Bai Meng had no choice but to start queuing up again.

An hour later, Bai Meng walked back to the Medicine King Pavilion sweating profusely, and handed the Juxuan wine and the gift Ning Xindan to Cong Rou: "Juxuan wine is the cheapest wine, a bottle of 100 medium-grade Xuanjing." ”

The price of the Ning Xin Pill of the Medicine King Pavilion is one hundred lower grade Xuanjing.

A small bottle of Juxuan wine turned out to be a hundred times more expensive than Ning Xin Dan!

Congrou just wants to vomit blood.

Pouring out the Ning Xin Pill, he looked at the bright color and round jade pill from Rou, and squinted his eyes slightly.

She was an alchemist herself, and she was engaged in the pill business, so at first glance, she could see that the quality of this gift pill was better than that of the Medicine King Pavilion Ning Xin Pill.

After eating it in her mouth, she confirmed her suspicion.

Congrou's face was a little ugly, and after tasting Juxuan wine, the whole person was not good.

There are more or less impurities in the pills, and the impurities must be discharged from the body while absorbing the medicinal effect, otherwise it will cause the meridians to be blocked, which means that the pills taken every day cannot be excessive, otherwise not only will the cultivation not grow, but also the counter-effect.

However, these wines have no impurities, that is, no side effects!

Not only that, but it can also nourish the meridians, and long-term drinking can even be beneficial to the meridians!

This means that drinking alcohol every day, cultivating and cultivating, like a cow drinking water, can't do it if you don't want to cultivate smoothly.

Congrou had no doubt that if the liquor of the Hundred Herb Hall was all over the Cangyun Continent, the advantages of the Medicine King Pavilion would be compressed to the minimum, and the martial artists would no longer be inseparable from the Medicine King Pavilion, but would not be able to do without the Hundred Grass Hall!

Baicaotang, must die!

A touch of coldness flashed from his soft eyes, and he was about to ask Bai Meng to go to Baixiao Hall to buy behind-the-scenes information about Baicao Hall, when he heard the sentence: "The old man of Dansheng Lake has arrived with his disciple Ziyunchen!" ”

The warrior who knelt down from Rou was stunned, and there was only one capital groove in his heart.

When it comes to Dansheng Hu Lao, it's not something she can solve, the only thing she can do is to report to the Medicine King Palace as quickly as possible!

……

The guests of Baicao Hall were too big, and with the momentum of Baixiaomen, the status of Baicao Hall in Xuanfeng City rose gradually, and it suddenly became almost equal to Yuxiangju, Duobao Pavilion, and Baixiao Hall.

The city lord of Xuanfeng City heard about the unprecedented grand occasion of Baicao Hall, and the three princes of Cangyun came to congratulate him, and even after the wine fairy and the old man of the lake were all in person, the field was repentant.

When he received the invitation to Baicaotang, he thought it was just a small shop opening, and he didn't take it to heart.

Behold...... It's too late to regret it now.

There were people with heads and faces within a radius of thousands of miles, plus the high-level leaders of Xuanfeng Academy, Hu Lao and Jiuxian didn't want to be surrounded, and as soon as the opening ceremony was over, they immediately withdrew.

However, this did not affect Baicaotang's business, on the contrary, more people poured into the door to hug Baicaotang's thighs, hoping to get to know those strong and thick golden thighs through Baicaotang.

Zi Yunchen did not leave with Hu Lao, and sat lazily in the bamboo house with the most secluded environment, chatting leisurely with Ming Yuejue and Wen Rentian, who had transferred their positions.

The relationship between the three of them is not good, but as the top three of the top ten sons of Cangyun, they are often compared, and with their status, it is impossible to play with people who only want to hug their thighs, so they simply sit together every time they meet.

After a long time, I sat a lot, and I had a bit of friendship.

Ming Yuejue's cynical face showed a sense of interest: "Your Highness, Young Pavilion Master, why don't you invite Luo Qingyin, the princess of Dali, to come and sit down?" I haven't seen her for a long time, and I miss her very much. ”

Mao Dun Literature