Yan Ning looked at the scroll in the hand of Old Man Nanfeng, and couldn't help but be stunned. Did Old Man Nanfeng just talk about giving gifts mean giving this painting?

Tao Hongjing was the founder of Maoshan. Whether his paintings are useful or not, they are of great significance to Yan Ning. If Old Man Nanfeng really gave this painting to Yan Ning, Yan Ning would definitely be grateful to him from the bottom of his heart.

Taoist Nanfeng smiled, as if he was enjoying Yan Ning's expectant eyes. He reached out and held one end of the scroll, pulled it hard, and opened it.

In order to smooth out the wrinkles of the scroll, Taoist Nanfeng also deliberately shook the scroll, but the action was extremely distressing in Yan Ning's eyes.

This is a treasure that has been on hold for two thousand years. When Taoist Nanfeng shook this, he might turn into ashes.

Taoist Nanfeng smiled, put the scroll in Yan Ning's hand, and said:

"Take it, I gave it to you."

Yan Ning took the scroll and saw that it was indeed a good picture of Tao Hongjing's beautiful girl in the bamboo forest. She looked at it from a distance at the auction before, but she didn't think anything. Now, when I looked up close, I felt that Tao Hongjing had a deep foundation. The bamboo, leaf, grass and tree were all lifelike. It was the beauty in the bamboo house. Although her face was blurry, she also faintly felt like a lady from a noble family.

Regardless of whom it was produced by, the historical background, the basic value of this painting alone is immeasurable!

"Senior, are you?" Yan Ning said in confusion.

Old man Nanfeng smiled and said, "Don't get me wrong. I don't give this painting for free."

"If you have any requirements, please make it a good deal. If you want money, it will be a beauty. I will give it to Brother Yan Ning." Shen Kai, who had recovered his brightness, said magnanimously.

Yan Ning had paid for the money for thirty-six golden needles before, which was paid by Yang Lei. Now that Shen Kai will pay for Yan Ning, Yan Ning is a little embarrassed.

Yan Ning would not care about the auction of the thirty-six golden needles by Old Man Nanfeng. After all, although the thirty-six golden needles are Maoshan things, I don’t know how many hands I turned around in the middle. When it fell into the hands of Old Man Nanfeng, Old Man Nanfeng might have paid a lot of money.

Therefore, Yan Ning would not care about things that can be solved with money, not to mention that he wanted to thank Nan Feng. If it weren't for him, maybe the thirty-six golden needles were not known where they were now.

Old man Nanfeng touched his beard, smiled and shook his head, and said something that shocked everyone present:

"I don't want money, nor do I want beauty. I want one of you!"

After hearing this, Zhuang Xiaoya hurriedly covered her chest and leaned against Yan Ning.

Taoist Nanfeng's eyes swept back and forth around everyone, and even Tengyi and Zhang Quan felt a little uncomfortable.

Yan Ning said awkwardly: "Senior, these people are my friends and brothers, and I have no right to decide who will stay or stay."

As he said that, Yan Ning calmly placed his arm tower on Zhuang Xiaoya's waist to show the relationship between Zhuang Xiaoya and Yan Ning, and signaled that Old Man Nanfeng should not be too much.

Old man Nanfeng laughed: "You are thinking too much, this is the third thing I have come to - accepting disciples!"

"Accepting disciples?" Everyone present was stunned again.

Although everyone doesn't know what old man Nanfeng has, he can see the preciousness of Tao Hongjing's paintings, and the actions of taking out thirty-six golden needles for auction, and it can also be guessed that this old man is not a charlatan with a low eye.

But when it comes to taking disciples, everyone cannot be surprised.

Miao Dabao sneered: "What are you?"

When Miao Dabao was in the Changsheng Sect, he was already domineering and had no sense of hierarchy at all, so he had no respect for Taoist Nanfeng.

Old man Nanfeng still smiled, suddenly his eyes changed, and he suddenly reached out and grabbed Miao Dabao in the air. Miao Dabao's body was flexible and he could easily avoid it. He only heard it angrily: "Old man, don't toast and not eat the punishment for wine!"

Everyone thought to themselves that it was not good. Judging from this attitude, Meow Dabao is going to transform! Everyone has seen the transformation of Meow Dabao. If it starts here, Abraham will probably be closed for business and decoration again.

Taoist Nanfeng laughed, as if he was not worried about being injured by Miao Dabao. He was still sitting in his position, as stable as Mount Tai, and his face remained unchanged.

For a moment, no one was talking in the banquet hall, and everyone stared at Miao Dabao tightly.

The hard hair on Miao Dabao's back stood upside down, his mouth wide open ferociously, and the fat on his body seemed to disappear. Everyone seemed to be able to see the scene when the two-meter-tall giant beast appeared the next moment.

But after half a cup of tea, there seemed to be no change at all except that Miao Dabao's voice became hysterical.

"Little cat, if you want to compete with me, you might as well go back and practice for hundreds of years."

The old man Nanfeng laughed and walked up to touch Miao Dabao's head. Miao Dabao suddenly felt like an eggplant made from frost, and it was lost.

Zhuang Xiaoya quietly hugged Miao Dabao in her arms and asked in a low voice: "Dabao, what's wrong with you?"

"This old man... made a curse for me, now I can't transform." Miao Dabao said weakly.

Yan Ning nodded slightly, took out a golden needle, and pricked it on Miao Dabao's lower abdomen. After a while, Miao Dabao became lively again, but he never dared to challenge old man Nanfeng again.

Old man Nanfeng showed such a trick, and everyone instantly looked at him with admiration, without any disobedience. Yan Ning asked:

"Senior, Dabao was rude just now, don't be surprised. I dare to ask who among us you want to accept as your disciple?"

This time, everyone's eyes were not as dodged as before. Even Teng Yi couldn't help staring at Old Man Nanfeng with anticipation, hoping that he could fall in love with him and take him to learn Taoism.

Old man Nanfeng touched his beard and suddenly pointed at Zhang Quan and said, "Of course it's my child."

Zhang Quan was slightly stunned: "Me?"

Nanfeng nodded: "Are you not the successor of Longhu Mountain?"

"Yes...but I already have a master." Zhang Quan hesitated.

"You know what the situation is now in Longhu Mountain. It's not much better than Maoshan. Your master was just a Taoist boy from the outer sect of Longhu Mountain back then. What can you learn with him? Why not follow me and I will pass on your unique skills in Longhu Mountain!"

Seeing that Zhang Quan was still hesitant, Old Man Nanfeng pointed at Yan Ning and said, "After you leave the army, you will kill this guy in minutes."

Yan Ning smiled bitterly, why did he still touch himself?

Old Man Nanfeng's words were very attractive, and Teng Yi was particularly moved, but unfortunately they didn't like him.

However, Zhang Quan was not moved by this. After a while of confusion, he sighed and shook his head:

"Senior, you are so proud that you can fall in love with me, a bad boy... But, one day, I will be a teacher for life, and my master is still seriously ill at the mountain gate. How can I abandon him and worship him under your door?"
Chapter completed!