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

As Su Muyu's gaze moved towards the place where he saw a face that looked as if it had been carved by an axe or a knife, immersed in the night.

Su Changhe spoke indifferently and with a serious face, he pulled a stool over and sat down at the table in the guest room.

His eyes were as hard as iron, staring at Su Muyu in front of him.

Su Muyu also sat down: "Changhe, why are you here?"

As soon as he finished speaking, Su Changhe's cold face suddenly changed, and he immediately turned to Su Muyu with a flattering look:

"I was just passing by and came to see you!"

"Changhe!"

Seeing him like this, Su Muyu frowned with a look of disgust.

"The biggest problem with you is that you're boring! Why did I come over to see you? I was supposed to go see a show!"

Su Changhe's warm face was rubbed against Su Muyu's cold butt, and his tone immediately turned cold.

"Watching a show? What show are you watching?"

Su Muyu asked doubtfully.

"Yes, I have a feeling that there will be a wonderful drama to be staged in Chaisang City!"

Su Changhe played with the short-bladed knife in his hand, raised his eyebrows and continued:

"Maybe, I'll have a chance to meet those talented people!"

"The Eighth Young Master Beili? What news have you gotten about them?"

Su Muyu's eyes froze.

"That's right! Four of them have arrived, but I've only met two of them—Zhuo Mo Duoyan and Master Qingge!"

Seeing that Su Muyu had just poured a cup of tea, Su Changhe reached out and took it, then drank it all.

When Su Muyu heard that four of the Eight Young Masters of Beili had come, he couldn't help but frown.

He picked up the teapot, poured himself another cup, and then said:

"I have been waiting for Gu Jianmen these past few days. I was supposed to duel with him at Gu's house that day, but during the fight, an uninvited guest showed up from nowhere, and his cultivation level was higher than mine!"

Su Muyu held the ice porcelain teacup in her hand, without drinking it, and spoke to Su Changhe word by word.

"The person you are talking about is not Wen Yanzhao, a junior of the Wen family?"

Su Changhe was startled when he heard this, and jumped up with his eyes wide open.

"You've fought him, too?"

Su Muyu raised his eyebrows and asked.

"No! But I have seen him in Longshou Street! He defeated the four assassins of the Yan family with one move. His sword power is not inferior to yours!"

Su Changhe looked a little worried. He was naturally well aware of Su Muyu's methods. To be able to evaluate Wen Yanzhao in this way, there must be no exaggeration.

"This kid is not a pushover. In the battle on the rooftop of the Gu family building that day, he defeated my Eighteen Sword Formation with one move! The Wen family has always been low-key, but they are not willing to release such a powerful character until now!"

Su Muyu raised his hand, the teacup was empty, and his face looked solemn.

"There's no point in saying more! The Wen family is secretive and adept at using poison. If even you are defeated, then this Chaisang City will not be able to tolerate the ghosts of us, Anhe!"

Su Changhe sighed, walked to the window, said "I'm leaving first!", and disappeared into the thick, inky night.

"It seems that the cooperation with the Gu family has been wasted!"

Su Muyu ignored Su Changhe who was walking away, poured another cup of tea, took a sip and muttered to himself.

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Longshou Street, Donggui Tavern.

It was almost midnight, and most of the six people in the tavern were already drunk. Only the old drunkard Wen Hujiu and the little poisonous man Wen Yanzhao, who could drink a thousand cups without getting drunk, were still clear-eyed.

As they drank and exchanged cups, Wen Yanzhao had already seen through the plan of the Eighth Young Master of Beili——

Crush the Yan family's conspiracy to annex the Gu family, and join forces with Yan family's second lady Yan Liuli to expose the truth that Yan Bietian killed Gu family's patriarch Gu Luoli!

"I say, Lei Er, although the second young lady of the Yan family is a woman, her scheming is truly unfathomable. I guess even her brother has been plotted against!"

Wen Yanzhao took out a dirty green pill the size of a fingernail from somewhere.

Then he threw it high up and picked it up with his mouth, chewing it while saying to Lei Mengsha, who had regained his speech.

"She is a heroine, a love-crazy woman! Wait, what delicious food are you eating? Give me one to taste!"

Lei Mengsha drank a full jar of Yuanzheng, his eyes were half-drunk and his face was flushed.

"The scar has healed and the pain has been forgotten. My nephew took the Dream-breaking Yellow Millet Pill and fell asleep right after taking it..."

Wenhujiu chuckled, but before he could finish, Lei Mengsha interrupted him.

"Senior Wen, isn't it nice to fall asleep right after eating?"

"You're just a stubborn person. Once that thing falls asleep, it can never wake up again!"

Wenhujiu looked at Lei Mengsha with disdain.

"Ah?! Then my cousin is poisoned! Cousin, have you drunk too much? Spit it out quickly..."

Baili Dongjun, whose face flushed red, was sobered up by the words and quickly shook Wen Yanzhao and said in a hurry.

"It's okay, cousin, please sit down. I like to eat poison. The more I eat, the stronger my skills will be!"

As Wen Yanzhao spoke, he took out a light purple pill from his sleeve and put it in his mouth, then swallowed it with a gulp of mellow dogwood wine.

Everyone: "..."

"The young master of the Wen family has such a strange martial art. This is the first time Luo Xuan has heard of it in his life! After three rounds of drinks, I would like to thank Brother Baili for his hospitality. Now I would like to discuss tomorrow's affairs with Brother Lei and a few others..."

Mr. Ya Luo Xuan's words were well-thought-out and made people feel like they were in spring breeze. At the end, he brought up some serious matters, and everyone nodded in response.

"We brothers are as close as brothers, and we cannot watch our third brother being imprisoned and murdered! However, the Yan family has a huge force behind them, and there are also masters from the outer world to help them. I'm afraid it will be difficult for us to handle it alone..."

"Luo Xuan is not talented, but I would like to ask this young hero, Brother Wen, to lend a helping hand to us, okay?"

After Luo Xuan finished speaking, Wen Yanzhao's eyes remained calm, and he looked at his uncle without responding.

After warming the pot of wine and thinking for a while, he slowly spoke:

"Zhao'er is young and his skills are still shallow. I am grateful for the praise from the Eighth Young Master, but my Wen family has always been a peaceful family, let alone getting involved in the unknown disputes between the two major families in the Southwest Road and behind them. I think..."

Wen Yanzhao interrupted her before she could finish her words:

"Uncle's words are indeed reasonable. My Wen family has always been low-key. Yan Zhao is still young and should naturally follow his uncle's advice. But since I have already killed the Yan family servants and repelled the Yan family's assassins, I have to wade into this muddy water!"

Lei Mengsha and Luo Xuan were delighted when they heard this, and admiration appeared on their faces. They couldn't help but secretly admire in their hearts that Wen Yanzhao was not only an outstanding martial arts master but also a heroic character!

"Children have their own ideas when they grow up. Elders' blind control is not the way to help them. Zhao'er, you should go with the two young masters. Your uncle will lead the charge for you!"

After listening to his nephew's impassioned speech, Wenhujiu stopped trying to stop him.

His eyes were full of praise, and he thought to himself: "The Wen family has hope for rejuvenation!" Then he raised his glass to everyone!

"I'll wait for you all to return after your success! Go!"

"Zhao'er thanks uncle! Cheers!"

"My cousin is so handsome! Shit!"

"Dry!"

……

As the wine glasses clinked, the tavern was filled with a happy atmosphere!

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Yuanheng Inn, west of Chaisang City.

Sitting in the room was a girl with a white veil on her face and skin as white as cream, looking like a fairy from the Moon Palace.

This woman is none other than Yue Yao, the eldest daughter of Yue Fengcheng, the ruler of Beique State, and the fairy sister that Baili Dongjun is obsessed with.

Opposite Yueyao, a cold and stern man with white hair like snow and a graceful demeanor leaned forward slightly, stood in front of her, and reported:

"Master, I learned from the spies in Chaisang City today that the four assassins sent by Yan Bietian have been defeated by a young man named Wen in Donggui Tavern!"

"And...he only used one move!"

Yue Yao's brows were not relaxed, as if she was thinking about something. After listening to the white-haired man's words, she slowly opened her mouth and said:

"Why would the Wen family, who have always been low-key and secretive, interfere in the affairs of the Gu and Yan families? What is the identity of that young man?"

"I have received a report that the man's name is Wen Yanzhao, and he is the grandson of the Wen family. His uncle Wen Hujiu also came with him. At this moment, he is in the Donggui Tavern with Lei Mengsha and Luo Xuan, two of the Eight Young Masters of Beili!"

The white-haired man responded.

Yueyao stood up, walked to the window, and looked at the endless night:

"I didn't expect the situation to be so complicated. The Eighth Young Master of Beili is actually involved with the Wen family. Send someone to keep an eye on them and pay close attention to the boy's every move!"

"I obey my orders!"

The white-haired man slowly left, leaving Yueyao alone in the room.

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