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

But he came here today, in order to discuss a cooperation with the master of Jingshitang. Apart from resolving the cause and effect with Zhuge's family, he also found a small circle in the other courtyard of Jingshitang who was also imprisoned. chance to meet.

Therefore, the owner of the Hall of Shocking World must see him.

"You just have to go and report."

"Ask him if he wants to expand Jingshitang's family business by a third. I think he will definitely come to see me."

After so many experiences in these worlds, Murong Bai has been the leader of the Central Plains Demon Sect, a general who commanded hundreds of thousands of troops, and even a emperor emperor who can be killed.

It's just that because of his success in practice and the integration of his mind with the Heart Sutra, he looks no different from ordinary young people in the world, quite a return to basics.

At this time, he stared at him, only showing the slightest of his aura, that boy is just a mortal living at the bottom of society, how can he bear this?

After meeting Murong Bai's gaze, it felt as if he had touched a mountain of corpses and a sea of ​​blood.

Drenched in cold sweat, Dang even poured out from his back, soaking his whole clothes.

He didn't dare to ask more questions, and after answering, he left in a hurry, and broke into the back hall with extremely flustered steps, obviously looking for the owner of the hall to report the news.

Not long after, three people came out from the back hall.

All of them are strong and strong fighters with bulging temples, obviously they are the martial arts guards raised by Jingshitang.

The leader was a middle-aged martial artist about three to forty years old, with eyes like copper bells open, he looked Murong Bai up and down carefully, and then said to him in a low voice, "The shopkeeper wants to see you, come with me. "

After saying that, he immediately turned around and led the way.

Murong Bai burst out laughing, he also raised his heels to follow his steps, but he sandwiched himself between the left and the right, the other two martial artists who obviously put on a lot of defense, ignored it.

The four of them soon arrived at a certain room in the back hall. After the middle-aged martial artist opened the door and Murong Bai stepped in, an old man with white hair and beard appeared in front of Murong Bai's eyes. .

Of course, even though Murong Bai was already looking at the astonishing hall master at this moment, trying to control his thoughts was nothing more than a trick of illusion.

But cultivators do something and don't. After all, Patriarch Lie Huo and the Eight-armed Ape are martial arts masters, and the consciousness of the demon is parasitic in the sea of ​​consciousness. Murong Bai will not have any burden for them to use this method.

But the owner of the Shocking World Hall is just a mortal after all, and Murong Bai didn't even bother to use illusions to deal with a mortal.

After entering the room and dividing the guests and hosts to sit down, the middle-aged martial artist was obviously the master's confidant, so he also stood in the room, just behind the master, staring at Murong Bai coldly, beware that he might have something to do. any abnormal behavior.

It's a pity that this middle-aged martial artist doesn't know, if Murong Bai really has some thoughts, with his ability, it may be difficult to react.

Picking up the fragrant tea in front of him and taking a sip, the host rolled his eyes, put on airs, looked at Murong Bai who was sitting in front of him, who seemed to be calm and composed, and asked slowly, "I don't know your name Daming, come to see me today, what advice do you have?"

"I don't dare to teach you." Murong Bai smiled. He turned his head and looked directly into the eyes of the master of the hall, and introduced himself, "My name is Murong Bai. I have just arrived in Chang'an not long ago."

If it was three days ago, when Murong Bai had just arrived in Chang'an City, the name Murong Bai would not have attracted too many people's attention, let alone in Chang'an City, or in the whole world.

But because of one or two things that Murong Bai did in the city after arriving in Chang'an, this name has spread throughout the streets and alleys of Chang'an in just two or three days.

Without him, it's just because what Murong Bai did was too topical.

He only needs to provide an introduction, and someone will unknowingly take the initiative to spread it for him.

The owner of the hall obviously had heard of the word Murong Bai, and when he heard Murong Bai announce his family name, his eyes, which were not that big, immediately widened.

"You are Murong Bai?"

Unknowingly, he sat up straight, and asked Murong Bai in a loud voice, "But in the past two days, there have been rumors about it. In the Yuelai Inn on Dongjie Street, he used his hands to cure tuberculosis, and the magic knife to cure intestinal ulcers. Little Hua Tuo, Murong Bai, who was brought back from the gate of hell by a man who must die?"

Chapter 450 Elder Murong

Chapter 450

A skillful hand relieves tuberculosis, and a magic knife cures intestinal abscess.

During the three days after arriving in Chang'an City, Murong Bai not only spent time to earn some money, but also inquired about news about Jingshitang and Zhuge's family. Two lives—in front of the innkeeper and three or four clerks.

The divination of fate by mountain doctors is collectively known as the Five Arts of Xuanmen.

Murong Bai's original body, Zhuge Qingyun, who was possessed by Murong Bai in this life, was already very talented in the study of medicine. There happened to be a lot of medical classics in the inheritance of Wuyinmen, such as ancient medical prescriptions. I learned a lot.

What's more, he still has mana, and he has various thaumaturgies to supplement.

It was also because he deliberately wanted to make a name for himself that he performed in front of the shopkeeper and staff of the Yuelai Inn.

If not, no matter what kind of illness, just a piece of Xuanmen elixir refined from a millennium elixir, wouldn't it be impossible to cure the illness?

But at this moment, when he heard the question from the head of the pavilion, Murong Bai showed an inscrutable look.

He glanced at the master of the hall, then shook his head and said, "It's all nonsense from the common people. In front of the real master of the hall, I have a little ability, but it's nothing."

Upon hearing this, the master of the pavilion waved his hands again and again, "Where is that?"

He knew about the two patients saved by Murong Bai.

Those two people were terminally ill and traveled thousands of miles to seek medical treatment, but Jing Shitang couldn't save them, so they could only wait to die in Yuelai Inn.

And the rent of those two people had been paid early, so it was not easy for Yuelai Inn to say something to drive them away.

But he didn't expect that Murong Bai would act casually and solve these two troubles for Jingshitang and Yuelai Inn at the same time.

The master of the hall knows very well that no matter whether the rumors are true or not, no matter what methods Murong Bai uses to save people, those two terminally ill patients have now regained their lives. The fact that you have seen it with your own eyes cannot be faked.

In other words, even if Murong Bai's medical skills were not comparable to his own, it was still enough to be called a famous doctor in the world.

Jingshitang's ability to become stronger and bigger is inseparable from their style of being inclusive and attracting good doctors from all over the world.

Therefore, at this time, the expression on the face of the owner who was not concerned at first has long since disappeared.

He sat up, asked Murong Bai with an extremely sincere attitude, and said, "I wonder if little friend Murong came here, did he encounter some difficulties?"