Chapter 37: Master Tongtian said that Master Duobao would receive...
It is said that when Duobao Zhenren received the jade slip of message from Zhao Gongming, and knew that Tongtian Sect Master was not in seclusion, he reported that Zhao Gongming was going to bring his disciples to pay him a visit.
"Gongming is also a teacher?" Tongtian Sect Master was a little surprised. He raised his hand and calculated for a moment, then smiled and said, "This disciple is a good one."
Zhao Gongming is his outer sect disciple. As a saint, how could he not know the fate of his own disciple?
Originally, Zhao Gongming was not destined to have any direct disciples. The ones who inherited his mantle in the future were the four boys who served him, that is, his registered disciples.
Although he didn't know why his fate had changed, according to his calculations just now, no powerful being had deliberately interfered.
He looked at the fate of his young disciple and saw it was bright and glorious, which indirectly indicated that Zhao Gongming had a bright future.
Tongtian Patriarch ordered, "When they arrive, go directly to Wujiya to see me."
After saying that, he waved his hand, signaling Duobao to leave. Duobao bowed again and left.
After Duobao bowed, he took three obedient steps back before turning and leaving. Tongtian Sect Master felt a little frustrated: Duobao is clearly my disciple, yet he's learned all this rigor from his second brother. Even though we've already separated, he still has to face his second brother all day long. It's so lonely.
Among all the second-generation disciples of the three religions, Duobao was the first to join.
Although Yuanshi Tianzun initially disliked him because he was a demon, he had already taken him back, so he could only teach him well.
It can be said that Duobao's etiquette was taught bit by bit by Yuanshi Tianzun, and is no worse than that of Guangchengzi, the head disciple of the Chan sect.
When the Three Pure Ones separated, the two saints Taiqing and Yuqing were at ease letting Shangqing live alone on Jin'ao Island because he had the polite Duobao by his side.
The next morning, Zhao Gongming told the boys to guard the gate carefully, and then he took his apprentice and flew to Jin'ao Island on a black tiger.
Taoist Duobao came to greet him personally. Zhao Gongming dismounted from the tiger's back and strode forward, calling out, "Brother Duobao, how are you?"
Seeing the other party frown slightly, he chuckled, cleared his throat, and bowed solemnly: "Junior brother Zhao Lang, greetings to Senior Brother Duobao."
He turned around and motioned for Fuli to come forward. Fuli felt a little uneasy when she saw how serious they were. She didn't dare to be negligent at all and respectfully followed her teacher in paying respects. "Disciple Dai Fuli, I pay my respects to my uncle."
Duobao smiled and raised his hand to support him: "Nephew, there is no need to be so polite."
It would have been fine if he didn't laugh, but he laughed so hard that Fu Li's eyelids twitched. She looked at her teacher and asked: Did you offend your uncle, and you took your anger out on me?
Zhao Gongming glared at her fiercely, telling her to behave herself and stop making faces. Fu Li suddenly felt a chill on her back and subconsciously glanced at Duo Bao. She unexpectedly read the word "speechless" on his expressionless face.
At this moment, Fu Li felt that she was just a problem student who was doing something naughty in front of the dean and was unfortunately caught. She could only smile subconsciously, her mind going blank.
——This feeling has not been felt for many years, but she doesn't miss it at all.
Fortunately, Master Duobao didn't argue with her and took out a jade pendant from his sleeve as a gift to Fuli. Fuli didn't dare to look at Zhao Gongming, and took it with both hands, saying, "Thank you, Master."
"Nephew, there's no need to be so polite." Duobao Zhenren replied her very seriously, and then said to Zhao Gongming, "Teacher will see you at Wujiya. Go quickly and don't keep me waiting."
Zhao Gongming was also serious for a rare moment, and he bowed and said, "Thank you for telling me, Senior Brother."
The mounts were taken away and placed by the water and fire boys, and the master and disciple did not use any magic power, but walked to the endless end with just their own feet.
I don't know how far I walked, but only when the shivering feeling completely disappeared did Fu Li dare to breathe a sigh of relief. Hearing the same exhalation next to her, Fu Li suddenly felt amused: "Teacher, so you get scared sometimes too?"
"Nonsense, aren't you afraid?" Zhao Gongming rolled his eyes and cautiously looked back, confirming that Duobao Zhenren had disappeared before he dared to complain. "Tell me, I'm clearly a disciple of Jiejiao, so how come I'm more old-fashioned than those Dao brothers of Xianjiao?"
He didn't even dare to mention Duobao's name, because the other party's cultivation was higher than his, and as soon as he mentioned it, he would sense it.
Fu Li chuckled and said teasingly, "Teacher, you dare to say that about your uncle? Aren't you afraid that he will find out in the future?"
Zhao Gongming waved his hand: "It's okay. As long as you don't say it to my face, Senior Brother Duobao won't mind."
Fu Li asked curiously, "Then what are you afraid of?"
Speaking of this, Zhao Gongming sneered repeatedly: "Haha, he is strict with himself and lenient with others. That was tens of thousands of years ago. When the four of us brothers and sisters first entered the sect, our teacher took us to live in Kunlun Mountain.
Senior Brother Duobao is a loyal supporter of Second Master. If any disciple dares to make a mistake, he will punish them by making them copy the sect rules. Copying alone is not enough, after copying, they must also memorize it, and not just recite it fluently, but randomly check it.
He seemed to be recalling the hard times back then, and his expression twisted involuntarily: "Who's so good as to have to recite the sect rules every day?"
Fu Li was shocked: "No, Teacher, we in Jiejiao still have sect rules?"
As soon as she finished speaking, she heard a chuckle. She turned her head and saw a young man in a green Taoist robe standing on a large rock with his hands behind his back. His clothes were embroidered with lotus flowers, and he carried a long sword on his back. His figure was slender and upright like a jade tree in the wind, and his demeanor was as elegant and graceful as a cloud in the sky.
In her entire two lives, Fu Li had never seen such a peerless and extraordinary person. She was stunned for a moment. It was not until Zhao Gongming reminded her to pay her respects to her master that she suddenly came to her senses and smiled sheepishly.
"Disciple Dai Fuli, I pay my respects to Master."
"Okay, stop being so polite."
He didn't seem to make any movements, but just said this simple sentence, and Fu Li could no longer bow and stood up straight involuntarily.
Zhao Gongming reminded her, "This is the teacher in person, not Brother Duobao. You can put aside your previous tricks."
Tongtian Patriarch nodded, agreeing deeply: "Your uncle Duobao is just too serious. Sometimes when I look at him, I always feel like he is my second brother in person."
He shook his head and said to the two of them, "Follow me." After that, he turned and left, carrying a long sword on his back, with an elegant posture, but he disappeared in a flash.
Fortunately, Zhao Gongming knew the way and led Fu Li up the stone steps on the left, and followed the narrow path to a cliff with turbulent waves.
There was a flat stone on the cliff, just big enough for one person to sit on, and next to it was a chessboard, which seemed to have been formed naturally.
Tongtian Sect Master sat cross-legged on the stone. Seeing her looking at the chessboard, he casually said, "I took that down from the Treasure Fen Cliff that year." He pointed again with his hand, and two cushions appeared on the ground.
It is said to be taking, but in fact, after the Taoist ancestor distributed the treasures to several saints, he allowed those who listened to the teachings to take the things on the treasure cliff at will, and everyone grabbed them based on their ability.
Zhao Gongming sat on the cushion slightly forward and motioned Fu Li to sit on another one.
At this moment, Fu Li had already noticed that Tongtian Sect Master's temperament and appearance were very consistent, between a teenager and a young man.
Generally speaking, people of this age are fearless and pursue originality, and they don't like rules and regulations.
Realizing this, she naturally stopped being afraid. She glanced at Zhao Gongming and said, "Teacher, didn't we bring gifts for our master? Let's present them to him first."
Zhao Gongming suddenly realized something and slapped his forehead in frustration. "Oh, I was so scared by Senior Brother Duobao that I forgot everything. Quick, take out the cakes you made and let your master taste his disciple's cooking skills."
Turning around, he couldn't wait to show off to his teacher: "Your apprentice's cooking skills are excellent. I guarantee that you have never tasted anything like it. Not to mention eating it, you have never even seen it before."
That is true.
Fu Li built a medieval oven at the foot of the mountain. After learning magic, his control over fire became more and more exquisite. After only a few tries, he completely mastered the use of this old-fashioned oven.
With the invention of baking ovens, various modern pastries with moderate sweetness and rich taste naturally appeared in ancient times.
This time when she came to meet Master Tongtian, she specially made four new flavors. Even Hua Jing Yuanjun and Zhao Gongming had never tasted them, let alone others.
Hearing him bragging so much, Tongtian Sect Master's curiosity was immediately piqued. Although he didn't say anything, his eyes were eager to try and contained obvious urging.
Before Fu Li learned the trick of "hiding the secrets in his sleeves", she pulled out a food box from Zhao Gongming's sleeves and took out four plates of pastries.
Because she had made celadon, she specially asked the artisans to make a set of lotus leaf-shaped plates. The four kinds of pastries are milky white, milk yellow, pomegranate red and chicken fat yellow, placed on the emerald green lotus leaves, the color contrast is sharp and visually striking.
Tongtian Sect Master's bony hands moved back and forth over the four plates of pastries. His slender white fingers tried to touch the pastries several times, but retracted themselves the moment they touched the pastries.
"Ah!" He shook his head and sighed, "You made the pastry so beautiful, and it goes so well with the plate, how could I bear to eat it?"
Fu Li smiled and said, "Just eat it. I'll make more for you after you finish eating."
Tongtian Sect Master immediately said, "Then it's a deal!"
The next moment, he pointed as fast as the wind, and ate as fast as the wind, and in almost an instant, only four "lotus leaves" were left on the rock.
Fu Li was stunned.
Tongtian Patriarch was not embarrassed at all and said to her with a smile: "This cake is delicious, but it's too little."
Facing his expectant eyes, the only thing Fu Li could say was: "Disciple can do it again."
"My dear disciple, thank you for your help." Tongtian Sect Leader stretched out his right hand and lightly touched her forehead. Something flowed into her brain along his slightly cold fingertips.
The leader smiled and said, "You are a disciple of my Jie Sect, how could you not know the formation? What I just gave you is the foundation of my Jie Sect's formation, as well as some of the weapon refining experience I gained from discussing the Dao with my second brother. Don't you like making weapons?"
"Thank you, Master." Fu Li was very surprised.
However, the first thing she had to do was build an oven.
The following scene is not easy to show to the public: three generations of grandparents and grandchildren worked together, digging the soil with swords, diverting water and mud, and controlling the fire to make bricks.
After they had enough bricks, Fu Li described the oven's structure and function. Tong Tian Patriarch nodded in understanding, waved his hand, and had the master and apprentice step back. In just half an hour, they had built a prehistoric, fully automatic oven, using formations as circuitry and spiritual energy as fuel.
Thinking about the one at the foot of Mount Emei, and then comparing it with the one in front of him, Fu Li sighed: Cultivating immortals can really change your life.
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