After Xing Zheng reported his family, all the five factions of Maoshan appeared.

Yan Ning, the descendant of the Wumen Ghost Doctor, Yihu and Zhuang Xiaoya, the descendant of the Tiandaoyitang, Jiang Wujue, the descendant of the Fengshui Gongliang, and Wang Tianci, the descendant of the divination hall.

Only the descendants of the Xiangxin Spirit Sect have not yet been determined. Now Xing Zheng has left, leaving only the Xiangxin Spirit Sect technique, allowing Yan Ning to find a suitable descendant for it, which can be regarded as a continuous inheritance of the Lingzong lineage.

In Yan Ning's eyes, Fatty Du has shown his extraordinary talents and advantages. It is definitely not wrong to hand over this spiritual technique to Fatty Du.

Fatty Du and Bai Tong looked at the ancient book in Yan Ning's hand, and both fell into a state of shock and incredible state.

"Why are you stunned?" Yan Ning handed over the spiritual technique of Xiang Xiao to Fatty Du.

"Big brother, you... really want to give me this?" Fatty Du was still immersed in shock.

Yan Ning said: "Don't you want it?"

"It's not... it's just that I'm afraid that I don't have enough talent and will not be able to take on the heavy responsibility..."

Fatty Du never dreamed that one day he would become the descendant of the Maoshan lineage like Yan Ning.

In other words, Fatty Du has always been a little inferior, and he would rather live in the shadow of Yan Ning.

Now Yan Ning handed over Xiang’s spiritual skills to him, that is, he placed him on the same level as himself, which caught Fatty Du off guard.

Yan Ning saw Fatty Du’s thoughts and patted his shoulder and said, “Don’t you always want to defeat me? You don’t have a chance to rely on the martial arts passed down to you by Hao Jian. Now I have given you this opportunity. Think about whether you want to grasp it yourself.”

Fatty Du looked at Bai Tong, and saw Bai Tong nodding at him with a smile.

"Okay!" Fatty Du gritted his teeth, "Big brother, I will definitely not let you down your expectations for me!"

Yan Ning shook his head: "You are wrong. It's your expectation of yourself. Also, I'm not giving this spiritual technique for the sake of the mind. You have achieved some success in your studies, but you have to go to my new Maoshan to teach your disciples."

Fatty Du was stunned, then laughed: "Don't worry, don't worry!"

Yan Ning did not forget about the five arts of Maoshan. The golden leaves he and Yihu and others found from the ashes of Wumen Ghost Technique must have recorded something extremely important. There must be some in the spiritual arts in front of him, but Yan Ning planned to wait until Fatty Du finished learning before telling him these things.

Both gifts were given away, and Yan Ning put down a big stone in his heart. After sending Fatty Du and the others away, Yan Ning returned to the alchemy room alone.

It would be fine if you couldn't find the intermittent, but you couldn't find a pill, and Yan Ning was really uncomfortable.

He searched in the pharmacy for a long time and was almost three feet tall, but he couldn't find even a single elixir debris.

Finally, Yan Ning was so angry that he simply sat cross-legged on the cushion and cursed depressedly: "Old man, I have taken over your class no matter how much I say now. Although I don't have the name of a master and apprentice, I already have the reality of a master and apprentice. You say you'll die if you die. It would be fine if you didn't teach me anything, why don't you leave me some benefits!"

Yan Ning seemed to have forgotten that there were many treasures left by the "old man" in his Sumeru Ring.

At this time, Yan Ning's eyes suddenly stopped on the huge portrait at present.

The bigger the thing, the less likely it is to attract people's attention. If Yan Ning hadn't liked to look at people when he cursed, he wouldn't have noticed the old man who collected herbs in the portrait at this time.

“Huh…this painting…”

Although Yan Ning didn't know how to draw, he could also see how superb the art of this painting was, and he easily reached the point of making the real ones fake.

But now Yan Ning felt that this painting was too "really".

He quickly got up from the futon, trotted to the painting, and reached out to touch it...

A magical thing happened. Yan Ning's hand actually passed through the painting and became part of the painting. He reached out and grabbed it and actually grabbed a fairy grass in the painting!

"Is this one...Change Frost Grass?"

Yan Ning was holding a crystal clear grass in his hand, and there was a hint of coldness on his head. Yan Ning held it in his hand. In just a few seconds, Yan Ning felt that his hand was about to be frozen.

The frost grass is a legendary fairy grass. It is refined into elixirs and has the effect of body and bone harnessing. Yan Ning has never seen it in the Treasure Pavilion of Longhu Mountain, but now it has been pulled out of a painting.

In order not to turn his hands into popsicles, Yan Ning quickly put the frost grass into the Sumeru Ring. Then he looked at the mural with shock and muttered:

"No way... Immortal... You really know how to play!"

When the painter reaches the extreme, he becomes his own world. The bamboo forest hut picture made by Tao Hongjing, the founder of Maoshan, also becomes his own world, allowing Huang Yuyan to live in.

But compared with the two, the painting in front of us is obviously much more powerful!

Looking at the densely packed elixirs in the painting, Yan Ning couldn't help but drool. I'm afraid that even Sun Yijie wouldn't know this secret, otherwise how could he leave such a good thing to Yan Ning?

Yan Ning carefully looked at the mural and finally fell on the old man who collected herbs in the mural. The old man's face was full of wrinkles, like the bark of an old tree; his skin was dark and obviously often sunny; his hands were covered with calluses, and it was obvious that he had picked herbs for most of his life.

What attracted Yan Ning's most attention was a small bag on the old man's waist. You should know that there are treasures everywhere in Wanbaozhai, and there is probably no item on the old man's body.

The old man who collected herbs was huge. Yan Ning brought two chairs to fold them together, and then he could barely reach his waist. He finally climbed onto the chair and was about to reach into the painting. He was about to pull off the small bag when the old man in the mural suddenly moved!

"Who is the little thief!"

A powerful and powerful voice came, Yan Ning was so scared that his legs became weak, and the chair under his feet suddenly slipped, and he fell to the ground and fell to eat shit!

"Ouch..." Yan Ning didn't look at the almanac today.

The old man took the medicine turned around and stretched lazily, then looked at Yan Ning: "Little baby, your parents have never taught you. Is it a steal if you take it without suing it?"

"Can I steal my own things?" Yan Ning got up from the ground and said with confidence.

The old man collected herbs and said something ridiculous: "You are the little old man who has seen the lowest little guy in the Taoist practice for thousands of years. When did this little world become your home?"

Seeing that the old man didn't believe it, Yan Ning took out the Dayan jade token, shook it in front of the old man, and said, "How can you not believe it in the Dayan jade token in your hand?"

When the old man collected herbs saw the big-eyed jade pendant, his face changed. Then he knelt in front of Yan Ning with a little unwillingness and said, "Old Yao Lao... has met his master."

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It will break out tomorrow, don't worry.
Chapter completed!