Zhu Qingsheng was very impressed. He didn't expect that the scholar could taste the careful taste after eating only one of them. He also knew where he had put it on before. His voracious devour was indeed impossible to compare with him.

The scribe continued, "This is too much. We say that the six kinds of fruits are Qingshen Bodhi seeds, red heart flowers full of beads, three inches of sesame seeds, soft mouth rice, green lotus seeds, and dew fruits. The ingredients are good, and they taste sweet but not greasy, just in line with the taste of the lady."

Zhu Qingsheng heard him tell the story, and each fruit that he had never heard of before also said one by one, admiring and surprised. He could not have thought that a pastry could be made of so many fruits, which made Li Wuhua’s identity look noble and extraordinary. Hearing this scholar say, he is more suitable to eat the six fruit honey flower cake. He said immediately: "What the gentleman said is extremely admired. Why don’t you invite the gentleman to accept this honey flower cake?"

The essay said, "Oh, did I say the wrong thing? Don't care, little boy."

Zhu Qingsheng quickly shook his head and said, "No, it's just that the boy has little knowledge, but he will ruin it after eating it. Since the gentleman understands it, he is hundreds of times better than the boy, please take it."

Seeing that his face was sincere and not as hypocritical and polite, the scholar had changed a little about his feelings for him, and said, "How dare you? Since this is given to the young lady by the young lady, how can you possess it? Eating one is enough. I don't know that the young master's name is the one who will be destined to be the next day, so I may see you again."

Zhu Qingsheng replied: "Boy Zhu Qingsheng is not worth mentioning, so I dare to ask the teacher for his name."

The scribe chuckled and said, "My surname is Ran, the famous saying is Mao, and he is polite."

Zhu Qingsheng read it silently twice, remembered his name, and suddenly remembered something, and said embarrassedly: "Do you know how much June is today? I'm confused and forgot."

Ran Yanmao said: "Today's ninth day of the sixth lunar month is almost there." When he talked about the date, he looked into the distance, as if he had thought of something.

Zhu Qingsheng said: "What's going to be soon?"

Ran Yanmao was stunned and murmured, "July 15th..." As soon as he said this, he suddenly realized something was wrong and hurriedly said, "I'm talking nonsense, don't take it seriously, young master."

Zhu Qingsheng's heart was shocked. July 15th was when the Ghost Gate of Fengdu was opened. At that time, a hundred ghosts came out. The scholar Ran Yanmao said what he did. Just as he was about to inquire about something, a faint green light flashed across the corner of his eyes and disappeared. Zhu Qingsheng turned around and looked, there was nothing.

Ran Yanmao saw the green light, and a look of surprise flashed in his eyes. He patted Zhu Qingsheng on his shoulder twice and said, "Young Master, I am so happy today. But if you have important things in your lower body, you can't spend a long time with me. Let's leave here."

Zhu Qingsheng said: "Well, I'm really happy to meet Mr. Today. I hope I can meet Mr. One day."

Ran Yanmao smiled and said, "I will definitely do it, young master, let's leave here."

Zhu Qingsheng nodded and took two steps. He remembered that Ran Yanmao had a lot of knowledge and could not tell where the pine and cypress Taoist temple was. He quickly turned around and asked, "Sir, I want to ask something, do you know where there is a Taoist temple? There are two kinds of pine and cypress trees in front of the door, which may have been a bit old."

Ran Yanmao frowned and thought for a while, murmured, "Pine Cypress? Pine Cypress?" After pondering for a while, he said, "Well, when I came, I met a Taoist temple, which was in a mountain more than ten miles away to the west, but no one lived there, so it should be abandoned."

Zhu Qingsheng was just asking subconsciously, but he didn't expect that the scribe really knew it. He couldn't help but be overjoyed and thanked him quickly: "Thank you, sir."

Ran Yanmao said, "It's okay. If the young master wants to go there, follow this road and walk westward. After more than ten miles, the first mountain I met will arrive."

Zhu Qingsheng said: "Thank you, thank you very much. I am very grateful to you. If it weren't for the guidance of the teacher, I would have been looking for it for a while."

Ran Yanmao unfolded his folding fan, revealing a picture of a hundred flowers blooming with colorful flowers on it, with flowers blooming in all directions, and said with a smile: "While it's still early, young master should hurry up as early as possible."

"Thank you." Zhu Qingsheng glanced at the picture of the hundred flowers, and was about to turn around and leave, but then he heard Ran Yanmao say: "The road ahead is uneven, young master should be careful."

Zhu Qingsheng was shocked. His words seemed to have some profound meaning. When he turned around, he saw that there was nothing behind him. Ran Yanmao had long disappeared.

Zhu Qingsheng was completely stunned.

Unexpectedly, the scholar Ran Yanmao looked at Wenwen who was weak and turned into a martial arts master. He disappeared in a blink of an eye. Zhu Qingsheng thought of the folding fan with flowers blooming, and secretly wrote down the scholar Ran Yanmao, and turned around and headed west.

The sun gradually turned westward, and the afternoon sun became even more vicious and hot. Zhu Qingsheng was thirsty when he walked away. He imitated Ran Yanmao and put the remaining six fruit honey cakes into his mouth and tasted them one by one, but he never tasted the six kinds of flowers and fruits inside. He was so ashamed.

After walking a few miles, I saw a mountain in front of me appearing in front of me. I could still see the pine trees growing on the top of the mountain. Zhu Qingsheng smiled and Ran Yanmao said really well. Thinking that the pine and cypress Taoist temple was right in front of me, Zhu Qingsheng was refreshed and rushed over quickly.

Turning around the corner, a stream winds down the mountain and flows gurgling. Zhu Qingsheng has been on the road for a long time and is already thirsty by the sun. Seeing this, he hurried forward and took two mouthfuls of stream water and poured it into his mouth. He suddenly felt much cooler.

He was drinking when he suddenly heard a cold voice saying, "Boy, this stream is good."

The sound was so familiar. Zhu Qingsheng looked up and saw two people standing opposite the stream, Guan Yunzhu and Qi Yunfei who had not seen for a long time.

Unexpectedly, today I met the three uncles and nephews of the Buddhist altar one after another. Zhu Qingsheng was surprised. However, after experiencing so many things, Zhu Qingsheng is no longer the young boy he used to be. He slowly held the handle of the Kuiyang umbrella behind him and said in a deep voice: "It's really good. It's just right to relieve anger, but seeing that the two of them are more angry than me, they should drink more."

Guan Yunzhu smiled sinisterly and said, "I haven't seen you for so many days, but you still have such a hard mouth. It seems that I really want to discipline you for your master. Junior brother, do you think so?"

Qi Yunfei was unwilling to move, especially in the sun. He was very obese. When he was exposed to the sun, his sweat had already come out. He was very unhappy with Guan Yunzhu. He had to say, "Yes, yes, this kid wants his senior brother to teach him a lesson."

Guan Yunzhu pulled out the copper stick, stepped along the stream step by step, and said ruthlessly: "Boy, that day I thought you died in that deserted town and could never change your bad temper. I was a little angry. I didn't expect that you were living well now, and that would be the best."

(End of this chapter)
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