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

"I've already said that we want the jar of 15-year-old Bamboo Leaf Green. We... are not unwilling to give them money!"

"Wen Buping, ah Wen Buping, you have been so cautious all your life, even drinking has to be done carefully, how boring!"

Wenhu wine was full of alcohol, holding a wine gourd in his hand, complaining about Wen Buping while tilting his head back to pour wine into his mouth

Wen Buping's face remained gentle, his feet were steady, but he didn't give Wen Hujiu any face:

"Zhao'er gave you several hundred taels of gold, and you dared to pick the treasure of Zhuwaixuan!"

"A glass of Bamboo Leaf Green aged for fifteen years costs twenty taels of silver. Can you handle three jin of alcohol?"

"I see you, you are just like a dog with a stomach full of oil, you look like a poor man who has suddenly become rich!"

Wen Hujiu put away the wine gourd, gave Wen Buping a fierce look, and then said with a drunken mouth:

"That... that's my nephew. He's a celebrity in Apocalypse City now. What's wrong with spending some money?"

"It's time for this kid to show his filial piety to his uncle. What's there to be afraid of? Money is a bastard. We can ask for it back after it's all spent!"

As he spoke, he staggered towards his bedroom, warming the pot of wine...

Wen Lin was in the room, drinking wine and talking to Wen Buping. He heard a rough outline of the conversation.

When he heard that he was squandering the gold given by Wen Yanzhao again, he slammed the door open and shouted:

"Warm the wine!"

"Zhao'er gave you the gold to use for serious matters. Come here!"

As soon as he drank the wine, his body, which had been swaying just now, miraculously returned to normal...

Wen Buping, who was standing behind the wine pot, saw this and quickly covered his mouth, wanting to laugh but not daring to.

I could only twitch all over, trying to hold back my smile as I leaned against the pillar of the pavilion, looking at the warm pot of wine that had completely lost its effect, and tremblingly walked towards my old father.

"Father, did you just order wine?" He lowered his head and looked at Wen Yan with a calm expression, not daring to breathe.

Wen Lin's face was frighteningly gloomy, and he moved to the side of the wine pot:

"Give the remaining gold to your account office and let your sixth uncle keep it for you!"

"We don't have any aged wine at home, right? Why do we have to go out and drink horse urine?!"

He shivered as he warmed the pot of wine, not daring to look up at his father's eyes. He could only mutter:

"Dad...I'm glad Zhao'er is back. I was thinking of going out for a drink with Bu Ping. Don't be so angry!"

"Just this once, for the last time! Next time...next time I'll just drink something cheaper..."

"Hey!"

Before he could finish his words, Wen Lin kicked Wen Hujiu hard on the butt!

"Bu Ping, let your good-for-nothing brother be taken care of by your uncle!"

"Want to drink? Sure! If he wants to drink, isn't there cooking wine in the backyard kitchen? As much as he wants! Do you hear me?"

Wen Lin's graying eyebrows almost stood up, and Wen Buping quickly clasped his fists and responded:

"I heard you, nephew. I will follow your instructions!"

Wen Yanzhao held Wen Lin's arm, gloating as he watched his uncle warm a pot of wine and rub his buttocks, then dejectedly followed Wen Buping to the backyard.

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Nanjue, Yazhou, Wangbei Town

The seaside town is always surrounded by sea breeze all year round.

Located at the southernmost tip of Nanjue, it is hot and humid even in the light snow season.

The sea breeze blew from time to time, and the warriors who came and went to Wangbei Town would be very angry if they stayed there.

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I would always go to the local ironware shop, buy two taels of anchovy oil, and apply it on my weapons.

Ordinary weapons, whether swords, guns, sticks or clubs, will develop a layer of red rust within four or five days after being exposed to the salty and humid sea breeze.

But Yu Shengmo and Ye Dingzhi have lived in this town for nine days. Both the Xuanfeng Sword and the Zhenwu Sword are still sharp, without any signs of rust.

Yu Shengmo has not left the town yet. The master and his apprentice have been staying in a small inn these days.

"Master, today is already the ninth day."

Ye Dingzhi, wearing a bamboo hat, sat at a table by the window on the first floor of the inn.

He was wearing a short black suit with a red interior, holding the Zhenwu sword and asked

Yu Shengmo's black dragon umbrella was put away on the table. She had an incredibly beautiful face and just stared out the window.

After a while, Yu Sheng Mo stretched out his slender fingers and felt the moist sea breeze at the window:

"Tonight, you follow me to Yajiao, and I will show you what the real magic swordsmanship is."

Ye Dingzhi picked up the black pottery bowl, drank the strong tea in it, and then wiped his mouth:

"Master, have you changed your mind?"

Yu Shengmo turned his head and stared at the disciple in front of him:

"I will teach you the Magic Fairy Sword, but you can't learn the last move."

Ye Dingzhi did not ask any further questions, but just nodded silently.

He knows the master's temper best.

As long as it is said by Yu Sheng Mo, don't ask why

The master and his apprentice walked out of the inn. At this time, dark clouds slowly moved from north to south, covering half of the sky.

The sky suddenly darkened, and after a loud thunder, a strong wind blew.

The wind made the flags of the inns and taverns rustle. Yu Shengmo walked in front of his apprentice, holding up the black dragon umbrella and standing firm.

Ye Dingzhi raised his hands to cover his eyes and followed his master's footsteps.

"Disciple, there is another annoying guy blocking the way ahead."

The Yushengmo who was walking in front suddenly spoke

A burly man holding a broadsword and wearing a straw hat, with a muscular body, stood 50 steps in front of the master and his apprentice.

Ye Dingzhi flashed in front of Yu Shengmo and looked up:

"He's a swordsman"

The master and the disciple walked without stopping. In a few breaths, they came to a position ten steps in front of the swordsman and stopped.

The man holding the knife said in a loud voice:

"Yushengmo, I've been waiting for you for a long time!"

Yu Sheng Mo sneered:

"Swordsman Lingyun, what are you waiting for me for?"

Ling Yun laughed wildly:

"I heard that you were defeated by Sword Fairy Yan Lingxia and your realm dropped drastically! I came here to learn a few moves!"

Ye Dingzhi snorted coldly:

"Taking advantage of someone's misfortune, what kind of skill is that!"

Ling Yun raised his eyes and took a look:

"Brother, you are so arrogant. Who are you to stand up for Yu Sheng Mo?!"

Yu Shengmo's voice was cold:

"You're talking too much. He is my disciple, Yu Shengmo!"

Just as Ye Dingzhi was about to draw his sword, raindrops as big as beans began to fall from the sky!

Before he could see clearly the movements of his master Yu Shengmo, the raindrops falling around Yu Shengmo turned into a water dragon and attacked the swordsman Lingyun!

"Oh!"

Swordsman Ling Yun's eyes were bloodshot, a large piece of flesh was missing from his chest, and he fell backwards with an unwilling expression on his face.

The master and his disciple stepped over the swordsman's body and walked straight to the edge of the sea in the rain.

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Chapter 148 The person blocking the road, Bai Xiao Hall Master

"Ah (O_o)? I didn't expect that she is actually my... aunt!!!"

Wen Yanzhao's eyes widened, and he could hardly believe what his grandfather said.

Wen Lin showed a look of regret on his face:

"Don't say you don't believe it. Even I, your grandfather, couldn't believe it when I heard your uncle say this."

"They should have become a good story, but because of the sect rules and prejudices, they created an unlucky relationship."

After hearing the shocking news about his uncle warming the pot of wine, Wen Yanzhao was also filled with emotion.

"It seems that everyone in the Shaobai world is in love, but no couple has a happy ending..."

'Even someone as strong as Li Changsheng still gave up the Dachun Divine Art that no one in the world could obtain for the sake of his beloved!'

"Alas... I, Wen Yanzhao, should just practice diligently and avoid touching women for the time being!"

"Even if I'm looking for a wife, I want someone from a clean family with no connections..."

"Zhao'er, what are you thinking about?"

Seeing Wen Yanzhao's dream, Wen Lin couldn't help but whispered:

"Ah... I didn't think about anything..."

Wen Yanzhao shook his head and replied