palm to feed the donkey. The old donkey licked the wine, and the butcher curiously wanted to touch the old donkey's mane, but the old donkey was unhappy and left. The butcher laughed and returned to the pavilion to sit down.

There was nothing to say that night, and on the morning of the next day, the two of them were again.

The first one came was a serious Xuanmen Taoist priest, with three golden silk Ruyi sewn on the hem of the green robe. Zhao Ran thought it was a yellow crown, but he was much better than himself. He only had one flame pattern, but he didn't know which pavilion was the embroidered Ruyi?

I heard Dongfang Jing introduce to everyone: "This is my junior brother, Zhang Zhikong, and my uncle Yun Tengmo's high school student."

Zhang Zhikong was not old, about six or seven years older than Zhao Ran, but he was very experienced and very well-mannered. He always had a smile on his face and was quite calm. Even when he was a Taoist priest who was two levels away from Zhao Ran, he put his posture very low when he greeted him, and his bowing was even larger than Zhao Ran, which made Zhao Ran feel a little fond.

But if you want to get close to the trap and be more familiar with each other, it is very difficult. You always feel that there is a layer between you and this Taoist priest Huang Guan and you can't continue to talk deeply.

When Zhao Ran heard that he was from the Yuhuang Pavilion, he wanted to go over and raise his relationship, so he asked a few questions about the Yuhuang Pavilion. Huang Guan answered politely, but when Zhao Ran thought about it later, Zhang Zhikong actually told him nothing, and he still knew nothing about the Yuhuang Pavilion. Based on this alone, Zhao Ran deeply admired: This guy is really a master, and his ability to "refining the void" is superb. In later generations, he is at least at the county level!

The second one came was Rong Niang. As soon as Rong Niang arrived, the Quliu Pavilion was full of spring. This time she changed her clothes. Under the goose yellow double-breasted jacket was a lining with a waist-closed lining. The legs under the thin silk gauze skirt looked pretty, long and straight, and looked full of heroic spirit.

Rong Niang and the other three people did not know each other. After Dongfang Jing introduced him, Quliu Pavilion immediately became a little popular.

The butcher took out a smoked leg from the words and wanted to give it to Rong Niang, but Rong Niang smiled and refused, saying that he didn't like eating meat. Zhao Ran was happy when he heard this. He saw that he had held three barbecue banquets on the south lawn outside the Xianjun Garden not long ago. During those days, Rong Niang ate so unconventional. Her hands and cheeks were covered with oil and bones, and her meat bones were spitting out on the table. At this moment, she said she didn't like meat, and probably felt disgusted when she saw the butcher's actions of picking meat.

Meng Yanzhen couldn't read it anymore, so she closed the book and put it away, walked to Rong Niang, and greeted Rong Niang gracefully. Zhao Ran hadn't heard Meng Yanzhen speak much before. When he heard it, he felt that his teeth were about to be sore. He always said the ancient sages, and from time to time, he said poetry that Rong Niang was very decent and did not speak so sourly. However, the allusions of poetry and books were picked up and talked straight to Meng Yanzhen's heart, just like Boya met Ziqi, and he wanted to talk to Rong Niang.

Only Zhang Zhikong was "not moved by beauty" and treated Rong Niang the same as others. He was very etiquette but as light as clear water, neither humble nor arrogant, neither happy nor angry. Zhao Ran's admiration for him was to a higher level: this guy is so cunning, at least at the level of a department!

After the greetings, Rong Niang came to Zhao Ran and glared at him: "I'm going to Junshan to find you. How dare you leave without waiting for me!"

Zhao Ran blinked: "When did you say you asked me to wait for you?"

"Fei Fu told you! You dare to argue!"

"What you said about Feifu is 'See you then'!"

"Yes, I'll come to see you when the time comes!"

Zhao Ran was stunned: "June snow is flying..." (To be continued, please search for astronomy, novels are better, updated and faster!
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