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

In particular, Murong Bai also has a friend who loves to drink.

Shenzhou Western Region, Lingbei Funo Store.

An ordinary hotel located in the outskirts, at first glance it looks ordinary, but this hotel has an unusual name.

Moreover, there are two regular customers who are definitely not unusual.

One person was a middle-aged drunk who was described as down-and-out and full of stubble.

The other person is a handsome Taoist with a high crown and a sword in green clothes.

It stands to reason that with their very different identities, they should never sit at the same wine table, but the world is so difficult to explain clearly, the two of them happen to be the best friends in the world.

"You haven't been here for a drink in 70 years."

The one who spoke was the down-and-out drunk man, his name was Yan Gexing.

When the words fell, the trace of worry hidden in the depths of the hazy drunken eyes was completely suppressed.

He doesn't know what happened to his friend in the past 70 years, but judging from his current state, it shouldn't be a big deal.

Murong Bai also saw the worry in Yan Gexing's eyes, his heart felt warm, and he said to him with a smile, "Then you haven't had a drink for 70 years?"

"After all, I have always paid for your drinks."

Yan Gexing laughed when he heard the words.

He burped out towards the setting sun, then pointed his finger back at his red nose, and asked Murong Bai, "You think I'm stupid?"

"Oh?" Murong Bai raised his eyebrows.

"Store, as usual, serve another twenty jars of good wine."

"By the way, I will also calculate the accumulated wine money with this Taoist priest and collect a general account."

Yan Gexing didn't immediately answer Murong Bai's question, but raised the empty flagon high and waved at the hotel owner not far away.

It was only then that Murong Bai realized that Yan Ge Xing had recorded wine money for 70 years in his own account.

"You're really... not polite!"

Facing the drunken Yan Gexing, Murong Bai could only smile helplessly in the end.

The hotel owner who can produce hundreds of jars of top-quality wine at one time is definitely not an ordinary person, otherwise, he would not dare to credit Yan Gehang for the 70-year wine account.

But everyone in this world has their own secrets, and Murong Bai has no intention of investigating them in detail.

Not short of money, he took out a large amount of gold and jewelry with a wave of his hand, and paid off all the wine bills owed for Yan Gehang.

Then he shook his head and looked at his old friend, the scene when the two of them met back then emerged in his memory, and a smile slowly appeared from the corner of his lips.

"Today our old friends reunited, and we opened our mouths to drink."

"No drunk, no return."

Yan Ge Xing heard and listened, and also yelled loudly, "If you don't get drunk, you won't return!"

There is a jar of wine hidden in everyone's heart, and in each jar of wine, there is a thing on his mind.

Some people drink lightly, some people drink drunk.

Yan Ge Xing obviously belongs to the latter.

Murong Bai happens to know the source of his thoughts, but today, he is not prepared to talk too much with Yan Gexing.

Because there is only wine between them today.

As the two said just now, if you don't get drunk, you don't return.

The afterglow of the setting sun sprinkles the glow all over the place.

The drunken two left the Lingbei Fuye store, sat under the ancient city wall of Shacheng, silent.

Suddenly, there was the sound of Hujia first, and then accompanied by Guqin, which attracted pedestrians to stop and birds to drop their wings.

A melodious song, accompanied by the sunset, intoxicating people's hearts.

"Is this why you have retreated for 70 years?"

Early the next morning, Murong Bai brought a jug of wine to Yan Gexing's residence, and explained the reason he had prepared earlier.

It was only then that Yan Gexing knew that Murong Bai had created another set of unparalleled swordsmanship in the past 70 years, so that his original saber could not bear the power of the swordsmanship, so he had to find a way to find a top-level caster, and then practiced it. sword.

"Sorry, I didn't notify you back then."

"Haha!" Yan Gexing laughed loudly, holding the fine wine Murong Bai brought, shook his head and said, "With this fine wine, there is no need to apologize!"

It is undeniable that Murong Bai came to find Yan Gexing on purpose. Of course, he wanted to use Yan Gexing's relationship to find the former Tianjiang Yu Clan princess, Ping Ji Qiseling, who is currently living in seclusion in the Knocking Zhushan residence, and is known as the Hongchen Shenmeng Shitai. Help forge swords.

When Qiseling was in Tianjiang, she had cast Mutian Jiuge, a top-level spiritual weapon for her husband, Mushen, which could not only improve Mushen's own skills, but also spontaneously motivate the Mushen when she was in a life-and-death crisis. It has spirituality in it.

Coincidentally, Murong Bai has already detected the existence of inspiration in his Qingming sword. If he can completely transform into a sword spirit with the help of Qise Ling, Murong Bai's ability will definitely be improved qualitatively.

But it is impossible for him to tell Yan Gexing directly about this point, and it is impossible for him to find a place to live in Knocking Bamboo Mountain. Otherwise, it is really unknown whether Qiseling, who is no longer willing to cast a divine weapon because of her husband Mushen, will agree to make a move .

Therefore, Murong Bai only mentioned his 70 years of practice, and only drank and chatted with Yan Gexing.

Because he knew Yan Gexing's temperament, and knew that Yan Gexing would definitely choose to provide him with the help he could after he knew that he needed to forge a magic weapon.

Even if the price he offered these help was to unseal the old wine that had been sealed in his heart for a long time, it was to let him face the bloody catastrophe that separated his wife and children that he had personally experienced a long time ago.