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

"Sir...if the world were replaced by a benevolent and generous emperor, what would you think?"

The Confucian Immortal slowly turned around:

"Are you talking about... Xiao Ruofeng, one of the Eight Young Masters of Beili who I met in Qiandong City last time?"

"He... looks like a kind person, but there is only chivalry in his expression, not the slightest hint of imperial arrogance!"

What the Confucian Immortal said was right. Wen Yanzhao was a good brother in every way, but this was the only thing that made people feel helpless.

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Wen Yanzhao sighed deeply:

"Sir, you are very knowledgeable about the world. Nothing can escape your eyes!"

A smile spread across the face of the Confucian Immortal:

"No need to flatter me. The last time we met, I could tell that he didn't have the ambition to be an emperor. But the heroic young man who was talking quietly beside him was someone worthy of trust!"

Wen Yanzhao smiled and said:

"You are talking about Master Zhuo Mo Lei Mengsha... Although he is a chatterbox, he is indeed a man of integrity! I am afraid that he will be burdened by Xiao Ruofeng in the future, and this talented general will be wasted!"

Ruxian seemed to not want to discuss the various rights and wrongs of the Beili royal family with Wen Yanzhao anymore. He said seriously:

"Your internal strength is still far behind what I had back then. Although you have been taking poison to practice, the speed of improvement is still limited..."

"From today on, come here to find me at the beginning of noon every day and leave here at the end of noon for seven days. With the help of my medicinal wine and this "Ode to Western Chu", I will definitely be able to help you improve your internal strength. I just don't know if you can reach the level of my brother Gu Mo..."

Sure enough, the medicinal wine that the Confucian Immortal gave Wen Yanzhao was the one he prepared with great care. It was just unknown whether this medicinal wine was the same as the one Baili Dongjun drank.

Upon hearing this, Wen Yanzhao prostrated himself and said:

"Thank you sir!"

The Confucian Immortal waved his hand and gently lifted Wen Yanzhao up:

"No need to be so polite. Didn't you help Yueluo pass the message to me? Besides, you have been staying by Dongjun's side all this time. I have to thank you for that!"

Wen Yanzhao blushed and felt a little embarrassed:

"Dongjun is also my brother. As his elder brother, I must protect him. It is only a piece of cake for me to deliver a message to you on behalf of the Moonfall Pavilion Master."

"Sir, please don't give me all the credit..."

The Confucian Immortal smiled gently. He was very satisfied with the young man in front of him. He was gentle and upright but decisive. At such a young age, he had already entered the stage of Half-Step Divine Wandering...

If he were given more time, he would probably embark on the path of becoming the master of the martial arts world and overlooking the world!

The Confucian Immortal looked at Wen Yanzhao for a few times, and finally asked about that matter:

"Yan Zhao, you came to see me for something else, don't hide it from me!"

Wen Yanzhao was startled. Facing the Confucian Immortal, there was no need to hide or test him, so he said directly:

"Sir, you have seen through Yan Zhao. That's right! I was ordered by the head of the Wen family to seek the legendary..."

"The Art of Medicine Man!"

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(Thanks to all the darlings who have been supporting Daju! I have been out of town these days, so the update may be late, please forgive me! (●? ? ?)?)

Chapter 132: Southern Rain and Mist, Lingnan Mist (Part )

Lingnan, Bamboo Sea, Peach Blossom Land

Lingnan, which is close to the southern part of the country, has a mild climate. As soon as winter came this year, it rained for several days.

After the drizzle, a thick fog rose around Lingnan City.

The ten miles inside and outside Lingnan City were all shrouded in dense white fog.

The thick fog surrounded the peach forest created by the Confucian Immortal's magic, and it looked like a fairyland on earth.

At this time, through the thick fog, under the seven or eight feet tall phoenix tung tree in the middle of the peach forest, two figures, one old and one young, could be vaguely seen.

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"Sure enough, the Wen family is still so persistent in the art of making medicine men!"

"This technique of making people out of poison can make ordinary soldiers fight against a hundred enemies at once, and can also make dying people stand firm. It can be said to be the best evil technique in the world today!"

The Confucian Immortal smiled bitterly after he finished speaking. He had already expected that the Wen family had longed for the art of medicine man.

This time, when Wen Yanzhao returned to Lingnan from Tianqi City, the old master Wen would definitely let this well-behaved grandson come to him to ask about the art of medicine.

So when Wen Yanzhao finally said the four words "the art of medicine", he was not surprised.

Wen Yanzhao had a resolute expression:

"Sir, whether it is a sorcery or not depends on who holds it and how it is used!"

"Back then, you and Senior Gumo, the former Sword Immortal, had to use this technique against the soldiers of Western Chu in order to protect our country..."

"No matter who you are, you should say that what you did back then was for the country and your family, which is beyond reproach!"

Hearing this, the Confucian Immortal smiled with relief, then waved his sleeves and stood up from the table.

After hesitating for a moment, he faced west, bowed, then stood up and said with a worried look on his face:

"Yan Zhao, what you said is right. I am from Western Chu. Facing the iron hoof of Beili, I naturally have to put my country first!"

"If this technique is obtained by someone with ill intentions, it will probably cause a bloody storm that is difficult to quell in the martial arts world and the court!"

“Although the Wen family is a century-old family and is unrivaled in the world in the use of poison, even if you are a young man with the cultivation level of half-step divine wandering…”

"But with just these, how can we fight against the Beili royal family and the thousands of martial artists in the world?"

Wen Yanzhao also stood up and walked in front of the Confucian Immortal, his eyes moved:

"Sir, what if the Wen family learned your medicine man technique and trained a group of death warriors whose cultivation was above the Free Earth Realm?"

As soon as the words came out, the Confucian Immortal was startled, and his hands behind his back could not help but clenched...

After a long while, the Confucian Immortal slowly spoke:

"Could it be that Ling Zuwenlin intends to... overthrow the Beili royal family?"

Wen Yanzhao immediately shook his head and denied:

"Sir, what you said is too serious... You have been in the martial arts world for a long time, so you naturally know that our Wen family has always been known for its low-key and secretive behavior over the past hundred years!"

"But now, apart from me, Wen Yanzhao, I have become the target of the current emperor and the court's solicitation and attack..."

At this point, Wen Yanzhao suddenly laughed at himself:

"Besides, Xiao Ruofeng, whom I just mentioned to you, is my sworn brother. How many innocent people will die if he overthrows the Beili court?"

"The Wen family is only trying to protect themselves at the moment and has no such ambitions!"

The Confucian Immortal stood under the Phoenix Paulownia with his hands behind his back, and did not speak for a long time.

Just as Wen Yanzhao was anxiously waiting for the result, the Confucian Immortal stretched out his hand and broke off a piece of Phoenix Paulownia branch.

Then he shook the foot-long branch in the air, and the tung leaves fell down, and then the whole branch turned into dots of light...

Wen Yanzhao didn't understand why, and then the ball of light dimmed in the hands of the Confucian Immortal.

A goose yellow piece of paper appeared so vividly in the hands of the Confucian immortal!

"Sir, what are you doing..."

Wen Yanzhao asked

I thought the Confucian Immortal was going to write down the art of making medicine on this narrow piece of paper, but I didn't expect the next scene to make Wen Yanzhao even more confused.

The Confucian Immortal placed the paper in the air, used his finger as a pen, and drew a stream of wine from the table with his inner strength.

He wet his fingers with wine and wrote a few words on the floating paper.

Wen Yanzhao stared at the marks left by the Confucian Immortal's fingers. After a few strokes of silver and iron, a person's name was left on the paper - Xin Baicao.

"Yan Zhao, my art of treating people with medicine was also passed down from 'Night Crow', one of the three heroes of Medicine King Valley."

"If you want to learn the complete art of making medicine, you have to find this person to have a chance."

"The medicine man technique I have still has a big flaw... I will tell you about this later!"

Wen Yanzhao took the note, and the wine on it quickly dried up. He stared at the handwriting on it and nodded thoughtfully.

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Nan Jue, outside Chaosu Town

Yu Shengmo, with his hair in a high bun and a black umbrella in his hand, walked in front with a solemn look on his face.

Ye Dingzhi followed behind him obediently, carrying the Zhenwu Sword.

The reason why Yu Shengmo looked like this was that he didn't want to pay attention to the disciple behind him.

This all started from Ye Dingzhi's words: "That girl is going to marry Prince Beili, I... Master, I don't have that much time!"

As soon as these words came out, Yu Shengmo was immediately a little unhappy.

Firstly, it was because Ye Dingzhi ignored his family feud for the sake of love;

Secondly, he was angry that he had the unparalleled "Poetry and Sword Art" in his hand, but still had to practice the magic fairy sword technique that backfired on him!

"How could I, Yu Sheng Mo, have such an ignorant disciple?"

Yu Shengmo walked in front and muttered to himself:

Ye Dingzhi followed behind him and naturally heard the master's complaints.

He rushed to the master and bowed:

"Master, I know I was wrong!"

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"But... Master also knows that my disciple is only at the Ninth Heaven Realm now. Even if I practice the Poetry and Sword Technique for ten years, I am afraid I will not be able to achieve great results!"

"It's not that I don't know what's good, it's that I need to make a breakthrough in a very short time..."