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

"Wait! I think I remembered, come here, the money-loser!"

Baili Dongjun seemed to have suddenly realized something and beckoned Sikong Changfeng to come over.

"What's wrong with the shopkeeper?" Sikong Changfeng looked puzzled.

"The man we just saw outside the Gu family wall, the one who defeated Lingyun Master Gu Jianmen and the umbrella-holding ghost in Anhe with a branch, is he my cousin?"

Baili Dongjun pointed at Wen Yanzhao and asked Sikong Changfeng

"Indeed, I noticed as soon as I entered the door that the two figures on the roof were my uncle and this cousin!"

Sikong Changfeng looked calm and composed.

"Then why didn't you tell me earlier? Humph, you've been hiding something from me, you lose money!"

Baili Dongjun wrinkled his nose and looked at Sikong Changfeng

"I... I didn't have time to tell you, and then the killer broke in, right?"

Sikong Changfeng smiled and took Baili Dongjun's arm.

"Wait a minute, this young master has fought with my third junior brother?"

When Lei Mengsha heard Baili Dongjun talking about Wen Yanzhao's victory over Gu Jianmen, he asked with a surprised look on his face

"That's right. The second son of the Gu family was fighting with a killer from Dark River at the time. I saw the two masters fighting and couldn't wait to fight them, so I went to fight with them for a few moves."

Wen Yanzhao spoke calmly.

"How will it be? Is my third junior brother an expert swordsman? Can he fight you back and forth?"

Lei Mengsha is full of arrogance

The eight princes of Beili are all handsome and talented, with outstanding martial arts skills, and they love each other deeply and are as close as brothers.

As one of them, Lei Mengsha is naturally very proud.

"No, my cousin picked up a branch and struck with his sword, and the Second Young Master Gu was defeated!"

Baili Dongjun was quick to speak. Lei Mengsha's face suddenly changed when he said this.

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Chapter 15 Silence is golden

"You mean, you defeated the second son of the Gu family?"

Lei Mengsha frowned and flashed to Wen Yanzhao's side and asked

"That's right, it's Master Lingyun, one of the Eight Masters of Beili - Gu Jianmen. His sword is very fast, but unfortunately he still needs to practice!"

Wen Yanzhao's casual words shocked everyone present.

"My third brother is in the Free Heaven Realm. He has profound and unrestrained swordsmanship, and he has also inherited the Gu family's true military skills. Did you really defeat him with just one move?"

"I don't believe it! You must have seen that I, Zhuo Mo Duoyan, am so handsome, and you want to use this incident to suppress me, right?"

"Don't rush to explain. I understand everything! After all, you are new to the martial arts world and your ambitions are as high as the sky..."

Lei Mengsha's chatterbox broke out again, and he kept talking to himself.

"Lei Lao Er, do you want to listen to what you are saying? My cousin and the little spear fairy are both witnesses. Oh, and my uncle is also here to warm up a pot of wine! You should believe this, right? Otherwise, let's go to the street and compete?"

Wen Yanzhao couldn't stand Lei Mengsha's noise, so he stepped forward with a sharp look in his eyes.

"I don't think this is necessary! Master Lei, if my nephew hurts you, wouldn't it create a rift between our Wen family and the Eighth Master Beili?"

Everyone only felt a gust of wind passing in front of them, and the man who was warming the pot of wine had already pulled Wen Yanzhao away three feet away.

"You..." Lei Mengsha's face turned red and white because of the words of warming the pot of wine, and he was speechless for a moment.

"This is the first time I see you get humiliated!"

From afar, a sound like the sound of nature came

The sound was heard, and then the flute sounded, like the gurgling of a stream, and everyone couldn't help but be intoxicated by it.

The sound of the flute slowly drifted away, and then the sky was filled with pink, and petals fell one by one

Seeing this, everyone in front of the tavern looked up at the source of the flute sound...

On the top of a big tree, a handsome young man in a light blue gown stood holding a flute. He was Qingge Young Master Luo Xuan, one of the Eight Young Masters of Beili.

Sikong Changfeng's eyes widened, and he murmured:

"This man is Master Ya, the Eighth Master of Beili. Every time he appears, there is either music or flowers raining down. I have always thought that was an exaggeration, but when I saw him today, I never expected that there is such a thing in the world..."

"A pretentious person!"

Wen Yanzhao and Baili Dongjun looked at each other and laughed awkwardly, saying in unison

"Hey Luo Xuan, why are you here too!"

Lei Mengsha ignored the words of the Wen Bai brothers, looked at Luo Xuan who was standing on the treetops, and shouted loudly:

"You are allowed to come, but I am not allowed to come?"

Luo Xuan landed from the tree and said to Lei Mengsha with a smile on his face. After he finished speaking, he saw that everyone was looking at him, so he cupped his hands:

"I am Master Qingge, Luo Xuan!"

"I've long heard that Master Qingge is Master Ya among the eight masters. Today I see that he lives up to his name!"

He warmed up the wine, exchanged greetings, and bowed in return.

Seeing him like this, the three younger generations beside him also bowed and saluted.

"You're late. There's nothing for us to do now!" Lei Mengsha said with frustration.

"Why? I'm here just now. Aren't those killers you mentioned not showing up yet?"

Luo Xuan asked suspiciously

"Hey, this little brother used one move to move in all directions, and those killers were killed or injured, and they all ran away!"

Lei Mengsha pointed at Wen Yanzhao who looked disdainful and said to Luo Xuan

"Oh? Could it be that I just arrived at the place where I felt the innate energy and sword energy surging, it turned out to be you! I didn't expect it to be this little brother, he is really a young hero!"

Luo Xuan bowed to Wen Yanzhao after he finished speaking. His words were sincere and there was no intention of flattery.

"Mr. Qingge, thank you for your compliment! I am Wen Yanzhao, a member of the old Wen family in Lingnan. This is my uncle Wen Hujiu. I'm sure you will recognize him with your knowledge."

"This is Baili Dongjun, my cousin, the young marquis of Zhenxi Marquis Mansion!"

"And this little brother with a gun is my cousin's good friend Sikong Changfeng!"

After Wen Yanzhao introduced them one by one, he nodded in return.

"Etc., etc……"

Lei Mengsha flashed between Sikong Changfeng and Baili Dongjun, put his hands on their shoulders, and asked mysteriously:

"Aren't you two spies that Old Seven planted in Chaisang City? How did you become the young marquis of Zhenxi Marquis Mansion? Is Old Seven so generous as to even arrange a spy now?"

"I think Second Brother Lei may have misunderstood. Baili Dongjun is not your Seventh Brother's spy. He can't afford such a valuable spy, right, cousin!"

Wen Yanzhao wanted to dampen Lei Mengsha's arrogance. Baili Dongjun nodded fiercely and said proudly:

"Yes, I, Baili Dongjun, am the little overlord of Qiandong City. I won't be a spy for you!"

"It's bad, it's bad, it's all bad...Sixth Brother, our plan is a mess! Seventh Brother has always claimed that he has a plan that is perfect, but now, we can't even find our own spies, and we are being laughed at!"

"I think our Beili Eighth Young Master has lost all his reputation today!"

"You little brothers, I, Lei Mengsha, please don't spread this matter..."

Lei Mengsha blushed when he heard this and started talking again

"I say, second brother, if you don't open your mouth, no one will think you are dumb!"

Luo Xuan's face darkened and he said

"You are such a good old man! Now you don't speak up for me, but instead you teach me a lesson. Today, I..."

Lei Mengsha rushed to Luo Xuan in one step, put his hands on his waist, and said with a red face

"Buzz!"

Wen Yanzhao flicked his finger slightly, and a light yellow dot flew straight into Lei Mengsha's mouth, which was halfway through his words.

"(⊙o⊙)...What did you give me to eat..."

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Lei Mengsha's face was filled with fear. Before he could finish his sentence, his voice gradually became hoarse and he could no longer make any sound.

"Why panic? Silence is golden!"

Wen Yanzhao smiled evilly

"Little brother, although my second senior brother is a bit of a snob, he is a generous and righteous person. You must not hurt his life! If he is injured in the slightest, I, Luo Xuan, will fight to the death with you!"

The eight sons of Beili are like brothers, the sixth son Luo Xuan and the second son Lei Mengsha are the best friends

Seeing Wen Yanzhao poisoning his second senior brother, he held the flute in his hand and spoke in a neither humble nor arrogant tone.

"Don't panic, Master Luo Xuan. My nephew's silence is golden, not poison. It will just make people speechless for a few hours!"

Wen Hujiu looked very pleased with himself, but his ears were almost covered with calluses from Lei Mengsha's annoyance.

"Ah... well, as long as it's not poison, I'm happy to let my second brother be quiet for a while."

After Luo Xuan finished speaking, he glanced at Lei Mengsha, who was whimpering with his mouth wide open, unable to make any sound, and then lowered his head and smiled.

"To be honest, my second brother and I are here for Gu Jianmen. There may be many spies from the Yan family on this street. To prevent any accidents, shall we go inside and talk?"

Seeing that everyone was staring at the funny Lei Mengsha and laughing secretly, Luo Xuan said

"In that case, then come in and taste my Baili Dongjun's fine wine. It is an honor to entertain two of the eight young masters today!"

Baili Dongjun took the lead, stretched out his hand and gestured to invite them, standing at the door of the wine shop.

"It would be disrespectful to refuse!"