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

"Dong Jun, I have already explained to your cousin the things I entrusted to him!"

"Come, have one last drink with me!"

As the Confucian Immortal Gu Chen lifted the illusion in front of everyone, the Peach Forest Secret Realm also began to restore its true nature -

Except for the towering and lush ancient paulownia tree, the rest are just withered old trees and rotten wood. There is no peach blossom forest at all.

The eyes are full of enthusiasm, but it is ultimately illusory.

Baili Dongjun saw the Confucian immortal holding a bottle of wine in his hand, and Wen Yanzhao following him from a distance.

Hearing his master's words, Baili Dongjun hurried over, took the arm of the Confucian Immortal Gu Chen, and helped him sit down at the table under the Phoenix Paulownia tree.

The two of them sat on the ground. Wen Yanzhao walked to the table and bowed deeply to the Confucian Immortal Gu Chen:

"Senior, I have been so kind to you. I have no way to repay you this year. I can only remember your instructions and live up to your expectations!"

The Confucian Immortal nodded with satisfaction, a relaxed smile in his eyes, and then waved his hand:

"You go ahead. It's almost time for Dongjun and I to finish this pot of wine."

Upon hearing this, Wen Yanzhao flew over to Wenhujiu and watched the master and disciple drinking together under the Phoenix Paulownia tree from afar.

"Dongjun, did you remember the great way that your master taught you at the end?" After asking, the Confucian Immortal Gu Chen took the bottle of wine in his hand and poured himself a drink.

There was a black porcelain wine pot on the table in front of Baili Dongjun. Gu Chen picked up the bottle and filled Baili Dongjun's cup.

Baili Dongjun had no mood to drink. He could hardly speak, sadness welled up in his heart. Just as he was about to open his mouth, tears splashed into the wine glass.

He picked up the wine glass, tried to calm himself down, and finally uttered a sentence:

"Master, Dongjun has made note of it!"

When the Confucian Immortal Gu Chen heard what he said, a smile spread across his face, and he also raised his wine glass:

"Then Master, you will be relieved! I am a wanderer from Western Chu. Today is the time for me to return home..."

After saying this, the Confucian Immortal's eyes showed infinite sadness, and he raised his head and drank the wine in the glass.

Baili Dongjun also drank it all in one gulp with tears in his eyes.

"Don't be sad anymore, this is just a farewell!"

"But don't worry, one day when you reach that realm, you may be able to see Master again!"

The Confucian Immortal still looked calm and composed, and his eyes looking at Baili Dongjun were still full of love and hope.

Just as Baili Dongjun was about to ask the Confucian Immortal what realm he was about to enter, he saw the Confucian Immortal, who was originally sitting upright, slowly close his eyes...

"Master! Master...what's wrong with you?"

Baili Dongjun suddenly had a bad premonition in his heart, and he shouted loudly, but the Confucian Immortal Gu Chen no longer responded.

Baili Dongjun stood up in a hurry. As soon as he took a step, the Confucian Immortal Gu Chen, who was sitting upright, turned into peach blossoms and disappeared with the wind...

Unable to hold back his tears any longer, Baili Dongjun cried out "Master" heartbreakingly.

But everything before him told him that Gu Chen was dead and there were no more Confucian immortals in the world!

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Everyone present, except Wen Yanzhao who remained calm and composed, was moved.

Baili Chengfeng murmured, "Son, I hope your master's death will help you grow up!"

Wen Hujiu glanced suspiciously at Wen Yanzhao, who seemed to be fine, and although he was worried in his heart, he didn't say much.

Just looking at Baili Dongjun crying bitterly under the Phoenix Paulownia tree, I felt a little distressed.

Xiao Ruofeng's brows were furrowed. But seeing such a scene, he couldn't say anything more. As a warrior, although he was a prince,

But I still have respect and admiration for the Confucian immortal in my heart. Seeing that he has passed away here today, I will no longer hold the Zhenxi Marquis Mansion responsible for this matter.

Lei Mengsha was a man of sentiment. After witnessing the separation of master and disciple, he felt very sad.

As the Confucian immortal passed away, Wen Yanzhao and Wen Hujiu half-pulled and half-carried Baili Dongjun, who had cried so much that she almost fainted, and finally brought her back to the Marquis of Zhenxi's mansion.

After Xiao Ruofeng learned that Ye Dingzhi had left on his own, he did not pursue the matter. He just said, "I will report the truth to my father" and let the matter go.

After a night of tossing and turning, everyone except Wen Yanzhao and the heartbroken Baili Dongjun could finally sleep peacefully.

At this time, under the moonlight, the secret paradise where the Confucian immortals once lived was extremely quiet.

A figure fell from the sky, turned behind the paulownia tree, and did something unknown.

After a while, he left mysteriously, leaving a letter under the phoenix tree.

……

Three days later, at the Wen family in Lingnan.

"Master, someone wants to see you."

Wen Lian, the gatekeeper of the Wen family, trotted into the main hall.

Seeing the head of the family, Wen Lin, flipping through the "Wen Zu Poison Sutra" passed down from the ancestors of the Wen family, his gray beard trembled as he turned the pages of the ancient book.

Hearing the servant's report, Wen Lin asked without even raising his head:

"Who is here?"

The servant pursed his lips:

"Master, it's a white-haired immortal who said he was the young master's master. We saw that he had a good temperament, so we asked him to go to the side hall!"

When Wen Lin heard the young master mentioned by the servant, he naturally knew that he was referring to Wen Yanzhao. He immediately put the "Wen Zu Poison Sutra" on the table and stood up suddenly.

Wen Lin pondered for a while: "Zhao'er has learned the art of using poison from me and Hujiu since he was a child. How come he has a new master?"

After a moment, Wen Lin said in a deep voice: "What else did the immortal say?"

When the servant heard this, he hurriedly took out a letter from his pocket and handed it to Wen Lin:

"The white-haired immortal told me to give this letter to the master, and he will know the answer after reading it!"

Wen Lin took the envelope, which was handwritten with "Grandfather, Wen Yanzhao". Seeing that it was a letter from his grandson, Wen Lin's eyes lit up instantly. He tore open the envelope and pulled out the letter:

"Grandpa, I miss you so much!"

"Confucian Immortal Gu Chen, save my life."

"To repay the kindness, I'll resort to a little trick."

"Once you die, all is lost, and you will be hidden from the world."

"Live in Lingnan, and disappear from the world!"

Wen Lin looked at the words on the letter in front of him and understood the general idea in his heart.

Although no one knows how Ruxian saved Wen Yanzhao's life, the fact that such a hermit like Ruxian was persuaded by Wen Yanzhao to live in seclusion in the Wen family is a great thing no matter what his purpose is!

Wen Lin longed for the legendary "art of making medicine" day and night!

As his thoughts flashed through his mind, Wen Lin rubbed the envelope and the letter paper in his hands, and as his internal energy surged, it turned into dust...

"Wen Lian, tell the back hall to arrange a banquet. I'll go meet the guests!"

A smile broke out on Wen Lin's wrinkled face, and he strode towards the side hall.

……

After five days of rest, Wen Yanzhao's internal injuries have completely recovered.

The realm of cultivation has also entered a new height - the realm of great freedom!

To be precise, it should be the peak of the Great Free and Easy Realm, only one step away from the Half-Step Divine Wandering.

Next, he will face Xiao Ruofeng, the young teacher of Jixia Academy who is well-prepared.

It was noon that day, and the heat was at its peak. Everyone in the mansion was listless under the scorching sun.

Lei Mengsha and Xiao Ruofeng were chatting casually in the pavilion in the back garden.

A ball of fish food was thrown far into the pond, attracting more than a dozen fat koi to open their mouths and fight for it.

The originally calm pond suddenly splashed with water.

"Seventh Brother, it's already the fifth day. How long are you going to wait?"

That piece of fish food was the masterpiece of Lei Mengsha. He was active by nature and had been detained in the Marquis' Mansion for five days and could no longer hold back.

Xiao Ruofeng sat on one side of the pavilion, his eyes calm and clear. After hearing Lei Mengsha's complaints, he slowly spoke:

"I'm waiting for news from that person, and I'm also looking to see if cousin Wen Yanzhao has lied to us!"

Lei Mengsha jumped down from the rockery of the pavilion, approached Xiao Ruofeng and asked:

"That person? Which person? Stop keeping me in suspense and tell me!"

Xiao Ruofeng glanced at Lei Mengsha, tapped the teacup with his finger, and wrote the word "叶" on the table with tea.

Lei Mengsha glanced at the table and frowned:

"Didn't Wen Yanzhao say that he passed away on his own after being injured? Are you waiting for news from him?"

"Could it be that he will return to Qiandong City? That's impossible. Wouldn't that mean he will just run into us?"

Xiao Ruofeng tilted his head and looked at Lei Mengsha with some disdain:

"I'm not saying anything bad about you, but Second Brother, sometimes I just can't praise your brain!"

Lei Mengsha blushed when he heard him insulting her:

"No, I said Fengfeng, could it be that I was wrong..."

Xiao Ruofeng pressed Lei Mengsha's shoulder, forcibly suppressed his next words, and then said:

"The scouts of the Imperial Guards were sent out on the night of Ruxian's death. If Ye Dingzhi really leaves Qiandong City, someone will naturally come back to report to me!"

"This is the territory of the Zhenxi Marquis's Mansion. Apart from you, me and the few soldiers we brought with us, do you expect Ye Dingzhi to fall into our trap?"

"Second Brother, eat more fish next time you eat!"

After listening to Xiao Ruofeng's words, Lei Mengsha touched his chin and nodded thoughtfully.

But when he heard the last sentence "eat more fish", he was full of questions again.

"Fengfeng, what does it mean to eat more fish?" Lei Mengsha asked in surprise.

Xiao Ruofeng stood up, turned his back to Lei Mengsha, and then threw down four words:

“Eat fish to nourish your brain!”

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