Young White Horse: The Poison Sword Master of the Wen Family, Shocking the Apocalypse

The North is beyond the sky.

As winter approaches, the northern border becomes increasingly cold and biting.

A deafening roar suddenly rang out from the cave where Wu Xiang Shi was:

"I will not be a human being if I don't kill this little thief from the Wen family!"

A fierce true energy surged in the cave, causing Wuxiang, who was sitting in the wheelchair, to have his hair and beard stand on end!

This old man, who had always been kind in Zi Yuji's eyes, now looked like an old lion. There was nothing in his eyes except murderousness and coldness, without any trace of his previous expression.

Mo Qixuan glanced at Zi Yuji beside him in fear, and seeing that he was also silent, he had to lower his head even more.

"How could the Wuzuo Twin Envoys be killed by that kid? Zi Yuji, Mo Qixuan! Did you see it with your own eyes? Was it Li Changsheng who was interfering, so that Wen Yanzhao took the opportunity to attack?"

Wuxiang calmed down his anger, but he still couldn't believe the facts before him.

Zi Yuji didn't dare to look up at Wu Xiang Shi:

"Your Excellency, it was indeed Wen Yanzhao who did it! Mo Qixuan and I saw it with our own eyes in a corner tower half a mile away..."

"Somehow, he broke through the half-step divine wandering in a short period of time, and used the move of Ten Thousand Swords Returning to the Origin to break through the Qimen Dunjia of the Wuzuo envoy, and then..."

Mo Qixuan didn't say anything, just nodded repeatedly.

Wuxiang's eyes were stern:

"Half-step Divine Wandering? You said he is already at the Half-step Divine Wandering stage?"

Zi Yuji nodded and said yes:

"It is indeed a half-step divine travel. He used only the inner energy in his body to cause internal injuries to me and Mo Qixuan!"

When Wu Xiang heard this, his eyes dimmed and he sighed deeply:

Oh my God... Why don't we have such a genius in the North? "

"The leader's divine power has not yet been completed, and those two people with natural martial veins have become Li Changsheng's disciples. When will the cause of restoring the country be accomplished..."

Wuxiangshi seemed to have his soul sucked out of him, and he collapsed face up in the wheelchair.

"You guys go down, and don't go to Beili again in the short term. Our only hope now is to wait for those two natural martial veins to leave Li Changsheng's protection!"

"Arrange some personnel to keep a close eye on their actions. Once the time is right, I will send more personnel to capture one of them!"

Zi Yuji and Mo Qixuan bowed and left the cave.

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Valley of the King of Medicine.

A young man with sharp features and delicate eyebrows. His clothes were a bit old but still clean.

He was walking along with a piece of foxtail grass in his mouth, carrying a bright silver spear on his shoulder, and a medicine basket full of various herbs on the tip of the spear.

The medicine basket was filled with rare herbs that were rarely seen in normal times, and there were cool dewdrops hanging on the herbs.

Although it is early winter now, Yaowang Valley is located in the southeast and it is not too cold yet.

The young man was Sikong Changfeng, who had become a disciple of Xin Baicao in Yaowang Valley. After several months of Xin Baicao's careful treatment, his internal injuries and chronic illnesses had improved a lot.

Sikong Changfeng pushed open the fence door of the thatched cottage, and Xin Baicao was grinding medicine with a squeaking sound.

Seeing Sikong Changfeng coming back from collecting herbs, he frowned and said:

"Sikong Changfeng, look at you, you don't look like a little medicine boy at all! You hold a spear every day, and the villagers passing by think you are going to a fight!"

"Tsk! I'm not some little medicine boy!" Sikong Changfeng spat out the dogtail grass in his mouth, retracted his gun and threw the medicine basket in front of Xin Baicao.

"Xin Baicao, if you say that to me again, I won't learn medicine from you anymore. I will pack my bags and leave Medicine King Valley tomorrow!"

Xin Baicao smiled and shook her head, then picked up the medicine basket on the ground and picked them up carefully:

"I bet you won't want to leave here!"

"Not bad, not bad. The herbs you collected are perfect. It seems that you have some talent for medicine! Let's boil the herbs according to the dosage I told you yesterday!"

Sikong Changfeng waved his hand and the medicine basket flew into his hand. He muttered reluctantly:

"I pick the herbs and boil them myself. I cured most of my illnesses by myself!"

Xin Baicao put down the Huiyi trough in his hand, and raised the corner of his mouth: "Have you paid me for the consultation?"

Sikong Changfeng was choked by these words and his face turned red and white: "No! So what? It was you who begged me to stay!"

The Huiyi trough under Xin Baicao's feet began to sound again:

"You, don't be ungrateful for what you have! I saved your life, passed on this robe to you, and gave you a thatched cottage to live in..."

"Allowing you to collect and boil herbs by yourself is also a necessary skill for studying medicine. What else do you want?"

Sikong Changfeng carried the medicine basket and placed it next to the stove, starting to light a fire. He said sarcastically:

"I should be grateful for saving my life, but I have never heard of any doctor in the world who saves a patient's life and then forces the patient to stay and study medicine!"

Xin Baicao laughed: "You are a person with extraordinary talent, I can't bear to waste it!"

The fire in the stove was lit, and Sikong Changfeng skillfully washed and chopped the herbs in the medicine basket, and arranged them neatly one by one.

While doing the work in his hands, he asked, "How do you know I have talent?"

Xin Baicao carefully poured the ground Ganoderma lucidum and Gastrodia elata powder from the trough into the pottery jar, and then said:

"You should have died of your chronic heart disease long ago, but you just casually read a few medical books and accidentally cured part of it!"

"And he's still alive today. What do you think - this isn't talent? What kind of person is considered talented?"

Sikong Changfeng nodded, and then asked again:

"I am still alive today, but the reason I am still alive is because the uncle and nephew of the Wen family used poison to fight poison! You should know this better than me!"

Xin Baicao finished packing the medicine jars, patted the remaining powder on his hands and said:

"Poison, bullshit! I suspect that old pervert who warms the pot of wine has some intentions towards me. He always plays such boring tricks on me!"

"You were poisoned by their uncle and nephew, but underneath the poison is a serious illness that could kill you!"

"But it's strange that the poison of Wenhu wine is easy to cure, but the poison of that little nephew Wen Yanzhao I still haven't completely eliminated from you!"

When Sikong Changfeng heard this, the bucket of well water in his hand fell back into the well!

He asked in horror:

"Ah?! The poison he gave me hasn't been removed yet? But he's obviously been very nice to me... He doesn't seem like someone who would hurt me!"

Xin Baicao waved her hands: "Don't be afraid, I haven't finished yet..."

"The poison he used is very strange. It planted a Gu on your heart meridian, which can actually protect your damaged heart meridian to a certain extent... Although you often have chest cramps and your limbs are a little numb when you sleep at night, it's not serious."

"It's really amazing... I've heard that there is this kind of poison in the Miao area, but I've never heard of the Wen family in Lingnan using it!"

"When you get the chance, see Wen Yanzhao again and ask him how he got the poison."

Xin Baicao's words finally put Sikong Changfeng at ease:

"I said, Dongjun's cousin will definitely not harm me!"

"By the way, Xin Baicao...I received a letter from Baili Dongjun last month, but I haven't replied to him yet. I guess he has already been admitted to the academy by now, right?"

Xin Baicao thought for a moment and then replied:

"If you count the days, it should be over. Why do you want to go to Tianqi City to find him now?"

After asking, there was no response from Sikong Changfeng. Xin Baicao looked up and saw that the medicine on the stove was already boiling, but there was no sign of Sikong Changfeng.

……

A moment later, Sikong Changfeng was heard walking out of the thatched cottage, holding a wine bag in one hand and a plate of pickled vegetables and tofu in the other.

Xin Baicao sighed:

"Why did you think of drinking? Besides, your snacks are too shabby!"

Sikong Changfeng sat down next to Xin Baicao in a nonchalant manner and placed the plate of pickled vegetables and tofu on the bluestone filled with medicine boxes and jars.

Sikong Changfeng took a sip of liquor, a mouthful of pickles, and a mouthful of tofu, and a look of melancholy appeared on his face as he drank.

Xin Baicao looked at the young man in front of him and asked softly:

"Why? Do you miss your friend who can make wine?"

Sikong Changfeng stroked the wine bag in his hand and sighed:

"Yeah, I don't know how he is doing now!"

"I don't know if he's still being chased and beaten, and I don't know if he still has friends around him..."

……

When he said this, in the inner courtyard of Jixia Academy, Baili Dongjun was chasing Wen Yanzhao around the academy, shouting:

"Damn cousin, I haven't settled the score with you for what happened last time! Stop right there..."

……

The scene switches back to Medicine King Valley, Xin Baicao said leisurely:

"When I was twelve years old, I was studying medicine with my junior fellow apprentice. I was also full of youthful ambition and wanted to learn a lot of skills and travel the world..."

"Now that I am almost forty, I have seen through the bitterness of life. I just want to be independent in this quiet and elegant world!"

Sikong Changfeng felt a little regretful:

"Alas, your superb medical skills are wasted in this deep Medicine King Valley all day long!"

"Why don't you just follow me out? We can definitely save more people!"

Xin Baicao sighed:

"There are countless lives in this world, and they are born, grow old, get sick, and die every day. The cycle of reincarnation never ends. It's all fate. Even if I go out, how many people can I save?"

"If someone can walk into this Medicine King Valley and have a connection with me like you, I will also rush to help and save his life!"

Sikong Changfeng pondered for a moment and then said with emotion:

"There are many people like me who want to be a wanderer."

"But I think there aren't many people in this world who are willing to endure loneliness and stay alone in the valley like you do!"

Xin Baicao shook his head and said:

"See the world, see all living things... and finally see myself. I already know myself, so of course I don't feel lonely!"

"When I find a true successor who inherits my legacy, I might travel around the world like you."

While the two were talking, Sikong Changfeng's wine bag was empty. He stood up and said:

"In this case, I am relieved about the traitor! I have decided to go to Tianqi City tomorrow to keep the appointment with Baili Dongjun!"

Xin Baicao smiled slightly:

"Well, I'll crush the powder into pills tonight and prepare a hundred pills. You can take one pill every afternoon and you'll be safe!"

"I also asked for a medicinal powder from the Qingzhou Mu family. In order to avoid trouble, you can go to Tianqi to get it back for me!"

Sikong Changfeng was stunned and scratched his head:

"But... Qingzhou is too far away!"

Xin Baicao rolled her eyes at him:

"What Qingzhou? The best pharmacy of the Mu family is Qiulu, and Qiulu is in Tianqi City, idiot!"

Sikong Changfeng smiled when he heard this:

"Thank you Master!"

Xin Baicao looked at the young man in front of her with some fondness:

"If you want to go, go ahead! One hundred pills are enough to keep you in trouble until next year."

"But I have something to say. When you have had enough fun in Tianqi City, remember to return to the valley!"

Sikong Changfeng smiled brilliantly, picked up his spear, leaped out and started dancing under the waterfall in front of the thatched cottage!

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Tianqi City, the capital city, Suzaku Gate.

A beautiful woman holding a huge black dragon-bone umbrella walked from outside the city in the distance, and passers-by stopped to look.

The woman had her hair tied up in a high bun, and there was an indescribable charm between her eyebrows and eyes.

The woman took every step steadily. There was no rain or snow, but she still held the huge black umbrella in her hand.

Arriving at the city gate, the woman was suddenly startled when she saw the notice posted on the city wall:

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