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

Lei Mengsha also stood up and walked around the pavilion and began to mutter:

"I'm a talkative person. From now on, I will go to Master every day and tell him that it's great that Liu Yue is the chief examiner. Please let him be the chief examiner every year~"

"Master is tired. From now on, you, Liu Yue, will be the chief examiner every year!"

Liu Yue was sweating profusely after hearing this. He didn't like to see outsiders, so he was reluctant to accept the job of the examiner.

If Lei Meng really succeeds in killing me, I'm really worried.

Liu Yue put away the folding fan in her hand and threw a plain fan under the chessboard to the man in white standing next to her.

"Snapped!"

The man in white took the fan and slowly opened it...

"Besides civil and military affairs?"

……

At night, Baili Dongjun, with only a sword, came alone to the dilapidated Ye Mansion in the southeast of Tianqi City.

In the past few days, he has done nothing except practicing the breathing and exhalation internal energy taught to him by Professor Lei Mengsha.

I always miss Ye Dingzhi who left in the secret land of Taoyuan of Master Ruxian after the battle outside Qiandong City.

Wandering alone in the dilapidated and overgrown Ye Mansion, Baili Dongjun felt melancholy.

Looking around, the whole courtyard was deserted. The scene of playing and fighting in the garden with Ye Yun and Yi Wenjun when I was young was still vivid in my mind.

"Brother Yun, I don't know where you are now. When can we meet again?"

Baili Dongjun muttered to himself, walked to the bluestone where he had climbed up to pretend to be the White Feather Sword Immortal, and reached out his hand to touch the moss...

Suddenly, there was a sound of wind behind me.

"Who?!"

Baili Dongjun turned around and saw a thin man wearing a Prajna mask on his face approaching. He was holding a copper stick about a foot long and walked slowly towards him.

"Who are you?" Baili Dongjun asked in surprise

The masked man walked up to Baili Dongjun and said softly:

"The Thunder Gate internal skills you practiced in the academy today are useless. Even if you practice for another ten years, you won't be able to draw out the internal strength that your master, the Confucian Immortal, has carefully cultivated for you!"

"How do you know my master is a Confucian immortal?"

Baili Dongjun suddenly drew out the Unsullied Dust Sword in his hand and looked at the person in front of him warily.

"Don't be so panic, let me see how capable the disciple of the Confucian Immortal is!"

The masked man approached step by step, getting closer and closer to the sword of the undead.

Seeing that he was coming aggressively, Baili Dongjun said nothing and used his Qinggong to perform the sound of a swallow chirping under his feet. He leaped up and stabbed the masked man with a sword.

The masked man didn't dodge at all. He just stretched out two fingers and clamped the blade of the Bu Ran Chen sword tightly!

Baili Dongjun tried to pull back Bu Ranchen, but no matter how hard he tried, Bu Ranchen didn't move at all!

The masked man smiled contemptuously, exerted a little force with his hand, and Baili Dongjun flew out with his sword.

Fortunately, Baili Dongjun was very skilled in light footwork, and he flipped back and forth in the air several times and landed steadily on the ground.

The masked man shook his head, his tone full of disappointment:

"What a shame! I have extraordinary sword skills and strong internal energy, but I can't use them at all!"

"Before I came here, I heard about your deeds. It was said that you broke through Wushuang City with one sword, and Song Yanhui was born with a sword embryo, and inherited the sword song of Xichu from the Confucian Immortal..."

"I didn't expect you to be so unbearable. Baili Dongjun, you really don't deserve the painstaking teachings of the Confucian Immortal!"

Baili Dongjun heard him mention his master repeatedly and felt puzzled:

"Who on earth are you to know so much?"

The masked man folded his hands across his chest:

"I know a lot more, I will tell you later!"

"Your master has been cultivating you with medicinal wine. He has restricted your internal strength. He is afraid that if the time is not right, you will be discovered and cause you trouble!"

"But when you can't control yourself, like when you're drunk!"

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When Baili Dongjun heard him say this, he recalled the trick he used when he was drunk at the training ground of Boyue Mountain in Qiandong City.

Seeing that Baili Dongjun seemed to have understood what he said, the masked man asked:

"I once had a chance encounter with the Confucian Immortal, and now it's time to return the favor! Do you want to know how to draw out the inner strength in your body?"

Baili Dongjun was overjoyed when he heard this:

"Do you have any idea?"

The masked man spat out two words: "Internal Power!"

Baili Dongjun instantly wilted:

"Isn't that the same method that Lei Lao Er taught me? It's useless! I might as well go find my cousin. He once taught me the Zongheng Sword Technique, but I forgot it completely later!"

The masked man shook his head:

"No, your cousin Wen Yanzhao uses poison to practice martial arts. Leimen's stupid internal martial arts method requires too much accumulation of time!"

"My method is the best and the only effective one!"

Baili Dongjun thought for a moment and asked:

"So I don't have a choice?"

The masked man smiled and played with the copper stick in his hand:

"That's right, but let me make it clear in advance, I won't teach you the internal skills in vain!"

"I heard that you make good wine. I can teach you kung fu, but you have to buy me a drink!"

Baili Dongjun smiled proudly:

"Haha, it seems my wine has become famous all over the world. No problem, it's a deal!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the masked man nodded, said "Follow me!", and flew away.

Baili Dongjun also stepped on Feiyan and followed closely behind him.

……

After the two left, the katydids in the grass kept chirping, and the crescent moon in the sky was half covered by a cloud.

Half an hour later, a young man in green clothes, holding an ancient-style long sword, landed from the roof.

He looked a little strange, with a stiff expression on his face, except for his eyes and eyebrows that were as sharp as a knife.

When I saw the Zhenwu sword with Tai Chi engraved on the throat in his hand, I realized that this person was Ye Dingzhi who had left the Taoyuan Secret Realm at that time.

"Don't blame me, Dongjun. Unfortunately, I can't meet you now! There are many people around you, and I have been targeted by the Beili court..."

It turned out that since Ye Dingzhi returned to Nanjue and met his master Yu Shengmo, he found a famous local ghost doctor and ordered a human skin mask for himself.

He returned to Tianqi to avenge the Ye family, and in order to hide his whereabouts, he had to resort to this desperate measure.

Facing his childhood home, Ye Dingzhi was heartbroken. He was slandered by the traitors of the court and the whole family was executed.

"Father, Mother, Yun'er is back!"

"Back then you asked me to be a general, but I just wanted to be a swordsman. Now Yun'er has accomplished half of it!"

Ye Dingzhi sat on a moss-covered stone bench, tears in his eyes, muttering to himself at the empty Ye Mansion.

"Yun'er met a very good master in the martial arts world. He taught me some excellent martial arts!"

"I met Dongjun again in Jianlin, and found him to be a good cousin. This sword was given to me by him!"

"I didn't bring any gifts for you two this time, so I'll just do some sword dancing!"

After saying that, Ye Dingzhi turned over and jumped high into the air, with the Zhenwu sword in his hand unsheathed!

Under the moon on Mount Emei, sword energy was everywhere in the Ye Mansion where the ground was covered with weeds and fallen leaves. Ye Dingzhi's body was dancing, and the sword blade left sword marks on the ancient bluestone trees!

After finishing his move, Ye Dingzhi half-knelt on the ground, holding a long sword with a fierce look in his eyes:

"Dad, Mom! Wait for me to clear your name and avenge you!"

……

A few streets away, in front of Fengyi Inn

A young girl dressed in purple and looking heroic got off her horse. She took off the package on the saddle and walked into the door of the inn with some dust from the journey.

"Waiter, please come up to my room and prepare some wine and food for me!"

The girl has bright eyes and slightly high brow bones, but this adds a bit of heroic spirit to her face!

Seeing the girl so beautiful, the waiter was a little dazed for a moment. The girl said coquettishly:

"Why are you staring at me? I'll give you your money!"

The waiter's neck suddenly felt cold. He didn't see what the girl did with her hands, but a golden ingot was embedded in the collar of the waiter's neck.

"Hey, Jinzi! Sir, please come in. There's a room for the ladies on the second floor!"

After shouting at the top of his lungs, he bowed and led the girl upstairs.

The girl gave the waiter a look of disdain, then asked:

"Do you know how far this place is from Qianjin Terrace?"

The waiter walked and answered:

"Hey, girl, Qianjintai is a place where people make a lot of money every day and live a life of luxury! I never thought that a girl like you would gamble!"

The girl scoffed at Xiaoer's words:

"Oh! Who told you that girls can't gamble? Just answer the question I asked you!"

Seeing her extraordinary momentum, the waiter swallowed his saliva and said:

"Go out from this street and walk east to the center of the street. You will see a tall building shining with golden light. That is the Qianjin Terrace!"