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

"You mean, you defeated the second son of the Gu family?"

Lei Mengsha frowned and flashed to Wen Yanzhao's side and asked.

"That's right, it's Master Lingyun, one of the Eight Young Masters of Beili—Gu Jianmen. His sword is very fast, but unfortunately he still needs to practice!"

Wen Yanzhao's casual words shocked everyone present.

"My third brother is in the Free Heaven Realm. He has profound and unrestrained swordsmanship, and he has also inherited the Gu family's true military skills. Did you really defeat him with just one move?"

"I don't believe it! You must have seen that I, Zhuo Mo Duoyan, am so handsome, and you want to use this incident to suppress me, right?"

"Don't rush to explain. I understand everything! After all, you are new to the martial arts world and your ambitions are as high as the sky..."

Lei Mengsha's chatterbox started again, and he kept talking to himself.

"Lei Lao Er, do you want to listen to what you are saying? My cousin and the little spear fairy are both witnesses. Oh, and my uncle is also here to warm up a pot of wine! You should believe this, right? Otherwise, let's go to the street and compete?"

Wen Yanzhao really couldn't stand Lei Mengsha's noise, so he stepped forward with a sharp look in his eyes.

"I don't think this is necessary! Master Lei, if my nephew hurts you, wouldn't it create a rift between our Wen family and the Eighth Master Beili?"

Everyone only felt a gust of wind passing in front of them, and the man who was warming the pot of wine had already pulled Wen Yanzhao away three feet away.

"You..." Lei Mengsha's face turned red and white after hearing the words "warming the pot of wine", and he was speechless for a moment.

"This is the first time I see you get humiliated!"

From afar, a sound like the sound of nature came.

As the sound entered their ears, the sound of the flute began to sound, like the gurgling of a stream, and everyone couldn't help but be intoxicated by it.

The sound of the flute drifted slowly, and then the sky was filled with pink and petals fell.

Seeing this, everyone in front of the tavern looked up at the source of the flute sound...

On the top of a big tree, a handsome young man in a light blue robe stood holding a flute. He was none other than Qingge Master Luo Xuan, one of the Eight Young Masters of Beili.

Sikong Changfeng's eyes widened, and he murmured:

"This man is Master Ya, the Eighth Master of Beili. Every time he appears, there is either music or flowers raining down. I have always thought that was an exaggeration, but when I saw him today, I never expected that there is such a thing in the world..."

"A pretentious person!"

Wen Yanzhao and Baili Dongjun looked at each other and laughed awkwardly, saying in unison.

"Hey Luo Xuan, why are you here too!"

Lei Mengsha ignored the words of the Wen Bai brothers, looked at Luo Xuan on the treetops, and shouted loudly.

"You are allowed to come, but I am not allowed to come?"

Luo Xuan landed from the tree and said to Lei Mengsha with a smile on his face. After he finished speaking, he saw that everyone was looking at him, so he cupped his hands:

"I am Master Qingge, Luo Xuan!"

"I've long heard that Master Qingge is Master Ya among the eight masters. Today I see that he lives up to his name!"

He warmed up the pot of wine, exchanged a few words of greeting, and bowed in return.

Seeing him like this, the three younger generations beside him also bowed and saluted.

"You're late. There's nothing we can do now!" Lei Mengsha looked frustrated.

"Why? I'm here just now. Aren't those killers you mentioned not showing up yet?"

Luo Xuan asked with a look of suspicion on his face.

"Hey, this little brother used one move to move in all directions, and those killers were killed or injured, and they all ran away!"

Lei Mengsha pointed at Wen Yanzhao, who had a look of disdain on his face, and said to Luo Xuan.

"Oh? Could it be that I just arrived at the place where I felt the innate energy and sword energy surging, it turned out to be you! I didn't expect it to be this little brother, he is really a young hero!"

After Luo Xuan finished speaking, he bowed to Wen Yanzhao. His words were sincere and there was no compliment at all.

"Mr. Qingge, thank you for your compliments! I am Wen Yanzhao, a young member of the time-honored Wen family of Lingnan. This is my uncle, Wen Hujiu. I'm sure you'll recognize him with your knowledge."

"This is Baili Dongjun, my cousin, the young marquis of Zhenxi Marquis Mansion!"

"And this little brother with a gun is my cousin's good friend Sikong Changfeng!"

After Wen Yanzhao introduced everyone one by one, he nodded in return to Luo Xuan.

"Etc., etc……"

Lei Mengsha flashed between Sikong Changfeng and Baili Dongjun, put his hands on their shoulders, and asked mysteriously:

"Aren't you two spies that Old Seven planted in Chaisang City? How did you become the young marquis of Zhenxi Marquis Mansion? Is Old Seven so generous as to even arrange a spy now?"

"I think Second Brother Lei may have misunderstood. Baili Dongjun is not your Seventh Brother's spy. He can't afford such a valuable spy, right, cousin!"

Wen Yanzhao wanted to dampen Lei Mengsha's arrogance. Baili Dongjun nodded fiercely and said proudly:

"Yes, I, Baili Dongjun, am the little overlord of Qiandong City. I won't be a spy for you!"

"It's bad, it's bad, it's all bad...Sixth Brother, our plan is a mess! Seventh Brother has always claimed that he has a plan that is perfect, but now, we can't even find our own spies, and we are being laughed at!"

"I think our Beili Eighth Young Master has lost all his reputation today!"

"You little brothers, I, Lei Mengsha, please don't spread this matter..."

Upon hearing this, Lei Mengsha blushed and started talking again.

"I say, second brother, if you don't open your mouth, no one will think you are dumb!"

Luo Xuan's face darkened and he threw down a sentence.

"You're such a good old Sixth Brother! Now you don't speak up for me, and you're even lecturing me. Today I..."

Lei Mengsha rushed to Luo Xuan in a flash, put his hands on his hips, and said with a red face.

"Buzz!"

Wen Yanzhao flicked his finger slightly, and a light yellow dot flew straight into Lei Mengsha's mouth, which was halfway through his words.

"(⊙o⊙)...What did you give me to eat..."

Lei Mengsha's face was filled with fear. Before he could finish his sentence, his voice gradually became hoarse and he could no longer make any sound.

"Why panic? Silence is golden!"

Wen Yanzhao had a wicked smile on his face.

"Little brother, although my second senior brother is a bit of a snob, he is a generous and righteous person. You must not hurt his life! If he is injured in the slightest, I, Luo Xuan, will fight to the death with you!"

The eight young masters of Beili are like brothers, and the sixth one Luo Xuan and the second one Lei Mengsha are the best friends.

Seeing Wen Yanzhao poisoning his second senior brother, he held a flute in his hand and spoke in a neither humble nor arrogant tone.

"Don't panic, Master Luo Xuan. My nephew's silence is golden, not poison. It will just make people speechless for a few hours!"

Wen Hujiu looked very proud, and his ears were almost covered with calluses from being annoyed by Lei Mengsha.

"Ah... well, as long as it's not poison, I'm happy to let my second brother be quiet for a while."

After Luo Xuan finished speaking, he glanced at Lei Mengsha, who was whimpering with his mouth wide open but unable to make any sound, then lowered his head and smiled.

"To be honest, my second brother and I are here for Gu Jianmen. There may be many spies from the Yan family on this street. To prevent any accidents, shall we go inside and talk?"

Seeing that everyone was staring at the funny Lei Mengsha and laughing secretly, Luo Xuan spoke.

"In that case, then come in and taste my Baili Dongjun's fine wine. It is an honor to entertain two of the eight young masters today!"

Baili Dongjun took the lead, stretched out his hand to make a gesture of invitation, and stood at the door of the tavern.

"It would be disrespectful to refuse!"

Luo Xuan did not refuse. After bowing, he pulled Lei Mengsha, who was gesturing, into the tavern first.

"Look at the good stuff you've done!"

Wen Hujiu patted the back of Wen Yanzhao's head and suppressed a smile.

"Aren't you also left alone?"

Wen Yanzhao wrinkled his nose and looked cunning.

"You're just a money-loser. Why are you still standing there? Come in and serve the guests!"

Baili Dongjun called out to Sikong Changfeng who was standing at the door.

After everyone entered the tavern and took their seats, Luo Xuan slowly spoke and explained to everyone the purpose of their trip to Chaisang City.

Sikong Changfeng was busy pouring wine for everyone under Baili Dongjun's arrangement.

Everyone sat opposite each other and drank. As soon as the wine entered their gulps, they could hear endless praises for Baili Dongjun's winemaking skills.

--------

At this moment, Qingsong Inn.

A young man in black suddenly appeared in Su Muyu's room, playing with a short pocket blade in his hand.

"Changhe? Why are you here too?"

(Thank you all readers for your support. I have received your reminder! I hope you can continue to support me. I will work hard to write! Love you! e（づ￣3￣）づ╭?～)