The Road to Dominance in All Worlds, Starting from Brother Qiang

Murong Bai replied with a smile, only four words, "Look for a tree."

The two looked at each other, and then burst out laughing at the same time.

Summer thunderstorms come suddenly and go away just as quickly.

The original torrential rain has gradually diminished at this time, and perhaps it won't be too long before the sky will clear up again.

Xiahou was anxious to find Yan Chixia for a sword competition, so after lightly nodding at Murong Bai, he stood up slowly.

Holding the sword hilt at his waist, he said to Murong Bai with a smile, "Thank you Taoist priest for giving me the wine today."

"We will meet again in Shanshui, and there will be a period later."

Murong Bai smiled and said, "There will be a time later."

There was still light rain in the sky, but Xiahou didn't care at all, he just put on the bamboo hat on his head, stepped on the muddy ground, and left the wild pavilion.

Murong Bai kept watching Xiahou's back going far away, and then he took his gaze back.

Ning Caichen next to him was still awake. Obviously, although he only took a sip of wine, the strength of that sip of wine seemed a bit vain for a young scholar like him.

Murong Bai shook his head and let out a laugh, but didn't speak.

Just sitting in the same place quietly, watching the wind and rain outside the pavilion, the thoughts in my mind have drifted to nowhere.

After more than half a quarter of an hour, Ning Caichen finally woke up.

He opened his eyes, slightly dazed.

After scanning the entire scene in the wild pavilion, he finally sorted out his current situation.

"Where's the black-faced swordsman?"

Murong Bai was still sitting not far from him, but the murderous Xiahou swordsman earlier had disappeared.

Hearing the ease brought out by Ning Caichen's words, Murong Bai felt a little funny, but after glancing at Ning Caichen, he didn't say much after all.

She just nodded at him and replied, "Leave early."

After mentioning Xiahou's matter, Murong Bai stared at Ning Caichen with a smile, and asked him, "How do you feel?"

What Murong was referring to in his vernacular was naturally Ning Caichen's current situation.

Hearing Murong Bai's question, Ning Caichen's original thoughts on Xiahou were immediately brought back.

He happily said to Murong Bai, "Your wine is really amazing!"

"The exhaustion from traveling for the past few days seems to be gone all at once!"

There is aura in the wine, no matter how small the amount of aura is, it is a rare tonic for weak scholars like Ning Caichen who have never practiced martial arts.

Just one sip of wine not only dispelled his fatigue for several days, but also cut off the possibility of contracting a cold due to the heavy rain all over his body.

Seeing Ning Caichen's excited appearance at this time, Murong Bai smiled and said to him, "If it wasn't for your poor physique, you can actually drink a few more sips."

"hey-hey."

Ning Caichen scratched his head, but he didn't feel sorry.

Just thinking of something suddenly, the face that was originally full of smiles brought out some anticipation.

Ning Caichen was a bit cautious, and asked Murong Bai eagerly, "By the way, Taoist priest, can your wine cure illnesses?"

Murong Bai glanced at him and asked, "Is your wife sick?"

When the two of them were chatting earlier, Ning Caichen had already revealed everything about his family's situation, so he really didn't have much scheming as a scholar. The rain of swords, lights and swords was swallowed until there was nothing left.

From Murong Bai's point of view, concentrating on learning and becoming a great Confucian living in the scholarly forest is a good way out for Ning Caichen.

However, Murong Bai has no intention of speaking these words to Ning Caichen at this time, after all, being named on the gold list, getting promoted and making a fortune has always been the greatest pursuit of every scholar in this world.

Therefore, Murong Bai only chose to answer Ning Caichen's question.

He raised his eyebrows, and said slowly to Ning Caichen, "I've already given all the wine to that Xiahou swordsman, don't think about it any more."

"but……"

While Ning Caichen was disappointed, Murong Bai, who had paused for a while, smiled and took out a pill the size of a longan from his bosom, and handed it to Ning Caichen.

Murong Bai smiled and said to him, "If your lady's illness is just like what you told me, if you take this pill of mine, you should be able to recover."

What Murong Bai said was so mysterious, if he was a scholar, he would definitely not believe what he said easily.

But Ning Caichen had just drank the wine Murong Bai gave him, and felt the extraordinary demeanor of Murong Bai, so he chose to believe Murong Bai's words easily.

He took out a handkerchief from the bookcase, carefully wrapped the pill, and put it close to his body.

Murong Bai saw two small mandarin ducks embroidered on the handkerchief Ning Caichen took out, so he asked with a smile, "Your lady embroidered it?"

Ning Caichen's face was filled with deep happiness, "Yes, this is a gift from my wife on my birthday last year."

After finishing speaking, thinking about the preciousness of the pill that Murong Bai gave him, he smiled, but burst into tears again, "Thank you, Taoist priest, for your great kindness, Ning Caichen... Ning Caichen Caichen..."

Halfway through speaking, Ning Caichen was about to bow down to Murong Bai with choked up sobs.

Chapter 1044 Lanruo Temple

Chapter 1044