Life passed quickly, and more than two months passed in a blink of an eye. On this day, Zhao Ran was bristling the old donkey with clean water, and Zhou Huai suddenly rushed to the trough room panting.

"Brother Zhao, come back with me!"

"What's wrong? What happened?"

"Newcomers are finally coming to the yard!"

Zhao Ran grabbed Zhou Huai's sleeve and asked anxiously: "How many?"

Zhou Huai smiled and showed three fingers. Zhao Ran jumped up on the spot and clenched his fists hard. He hurriedly wiped the old donkey's body with cloth, and then followed Zhou Huai to the yard.

There were already many people who cleaned the room in the yard, even Jiao Tan and Fatty Jia who went to the water room and the fire room were there. Everyone, led by Guan Er, surrounded Zhao Ran and congratulated him.

Zhao Ran exchanged a few greetings with everyone and asked, "When will the newcomer come?"

Guan Er smiled and said, "I have come here and I've gone to Zhou Tou to celebrate. Congratulations to Brother Zhao, I can finally leave the house."

Zhao Ran sighed, "I've been busy for four months, so it's really not easy to count."

While talking, Zhou Hutou brought three teenagers in. They looked only sixteen or seven years old. The three followed Zhou Hutou and looked at the people in the yard with curiosity.

Zhou said, "Zhao Ran, pack up your belongings, move the house out, and you can change to live elsewhere."

Zhao Ran greeted Zhou Toutou: "Thank you for your care over the past few days, Zhao Ran is very grateful."

Zhou Yun smiled slightly: "You don't have to be polite, you are also capable, it's very rare."

Zhao Ran went back to the house to pack his clothes, put in a package, and asked Guan Er after coming out: "Brother Guan Er, which room do I live in?"

Guan Er shook his head and smiled, "Don't ask me, it's not here anyway."

Zhao Ran was stunned: "Ah? Don't live here? Where do you live?"

Guan Er said: "I'll know after a while."

Zhao Ran was a little confused. Seeing that everyone was just laughing, no one explained to him, and he couldn't figure out what these people were selling.

While he was thinking about it, another servant came over and said to Zhao Ran, "Zhao Ran, go to the backyard quickly, Song Xunzhao wants to see you."

Zhao Ran came to the backyard, and Song Zhiyuan was waiting for Zhao Ran in his own hall. This time, he did not sit behind the table, but sat cross-legged beside the wooden table and quietly savored tea. Opposite the wooden table was another soft cushion, and there was an empty tea cup on the wooden table.

Song Zhiyuan reached out and told Zhao Ran to sit down. To be honest, Zhao Ran had a headache with his legs crossed together. Every time he sat cross-legged, his legs were sore and numb, and he couldn't get enough time. However, the Taoist priests in the Taoist temple sat like this on weekdays - sitting skills is also one of his homework, so he could only learn to adapt slowly.

No matter how headaches were, Zhao Ran was still very happy to sit opposite Song Zhiyuan. It was obvious that Song Zhiyuan had significantly improved his specifications this time, and he was able to drink tea opposite Song Dazhao, which was very respectful to tell him.

"This tea comes from Baima Mountain, which is very rare. You can taste it." Song Zhiyuan invited Zhao Ran to drink it together.

Zhao Ran straightened up and first added it to Song Zhiyuan. Then he lit it into his teacup and sipped it slowly. Sure enough, there was a fragrance that was endless aftertaste.

"Zhao Ran, it's been four months since I entered Wujiyuan?" Song Zhiyuan took a sip of tea and asked casually.

Zhao Ran quickly put down the teacup, bowed slightly, and replied: "About it, there are twelve days in four months."

Song Zhiyuan nodded slowly: "In the past four months, you have performed very well. You are down-to-earth, calm, without frivolousness, and you are willing to think about others, be anxious about others' urgent needs and the whole thoughts of others, and be respected by firemen."

After hearing the other party praise him like this, Zhao Ran was naturally happy and said modestly: "There are still many shortcomings. I hope the patrol will give you more tips."

Song Zhiyuan smiled and said, "Don't be humble, your reputation is excellent. Zhou Zhixiu said that in more than two months, you have completed all the sweeping responsibilities by yourself, which shows that it is indeed a person who can endure hardships..."

Zhao Ran said intimately, Old Taoist, Brother Donkey, I will take this credit first for you.

Song Zhiyuan said again: "The most rare thing is that you are still very clean and have a rest every ten-day day. I have never heard of you going to the ** Music Hall..."

Zhao Ran recalled that he had never been there, but it was not that he didn't want to go, but that he really lived a fulfilling life and had no time to go. Every time he had a rest, he would either take him to study calligraphy and painting, or attend Yaji Garden, or go to find the old Taoist, fishing, climbing mountains, bragging, or spanking. If there wasn't, then he would rather lie on the bed and hold his head to sleep and restore his spirits - the sweeping responsibilities that are upside down day and night are so tiring.

“…I have never heard of you being a gambling scene…”

Zhao Ran's face turned red. He had never been to the gambling table, but the bet was so large that no one in the entire Wujiyuan could compare!

"You are extraordinary in any aspect of the sweeping, and no one can question this. This time, the introduction of new people in the courtyard coincided with the end of the restaurant, and Lao Li returned home. I thought about it again and again, and you can fill it in the restaurant."

This sentence surprised Zhao Ran. The ward had eight houses in total, including the clean house and the poorest house, the water house, the fire house, the mill house, and the trough house, while the food house and the vegetable house were the most oily. Especially since Guo Caitou, the manager of the vegetable house, had aged, decided to go back to his hometown to practice at home. Gradually, he was in charge of the food house, and the food house was in charge of the food house, so the fireworks in the restaurant were the most relaxed, but the kickbacks were the most rewarding.

While surprised, Zhao Ran hesitated and said, "But I have only been in the hospital for more than four months, and my qualifications are too shallow, and there is absent from the dining room. As usual, my colleagues who clean the room should make up for it..."

Song Zhiyuan waved his hand and smiled and said, "You are still so kind, but if you always do this, you will easily suffer a loss. To be honest, choosing you to move a restaurant is not only my consideration, but also an unanimous recommendation from the Jingfanghuoju. You don't need to worry about this."

"Ah?" Zhao Ran didn't understand and asked, "Unional recommendation?"

"Yes, this afternoon, I will be in the second day of the Qingfang Huogong. I will bring all the fireworks lay Buddhists to my house to recommend it. They all said that I hope you will make up for the gap in the vacant dining room this time. Speaking of which, this is the first time I have seen this situation in my life..."

Zhao Ran was stunned for a moment, grateful in his heart, and sighed: "Shame, what can Zhao Ran do?..."

Song Zhiyuan smiled and shook his head, sucked the teacup, hesitated for a moment, and lowered his voice: "Is there any news about the great master recently?"

Zhao Ran shook his head. He realized last time that Song Xunzhao seemed to have something to ask Chu Yangcheng for help, but unfortunately he had no way to ask for help, so he wanted to try this way through his own path. It was a pity that Chu Yangcheng didn't take him seriously at all, but he was afraid he couldn't help Song Zhiyuan.

Song Zhiyuan was not discouraged and just said, "I have found out where the Yuhuang Pavilion is. It should be in Wushan in the east of Sichuan. It takes some more time to find the specific location. If you are interested, please help me pay attention... Actually, it is not a big deal. I have a niece of my family. I regard it as a relative daughter. Last year, I went to Huayun Pavilion to practice Taoism. I accidentally violated the rules of my master. Now I am afraid of being punished by my master and dare not return to the museum..."

Don’t refuse anything in person. This is the principle of dealing with people. Zhao Ran’s efforts in this regard are very good. At this moment, he knew that he could not help, but he pretended to ask with concern: “Oh? But he didn’t know the name of the niece of the Xunzhao family? Who is her master?”

"My niece is named Song Yuqiao, and the name of the Taoist sect is called Yu, but our ten directions of the jungle are different from their descendants' temples, so there is no need to say much about this. Her master is Lin Zhijiao, and her Taoist name is Yungu. Yes, if you can get to the great refiner, you may have some room for improvement."

Zhao Ran nodded: "I understand, don't worry too much about the patrol. If I have the chance to see the great master again, I will do my best to speak out."

The Taoist sect has two forces. One is the ten directions of the world that controls the secular world, that is, the palace courtyard; the other is the temple of descendants who practice Taoism, which is the hall palace that Taoists often call. The palace courtyard is more like an official office. There is no master, only a duty, but the hall palace is completely different. It is necessary to teach real skills. Every Taoist priest must worship a master in order to be taught with all his heart.

Therefore, it is absolutely no joke that Song Zhiyuan said that his niece was afraid of punishment from his master and did not dare to turn back to the Taoist sect. In the temple of descendants, Taoists can certainly become worshipped under the names of different masters as their cultivation level improves, but they must not be disobeyed in front of the masters of the sect, otherwise it is common to kill them.

Yuhuang Pavilion is the place where the entire Sichuan area is governed by the descendants temple, and its status is higher than that of Huayun Pavilion. If Chu Yangcheng could speak, that "Yun Gu" would definitely give some face.

But Zhao Ran doesn't need to think about this problem for the time being. Chu Yangcheng doesn't like him, and he can't even see him, let alone plead for others?
Chapter completed!