Young White Horse: Born with a Poisonous Body and a Sword that Slays the Heroes

Yu Sheng Mo chuckled and said:

"That guy standing with a sword fifty steps behind you in the alley has been chasing me for four days and three nights. I don't bother to pay attention to him!"

"Today, while I was meeting you here, I actually caught up with you..."

Ye Dingzhi turned around suddenly, and the alley behind him was just as Yu Shengmo said.

A thin man in a green shirt, holding a black sword in his arms, stood there.

"Ling Yan, the martial arts fanatic from Lufeng City, I wonder how this kid got the news that my master returned to Nan Jue from Tianqi, and followed me all the way from the border to here."

Ye Ding was startled:

"Isn't this the Nan Jue prodigal who is obsessed with martial arts? Although his cultivation is not weak, he is only at the Fuyao realm. How can he have the confidence to challenge the master?"

As soon as Ye Dingzhi finished speaking, the young man named Ling Yan flashed to within five steps of the master and disciple!

"Yushengmo, I followed you all the way, why did you avoid fighting?"

Ling Yan spoke in a rude tone, pointing the long sword in his hand directly at Yu Shengmo's brow.

Ye Dingzhi's eyes turned cold and he was about to draw out the Zhenwu Sword, but he was stopped by Yu Shengmo.

Ling Yan glanced at Ye Dingzhi with contempt, and then the long sword in his hand spit out a three-foot sword light, stabbing straight at Yu Shengmo

As the true energy in Yu Shengmo's hand moved, Ye Dingzhi stepped aside. Then he raised one hand, and the water dragon in his hand seemed to be about to fly out:

"Yes, there are always many people in the world who think that their ideal opponent is just so-so, until they actually fight each other and then they understand--"

"Before the fight, it's like a frog in a well watching the sun and the moon. It's nothing more than that~"

"After the fight, I realized that I was like an ant seeing the sky!"

As soon as the last word "天" came out of Yu Shengmo's mouth, the water dragon in his hand flew out like an arrow!

Ye Dingzhi only had time to hear the sound of something cutting through the air before he saw the water dragon crash into the sword light that Wu Chi Ling Yan was thrusting towards him!

"Keng!"

The long sword in his hand was only driven by the true energy, and the three-foot sword light dissipated in the air.

Ling Yan's eyes widened, and the sword in his hand was hit by the water dragon of Yu Shengmo, leaving several pea-sized holes!

"clang!"

The black sword in Ling Yan's hand fell to the ground, creating a cloud of water mist!

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He slowly lowered his head and looked at his chest in disbelief.

The water dragon also turned the water into water droplets there, creating four or five pea-sized holes, and blood was flowing out!

"Oh!"

Ling Yan's thin body lost balance and fell heavily to the ground. His bulging blood-red eyes were still fixed on Yu Shengmo.

"There are so many people like him along the way, some of them are overconfident, so you should take action on my behalf!"

Yu Sheng Mo held up a black dragon umbrella with a cold expression.

Ye Dingzhi nodded, glanced at Ling Yan who had just fallen to the ground, and clenched the Zhenwu sword in his hand.

As soon as the master and his disciple left the alley, Ye Dingzhi, who had been frowning, suddenly asked:

"Master, why have you never been willing to teach me the Magic Fairy Sword Technique?"

Yu Shengmo was walking in front, but his steps suddenly stopped and he sighed softly:

"I couldn't beat Li Changsheng back then, so I practiced the Magic Fairy Sword. In a year, my skills increased by 60%, but I still couldn't beat Li Changsheng."

After saying this, Yu Shengmo suddenly turned around and looked at Ye Dingzhi intently:

"If you want to be stronger than Master, then don't follow Master's old path. The Poetry and Sword Art is right in front of you, so why would you practice the Magic Fairy Sword that will backfire on you?"

Ye Dingzhi suddenly knelt on the ground and said anxiously:

"Master, the Poetry Sword Technique can indeed be called a unique sword technique in the world, but... if my cultivation level is below the half-step divine wandering, it will be difficult for me to master this peerless sword technique!"

"That girl is going to marry Prince Beili. I... Master, I don't have that much time!"

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Chapter 131: Southern Rain and Mist, Lingnan Mist (Part )

Lingnan, Bamboo Sea

In the secret land of Taoyuan, an old man and a child sat opposite each other and drank. On the table, there was a pot of wine and a pair of delicate celadon wine glasses.

The pot of wine in front of the Confucian Immortal Gu Chen exuded a faint medicinal aroma. He raised his glass and sighed:

"If it weren't for your magical pill, I would have turned into a pile of dirt by now, and there would be no chance for me to see this letter again!"

Upon hearing this, Wen Yanzhao bowed and said:

"Sir, why do you say that? If you hadn't used your life's practice to save me and pass on your skills to me, how could Yan Zhao be where he is today?"

The Confucian Immortal filled Wen Yanzhao's glass with wine again:

"You and I are destined to be together in this life, so there is no need to talk about those clichés. I wonder how long it will take for me to go to Tianqi next time?"

Wen Yanzhao picked up the wine glass and drank it all. The wine flowing through his body made him feel warm and comfortable.

"This... I haven't thought about it yet. To be honest, sir, I poisoned and killed thousands of soldiers in Tianqi City to save Dongjun's childhood friend Ye Dingzhi!"

"I also gave the eunuch Zhuoqing, who was beside Emperor Tai'an, a lesson. I'm afraid this has angered the emperor. He conferred the title of Earl of Lingnan on my grandfather just now in order to win me over, and now I've done something to slap him in the face. I'm sure our Wen family will also be implicated!"

The Confucian Immortal gently shook the wine glass in his hand, and heard what Wen Yanzhao said, and said softly:

"So, you hurried back to Lingnan to protect the Wen family. Am I right?"

Wen Yanzhao nodded: "Sir, you are absolutely right!"

After finishing the wine in the cup, the Confucian Immortal used his inner strength in his left hand to slowly drop a guqin from the crown of the lush phoenix tung tree.

The Confucian Immortal put away the wine pot, gently placed the guqin on the table, pressed one hand on the strings, raised his head and asked:

"If you were Emperor Tai'an, what would you do if you met such an unruly Wen Yanzhao?"

Wen Yanzhao had never expected that the Confucian Immortal would actually ask this question. He held up his chin and pondered for a long time...

The sound of the ruxian's zither began to sound, sometimes melodious, sometimes gentle, and sometimes urgent...

Wen Yanzhao, who was lost in thought, was also attracted by the ever-changing music of the piano, but he did not expect that the Confucian Immortal's song could actually stimulate the true energy in Wen Yanzhao's body!

"Could it be that... the Confucian Immortal is trying to improve my cultivation?"

Wen Yanzhao felt the circulation of true energy throughout his body, which was accelerating with the medicinal wine and the current piano music!

At this moment, if someone could stand one foot behind Wen Yanzhao, he would definitely be able to see the wisps of true energy surging and dissipating above his head!

"Sir, this is..."

Wen Yanzhao felt the changes in his body, and found that the internal strength in his dantian had become deeper and more refined!

The Confucian Immortal just focused on the guqin in front of him:

"You haven't answered my question just now... What if you were Emperor Tai'an?"

Wen Yanzhao was startled, then blurted out:

"If we can't win him over, we must get rid of him. If we leave such a big hidden danger, it will definitely be detrimental to our Beili royal family's rule in the future!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the sound of the Confucian Immortal's piano became loud and the tone suddenly rose to the highest point!

It seems like a battle of swords and spears!

At this time, the Confucian Immortal also said loudly:

"In that case, if Emperor Tai'an uses all the power of the country to flatten Lingnan and destroy your Wen family in the future, how will you respond then?!"

Wen Yanzhao heard the question of the Confucian immortal in his ears, but the medicinal wine in his body was like a fuse, igniting the latent energy in his limbs and bones!

At this moment, his whole body was extremely hot, and his powerful internal energy seemed to be about to burst out. Facing the questioning of the Confucian Immortal, he could only follow his heart and roared:

"what……"

"If that's the case, then come one, kill one! Come a hundred, kill a hundred with poison! Come a hundred thousand, with the poison of my Wen family, I will fight them to the death!"

As soon as Wen Yanzhao finished speaking, the internal force aroused by the high-pitched and passionate music played by the Confucian Immortal just now quickly condensed into a more refined energy in his various major acupoints!

Finally, it converges at the Dantian through the eight extraordinary meridians and gradually settles down...

Wen Yanzhao was extremely excited. The Confucian Immortal Gu Chen was using medicinal wine and music to help him improve his cultivation!

He did not dare to neglect it, and immediately held his breath, focused his mind, followed the guidance of the piano music, and steadied his internal breath...

After a while, the music faded away like smoke, and the Confucian Immortal spoke:

"If it really comes to a point where both sides are in danger, I'm afraid that the thousands of people in Beili and hundreds of thousands of people in Lingnan will also suffer a catastrophe!"

Wen Yanzhao wiped away the beads of sweat on his forehead, his voice a little unsteady:

"Then we can only blame the current emperor for not caring about the lives of the people in the world and destroying them for his own selfish desires!"

The Confucian Immortal waved his sleeves, and the guqin suddenly soared into the tree canopy.

He stood up, looked towards the west and said in a deep voice:

"Hasn't he done enough for the Beili Imperial Family? I'm afraid Emperor Tai'an will just say this in the end—"

"For the sake of the country, I will let the people suffer and bear the blame!"

Wen Yanzhao looked at the lonely figure of Ruxian and felt a little distressed.

Thousands of people in Western Chu were conquered by the Beili royal family.

The old man in front of me, who is over 70 years old, is probably the last survivor of Western Chu!

Thinking of this, Wen Yanzhao suddenly asked: