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

"What is sword wine?"

When Baili Dongjun heard about this wine-related thing, he became interested.

Wenhujiu smiled and explained to his nephew:

"Sword wine, it tastes sharp and sharp, just like a sword... The taste is not worse than the wine you have improved, but it is much more fierce. Don't drink too much, it's easy to get drunk."

At this time, the young sword servant had brought four jars of sword wine. Wenhujiu waved his hand lightly and opened the seal on it.

A mellow aroma of old wine floated out.

Wenhujiu poured himself a glass, and the wine flowed down like sword energy.

"Drink slowly, just call me if you have anything."

The young sword servant clasped his fists and smiled, and stood aside.

Looking at Wenhujiu's enjoyment, Jun Lintian, Baili Dongjun and Sikong Changfeng also opened the wine in front of them.

"Eh~"

"Waiter, you can drink too?"

After Baili Dongjun drank a mouthful of sword wine, he felt a stinging sensation in his throat, and his whole body was wrapped in sword energy, but he immediately felt refreshed, and felt that all the pores in his body were opened.

Seeing Jun Lintian actually pouring a cup for him, he said in surprise.

Wenhujiu was stunned, "What? You can't even drink wine, and you still want to be a sword fairy!"

Jun Lintian leisurely picked up the wine glass, raised his head and drank it heroically, with a calm expression.

"That was in the past! Let's compete today to see who will fall down first."

Jun Lintian looked at Baili Dongjun provocatively, this time he wanted to avenge his previous shame.

Sikong Changfeng watched the excitement and said to Jun Lintian.

"Don't hold on, you fell down after one glass before, and this wine is stronger. If you feel uncomfortable, just say it."

Looked at Baili Dongjun again and said.

"You don't know martial arts, but he is in the Vajra realm, with an extraordinary physique, so you'd better not compete with him."

Hmph~

Jun Lintian and Baili Dongjun hummed at the same time, with a strong desire to win in their eyes.

"I, Baili Dongjun, started drinking at the age of seven, and have long regarded drinking as a daily routine. How could I lose?"

"You can't brag, you have to do it."

Jun Lintian responded indifferently, holding another cup of sword wine in his hand and drinking it all.

Baili Dongjun was not willing to be outdone, and also drank a cup, raising his eyebrows and looking at Jun Lintian.

Wen pot of wine watching the two people drinking, suddenly felt interesting, and watched the good show with a smile.

Suddenly,

A burst of piano sounded, melodious, soft and ethereal.

The complicated chatter in the venue suddenly became much quieter.

Many people looked over when they heard the sound.

A beautiful woman in a white dress was seen playing the zither as she flew through the air and landed on the high platform, with a graceful posture and beautiful figure.

The white dress was flying, and the beautiful woman was smiling calmly as she glanced at the people below, her hands moving non-stop.

Then, another thirty women in white came from all directions, dancing with long swords of various shapes in their hands, stepping on Jinghong, and dancing with their sleeves.

"Good dance!"

Baili Dongjun glanced at it casually, praised it perfunctorily, and then turned back to continue drinking with Jun Lintian.

One cup after another,

In the blink of an eye, most of the wine jars in front of the two were empty.

Baili Dongjun's cheeks were slightly red, and he was a little drunk.

Jun Lintian looked normal, and even his drinking movements and speed were still so elegant and stable.

At the end of the song,

the sound of the zither gradually slowed down, and a young girl pointed at the sword left on the stage and spoke loudly.

"The sword of Gaoshan has been drawn. Please take the sword!"

However, everyone in the audience looked in one direction tacitly, where the people of Wushuang City were sitting.

Everyone looked at them differently, but without exception, they were all waiting for Wushuang City to speak first.

After all, Wushuang City had a criminal record and had taken away all the famous swords at the sword-testing conference.

Seeing this,

In the Wushuang City area, an old man with a fairy-like demeanor stood up and smiled kindly.

"Everyone, don't worry. Wushuang City came here this time just to ask for a sword."

Just to ask for a sword?

Then why did so many people come? One faction took two seats.

Everyone retracted their gazes. No matter what they thought in their hearts, they smiled on their faces.

He slowly tasted the wine in the warm pot and muttered something strange.

"Old Master Cheng Yu, one of the nine elders, mobilized so many troops, is he protecting someone?"

The warm pot of wine searched in the direction of Wushuang City, and finally landed on a tall and thin young man next to the old man.

"This is a sword embryo! He is also a peerless genius who practices sword."

"Bastard embryo? Who! Who are you scolding?"

Bai Li Dongjun suddenly looked up, his face became more drunken, shaking the light wine jar in his hand, and yelled again.

"Bring wine...bring wine...I won't lose!"

"Burp~"

Bai Li Dongjun burped, still staring at Jun Lintian.

Jun Lintian drank a jar of sword wine slowly, turned his head to look at the young sword servant beside him, and said softly.

"Sir, please give me two more jars, my shopkeeper and I will give you two more jars."The winner has not been decided yet. "

The young sword servant smiled and nodded, but he was a little curious about the "shopkeeper" that Jun Lintian called him.

It can be seen that all the people in this group are drunkards.

But except for the warm pot of wine, the other three teenagers were unfamiliar with this famous figure in the martial arts world.

After a while,

the young sword servant brought two jars of sword wine.

The winners on the stage have also been decided, and the thirty mountain swords have owners.

In the crowd, a little Taoist boy who was less than ten years old cried loudly, and a man in Taoist robes next to him touched the Taoist boy's head lovingly and comforted him:

"Don't be sad, don't be sad, just come back in three years. "

The sound of the piano started again,

The music was passionate and magnificent, as if there were a vast ocean with thousands of waves, raging waves hitting the shore, and a shocking tide sweeping across.

Ten men in white clothes, carrying ten sea swords, stepped onto the high platform.

After dancing the same song, the swords stayed and the men left.

The ten sea swords, each with its own name written on the hilt.

The eyes of the people in the audience became hot, and they looked at each other at the same time to see who would be their strong competitor.

"Why don't you go up and play. "

Sikong Changfeng drank slowly and suddenly spoke to Jun Lintian.

Jun Lintian shook his head.

With his strength, it is still easy to make a Canghai Sword.

However,

He patted the two broken swords beside him, with helplessness on his face.

With the two famous swords of the old sword fairy, if Jun Lintian went up to grab a Canghai Sword.

Jun Lintian felt that Wei Tinglu would definitely pull him down.

"Xiao Baili, do you want to play with the Canghai Sword?"

Wenhujiu looked at Baili Dongjun, whose eyes began to blur, and asked quickly.

"No, no... Aren't there two grades of Yuntian and Xiangong above? I want to brew the best wine and play with the best sword..."

Baili Dongjun muttered vaguely, but his ambition was very high. If he wanted to do it, he would do the best.

Wenhujiu shook his head and smiled bitterly, "You are giving your uncle a problem! "

Wenhujiu glanced at the young sword servant next to him, and knew it without asking.

The other party certainly did not recommend others to take the sword for him, and the sword he took was a top-two grade sword.

I am worried~

Wenhujiu looked helplessly at his drunken nephew.

With the little martial arts he showed on the road, it would be difficult not to get drunk.

If he goes up, I am afraid he can't even withstand a sword from others.

Wenhujiu's eyes flickered, and the wine in his mouth became dull and tasteless.

Not long after.

The ten Canghai swords have each been taken by their respective owners.

The swordsmen who got the swords smiled and happily stepped down.