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

In the illusion.

Baili Dongjun returned to the small courtyard of his master.

As soon as he opened his eyes, he saw the person he had been thinking about.

Baili Dongjun was stunned.

"Strange, this scene seems familiar."

He felt that his memory was a little confused, but he didn't understand what the problem was.

But, who cares!

With a beauty in front of him, why think so much?

Baili Dongjun jumped down and came to the ground. With a light wave of his hand, peach blossoms flew up all over the ground.

"I am Baili Dongjun!"

"The future world's number one winemaker."

Somewhere in Jiangnan.

Sikong Changfeng frowned and looked at the surrounding environment, which was strange and familiar.

His eyes moved and fell on a straight figure in front of him.

Sikong Changfeng suddenly became silent.

Master Lin Jiu is still alive?

But the other party was infected with the plague and died in front of him.

When he was buried, he helped to organize a funeral.

"Disciple, what are you still standing there for? It's time to practice spear!"

Lin Jiu's figure turned slowly, with a bright smile, and then began to dance with the spear.

He was dancing with the Zhuixu Spear.

Sikong Changfeng was stunned.

The figure in front of him had slowly fired the fourth, fifth, and eighth shots.

And then... the ninth shot.

Sikong Changfeng's pupils suddenly shrank, and he wanted to see the ninth shot clearly.

But the scene in front of him suddenly twisted, as if the sky was spinning, blurring the moment.

"Disciple, can you see it clearly?"

Lin Jiu looked at Sikong Changfeng with a strong smile, with a face full of concern.

Sikong Changfeng was a very good disciple, but his brain was not very smart, and he always stayed at the stage of the eighth shot.

This made Lin Jiu quite puzzled, so he demonstrated the ninth shot over and over again for him to learn.

Sikong Changfeng frowned even deeper.

But looking at the expectant eyes, he still shook his head.

"The disciple didn't see it clearly, Master, why don't you go a little slower."

Lin Jiu's smile froze, a trace of disappointment flashed through the depths of his eyes, but he still nodded.

Turning around, he started to shoot the Zhuixu spear at Sikong Changfeng again, from the first shot to... the ninth shot.

Spring goes and autumn comes, winter comes and autumn hides.

Seven or eight years have passed since he turned around.

Lin Jiu is getting older, and the disappointment in his eyes is getting deeper and deeper.

"Fool, idiot... What's the use of practicing the first eight spears well? If you can't see the ninth spear, you will never be able to achieve your own way."

Looking at Sikong Changfeng dancing with the spear, the first eight spears are already perfect, even better than the master.

But Lin Jiu started to curse angrily.

"Stop practicing, stop practicing... I've taught you for so many years, and you only know these eight shots. With your talent, you shouldn't be like this. What are you thinking?"

"It's just a pig. After watching it for so many years, it should be able to see the ninth shot. Why can't you see it?"

"My good disciple!"

Lin Jiu shouted excitedly, his expression a little crazy.

Sikong Changfeng silently put away the gun. In the past few years, the ninth shot has become more and more blurred.

At the beginning, he could still see some tracks, but now...

Sikong Changfeng looked up at the sky, and he might know the reason in his heart.

"Master, are you still alive?"

Sikong Changfeng took a deep breath and finally asked calmly.

If he didn't ask again, he would really be unable to distinguish between reality and illusion.

Lin Jiu was stunned, and a smile slowly appeared on his face.

Just looking at Sikong Changfeng quietly, the white hair on his head turned black in an instant.

His appearance also returned to his youth.

"Good disciple, I will demonstrate the ninth gun for you one last time..."

"The gun is named Guixu!"

Lin Jiu suddenly laughed heartily, and rushed up to the sky with a face full of satisfaction, but his figure gradually became illusory.

Boom!

A gun pierced the sky, and the whole illusion began to fall apart.

Lin Jiu floated in the air and shouted loudly.

"Nine is the maximum number. You have already got nine of the eighteen guns in Guixu. You have to find the remaining nine guns by yourself."

"And..."

"I am really satisfied that I can meet you in my last time, and return to my roots and rest in peace."

How many wanderers in the world have drifted all their lives and died in a foreign land, with no one to collect their bones.

Lin Jiu was lucky to meet Sikong Changfeng, a silly boy, in his last time.

And he, Sikong Changfeng, was also lucky to meet two like-minded teenagers.

In the small courtyard.

The breeze was blowing on my face.

Sikong Changfeng was somewhat disappointed, staring blankly at the sky, as if he was still in a fantasy.

Jun Lintian's expression changed, and his figure flashed to the side.

Only ten minutes had passed, and Sikong Changfeng actually took the initiative to leave the fantasy.

However, Jun Lintian thought that Sikong Changfeng had been wandering in the martial arts world for many years and had suffered a lot, so he understood a little.

Jun Lintian was quietAfter waiting for a while, he smiled.

"Look at you, what kind of illusion did you encounter?"

Sikong Changfeng blinked, slowly calmed down and regained his composure.

Then, he slowly told his story.

"I saw the ninth spear, but I found that I couldn't use it."

Jun Lintian chuckled and helped analyze it.

"It seems that your master Lin Jiu taught you the ninth spear, but in fact you created the ninth spear yourself."

"But it is illusory after all, or in other words, with your current realm strength and life perception, you can't restore the real [Guixu]."

Jun Lintian paused, smiled and said softly.

"In fact, whether you have the Eighteen Guns of Zhuixu or not, you can become a spear fairy. This is your real gain."

Sikong Changfeng's eyes flashed, and he spoke in a firm and calm voice.

"Yes, I, Sikong Changfeng, will definitely become a spear fairy."

Strong self-confidence emerged from Sikong Changfeng. As he stepped into the Vajra Realm, he finally began to show his edge and show his talent to the world.

"What's wrong with him? He seems to be trapped inside."

Sikong Changfeng frowned and looked to the side.

Baili Dongjun's eyes were full of confusion, occupied by the strange atmosphere of the world, but his face was full of spring smile.

"Heroes are hard to resist the beauty, he, he must be enjoying himself inside!"

Jun Lintian said meaningfully, with a meaningful smile on his face.

"What about you? Do you want to continue?"

Sikong Changfeng smiled, a barely perceptible blush rose on his neck, and said loudly.

"Continue!"

Jun Lintian smiled slightly, and before he finished speaking, he swung down another sword unexpectedly.

Watching Sikong Changfeng enter the illusion again.

Jun Lintian murmured: "This time you can experience a different life, maybe being a rich kid is what you want in your heart."

Then,

Jun Lintian frowned and came to Baili Dongjun.

"Is this guy really going to throw everything aside for pleasure?"

Seeing that it was almost thirty minutes, Jun Lintian was a little worried.

If he got too deep, it would inevitably cause some bad effects.

Seeing this, Jun Lintian was about to take action to dispel the illusion.

Baili Dongjun's eyes suddenly moved, and he woke up with a lazy yawn, smacking his lips.

"I really want to stay a little longer, it's so wonderful."