Feng Jun is ultimately soone who cares about face, and since everyone has elevated him to this position, he can’t remain indifferent.
He pondered for a mont and asked, "So according to you, we’re supposed to host this conference in turns?"
"That’s for sure," Feng Zhizhang from Taibai nodded, "How else can we showcase the profound heritage of the Daoist Sects? The Buddhist Sect has rely four famous mountains, while the Daoist Sects boast ten major Cave Heavens, thirty-six minor Cave Heavens, and seventy-two blessed lands."
Feng Jun thought he made sense and nodded, "Alright then, I’ll support you guys, but Luohua will definitely not bid for it."
"But Luohua has to take the lead," Qing Xiaozi said earnestly, "If it really doesn’t work, we can na it ’Luohua Cup’ or sothing, and Luohua can keep the naming rights."
Feng Jun helplessly glanced at him. Indeed, getting old makes one muddle-headed, he said helplessly with a smile, "A Daoist friend, Senior Qing Xiao, Elder Qing Xiao... Luohua really can’t beco more famous."
"We only have two requirents," Dong Zenghong spoke up; indeed, the thinking from the Guiguzi lineage is more reliable, "First, Luohua publicly supports our demands, and second... Luohua can choose not to send any disciples to participate, but should send judges."
"The third one... this is an additional request; it would be nice if Luohua could provide so prizes."
"Natural treasures, Spirit Stones, cancer quotas, ordinary cultivation techniques... or Luohua’s recruitnt slots, these can all be negotiated."
"You’re indeed worthy of being from the Guiguzi family," Feng Jun looked at him with a mix of laughter and tears, "Two requests turned into three without realizing it... Aren’t these rewards supposed to be provided by the host?"
Dong Zenghong replied solemnly, "We’re not hosting an Olympic Gas, to control the impact, it can only be internal exchanges. We won’t sell many tickets, the host can certainly provide prizes, but for generous prizes... we can only rely on Luohua."
People who know how to talk are indeed different; Feng Jun thought about it for a mont, then decisively nodded, "Alright then, the rise and fall of the Daoist Sects is everyone’s responsibility, I’ll do my part... Just take it easy on , don’t get into trouble."
Feng Zhizhang’s eyebrows raised, and he excitedly said, "I knew our big master wouldn’t let down. So for the first conference, what do you plan to sponsor? Don’t get wrong... we plan to host the first one at Maoshan, the second at Luofu Mountain."
The relationship between Luohua and Maoshan is well-known in the Huaxia Daoist Sect. The earliest spiritual spring revival happened at Maoshan, and Tang Wenji, the young and beautiful Little Celestial Master of Maoshan, often stayed at Luohua for ten days at a ti... Is there a need to ntion this?
As for the second conference at Luofu Mountain, Feng Jun can guess the reason—Qing Xiaozi is heading towards his nineties, despite his current energetic state, nobody can say for sure if he’ll last until the third conference.
"You’ve already got it all planned, huh," Feng Jun chuckled, not minding it—since Luohua doesn’t intend to host anyway, "Then for the first one, I’ll sponsor the Shadowless Stick Technique. Gazi also knows how to use it, you’ve seen him use it."
"Stick techniques aren’t very appropriate," Dong Zenghong chid in; people from the Guiguzi lineage are truly adept at calculations, he’s not the least bit afraid of upsetting Feng Jun, "It’s better to sponsor a basic cultivation technique... For the first one, it needs to set a good start."
Feng Jun glanced askew at him, "Daoist friend Dong, aren’t you generous ... with soone else’s resources."
"Haha," Dong Zenghong chuckled, "Then I won’t argue, okay? But won’t Tang Wenji still have to argue with you then?"
"Makes sense," Feng Jun nodded with a smile, a rare intelligent person indeed, "Then let her argue with ... I will sell her a favor; she’ll be more grateful, surely better than selling it to you."
Dong Zenghong didn’t get annoyed and nodded with a smile, "Alright then, no problem... So, for the first conference, if Mountain Master Feng confirms sponsoring a set of cultivation techniques or skills, can we go and promote it?"
After settling this matter, the four of them took their leave, and Feng Jun looked at their backs, lightly sighed, and shook his head, "With great power cos great responsibility? Haha... You can co out now, what is it?"
A graceful figure erged from the side, none other than Yu Qingzhu. She spoke softly, "I also want to cultivate."
What are you fussing about? Feng Jun looked at her impatiently but couldn’t help being startled—an outfit of goose-yellow dress?
It was late February in the lunar calendar, but in the past seven or eight days, Zhengyang had been without wind or rain, and the weather was sowhat early sumr. Wearing a dress at noon was quite normal.
However, what startled him was this outfit giving him a sense of déjà vu—it seed like the first ti he saw her, she was in a yellow dress.
Although it had been a long ti and he had mostly forgotten, he had to admit, that mont of amazent was deeply etched in his mind—the long slender goose-yellow, a flower fairy-like appearance.
So, his deeply buried mory slightly resurfaced, and now he really could say whatever he thought of without any pretense, "No need to go all out... Actually wearing the clothes from when you first t ?"
Upon hearing this, Yu Qingzhu imdiately beca furious; what do you an by that?
But the next mont, she felt struck by an intense emotion, an emotion called sweetness.
With your pride, you actually rember what I wore the first ti we t? I can’t even recall!
But won have a far superior mory for clothes than n, even though they have much more clothes than n.
She thought for a mont and rembered that sumr was very hot. She seed to have bought a light yellow dress from Saint Laurent, which she wore three tis because of its high reputation.
She rembered... that dress had been touched by a sleazy gym coach, so she gave it away.
Otherwise, she might have worn it a fourth ti—though that possibility wasn’t very high.
Her mory is astonishing, so she humd softly, "That dress had fringe trim, this one doesn’t... Mountain Master Feng, I wear my clothes at most three tis, I don’t quite understand what you an."
At most three tis? Feng Jun was montarily confused as he thought about the won he knew—okay, it seems they were like that too, especially Xiao Caixin, who never washed her clothes.
Yang Yuxin was sowhat an exception, her clothing was relatively steady, and she would often boast, saying things like, "I’ve worn this coat five or six tis already..."
You have to admit, n really don’t understand won’s spending habits, so he straightforwardly replied, "Did I rember wrong? Then I’m sorry, I have a deep impression of that sumr, it was the first ti I got fired... life beca very different."
Yu Qingzhu certainly wouldn’t mind if he rembered incorrectly. In fact, she knew that guys were generally careless about won’s clothes—only girls can truly see the difference between two dresses.
If a guy really noticed, it could only prove that he hangs around girls all the ti.
So she smiled gently, "I’m sorry about that firing; I didn’t handle it well enough and shouldn’t have let you suffer the grievance."
The arrogance and prejudice between the two had existed for a long ti and had never been talked about so openly before.
Feng Jun was now willing to talk because he no longer needed to care about these things and could face the feelings he had back then.
And Yu Qingzhu was because he vaguely rembered what she wore when they first t three years ago, which was more moving than many words of love—he really rembered the mont they first t.
As for not rembering whether there was tassel or not, that’s a technical issue, so she was very magnanimous.
"No need to apologize," Feng Jun quickly disentangled himself from certain emotions, "I’ve said that my life beca different because of it. Are you saying you want to take as your ntor? I think with your qualifications, you should develop in officialdom, and... my ntoring fee is expensive."
"I want to take you as my ntor," Yu Qingzhu firmly stated, "cost is not an issue, I don’t like being an official... it’s too exhausting."
Feng Jun felt a slight reverberation, "Finally, you’re willing to tell yourself; before, it was always your family talking to about it."
"I know I didn’t do well before," Yu Qingzhu candidly admitted her faults. It might be because she had grown up, or perhaps because she found that Feng Jun rembered her from three years ago and felt a stirring of emotion.
Anyway, she found him much more agreeable now, so she spoke honestly—she really didn’t know how to be pretentious, which was how the misunderstandings between them arose, "This ti I want to say that I really want to cultivate... willing to pay any price."
Yu Qingzhu still did not fully understand what the Interdiate State of Transcendence ant, but she had scatteredly heard that Innate Experts could fly, and people at the Transcendence Stage could also fly—compared to things in officialdom, cultivation attracted her more.
The "any price" she ntioned, of course, ant any price—having lived in the front yard for so many years, could she be unaware of the affairs in the back?
Yes, she longed for a life where she could freely fly across the sky without any external help.
Feng Jun was also stirred emotionally; matters of sentint cannot be explained, just like he couldn’t forget that glimpse of light yellow from three years ago—he once thought he had forgotten, but... damn it, he rembered again.
However, he thought he should be happy. Most people, when recalling the past, only find regret and bewildernt. How many can truly make up for missed opportunities?
If following his true feelings, he should accept Yu Qingzhu as his disciple now—she was no longer proud, not only apologized but also was willing to pay "any price."
Yet, after all, things were different now... after thinking for a while, he spoke, "I consider aptitude when accepting disciples."
"Fine," Yu Qingzhu nodded, smiling softly, "if my aptitude isn’t enough, I won’t bother you in the future... my family won’t bother you either, I promise."
She had previously apologized but still retained her pride.
Your pride is nothing but what your clan cultivated! Feng Jun smiled, too lazy to point it out.
Moreover, he had his own bias chain—does it matter if your family harasses or not? Have they reached the Qi Refinent Realm?
So he took out his mobile phone and swiped it around; he hadn’t tested Yu Qingzhu’s aptitude, but he didn’t expect any surprises.
However, the next mont, he frowned and picked up the walkie-talkie, "Cai Xin, where are you?"
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