Young White Horse: The Drunken Swordsman shocked Little Dongjun at the beginning

Wenhujiu brought the three people to an inn in the south of the city and stopped temporarily.

He seemed to be eager to leave Gu Mansion, but not to leave Chaisang City.

In the room.

Wenhujiu stared at Sikong Changfeng seriously, making Sikong Changfeng a little uneasy.

"You were going to die soon."

Sikong Changfeng's body shook, and his eyes suddenly looked at Wenhujiu, saying lightly.

"I'm going to die soon now!"

"No..."

Wenhujiu shook his head, "You still have three months to live. Which senior left that sword energy in your body?"

Sikong Changfeng was stunned. He was worthy of being a peerless master who had been on the top list. He could even see this.

But Sikong Changfeng did not answer, but fell silent.

Jun Lintian next to him was calm and composed, as if he was a person without any trouble.

Sikong Changfeng pondered for a moment and wanted to explain euphemistically, but Wenhujiu waved his hand first.

"Forget it, you don't have to say it, I don't really want to hear it."

Wen Hujiu suddenly realized that many strange people in this world have some quirks.

If he asked about it, he might annoy the other party.

Baili Dongjun was confused and asked curiously.

"Uncle~"

Wen Hujiu smiled and explained: "He was injured in the tendons and veins. You can't see it, but people who know some medical knowledge can see that something is wrong."

"But a senior left a trace of sword energy on him, which helped him to hang on to his life and live for a while longer."

Baili Dongjun suddenly realized,

At first, I heard Lei Mengsha say it, and Sikong Changfeng himself said so.

Baili Dongjun thought it was a joke, but it turned out to be true.

Suddenly, Baili Dongjun remembered that night again.

It turned out that they all saw it, but he was still in the dark.

Wen Hujiu pondered for a while, took out a roll of things, and handed it to Sikong Changfeng.

"Keep this map first, and go to the location above to find a man named Xin Baicao, who may be able to save you."

"Medicine King Xin Baicao?"

Sikong Changfeng was startled and quickly put the map away carefully.

"With his medical skills, it is not an exaggeration to call him the Medicine King."

Wen Hujiu smiled, a flash of memory in his eyes, and a little appreciation at the same time.

"Okay, after dinner, let's set off!"

"Where to go? We won't go back to Qiandong City directly!"

Baili Dongjun asked weakly.

"Qiandong City is naturally the final destination, but we can go to Mingjian Villa on the way to let you see a bigger world..."

Wen Hujiu said calmly, with a smile in his eyes.

"Of course, if my nephew is not interested, we can go directly to Qiandong City."

Baili Dongjun heard the ridicule in his uncle's words, straightened his back, and said proudly.

"I have just seen a corner of the Jianghu, so I naturally want to know what the real Jianghu is like."

Expectation appeared in Baili Dongjun's eyes.

Beili Bagongzi was too tall, and Sikong Changfeng was too short. They could not represent the real Jianghu.

Half a day later.

Four fast horses left Chaisang City and galloped along the official road, raising a cloud of dust.

Finally, they gradually disappeared into the sky with the afterglow of the setting sun.

"Go~"

The next morning, four people set off from the resting station early while the morning dew was still wet.

Warming a pot of wine, he sat steadily on the horse, sometimes fast and sometimes slow, but the horse never moved, steady and stable.

Baili Dongjun has been riding horses since he was a child, and he can easily control the fierce wind horse given to him by the old marquis.

At this moment, he sat on the horse, galloping wildly, with the style of riding a horse in the Jianghu.

Sikong Changfeng, who had been in the martial arts world for many years, was lazily bouncing his silver moon spear on his back, and his body was also moving up and down, and he was also very comfortable.

Only Jun Lintian!

He stuck his butt out, and his posture was really indecent.

Baili Dongjun rushed back from the front, came in front of Jun Lintian, and suddenly reined in his horse.

Hiss~

A high-pitched horse whistle sounded, and the horse's hooves were raised high, twisted from the side, and turned back.

"Xiaoer, if you didn't know how to ride a horse, we would have arrived at Mingjian Villa by now."

Baili Dongjun still called Jun Lintian by his previous alias, with an arrogant look in his eyes, and even the horse he was sitting on looked at the horse under Jun Lintian with contempt.

"Bullshit~"

Jun Lintian was furious and raised his head and shouted.

"I ran with you guys last night, and I was less than three horse lengths behind. How could I be a drag?"

"Oh~ is that so?" Baili Dongjun was suspicious, and then waved his hand, "You were always behind me. Anyway, I didn't see it, so it doesn't count."

Jun Lintian's momentum suddenly weakened.

Yesterday was Jun Lintian's first time riding a horse, and in order to keep up with the three crazy people running wildly at night, he directly sacrificed his butt.

Although Jun Lintian is now able to adapt after adapting,He rode well, but his butt wasn't healed yet.

"Senior Wen, isn't it said that once you enter the Vajra Realm, your body will be invulnerable to swords and guns? Why does my butt still hurt so much?"

Jun Lintian said depressedly. It would be embarrassing if his fellow martial artists saw him walking on the road in this posture.

Wen Hujiu replied seriously with a smile on his face.

"Maybe the person who said this at the beginning didn't expect that there would be martial arts heroes who couldn't ride horses."

"Next time I see someone from Bai Xiaotang, I will tell them about this, so that when they publish the list, it would be best if there is a warm reminder."

Jun Lintian was stunned and his face turned black.

Are you sure you are not just watching the fun?

Jun Lintian immediately broke the jar, tilted his head, and fell on the horse's back.

"Hahaha..."

Listening to the unbridled laughter of Baili Dongjun and Sikong Changfeng, Jun Lintian didn't care.

Laugh, laugh... Don't give me a chance in the future.

Wenhujiu laughed for a moment, and felt that it was inappropriate for him to do so. He glanced at his nephew.

"Xiao Baili, do you still have the improved wine?"

Yesterday they went back to the Donggui Wine Shop on Longshou Street and found a way to pack some of the remaining wine.

After tasting Songhuaxue, Wenhujiu was very addicted and called it the best product.

Baili Dongjun took out a wine bag and threw it over, saying with a smile.

"This is osmanthus dew. Uncle, please bring me a powerful sword when the time comes."

Mingjian Villa divides the swords it makes into four grades:

The first grade is Gaoshan, which means a lofty mountain to look up to, and is a peak that ordinary swords cannot cross.

The second grade is Canghai, which means boundless. The mountains have an end, but the sea is also boundless. It means that you have to make a hundred Gaoshan swords to get a Canghai.

The third grade, Yuntian, means nine-sky high, overlooking the world, witnessing the changes of the world, arrogant, and one in ten thousand.

As for the fourth grade,

Wenhujiu paused, sighed, and then continued to tell the three people.

"The fourth grade is the Immortal Palace, which is above the nine heavens. The things hidden in the Immortal Palace are the things of immortals. It is rare to see them in the mortal world. It is a real sword from the sky."

After listening to Jun Lintian and the other two, they couldn't help but feel excited, their eyes were shining, and they were full of imagination about the sword of the Immortal Palace.

Even Sikong Changfeng, who is not a swordsman, has expectations for it.

The four people rode their horses and whistled in the west wind, galloping all the way, with the aroma of wine floating all the way.