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

The four of them enjoyed the mountains and rivers along the way.

On the way, they met a young knight who was equally high-spirited,

a mature and steady middle-aged knight,

and an old knight with white hair who was rushing back to his hometown.

Baili Dongjun invited them to drink together and listen to their stories of the Jianghu.

They met and separated from time to time.

Finally, they were the only ones left on the road.

It was only half a day away from Mingjian Villa.

Wenhujiu looked at Jun Lintian in surprise. This kid had a great understanding.

At this moment, his eyes were full of brilliance, and his sword energy was surging. The whole person was more and more sharp, like a peerless sword about to be forged.

He wanted to test the sword all over the world.

Then he looked at Sikong Changfeng, and there was a hint of appreciation in his eyes.

Sikong Changfeng exchanged ideas with Jun Lintian along the way, and when Wenhujiu was in the mood, he would also give some pointers.

Now,

Sikong Changfeng has completely perfected the ninth spear, and his realm has also grown a lot. He is about to break through the first level.

"What is the name of your ninth spear?"

Wenhujiu asked curiously.

Sikong Changfeng smiled, swung the spear in his hand, and said with a smile.

"I was going to call it Jinglong Pojiao, but [Jinglong] is a bit far, so this spear is called [Pojiao]."

Wenhujiu nodded and said seriously.

"I hope to see you create the [Jinglong] spear."

Sikong Changfeng smiled faintly and looked at the white clouds floating in the sky in the distance.

Clouds roll and spread, gather and disperse impermanently.

"The world is so interesting, I can't bear to die so soon, so there will be a chance."

"You are right, you are a person who deserves to die in the world."

Wenhujiu smiled.

Baili Dongjun heard this and asked with a smile: "Uncle, what about me?"

Wenhujiu glanced at his nephew and said unhappily.

"You are the one who should be beaten to death by your parents."

On the way, he also tried to figure out what martial arts the other party had learned.

The masters he followed were more famous than each other,

such as Wang Batian who could set the mountain with one punch,

Luo Sancheng who could beat the northern sword,

and Miss Su who could perform unparalleled embroidered legs.

It was a pity that this stinky boy didn't learn anything, but Baili Chengfeng's San Feiyan learned the essence.

At that time, Wenhujiu was so angry that he turned his horse around and was about to leave.

If Baili Dongjun hadn't pulled Wenhujiu and repeatedly assured him, this journey would have been aborted halfway.

At this time, a team of people galloped behind them, with great momentum and without slowing down.

Wenhujiu and others pulled their horses to the side of the road and made way.

A group of chivalrous men rushed over, raising a cloud of dust, and on top of a carriage, a large flag was erected, fluttering in the wind.

On it was written the word Wushuang!

"Too arrogant, we gave him way, but he showed no sign of slowing down, and was not afraid of bumping into people."

Baili Dongjun looked displeased, and among all the chivalrous men he met along the way, this group of people was the most rude.

"It's Wushuang City!"

Wenhujiu's face sank slightly, and he spoke softly.

"The world's number one martial city, they have the qualifications to be so arrogant."

"No wonder~"

Baili Dongjun suddenly realized.

There is Tianqi in the court, and there is Wushuang in the martial arts world.

It is a martial city that almost everyone in the martial arts world has heard of.

"It's a pity that the current Wushuang City is full of smoke and dust, and it has fallen into the secular world and has become decadent."

Wenhujiu's words revealed a bit of disdain, but his face was still serious.

Because the current Wushuang City is still powerful.

Baili Dongjun showed his longing, and at the same time, a sense of pride rose in his heart.

"One day, I will create a city that will be more famous than Wushuang City."

Wenhujiu laughed and shook his head, thinking that his nephew was just joking.

"Let's go, let me get you a Canghai-grade sword to play with first."

Wenhujiu smiled, suddenly accelerated, and headed towards the Mingjian Villa in the distance.

Baili Dongjun squeezed his legs against the horse's belly, followed, and shouted loudly.

"What if I want a Yuntian-grade sword?"

"Then I have to poison it..."

Wenhujiu smiled softly, and the sound fell into Baili Dongjun's ears with the wind.

Soon, the four stopped at the foot of a mountain.

A servant came to lead the horse and asked with a smile.

"Do you have a visiting card?"

Wenhujiu handed over a jade card directly.

"Is this thing okay?"

The servant saw the logo on the jade token and immediately returned it respectfully.

"Of course, of course, please come this way!"

The attitude was very enthusiastic.

"What is that?"

Sikong Changfeng asked curiously, holding a spear in his hand.

Wen Hujiu spoke lightly, with a slight arc at the corner of his mouth.

"That is the family jade token of my Wen family."

"It is a blessing for Mingjian Villa to have a big family like us to support them."

Of course, Wen Hujiu still has some wordsDidn't say.

Their Wen family is good at poison, and can poison a city without anyone noticing.

Even if Mingjian Villa is not afraid of the Wen family, there are probably not many forces in the martial arts world willing to provoke the Wen family.

After entering the mountain, several people found that.

The whole mountain is full of swords,

a real sword mountain,

magnificent!

Wenhujiu said: "Rather than saying it is a sword mountain, it is better to say it is a sword tomb."

Then, Wenhujiu told the story of Wei Changshu.

"Interesting, interesting, who is the Kunlun Sword Immortal?"

Baili Dongjun clapped his hands when he heard it, but he also had questions one after another.

Wenhujiu was not annoyed, just shook his head.

"He is a legend in the martial arts world. There are so many things in the martial arts world that it would take seven days and seven nights to tell them all... You have just entered the martial arts world, don't rush to know everything at once..."

"Look, that person has [Poison You] written on his body. It must be Wen Hujiu from the Wen family."

A sudden exclamation came from the side. It was the passing martial arts hero who recognized Wen Hujiu's identity.

"Is it Wen Hujiu who poisoned a city as soon as he debuted and is about to inherit the position of the head of the Wen family?"

"Why is he here too!"

"You don't even know this. He was a famous [Poison Swordsman] a few years ago."

"..."

Wen Hujiu listened to the voice gradually fading away, shook his sleeves, looked up and smiled with satisfaction.

"Did you hear that? Uncle is also one of these legends."

"Wow~" Baili Dongjun pretended to be surprised and asked casually.

"So what they said about you taking over my grandfather's position is also true?"

"Ahem~"

Wen Hujiu was immediately defeated, and almost covered Baili Dongjun's mouth with his hand.

"You can't believe all the rumors in the martial arts world. I have always respected your grandfather. He is still strong and is the head of the family."

Wen Hujiu hurriedly explained, worried that the little nephew would go back and tell tales.

The four of them strolled along the mountain road, looking at the surrounding scenery along the way.

Jun Lintian walked at the back, looking at the swords one by one.

There were ordinary swords, and there were also swords that were extremely sharp and extraordinary at first glance.

There were broken swords, and there were complete swords.

There were brand new swords, and there were old swords.

Looking at these swords, it was as if I saw a martial arts world and the stories behind the swords.

Slowly,

Jun Lintian's pace became slower and slower, and he could not help but walk towards the mountain, heading to the top of the Sword Mountain to overlook the swords.

"Hey, waiter, where are you going?"

Baili Dongjun turned around and said curiously, and was about to shout to Jun Lintian.

Wenhujiu's face changed and he stopped talking immediately.

"Don't alarm him, this kid seems to have gained some insights again."

Baili Dongjun was stunned, and then surprise appeared in his eyes.

"Really amazing, now his strength can be improved again."

"It's really annoying to see people die~"

Sikong Changfeng took a long breath, shook his head and sighed.

There were thousands of swords on the entire Sword Mountain, not to mention tens of thousands.

At this moment, it trembled slightly, the sound gradually became louder, and the sword body also trembled continuously, as if it had resonated.

Such a movement,

naturally alarmed the swordsmen along the way.