Therefore, he quickly put down what he was doing and greeted him with a smile: "Please, please see if there is anything you need."

Nangong Lingyun stopped, looked at the shopkeeper, and said, "I heard that Baicaolou is the largest pharmacy in Yunzhong City. Some pharmacists will send the refined medicines here. I wonder, can there be drugs that condense internal breath in your building?"

Hearing this, the shopkeeper was stunned and said, "There is a bottle of Guyuan Liquid in our building. This medicine liquid is extremely precious, but it is used to consolidate the cultivation skills of the practitioners. I wonder what the young master said about condensing internal breath?"

Nangong Lingyun frowned slightly and said, "I have a friend whose strength and cultivation are gone overnight and cannot be concentrated in cultivation, so..."

Thinking of the news he received, he couldn't help feeling a little heavy.

Ning'er has been talented since childhood, and now her cultivation has been gone. I wonder if she can withstand this blow?

Since he went to the academy to practice, he hasn't seen her for four or five years, and I don't know how she is now?

"The cultivation level is gone?" The shopkeeper was slightly surprised, then shook his head and sighed: "If that is the case, Guyuan Liquid will have no effect on the young master's friend."

"Is there any other useful medicine that can work?" Nangong Lingyun asked.

The shopkeeper shook his head and said regretfully: "You can do it again after your cultivation has dissipated, but if you cannot condense your inner breath, you will probably have no hope of practicing in this life."

When Nangong Lingyun came back, he asked the instructors of the college. Now, seeing the shopkeeper as he said, his heart sank.

"Thank you, donor, I have cleaned the medicine."

A voice came, making Nangong Lingyun look at the sound involuntarily.

I saw a little monk saying to a pharmacist with a smile on his face. The crisp and pleasant voice, the smile like spring breeze, and the delicate side face made people lit up when they saw it.

Tang Ning noticed that his eyes were on her face, so he turned his head to look. He saw a handsome man in purple robe and gorgeous clothes standing not far away and staring at her. When she saw the other person's face, scenes of scenes flashed through her mind...

The childhood sweetheart's feelings, his maintenance, and his pampering, passed by one in my mind. The feeling was as if she had experienced it personally, very clear.

The picture finally freezes on the day when the boy is about to leave.

Ning'er, when the magnolia tree we planted grows to the height of the wall in the future, I will marry you as my bride.

OK, let's tie the hook, I'm growing up and want to be Brother Yun's bride...

Fifteen-year-old Nangong Lingyun and nine-year-old Tang Ning made a promise in front of the magnolia tree planted by the two of them.

Perhaps seeing the two of them looking at each other speechlessly, the atmosphere was a little strange. The shopkeeper next to him smiled and said, "Have you used it?"

Tang Ning came to his senses, thought of the dead original owner, and when she thought of her current situation, she finally calmed down, showed a smile, walked forward and thanked the shopkeeper.

"Thank you, the shopkeeper, you've used it." She clasped her hands together and said with her eyebrows and eyes lightly.

Nangong Lingyun looked at the little monk's delicate face and felt a little familiar. However, before he could think about it, he saw the little monk raise his eyes and smile at him, nodded slightly, and then walked out.

He was a little confused, but he didn't remember when he had seen such a young monk.
Chapter completed!