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

At the beginning of the Yin hour, the sky is full of stars and the night is dark.

The true energy in the Donggui Tavern was surging, and Sikong Changfeng was sitting in a huge wooden barrel.

The uncle and nephew of the Wen family sat cross-legged on the ground, using their hands to exert their internal strength, and pressed against the wall of the barrel, one on the left and one on the right.

The aroma of wine in the wooden barrel was mixed with a strange poisonous smell, and it seemed to be boiling. The mist was thick and enveloped the three people.

Baili Dongjun, who was standing aside, looked at the three people in front of him boredly, tapping the floor with his fingers, without a trace of sleepiness.

"Is this going to work? I'm afraid that in a few hours, Sikong Changfeng will be a cooked duck!"

Baili Dongjun said doubtfully.

"My dear nephew, you still have a lot to learn! Go get some gourd of wine for your uncle. I'm dying of greed!"

He continued to transfer the internal force of his palm into the wooden barrel while warming the pot of wine, then turned around and said to Baili Dongjun.

"Well, my uncle, your nephew only sold this fine wine for 500 taels of silver, and the rest went into your stomach!"

Baili Dongjun stood up, picked up the gourd, and walked towards the wine cellar in the back hall.

"Sa!"

As soon as Baili Dongjun entered the back hall, he felt two dark shadows flash past behind him like ghosts.

"Who?!" Baili Dongjun exclaimed.

"Little brother, why are you drinking here alone? Is it..."

The person who spoke was dressed in black, with short and stylish hair, and the dagger in his hand flew up and down between his fingertips.

He appeared behind Baili Dongjun with a smile on his face.

As soon as he finished speaking, Su Muyu, with a black umbrella on her back and a cold and beautiful face, also walked out slowly.

"You? You are the ghost from Gu's house last time... Why didn't you find my wine shop?"

Baili Dongjun looked up and down at the two people in front of him warily.

The people who came were the two killers of Dark River——

Umbrella-holding ghost Su Muyu and undertaker Su Changhe.

Su Changhe couldn't help but smile when he heard this:

"You call him a ghost?? Hahahahahaha ~ This is the first time I hear someone call him that!"

"He's the most handsome guy in our place! But, he's still a little behind me!"

After saying that, Su Changhe blew the hair on his forehead in a cocky manner.

Baili Dongjun was embarrassed when he heard this. He was not blind to know who was beautiful or ugly, but he still responded perfunctorily:

"Uh... ah, yes, yes..."

After that, he continued to say to the two people in front of him: "I'm sorry, my friend is recuperating in the front hall, please don't disturb me!"

After listening to this, Su Changhe nodded slightly and said, "In that case, we'll see each other again if we're destined to!"

Su Muyu on the side also nodded.

Then the two of them flashed and jumped out of the window, disappearing into the thick night like black mist.

The two of them came here just to investigate Wen Yanzhao, but they didn't see the real person, and were wary of Baili Dongjun's identity as the young marquis of Zhenxi Marquis Mansion, so they left tactfully.

Baili Dongjun looked at the two and murmured to himself: "What a strange couple..."

When he turned around to look at the Su brothers leaving, he didn't know that three people, two in white and one in purple, were staring at him in a two-story wooden building a few feet away from the back hall of the tavern.

A barely audible sigh came from Yueyao's veil, and then she said with a hint of frustration:

"Let's go. Since the left and right guardians are not sure of defeating the uncle and nephew of the Wen family, what's the point of waiting here?"

"Fortunately, Baili Dongjun, who was born with a martial vein, has been in love with me for a long time. We will have many opportunities in the future!"

"We have already been defeated, Elder Chen. Yueyao doesn't want you two to get hurt again!"

After Yue Yao finished speaking, the Purple-Robed Marquis White-Faced Immortal bowed and said, "As you command!"

The three of them also moved into the room in the building and disappeared.

Baili Dongjun didn't know that at that moment, he had completely missed the opportunity to meet the fairy sister he had been thinking about day and night.

He carried the wine gourd containing the warm pot of wine, went into the wine cellar, filled the gourd with mulberry leaves, and returned to the front hall.

"What the hell are you doing? It takes you a quarter of an hour to get a drink?"

Wenhujiu was a little impatient when he saw him coming back.

"Uncle and cousin, guess who I just met?"

Baili Dongjun handed the wine gourd to Wenhu wine and said mysteriously.

Wen Yanzhao teased, "Could it be that my cousin has met the girl of his dreams?"

Baili Dongjun blushed:

"Cousin, please don't make fun of me. I met the umbrella ghost who fought with Gu Jianmen last time. There was another person with similar clothes beside him. He was holding a knife and looked like he was not very smart..."

"Oh~ It seems that Anhe has also set his sights on you, Xiao Baili! You better be careful!"

Sang Luodao warmed the pot of wine, held the gourd in one hand and took a big gulp.

"Why does it seem like everyone is coming for me? Is it because the wine I brew is too delicious?"

Baili Dongjun didn't know what was going on, so he clapped his hands, thinking that it was the aroma of his wine that attracted them.

"It's not wine! They've taken a fancy to your natural martial veins! From now on, when we return to Qiandong City, you are not allowed to run around. You must follow me and my uncle closely!"

Wen Yanzhao warned.

"Oh, I see! You can't write two words for Wen. How come my cousin has become as verbose as my uncle?"

Baili Dongjun wrinkled his nose, pouted and responded reluctantly.

"During this trip to the southwest, Zhao'er finally broke through. Once we cure the little spear fairy, we will set off to send your cousin back to the Zhenxi Marquis's Mansion!"

"We uncle and nephew have to go back to research new poisons. I have been thinking about it for a long time these past two days and I think the idea you mentioned before is worth a try!"

While warming the pot of wine and transferring his internal energy into the barrel, he spoke to Wen Yanzhao.

"The Sword Forest Festival is held once every four years. Uncle, aren't you interested in going to see it?"

Wen Yanzhao, who was constantly transmitting his internal energy, rolled his eyes and asked.

Before Wenhujiu could express his opinion, Baili Dongjun excitedly interrupted:

"Cousin, what is this Sword Forest Festival? It sounds awesome! (???)"

The man who was warming the pot of wine burped loudly and spoke faintly:

"The Sword Forest Grand Meeting your cousin mentioned is the Sword Forest Meeting that is held every four years in Shenjian Town!"

"There are two great sword-making schools in this world, one is Jianxinzhong, and the other is Mingjian Villa, which has a long-standing reputation in the martial arts world!"

"The two great sword-making families take turns to be the dealer in Shenjian Town. This year, it is Mingjian Villa's turn to be the dealer! I wonder if a fairy palace sword that has not been seen for a long time will be born!"

After Wen Hu Jiu's words were finished, Baili Dongjun's eyes sparkled and he was fascinated.

"Uncle, cousin! After we cure Sikong Changfeng, how about we go and see this quadrennial event?"

"You don't practice swordplay, and your cousin already has a Chengying sword of the Immortal Palace grade! Why are we going there?"

Wen Hu Jiu's attitude was obvious, and Baili Dongjun's face instantly fell.

Wen Yanzhao was naturally familiar with the plot. This time when he went to Jianlin, Xiao Baili would meet his destined brother - Ye Dingzhi!

Moreover, if he were allowed to go on stage to seize the sword, it would certainly awaken his memory and cause him to use the long-lost Western Chu Sword Song, which would then trigger a series of subsequent troubles.

Wen Yanzhao didn't know what to choose at this moment. While he was thinking, Baili Dongjun suddenly said seriously:

"Who said I don't practice swordsmanship? Uncle, cousin! After the dispute between the Gu and Yan families in Chaisang City, I have made up my mind! From now on, I will practice martial arts seriously!"

"Wait a minute...Xiao Baili? What did you say?"

I almost spit out a mouthful of wine while warming the pot:

"Didn't you say that you aspire to be a wine fairy? Why do you suddenly want to learn martial arts? The determined little wine fairy has changed his mind!"

"Uncle, you don't know. Ever since I witnessed my cousin's flying and powerful swordsmanship, and the brotherhood and kinship of the Eighth Young Master of Beili, I have always asked myself--"

"If my brothers, people I care about, are in danger, will I also draw my sword and protect them like my cousin and those young masters?"

"So... I, Baili Dongjun, swear today in front of my uncle and cousin that I will concentrate on practicing martial arts from now on and become an indomitable swordsman!"

Baili Dongjun's words were so heroic that Wenhuo couldn't help but show a look of relief.

After listening to his cousin's words, Wen Yanzhao understood what was going on and nodded.

"Good cousin! Then the three of us will break into his sword forest event and bring back a good sword for Xiao Baili!"

Baili Dongjun was delighted when he heard this, and jumped to Wen Yanzhao and hugged his arm:

"I declare that my cousin's position in my heart has surpassed that of my father and uncle! He is ranked first for now!"

Wenhujiu frowned and said sarcastically:

"You are such a heartless nephew. Just because your cousin speaks up for you, you forget about your uncle, right? I have spoiled you for nothing!"

Baili Dongjun pouted: "Is it not okay for my uncle to be second?"

Wen Yanzhao couldn't help but laugh and sighed:

"Sure enough, my uncle's family status has declined again!"

The corner of Wenhujiu's mouth curled up a sly smile, and he whispered:

"Your uncle didn't have any status in the family!"

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