Zhang Quan sighed: "I was going to tell you tonight."

"Tell them." Old man Nanfeng said.

Zhang Quan then said slowly.

It turned out that Zhang Quan was also a poor orphan who was abandoned by his parents when he was young.

His master was named Wang Dao, and he was a Taoist priest from Longhu Mountain. However, since the Four Old Movement, he left Longhu Mountain and came to settle on the mountain in Gangmen.

That winter, the cold wind raged. Wang Dao went down the mountain to buy winter supplies and picked up Zhang Quan, who was still a baby next to the garbage dump.

Return to the mountains, grow, practice Taoism, and start a master.

Everything was so ordinary. After learning, Zhang Quan was only sixteen years old. With the ambition to help the world, he went down the mountain with joy.

But as soon as he walked down the mountain, he met a group of robbers, snatched all his luggage and seriously injured him.

Many people passing by just stood far away and watched, and no one dared to rescue him.

The master always told him that most of the good people in this world are good people, but Zhang Quan, who had just gone down the mountain, saw a world where everyone was selfish.

Fortunately, he did not choose to fall into depravity, but chose to go to the mainland to attend a police academy, determined to become a ghost-exorcist who eliminates evil and kills demons.

As he wished, Zhang Quan was admitted to a police academy in the mainland with excellent results and graduated early. Before he could break out of a world, he learned that his master was seriously ill.

And at this critical moment, Yan Ning appeared, like Zhang Quan's life-saving straw.

Legend has it that the ghost doctor in Wumen of Maoshan can cure the world. Perhaps Yan Ning has a method to cure the serious illness?

Speaking of this, Zhuang Xiaoya pulled Yan Ning's sleeve and said in his ear: "Zhang Quan has also helped us a lot this time. Anyway, we are not in a hurry to return to the mainland. Why do you want to follow him back to the mountain to see his master?"

Zhang Quan also cast an expectant look at Yan Ning.

Yan Ning naturally had no objection. After that night's battle, Zhang Quan proved his value with his actions and gained Yan Ning's recognition. Moreover, Zhuang Xiaoya has spoken out for Zhang Quan to speak.

Yan Ning was about to agree, but Nan Feng waved his hand and said, "No, the king has gone to the immortal."

"What?!" Zhang Quan widened his eyes and couldn't help but shout.

"I just calculated it. If you don't believe me, look at your phone." Old man Nanfeng shrugged.

After hearing this, Zhang Quan quickly took out his cell phone. At this time, the cell phone rang. It was Aunt Liu in the village under Zhang Quanshan's gate. When he picked it up, Zhang Quan's expression became even more sad.

After hanging up the phone, Zhang Quan sighed heavily, with unconcealed sadness on his face, and said in a deep voice: "Master is dead."

Tengyi patted Zhang Quan on the shoulder and asked, "How did he die?"

"Don't die of illness."

Old man Nanfeng said: "Your master did not die of illness, he died of old age normally. In this case, if it were the kid Yan Ning, he might not have taken action to help you."

Zhang Quan looked at Yan Ning, and Yan Ning nodded helplessly: "Natural death is destiny, and it may not be a good thing to violate it."

After everyone's comfort, Zhang Quan's mood gradually calmed down. Nan Feng said again: "Now your master has left, are you willing to follow me and inherit the unique skills of Longhu Mountain?"

Zhang Quan asked: "Dare you ask who you are from Longhu Mountain?"

"Who is it?" Old man Nanfeng touched his beard, "It is not an exaggeration to say that he is the head of the sect."

"Sect Master?"

Yang Lei and Shen Kai browed. This sloppy old man with a weak appearance is actually the head of Longhu Mountain?!

Yan Ning was not surprised. Although Longhu Mountain was very powerful, it was absolutely impossible for an old man to subdue Miao Dabao to be subdued.

Zhang Quan was stunned for a long time, then stood up directly from the position, kowtowed three times to Old Man Nanfeng, and shouted: "Disciple Zhang Quan, have met the leader!"

Miao Dabao said disdainfully: "I just refused to recognize my master. Now that I know my identity, I just knelt down and kowtow, tsk tsk!"

"Dabao!" Zhuang Xiaoya quickly covered Miao Dabao's mouth, afraid that it would say the wrong thing again.

Old Man Nanfeng didn't take Miao Dabao's words to heart, but went up to help Zhang Quan up: "So, are you willing to learn skills from me?"

"Yes." Zhang Quan said seriously.

Old man Nanfeng laughed loudly, pulled Zhang Quan directly, and patted him three times on his shoulder: "Okay, from now on, you will be my eldest disciple of Nanfeng and a closed disciple! If you don't like anyone in the future, just say, Master, I will help you stand up!"

Yan Ning and others had a cold sweat on their foreheads: Is this guy taking in apprentices or horsemen?

Old man Nanfeng finally finished the three things and was satisfied, so he didn't stay much. He greeted everyone directly and pulled Zhang Quan away without saying a word.

Old man Nanfeng came and went in a hurry. Before everyone could react, they disappeared.

Shen Kai smiled bitterly: "It seems that our security work will still be strengthened in the future!"

The old ghost Wu Yuanqing floated in the corner and said helplessly: "That senior is too good at Taoism. No matter how many people please, I can't stop him."

Yan Ning smiled helplessly. He didn't expect to meet the head of Longhu Mountain here. Zhang Quanneng would follow him to practice, which was a unique achievement. Maybe next time he met, Zhang Quan would be stronger than Yan Ning.

In any case, Yan Ning was still thinking about blessing, but soon, he slapped his thigh and shouted:

"Damn it, I forgot to ask Old Man Nanfeng how he got the thirty-six golden needles from my Wumen!"

...

After the banquet, Shen Kai and Yang Lei arranged rooms for everyone in Abraham, and the equipment decoration was a little more luxurious than Telton.

That night, Zhuang Xiaoya did not meet with Yan Ning, and Yan Ning did not force her. After returning to the room, she took a pleasant hot shower, sat on the bed and opened Tao Hongjing's scroll.

Deep in the quiet bamboo forest, in the dark green bamboo house, the beauty sat against the windowsill, as if she was looking at her husband returning from a distance.

"What is the mystery of this painting of the ancestor?" Yan Ning looked at the beauty in the painting and was fascinated, but he did not notice anything was wrong.

Suddenly, a faint light flashed across Ming Po, who was hanging on the wall. Yan Ning noticed this instantly and looked around vigilantly: "Who?"

But the room was quiet and there was no movement at all.

"Strange..." Yan Ning slowly lowered his vigilance and turned to the scroll on the bed. Now, he found something wrong.

I saw that the beauty leaning against the windowsill in the bamboo house in the painting disappeared!

"Interesting!" Yan Ning quickly put the scroll on the desk, turned on the desk lamp, searched carefully, and found the shadow of the beautiful woman behind the door of the bamboo house.

In the blink of an eye, the shadow disappeared again, and Yan Ning suddenly found her body in the bamboo forest!
Chapter completed!