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

Sikong Changfeng heard this and found it interesting.

"Then I'll come too!"

Sikong Changfeng smiled and got interested. He raised his spear and waved it.

Suddenly, debris flew everywhere and dozens of small characters emerged.

It was the first eight spears of Zhuixu taught by Lin Jiu.

Jun Lintian was surprised to see that the small characters were neat and neat, like small regular script.

"I can't tell. These characters are quite delicate."

Sikong Changfeng paused with his spear and glanced at Jun Lintian.

"This is called the handwriting reflects the person. A handsome spearman like me must be extraordinary."

After saying this, he looked at the formula engraved by Jun Lintian next to him with disdain.

The characters were crooked and distorted.

If you don't have some understanding, you might not understand anything.

Jun Lintian smiled meaningfully.

"What do you know? This is called style."

Then he whistled a long whistle, stirred up a strong wind, and the whole person flew down the mountain like an eagle.

Sikong Changfeng was not to be outdone, he jumped down, used his spear to relieve the force, and rushed down the mountain at the same speed.

A pot of wine, a song.

The two young men indulged in the mountains and rivers, sometimes rushing, sometimes walking slowly, so cool!

Until noon.

A secluded valley appeared in the field of vision.

The valley was quiet and elegant, with birds singing and flowers blooming, and the surrounding green mountains were stacked, and the environment was beautiful.

Sikong Changfeng breathed a sigh of relief and smiled.

Finally arrived!

Jun Lintian stepped forward, there was a bamboo gatehouse at the door, which was already covered with green vines, full of elegance.

As soon as he stepped into it, the surrounding scenery changed.

The environment that was previously full of green grass and flowers became foggy, as if it had fallen into a swamp.

Waves of pungent smells lingered in the air, full of the smell of decay and decay.

Quack~

Several toads in flowery clothes jumped out of the mist.

Hiss~

Jun Lintian looked down.

Several green snakes spit out cold snake tongues and slid closer.

Three-tailed scorpions, blood-red spiders, two-headed centipedes... also approached from all sides.

Jun Lintian smiled and whispered: "Five Poison Illusion Formation?"

"Could it be that Senior Wen set it up for his old rival and old friend!"

Jun Lintian found it very interesting.

It must be very interesting to have such a confidant and rival in the martial arts world.

Jun Lintian raised the wine gourd and drank a sip of wine, and drank it for a long time.

"Sikong Changfeng, if you want to seek medical treatment, break out of the formation yourself."

The voice rippled and spread out.

Then, Jun Lintian shook the wine gourd lightly, and a sword energy rushed out first.

Following that, three thousand small swords shot out, like a raging torrent, completely unreasonable, destroying everything along the way.

Crack~Crack~

A sound similar to the breaking of lenses sounded all around.

The scenery in front of him changed again,

The valley was fragrant, the flowers and plants were swaying, and a few colorful birds were playing freely.

"What a good treasure, I have to find an opportunity to take it out and use it openly in the future."

Jun Lintian murmured, shook the wine gourd again, and the wine inside swayed, and he drank it in one gulp.

The sword-raising gourd has its own space, which nurtures three thousand small swords, named [Three Thousand Worry Hairs].

Even compared to the ten famous swords, it is still better.

Jun Lintian took a few steps forward and looked back.

Sikong Changfeng was standing at the door, swinging his spear and fighting as if he had encountered some attack.

Jun Lintian chuckled and stopped to watch, drinking a few sips of old yellow wine from time to time.

This wine was obtained from a farmer's family. The wine tasted mellow and long, and it was a rare treasure.

Sikong Changfeng swept his spear and killed several three-tailed scorpions casually. Seeing that more and more poisonous creatures were jumping around, he frowned.

He swung his spear and danced in a big circle. With the sound of the whirring wind, all the poisonous creatures that rushed over were blown away.

Then, Sikong Changfeng raised his silver spear and pointed it to the sky, and a ray of internal force burst out.

Bang!

The surrounding scenery was shattered, revealing the original environment.

Jun Lintian chuckled and shouted.

"Okay, stop holding it up like that, let's go in and see if the Medicine King is there?"

Sikong Changfeng's long hair fluttered in the wind, his eyes turned, and after confirming, he trotted over with his spear.

"Was that Senior Wen's just now?"

Sikong Changfeng asked, and took out a wine bag and drank a sip of wine to calm down.

Jun Lintian nodded and replied, "It should be."

Who else can play poison to this extent except the old Wen family?

Jun Lintian turned around and walked inside with Sikong Changfeng.

There was already a man standing there, but he was only in his early thirties.

The man had a gentle and easy-going temperament. When he approached, he could smell a faint medicinal fragrance, which was probably the smell of being with medicine for many years.

"TwoAre you looking for me, young friend?"

The man smiled and spoke in a gentle and elegant voice.

Jun Lintian and Sikong Changfeng's eyes lit up and they hurried forward a few steps.

"Are you the Medicine King?"

"If there is no second Xin Baicao in the world, then it should be me."

Xin Baicao smiled confidently, and her tone was still casual.

"Come in and sit down first."

Xin Baicao turned around and led the way, and the two followed behind.

There is a row of bamboo buildings and several thatched cottages in the valley.

Xin Baicao walked straight to the thatched cottage in the middle, let the two sit down casually, and then poured them a cup of hot boiling tea.

The fragrance of tea filled the house, which was particularly unique.

"Senior Medicine King's tea seems to be different!"

Jun Lintian sniffed it lightly, and the smell was unique, and he couldn't help but speak.

Xin Baicao explained lightly.

"It's nothing special. "

"It's nothing more than living off the land and the water. We use a local wild tea and add a few medicinal herbs that can calm the mind and spirit."

Xin Baicao picked up the hot tea and blew it gently, then took a sip.

Seeing this, the two also picked up their teacups. The tea was light green and clear, and it tasted sweet after a mouthful. It was very wonderful.

Xin Baicao looked at Sikong Changfeng, looking at him, with a flash of contemplation in his eyes.

"You are Sikong Changfeng. Your health is very bad. Fortunately, the good fortune you encountered along the way has made the situation a little better."

"Senior Medicine King, do you know me?"

Sikong Changfeng was a little surprised.

Xin Baicao shook his head frankly, "No!"

"But the voice of this young friend just now reached the valley. I am not deaf, and I am so young, so I can hear it naturally. "

Hearing this.

Jun Lintian smiled apologetically.

Sikong Changfeng grinned and scratched his head, saying: "This is normal!"

"I wonder if the senior has a way to treat it?"

Hearing Sikong Changfeng's question, Xin Baicao's peaceful temperament changed, and a strong sense of self-confidence rose.

Xin Baicao said proudly.

"Give me half a month. If I, Xin Baicao, can't cure it, then no one in the world can cure it."

Xin Baicao's words were decisive, revealing strong confidence.

Sikong Changfeng's eyes showed joy, but Xin Baicao's tone changed again.

"However, I have always wanted to find someone to inherit my medical skills. Look at this..."

Xin Baicao's eyes wandered between the two.

"Ahem~"

Seeing this, Jun Lintian spoke immediately.

"I am very lazy, and I am young. It is the time for me to sleep more. It is really not suitable. "

"My elder brother Sikong is a handsome man with a graceful figure. He is a rare martial arts genius. He could read at the age of three and compose poems at the age of five... With such a good foundation, he is the best candidate to inherit the medical skills of his predecessors."

Xin Baicao's eyes gradually brightened and stared at Sikong Changfeng.

Sikong Changfeng straightened his back and put on a cool look.

After Jun Lintian finished speaking, Sikong Changfeng looked at him and asked in surprise.

"Am I so good?"

"Brother~"

"Believe in yourself!"

Jun Lintian said meaningfully, stood up and patted Sikong Changfeng on the shoulder.

Sikong Changfeng felt flattered.

"This... Then I will agree with reluctance!"