It turns out that Mt.

The master's residence.

Xiaoju handed the information to Lin Shanshan.

After Lin Shanshan read the jade slip in her hand with her spiritual sense, she couldn't help but said disappointedly: "Master Ning Zhuo is still in seclusion, hasn't he come out yet?"

"Big Brother is really something. He is an alcoholic. The first time he met someone, he got him drunk."

"I wonder if Master Ning Zhuo drank too much at once and has been in seclusion to slow down his drinking."

Spiritual wine is different from ordinary wine.

Even for cultivators, if they drink too much spiritual wine, they will suffer from the drunkenness and the effect may last for months or even years.

Xiaoju said, "Miss, you were not there at the time and did not see the scene with your own eyes."

"I think that Mr. Ning Zhuo also likes drinking."

Lin Shanshan suddenly became a little annoyed, holding her chin and thinking: "Oh, why am I grounded? I wonder what Master Ning Zhuo looks like when he is drunk."

"Xiaoju!"

"Speaking of this, I should criticize you. Why didn't you use the jade slip to record the events of the day?"

Xiaoju said aggrievedly: "Miss, please don't criticize me for this. I already know I was wrong!"

"You have criticized me no less than a hundred times these days."

"Not to mention that recording others' situations privately is a very offensive thing. I am just a servant, a maid, how can I capture the image of the eldest brother?"

"Let's say that day, even if I wanted to have such a crooked idea, it would be seen through by Senior Brother or Master Ning Zhuo, right?"

"By then, if I'm kicked out, won't Senior Brother and Young Master Ning Zhuo be left with no one to take care of them?"

Lin Shanshan said unhappily, "Okay, okay, okay, I was wrong to criticize you. You took care of them, so I'll count it as a credit to you, okay?"

Xiaoju stepped forward and took Lin Shanshan's arm: "Miss, this can't be considered my credit. It was you who ordered me to help, wasn't it? This is all your credit!"

Lin Shanshan then revealed a hint of a smile: "That's more like it."

As the two were talking, a servant came with a letter.

It was the letter from Ning Jiufan.

Xiao Ju was a little slow to react and felt strange: "Why would the Ning family's Golden Core Patriarch send you a message?"

Lin Shanshan's eyes suddenly lit up: "Xiao Ju, didn't you hear Master Ning Zhuo say last time that he and Ning Jiufan have a close relationship? This must be Master Ning Zhuo's letter, but it was circulated through Ning Jiufan."

"I was confined by my father and watched over by many of my senior brothers. They didn't allow me to have any contact with Master Ning Zhuo or his letters."

"But Ning will obey the letter from the ancestor, and the brothers dare not intercept it."

"Hahaha, it's thanks to Master Ning Zhuo that he came up with this wonderful recipe!"

Lin Shanshan took the letter, unfolded it, and felt happy at first, then worried.

"Ah, there is something wrong with Master Ning Zhuo's spiritual plant. If he cannot be rescued, he will surely die."

"What should I do?"

Xiaoju also became worried.

Although she had only met Ning Zhuo twice, she had a good impression of him.

Xiaoju was more worried about Lin Shanshan: "Miss, you are under house arrest now, how can you help Mr. Ning Zhuo?"

Lin Shanshan looked at the letter and said, "Mr. Ning Zhuo also said in the letter that he wants to ask the senior brother for help. The senior brother will be much more helpful than me."

Xiaoju finally breathed a sigh of relief.

Almost at the same time, Ning Zhuo came to the Cave of Ten Thousand Demons again.

"Brother Linghu!" He was carrying Yuncha and was warmly welcomed by Linghujiu.

"Haha, brother Ning Zhuo, please come in." Linghu Jiu walked quickly out of the cave, held Ning Zhuo's arm and welcomed him in.

Ning Zhuo presented a special kind of cloud tea, saying that this tea could help one understand the principles of the clouds.

Linghu Jiu accepted it directly: "Good tea, good tea, even if I don't drink it, I will distribute it to my junior sisters and brothers."

Ning Zhuo: "Don't worry, Brother Linghu. Since our last drinking party, I, Lao De and other fellow disciples of your noble sect, have no grudges against each other."

Linghu Jiu laughed loudly and invited Ning Zhuo to sit down: "Speaking of which, I have been drinking alone these days and it seems boring. Brother Ning Zhuo is here today, we will not leave until we are drunk!"

Ning Zhuo was happy at first, then smiled bitterly and told about his difficulties.

Linghu Jiu took out his identity token without hesitation and handed it to Ning Zhuo: "You can spend the money here!"

"If it's not enough, you can tell me. I can use this little bit of face to help you raise merit among your fellow disciples."

Ning Zhuo just bowed and casually said thank you.

This attitude made Linghu Jiu very happy: "Great, Brother Ning Zhuo should be so casual. We are drinking buddies, we are family!"

"But your spiritual plant is so endangered, can you heal it by yourself?"

"There are many cultivators in my sect who are well versed in spiritual plants, and my master is the best in the sect. If possible, I advise you to try to ask a master to treat it."

"The spiritual plant is critically ill. Many daily methods of cultivation and maintenance have little effect, or even have the opposite effect."

Before leaving, he told Linghu Jiu about what he had received from the Five Elements God after returning to the cave abode on Xiaozheng Peak.

"At that time, I had not yet drunk the Yousi Ming Brew, so how could I have received the inheritance from the Lord God?" Ning Zhuo expressed his doubts.

Linghu Jiu was also quite puzzled: "This situation is indeed strange, I have never encountered it before."

"Perhaps, there is still some alcohol left in your body, so you can communicate with the sages in the underworld?"

"After all... I have never seen anyone drink so much Yousi Ming Brew at once."

Ning Zhuo smiled bitterly and waved his hands quickly: "Excuse me, Brother Linghu, for making fun of me. This is the first time in my life that I drink so hard."

"I'd like to ask you a question, brother, can you sell me this wine brewed in deep thoughts?"

Linghu Jiu frowned: "If it's mine, why would I sell it? I can just give it to you. The problem is, this wine recipe was specially found by Master."

"For this, Master paid a huge sum of money to the Black and White Wine Fairy."

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"My dear brother, if you are interested in the wine, you can use the Ning family's Golden Pill Patriarch to make this deal a part of our cooperation."

Ning Zhuo nodded and sighed, "I'm afraid that Master Lin Bufan won't allow it."

Linghu Jiu sighed, "I think this is feasible. After all, in this sect, Yousi Mingniang is only suitable for me. Others have tried it and gained little, which is equivalent to nothing."

"My dear brother, you are special, so this wine is of great value to you."

"It really can't work..."

"Hey, you can get some wine from me."

"Master will give me a few jars of Yousi Ming Brew regularly. Don't leave yet. I will give you half a jar now."

There was only one jar of Yousi Mingniang left of Linghu wine, but he took half of it and gave it to Ning Zhuo.

Ning Zhuo was quite moved. He thanked him again and said goodbye to Linghu Jiu reluctantly.

He got the token of Linghu wine and moved freely on the mountain. He first went to the library and read many books, but he didn't find a definite solution.

Although he collected many methods to rescue spiritual plants, he did not dare to use them indiscriminately.

Regarding the cultivation and treatment of Lingyin Willow, some books and secret books did include it. But the situation in the book was different from what Ning Zhuo was experiencing.

Ning Zhuo was unable to prescribe the right medicine himself, so he had to ask for advice from a few famous spiritual plant masters in the Wanyao Sect.

After hearing Ning Zhuo's question, these spiritual plant masters all shook their heads and said that they had to first determine what the spiritual plant was before they could prescribe the right medicine.

Ning Zhuo thought about it and decided to take a risk and directly set up a case, including Lingyin Liu.

As a result, the spiritual herbalists all said that even for the same disease, the severity and urgency would be different, and the treatment methods would also be different, which required specific research and judgment.

After Ning Zhuo was turned down, he found Ning Sufan.

"Ancestor, come, come quickly, I want to show you something good!" Ning Zhuo greeted Ning Jiufan.

Ning Jiufan became alert: "What are you doing, kid? What kind of trap are you setting?"

"This is a treasure. If you don't take a look at it, you will regret it for the rest of your life." As he said that, Ning Zhuo untied the mechanical dragon wrapped around his waist.

Immediately, Ning Zhuo led Ning Shu and entered the Wanli Youlong.

Not long after.

Inside the spiritual plant cabin.

"This, this, this! If I am not dazzled, this should be the Lingyin Willow!"

"The Lingyin Willow with the aura of a golden elixir is incredible, incredible. Even this old man can be supported by it."

"It's just... why is its vitality and breath so weak?"

Ning Zhuo pointed at Lingyin Willow and said, "Old Ancestor, you are too narrow-minded."

"How can I only care about you?"

"This is a precious inheritance. When we bring it back to the family, all the members of the family will benefit from it."

"Our Ning family will grow stronger!"

Ning Jiufan was so angry that he laughed out loud: "You are right, my vision is not as broad as yours. So, you want to release it for the whole clan to use? Including the main line?"

Ning Zhuo smiled: "This may not be impossible!"

Ning Jiufan was a little surprised.

Ning Zhuo added: "As long as the ancestor takes action, this Lingyin Willow can be revived!"

Ning Jiufan was shocked: "What, it's going to die?"

Ning Zhuo spread his hands: "With this current aura and state, I have spent all my strength and a huge amount of money to barely hold on."

"Grandfather, whether our Ning family can have another precious inheritance depends on you!"

Ning Jiufan stroked his forehead, feeling the huge pressure, and couldn't help but laugh and scold: "Stinky boy, it turns out that I, your ancestor, was waiting for you here."

(End of this chapter)