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

Shenjian Town, Jianlin Inn.

It was past midnight, and the pedestrians in the town had long since dispersed. From time to time, the sound of the night watchman's gong could be heard on the narrow street.

She drank the pot of wine with a smile on her face, staggering from side to side, and ran into the inn with a scent of powder on her face.

As soon as I entered the door, I saw Wen Yanzhao sitting next to the two Ye Bai brothers who were already drunk and unconscious.

He held the celadon bowl and ate the poisonous rice without even looking up.

Hearing the staggering footsteps entering the inn, Wen Yanzhao turned around and saw that it was his uncle warming a pot of wine.

He knew what it meant to warm up a pot of wine, so he didn't put down his chopsticks, and asked with his mouth full:

"My uncle didn't refuse to pay for his drinking today, did he?"

When Wen Hujiu heard Wen Yanzhao teasing him, his mustache trembled and his tone was gloomy:

"You little brat, you act like your uncle and get away with it for free! I am also the young master of the Wen family, so I do have some pocket money!"

Wen Yanzhao put down his chopsticks, wiped the rice grains from the corner of his mouth, and carefully put the blue-rimmed bowl into the storage space.

(PS: The blue-rimmed bowl belonged to the inn, but Wen Yanzhao had poisoned it, so he took it away to avoid any accidental injury.)

(Wen Yanzhao: Please prove to me that I didn’t steal their stuff!)

Then he pointed at Baili Dongjun and Ye Dingzhi who were drunk in front of him:

"Look at your nephew, he's not as good at drinking as you are!"

"At least my uncle can drink a thousand cups without getting drunk, but Xiao Baili is numb after two bottles of wine!"

Wen Hujiu sat down on the empty seat opposite Wen Yanzhao, burped and laughed:

"You are born with a poisonous Gu, but you can drink a thousand cups without getting drunk, right?"

Wen Yanzhao ignored him and glanced at Ye Dingzhi beside him. His expression suddenly darkened:

"This kid is still a Beili Qin prisoner on the run. If he goes back to his aunt's house in Qiandong City with us, it won't be convenient, right?"

When Wenhujiu heard this, he shook his head and said seriously:

"Zhao'er is right, but you and I both know Xiao Baili's temper."

"He finally found his childhood best friend this time. Even if he has to risk his life, he will never abandon this kid named Ye again!"

"Let's wait until they wake up tomorrow and then make a decision!"

Wen Yanzhao thought for a moment and nodded.

The uncle and nephew each carried one and went up to the guest room on the second floor.

When the two of them left Baili Dongjun lying on the bed, a problem arose -

Ye Dingzhi did not book a room. He wanted to have a drink here and then head to Tianqi City.

Unexpectedly, he ran into Baili Dongjun and the uncle and nephew of the Wen family. The embarrassing thing was that the guest rooms in this hotel were already full of people who came to the Sword Forest to get swords.

Smart Wenjuujiu stretched out his index finger: "Nephew, I have a good idea!"

Wen Yanzhao asked suspiciously, "Stop talking, I think this is a bad idea!"

Wenhujiu persisted: "If you say so, I will say something even worse!"

Wen Yanzhao: “…”

He warmed the pot of wine and gently placed Ye Dingzhi on the armchair in the guest room. He rolled his eyes and analyzed:

"Nephew, do you think what your uncle said makes sense..."

"Xiao Baili and this Ye Dingzhi are good brothers. They have been like brothers since childhood, right?"

Wen Yanzhao: "Go on..."

Warming up the pot of wine: "Then what's the problem with letting them sleep in the same room?"

Wen Yanzhao heard this, put his hands on his chin and thought for a while, then realized that this was the only way for now, so he nodded:

"Uncle, what you said makes sense!"

"Then let's go back and rest early. Let's buy a carriage tomorrow morning and go back to Qiandong City first!"

Wenhujiu was very considerate and took off Baili Dongjun's shoes and socks and put them back on the bed. Then he pulled up the chairs in the room and made a simple "bed".

He stretched Ye Dingzhi's limbs and placed them on it before leaving with satisfaction.

"Zhao'er, have you noticed that Ye Dingzhi is exactly the same as Xiao Baili, and he is also born with a martial vein!"

He warmed up the bottle of wine and walked out of the room. In the corridor, his expression changed from being kind just now and his tone was quite serious.

"Yes, I discovered it when I was fighting him in Jianlin! Did my uncle just discover it now?"

The uncle and nephew of the Wen family were asking and answering each other in the dark corridor, and the two figures were frighteningly quiet.

The eyes of Wenhujiu were bright and sparkling in the thick inky night.

At this moment, he was no longer the elder who usually joked and acted cute with Wen Yanzhao and Baili Dongjun.

Instead, he is the Poison Bodhisattva of the Wen family, a top master in the realm of freedom who has been in the martial arts world for decades!

After a moment of hesitation, Wenjiujiu said:

"In this whole world, the only people who covet the natural martial veins are not from the outer world!"

"Now that these two precious children are with you and me, we must be extremely careful."

"And you, although you are determined and calm in your actions, you can be a bit ostentatious sometimes."

"You are my only nephew. The future of the Wen family depends on you."

"Zhao'er, go back and have a rest. Anyone who dares to touch my nephews who are warming a bottle of wine will have to step over my dead body..."

After giving his earnest instructions while warming the pot of wine, he threw down one last powerful sentence, turned around and walked towards his room.

Wen Yanzhao's eyes turned red after hearing his uncle's words. No matter how powerful he was, he was still a teenager at heart.

His heart was churning, and before he could feel the emotion for a moment, Wenhujiu suddenly stopped and called out:

"Oh no! My dear nephew, you borrowed ten taels of silver from me, but in your haste you forgot to redeem the wine gourd!"

Sure enough, the naughty uncle who is only handsome for three seconds is back.

Of course, there was not enough money to warm up a pot of wine and drink it, so he called a few young girls.

The money for the wine was paid, but the girl's head wrap was nowhere to be found.

He had no choice but to pawn the gold-inlaid rosewood wine gourd that he had carried with him for over twenty years to someone else.

I just touched my waist and realized it was empty.

After hearing what Wen Hujiu said, Wen Yanzhao almost rolled his eyes to the sky!

Seeing his uncle approaching with a frivolous smile, he felt both angry and amused, and still took out a silver ingot from his pocket.

"Here! This won't happen again!"

Seeing his nephew take out the silver, he warmed up the pot of wine and took it with many thanks:

"It's all blood ties! My dear nephew, from now on if you say go east, your uncle will never go west!"

"You ask me to beat the dog, but I will never scold the chicken!"

Wen Yanzhao was a little nervous and waved his hands impatiently:

"Okay, okay, uncle, can you do something new? Redeem the wine gourd and go to bed early!"

After saying that, he went back to his room.

He took a leap, warmed the pot of wine, jumped out of the nearby window, and disappeared into the night.

……

The sound of snoring could be heard in Jianlin Inn, but in Tianqi City, thousands of miles away, someone was tossing and turning in bed.

Tianqi City, north of the Imperial Palace.

"A 17-year-old boy has reached the state of Fuyao. This is nothing to be afraid of!"

"The remnant of the Ye family is the hidden disease..."

"Zhuoqing, is the news above true?"

Emperor Tai'an Xiao Chongjing's face was as solemn as water, staring at the rice paper in his hand and asked.

Zhuoqing knelt outside the curtain of Xiao Chongjing's dragon bed and responded respectfully:

"Your Majesty, I have already ordered Yingzong and Anhe to verify from various sources..."

"According to the spy's report, it's absolutely true!"

Xiao Chongjing sat on the dragon bed and sighed deeply:

"This man is a cousin of the grandson of Baili Luochen, the Marquis of Zhenxi. Although the Wen family in Lingnan is weak..."

"But if this poison sac is punctured, half of Beili's people will be buried with him!"

"Ignore that kid named Ye for now. Let's see if there's anyone supporting him. By the way, where is Feng'er now?"

Zhuo Qing, who was kneeling on the ground with his head lowered, responded:

"Your Majesty, Prince Langya has already left Jixia Academy yesterday and is expected to arrive in Qiandong City tomorrow at the latest!"

Xiao Chongjing raised his eyes to look at Zhuoqing, thought for a moment and said softly:

"Send a team of fast horses to deliver my oral instructions to Feng'er..."

"Tell him to keep a close watch on the Zhenxi Marquis Mansion. If there is any connection with the remnants of the Ye family, report back immediately!"

"The boy from the Wen family is still a little young after all. If he can enter the Jixia Academy, Feng'er can recruit him and use him for his own benefit!"

Xiao Chongjing was a qualified emperor, and he was very experienced in both imperial mentality and the ability to control his subordinates.

However, he came to power with great difficulty and was left with a chronic disease of excessive suspicion and jealousy.

After Xiao Chongjing finished speaking, he no longer looked at Zhuoqing who was kneeling on the ground, and said:

"I'm tired, go and do what I told you to do!"

Upon hearing this, Zhuoqing bowed and said, "Yes, sir," before leaving Emperor Tai'an's bedroom.

(I stayed up late yesterday to update, and something at the company delayed the update this morning, but there will be another chapter in the evening!)