Filial piety: the supreme emperor

The next morning, in a Lanting pavilion in Xiaoxiang Yayuan.

In front of a small stone table, the little fox Yingying and several other friends - Hongxue, Moxue and the mind-controlling poison mother Baizhi were enjoying breakfast happily. The table was filled with extremely sweet and delicious pure spiritual fruits.

The little fox made a whimpering sound.

Hongxue and Moxue responded to the chirping sounds.

Xiaobai also started to squeak.

They all squinted their eyes, savoring the delicacies while seemingly discussing the taste of these spiritual fruits enthusiastically.

Next to them, four other people were also having dinner, but their atmosphere seemed a little subtle.

Qing'er and Ling'er looked at their wives and Mr. Lu with rather strange expressions.

From the beginning, the couple never spoke, but just lowered their heads to savor the exquisite pastries. Whenever their eyes met, the lady's cheeks would always turn a faint pink.

After a brief silence, Lu Ran looked at the charming and beautiful woman opposite him, Aunt Rong, and said, "Aunt Rong, I will go back to Zixia Sect tonight."

Qu Qirong frowned, raised her head slightly, and asked, "Why are you so anxious?"

When her son said this, Aunt Rong could feel the reluctance beginning to spread in her heart.

She looked at Lu Ran, and he replied, "Because the Six Sects Martial Competition is about to be held, Shishi and I will represent Zixia Sect to go to Qiankun Sect to participate in this competition."

Lu Ran mentioned this, paused for a moment, and frowned again: "In this case, the task of refining the sleeping seal that needs to be done every other day may not be completed on time."

The martial arts competition of the six sects will last for nearly ten days, so it is difficult to ensure that the work of refining the sleeping seal, which needs to be done every two days, can be carried out as planned.

Qu Qirong obviously understood this, and she asked, "Are you talking about the Six Sects Martial Competition in Hidden Mist River?"

She was very clear about the competition among the six sects for the ranking in Hidden Mist River. However, if Lu Ran represented Zixia Sect in the competition, it would mean that refining the Yang Sha contained in the Sealing Curse would become a difficult matter.

However, what Qu Qirong was really worried about was not this, but that she would not be able to see her son for a while.

Just as she was immersed in reluctance and entanglement, Qing'er handed her an item and whispered:

"Madam, a few days ago, Qiankun Sect sent us an invitation letter."

Qu Qirong took the invitation, opened it, and her eyes lit up immediately.

It turns out that every year the six sects’ martial arts competition would invite some big forces to witness it, including Lingbao Pavilion.

However, in the past, Lingbao Pavilion didn't care about such activities at all and had never participated in them.

Qu Qirong smiled with sudden enlightenment, handed the invitation to Lu Ran, and said, "Ran'er, this way we don't have to bother you!"

Lu Ran took the invitation, glanced at it, and asked doubtfully, "Aunt Rong means that you will also participate in the Six Sects Martial Competition this time?"

"Yeah!" Qu Qirong smiled and nodded.

Lu Ran also smiled: "That's good!"

This was undoubtedly a timely arrangement. Originally, he had thought that if he participated in the Six Sects Martial Competition, he would have to take time to go back to Xiaoxiang Yayuan every other night to help Aunt Rong refine the Yang Sha. Although it was troublesome, it was the most appropriate method.

But now that Aunt Rong will go to Qiankun Sect as a witness in the capacity of Lingbao Sect, we can save ourselves from this worry.

After breakfast, Lu Ran accompanied Aunt Rong in painting and chatting, and occasionally they would carve cloud-carved stone albums together.

Just like that, the day passed quickly.

Until it was getting dark, Lu Ran helped Aunt Rong refine the Yang Sha once more.

Perhaps because they were about to separate, Qu Qirong and Lu Ran's kiss was particularly passionate this time.

Her eyes were blurred and she hugged him tightly, as if she wanted to rub him into her body. Her red lips kissed him passionately, trying to pour all her reluctance into this affectionate kiss.

I don't know how long it was before they reluctantly parted.

Lu Ran hugged Aunt Rong's plump and attractive body, breathing in the fresh air, relieving the suffocation he had just felt: "Aunt Rong, I should go back."

Hearing his words, Qu Qirong hummed softly, her eyes revealing a mixture of doting and tenderness. She agreed softly and gently, staring at the familiar figure with infatuation.

"Ran'er, wait a minute!"

Just as Lu Ran opened the door, Qu Qirong, her cheeks still slightly flushed, called him.

Lu Ran stopped and looked at the mature and charming elder in front of him: "What's wrong, Aunt Rong?"

"Ran'er, you are so careless."

"If your master finds traces of lipstick on the corners of your mouth, how will you explain it?"

Qu Qirong raised her head, gave him a reproachful look, and picked up a silk scarf to wipe away the red mark on the corner of his mouth.

Naturally, she didn't want anyone to know about the relationship between her and her own Ran'er, not even his master was an exception.

"Aunt Rong is right!"

Lu Ran smelled the fragrance lingering around his nose, and the face of a mature and beautiful woman appeared before his eyes. He smiled and agreed, feeling that he seemed to have heard these words somewhere before.

However, he still felt a warm feeling in his heart when he felt the care and concern from his elders.

Although the red mark on the lips was also made by this elder, it did not affect the emotional communication between them.

This is a manifestation of the close relationship between the elders and the younger generations. Sometimes this emotion does not need to be said out loud, it can be expressed through words.

But sometimes, such interactions can make people’s minds fuzzy and they become intoxicated.

"After you return to Zixia Sect, don't forget to send me a message to tell me that everything is fine. Got it?"

Qu Qirong wiped off the marks of her lipstick and spoke softly. The scene was like a mother's caring advice to her son when she was about to go on a long journey.

"I understand, Aunt Rong!"

Lu Ran nodded in agreement, then opened the door of his boudoir and returned to his room.

Then, he picked up the little fox Yingying, cast a spell to summon a magic boat, and rushed towards the direction of Zixia Sect.

As for Hongxue and Moxue, they stayed in Xiaoxiang Yayuan.

With them around, the spiritual energy of the entire Xiaoxiang Yayuan will become purer and richer, which will also be beneficial to Aunt Rong's practice and double her efficiency.

The Dharma Boat gradually went away. Qu Qirong withdrew her gaze, called the maid Qing'er, and gave an order with her red lips:

"Qing'er, send a note to Zixia Sect, saying that I will visit in two days to discuss matters of cooperation between the two sects."

"Yes, ma'am!"

Although Qing'er was a little puzzled as to why he didn't discuss the cooperation matters directly with Mr. Lu and had to make another special trip, she still agreed respectfully and turned around to make preparations.

Qing'er understood that there must be a far-reaching intention behind the lady's actions.

Looking at Qing'er's departing figure, Qu Qirong took a sip of the fragrant tea with a deep look in her eyes.

She did have deep considerations behind her visit to Zixia Sect this time.

On the surface, it was to negotiate the cooperation matters between the two groups, but in fact it was to personally express gratitude to Lu Ran's master, Ning Qian.

After all, Ning Qian had been taking care of Lu Ran's daily life for sixteen years.

Now that she has met Lu Ran, as his elder, she should bring generous gifts to express her gratitude according to social etiquette.

In addition, Qu Qirong also wanted to see with her own eyes what the environment was like in the place where Lu Ran had lived for sixteen years...

Relying on the light of the bright moon, Lu Ran drove the magic boat and quickly returned to the back mountain residence of Zixia Sect.

After entering the residence, he first carefully placed the sleeping little fox in his arms in his room, and then he looked at the two adjacent rooms on the left and right.

On the left is the room of the apprentice Li Shishi who looks like a little girl, and on the right is the room of the master Ning Qian.

There were no candles lighted in either room, evidently they had not returned yet.

"Strange, why hasn't Shishi come back today?"

"Did he go to the back cliff to practice in seclusion again?"

Lu Ran frowned slightly, feeling somewhat puzzled. He noticed that Li Shishi had become much more diligent recently.

In the past, he and his master always had to play the strict role and the gentle role respectively in order to convince Li Shishi to practice hard for a period of time.

But now, Li Shishi actually chose to practice in seclusion on her own initiative, and they no longer needed to spend a lot of effort to guide her.

Of course, Lu Ran believed that there must be a reason for this.

Was it because the upcoming Six Sects Martial Arts Competition had inspired her fighting spirit? This possibility was directly ruled out by Lu Ran.

The only reasonable explanation is that she was practicing a unique technique and wanted her little suckling pig pet to grow bigger.

Shaking his head, Lu Ran stopped thinking about this question and walked towards the internal management office of Zixia Sect.

If nothing unexpected happens, Master Ning Qian should be there handling matters.

During the time that Master was in seclusion, a lot of internal affairs of the sect must have accumulated that needed to be dealt with.

As the leader of a sect, many affairs within the sect need to be approved and reviewed personally. How could it be easy?

Sure enough, Lu Ran walked into the Internal Affairs Room and found his master Ning Qian sitting inside working overtime.

"I thought you had forgotten about me, your master, since you had Aunt Rong!"

Hearing footsteps, Ning Qian raised her head and saw that it was her beloved disciple coming. She said with a hint of resentment on her face.

Lu Ran smiled and shook his head: "How could that be?"

He is a filial disciple. How could he only be filial to his aunt and ignore his master?

"I heard that the incident at Xilin Lake that day not only alarmed the mayor of Xilin City because of the stone gate, but also triggered a war. What exactly happened?"

Ning Qian seemed to remember something and asked curiously.

After practicing magical powers with her beloved disciple for a whole night that night, she left Xilin City and returned to Zixia Sect, so she didn't know the specific situation.

"Two people at the Emperor Lord level attempted to seize the stone gate, but they didn't expect that in addition to Li Xun, the Lord of Xilin City, there was also a Spirit Cod King under Xilin Lake."

Lu Ran walked behind Ning Qian, gently kneaded her shoulders, and told her in detail what happened that day, even naming the Lingcod King and telling her everything about the Lingcod clan.

"Descendants of the ancient cod tribe?"

Enjoying the filial massage from her apprentice, Ning Qian half-closed her eyes and said with her red lips slightly parted, "It seems that they must have reached some kind of agreement with Xilin City, otherwise they would not be able to live safely in Xilin Lake."

Lu Ran nodded in agreement: "I guess so too. After all, no matter what, the descendants of the cod are still a demon race."

The relationship between the demon race and the human race is complex and full of contradictions, and can even be said to be in a state of hostility.

Today, the descendants of the Hengcod tribe live in Xilin City. It is impossible to say that the mayor of Xilin City is completely unaware of this.

Of course, if Xi Lingxue hadn’t mentioned the matter of bloodline, Lu Ran would still have thought that the spirit cod in Xilin Lake were just ordinary spirit beasts.

The master and the disciple chatted for a while. Ning Qian looked at the pile of jade slips in front of her and couldn't help but sigh: "Let's not talk about this anymore. I still need to continue to take care of my internal affairs!"

Seeing his master's tired look, Lu Ran felt a little distressed: "Master, why don't you take a rest first, and let me help you with some housework."

Ning Qian showed a gentle smile and stepped aside to make room for him: "You are truly my good disciple, you know how to be filial and considerate!"

Indeed, she was a little tired, especially with all those complicated and trivial things coming one after another.

Lu Ran sat down and began to deal with these jade slips. This was not the first time he helped his master with internal affairs. He had helped before.

This can not only reduce the master's pressure, but also accumulate some filial piety, which is a good thing that kills two birds with one stone.

He flipped through the jade slips, which read:

[The Library hopes to purchase 200 volumes of magical secret books for inner disciples to read and practice. Please approve it, Master! ]

[The Treasure Pavilion plans to purchase 200 magical instruments for inner disciples to exchange with contribution points. Please give your approval, Sect Master.]

[Spiritual Medicine Garden intends to purchase 200 Qingyuan Grass seeds, 200 Wisteria seeds, 200...]

Lu Ran took a rough look at these jade slips and had a rough estimate in his mind. He felt there was no problem, so he ticked the boxes one by one.

Currently, the cooperation between Zixia Sect and Lingbao Pavilion has brought in a huge income from spirit stones, which will naturally enhance the overall strength of the entire sect.

The strength of a sect is not only demonstrated by the level of cultivation of its disciples, but also includes many other aspects such as magic weapons, magical powers, spirit beasts, and cultivation resources.

After a long period of efficient work, Lu Ran has reviewed and approved nearly a hundred jade slips.

Seeing her beloved disciple taking care of her housework seriously, Ning Qian felt a warm feeling in her heart. She took out a cup of ice spirit juice from her ring and asked softly, "Ran'er, drink some ice spirit juice to quench your thirst!"

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