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

"Brother Wang Dao, good morning!"

Jun Lintian greeted him with a smile, leaning against the door frame with a big smile on his face.

Sikong Changfeng stood by holding a spear, smiling, and staring at Wang Yixing.

"Two little brothers, what a coincidence, we meet here."

Wang Yixing was carrying a peach wood sword on his back, and he was originally lazy, but he couldn't help but narrow his eyes and smiled back.

Jun Lintian took a few steps, came to the side of the road, and smiled and said.

"It's really a coincidence."

"Where are you going, brother Wang Dao? Why don't we go together, and we will have someone to chat with."

Wang Yixing sneered in his heart, he didn't believe it was such a coincidence.

Otherwise, why did the other party's wine shop open here.

"Do you really want to go with me?"

Wang Yixing asked calmly.

The two nodded.

Seeing their attitudes, Wang Yixing had to nod with a dark face.

"Then follow me!"

The voice has not yet completely fallen.

Wang Yihang moved, and he shot out like an arrow from a bow.

Jun Lintian smiled, and his body shook, like a sharp sword, breaking the wind and chasing.

Seeing this, Sikong Changfeng laughed, closed the door casually, tapped the ground with his spear, and shot out like a big bird.

Passing quickly in the air.

Wang Yihang felt the two people chasing behind him, and smiled helplessly.

He stopped at the wall, pressed one hand on it, twisted it suddenly, and a Bagua formation emerged, turning rapidly for several seconds.

A door suddenly appeared on the wall next to him.

Wang Yihang flashed inside.

Just when the door was about to disappear again, Jun Lintian and Sikong Changfeng arrived, and they rushed in without having time to marvel at this strange art.

"Master of Wangcheng Mountain, the chief disciple of Lu Suzhen, Wang Yixing pays respect to the senior."

In the courtyard, an old man in a white robe as white as snow and with a head full of white hair casually draped, was sitting at a stone table playing the piano.

Wang Yixing, dressed in a Taoist robe, bowed and saluted.

"You are so arrogant, spreading your name everywhere, as if you are afraid that others don't know that he is the chief disciple of Wangcheng Mountain."

As soon as he came in, Sikong Changfeng heard Wang Yixing introduce himself to a long list of family members, and hurriedly complained to Jun Lintian in a low voice.

Jun Lintian glanced at him and smiled mischievously.

"What if it was you!"

Sikong Changfeng quickly straightened his waist and replied confidently.

"Then I will yell at least three times a day."

"Once in the morning when I get up."

"Once at lunch."

"Once at night when I go to bed."

"Don't let others forget it."

Jun Lintian held his forehead speechlessly.

Wang Yihang, who was in front of him, was speechless and his eyelids twitched.

How could such a thing catch up with him?

The white-haired old man raised his head and chuckled a few times, his face full of kindness.

"I haven't seen Master Lu for more than ten years. He has accepted good disciples."

Then he looked at Jun Lintian and Sikong Changfeng.

"It's fate that you are here. I wonder what the two friends are like!"

Sikong Changfeng stepped forward proudly and shouted.

"It's Sikong Changfeng, the chief disciple of the Medicine King Xin Baicao."

Jun Lintian, who was about to say "nobody", suddenly raised his head and was surprised.

Sikong Changfeng, you are so good, right?

"General Beili, the only grandson of the Marquis of Zhenxi, and a good friend of Baili Dongjun, it's Jun Lintian!"

Jun Lintian shouted with his head held high.

Wang Yihang was even more depressed. He was actually stared at by two funny guys.

However, he looked at Sikong Changfeng with surprise.

After all, the name of Medicine King Xin Baicao is also well-known in the martial arts world.

The white-haired old man laughed out loud and stroked his long beard.

"You are the two funny friends that Dongjun mentioned, right?"

"It's really interesting."

"I am the senior who is praising us."

Jun Lintian chuckled and walked over.

Sikong Changfeng glanced at Jun Lintian and corrected him.

"As a senior, this is of course praising us."

"Right, senior!"

Sikong Changfeng passed by like the wind, sat down next to Jun Lintian, and pushed the cup in front of him over.

The white-haired old man shook his head and laughed, and poured a glass of wine for each of the three people.

Sikong Changfeng couldn't wait to drink it all, and said repeatedly.

"Good wine, good wine, I've been talking about it for days."

"You are a real person, no wonder Xin Baicao accepted you as his disciple."

Sikong Changfeng was stunned.

"Senior, do you know my master?"

The white-haired old man looked normal, but a strange color flashed in his eyes, and he smiled calmly.

"I met him a few years ago."

With a wave of his hand, the empty cup in front of Sikong Changfeng was filled again.

Sikong Changfeng said "Oh" and buried his head in drinking.

Wang Yixing smiled and drank the wine.His eyes lit up.

"What kind of wine is this? It tastes so good?"

"This wine is called [Peach Blossom]. If you like it, bring a bottle back to your master."

The white-haired old man smiled and took out a jade bottle and put it on the table.

Wang Yixing reached out to take it and said with a smile.

"My master is practicing martial arts, so he may not have the blessing to drink it. But I have a little junior brother who likes to eat peaches very much. I wonder if he likes this peach blossom wine?"

Wang Yixing put the jade bottle in his arms and emphasized "especially" twice in his words.

I think the little Taoist really likes to eat peaches.

Wang Yixing took the opportunity to greet the white-haired old man and reminisce about the past.

Jun Lintian and Sikong Changfeng concentrated on drinking.

Wang Yixing felt that the preparations were almost done, and he was about to speak out the purpose of his trip.

Jun Lintian suddenly looked up and said seriously.

"Senior, aren't you the Sword Immortal of Western Chu?"

"What?!"

As soon as these words came out, two surprises rang out in succession.

Sikong Changfeng and Wang Yixing looked at Jun Lintian in astonishment, and then slowly looked at the white-haired old man.

The white-haired old man's face was calm, his eyes were deep, and he smiled.

"My friend, you have good eyesight, much better than that old marquis."

Sikong Changfeng and Wang Yixing were shocked again.

The old marquis didn't recognize him either?

Baili Shashen couldn't recognize the opponent he had fought before?

Both of them were moved in their hearts, quietly waiting for the next words, and their hearts were difficult to calm down for a while.

Jun Lintian smiled and looked at the calm old man in front of him with a faint smile.

"Swords don't lie."

"Sir, you may be an outstanding swordsman, and you have mastered the [Western Chu Sword Song], but you didn't achieve enlightenment with swords."

"You don't look like a swordsman."

"A swordsman can't hide in front of another swordsman."

"Sir...you look more like a well-read, gentle and elegant scholar."

After saying that, Jun Lintian continued to drink with his head down.

The white-haired old man's eyes suddenly shone brightly, and he looked at Jun Lintian.

Jun Lintian suddenly felt that he seemed to be seen through from inside to outside, and he couldn't help but frowned, wanting to make a move.

The white-haired old man had returned to normal, but his eyes were full of strange colors, and he exclaimed.

"What a delicate sword heart, the swordsmen in the world are in trouble."

"Senior, are you the Confucian immortal?"

Wang Yixing was startled, and looked at the white-haired old man again, his eyes inexplicably complicated.