Young white horse drunk in spring breeze

Chapter 30
The next morning.

Sikong Changfeng finally woke up. He felt an indescribable sense of comfort all over his body, but when he stood up, he found that he was a little dizzy. When he took a closer look, he realized that he was put into a wine jar.

"What... what's going on?" Sikong Changfeng was shocked.

"Are you awake? Come to have breakfast?" A voice called him, Sikong Changfeng turned his head, and saw Baili Dongjun sitting nearby, eating porridge with steamed buns.Sikong Changfeng came out from the wine jar, and rubbed his temples vigorously: "What's going on here?"

"Yesterday you fainted, and your uncle rescued you." Baili Dongjun smiled, "You are lucky to have met your uncle. Do you know what your uncle's hobby is?"

"What is it?" Sikong Changfeng sat down dazedly, and took the buns handed over by Baili Dongjun.

"One of his hobbies is written on his clothes, which is to poison you to death. Another hobby, which is not written on his clothes, is to save you. When he was young, his uncle traveled all over the world, and his favorite thing was to poison people to death with poison, and then to fight poison with poison." , brought you back to life, so some people call him Poison Bodhisattva. Oh, why is this little thing still there?" Baili Dongjun was taken aback.

Sikong Changfeng followed Baili Dongjun's gaze, and was startled, only to see a small snake in blue crawling out from his collar, spitting snake letters faintly.

"Add another meal." Baili Dongjun caught the little snake with his chopsticks.

"Don't die!" There was a low shout, and the warm pot of wine pushed open the door and walked in. With a stretch of his hand, the chopsticks in Baili Dongjun's hand fell apart instantly, and the little snake in blue leaped into the sky and returned to Wenzhou. After that, the three-tailed scorpion, the pied toad, the two-headed centipede, and the red spider also crawled out of the wine jar and crawled into the sleeve of the warm pot of wine.

"Is it a little disgusting?" Baili Dongjun asked Sikong Changfeng.

Sikong Changfeng looked at the steamed bun in his hand, unable to eat for a while.

"It's these disgusting things that saved your life." The warm pot of wine sat down and picked up a pair of chopsticks, "Eat."

Baili Dongjun asked with a smile: "Uncle, after dinner, where shall we go?"

"Go back to Gandong City." The warm pot of wine didn't even blink.

"Now that the Gu family is safe, that street should be restored to its original state. Why don't you let me sell wine for a few more days?" Baili Dongjun was persuasive.

"Leave after dinner." The warm pot of wine emphasized again.

"Uncle, you were not like this before!" Baili Dongjun slapped the table and scolded.

The warm pot of wine slapped Baili Dongjun on the head: "Your mother said that I will not take you back this time, and that next time I will put a heartworm in the wine. Your mother did this when she was a child! You Don't hurt me!"

"You will lose your poison technique to your mother?" Baili Dongjun didn't believe it.

"But your mother can act like a baby." Wen Hujiu, a well-known brother of the Wen family, let out a long sigh.

"Then what about Xiaobai?" Baili Dongjun asked again.

"How did you bring it here?"

"Sleeping during the day and driving snakes at night, I came here all the time during the starry night."

"I've contacted the disciples of the Wen family nearby, and they will drive it back to Gandong City, don't worry."

Baili Dongjun curled his lips and looked at Sikong Changfeng.

"If he doesn't go with us, don't even think about taking him back to Gandong City." The warm pot of wine saw through his thoughts at a glance.

"Why? Changfeng, you're fine anyway, so what's the point of just coming to the East City for a few months?" Baili Dongjun asked confused.

"He was poisoned by me." The warm pot of wine took a sip of porridge.

Baili Dongjun and Sikong Changfeng were stunned at the same time: "What poison?"

"The five poisons are heartbreaking. I can't get rid of them." The warm pot of wine was still drinking the porridge calmly.

"Why?" The two were puzzled.

The warm pot of wine took out a map from his pocket, put it in front of Sikong Changfeng, then raised his head and took another sip of the porridge, then wiped his mouth: "Go to this place, there is a guy named Xin Baicao there. I believe that there is no person in the world who can't die from poison. He claims that the dead can be saved. We have been competing all these years. I used the five poisons to temporarily suppress your injury. You take this poison to him, he Naturally, I know that I let you go. He will try his best to save you to prove that he is stronger than me. Once the five poisons are cured, the old wounds on your body will surely recur. He must think that this is my second hand , and will do everything in my power to save you."

"The medicine king Xin Baicao?" Sikong Changfeng was taken aback.

Baili Dongjun frowned: "Can he be saved?"

"Who knows? Anyway, I can't cure it. I'm a poisoner, not a doctor." The warm pot of wine shrugged, "Let's go, you only have ten days."

"After ten days?"

"As soon as the tenth arrives, the five poisonous poisons will break your heart, and you will die within an hour. The intestines will rot first, which is very exciting." Well you can't see it yourself. Go!"

The three of them arrived at the gate of Chaisang City. Warming the pot of wine bought a horse for Sikong Changfeng and bought a pot of wine: "How do you feel? This time, we may really not return."

"Thank you, senior." Sikong Changfeng said seriously.

"Thank me? I don't know if I'm alive or dead?" The warm pot of wine smiled.

"I thought I would die on the road and no one would care about me, but it's a pity to see so many heroes these days. So what if I die. Drunk Spring Breeze!" Sikong Changfeng turned his horse's head, put the spear on his back, and hung the wine pot on his waist, "Baili Dongjun, I will not die, see you in Jianghu!"

"Really, don't die!" Baili Dongjun watched Sikong Changfeng leave with his whip, and shouted loudly.

Sikong Changfeng waved his hand, but did not speak.

"It's the kind of person who should die in the Jianghu." The warm pot of wine laughed.

Baili Dongjun bumped the warm pot of wine with his elbow: "Uncle, do you think I am also the kind of person who died in the rivers and lakes?"

"No." The warm pot of wine put away its smile.

"What kind of person is that?" Baili Dongjun asked.

"The person who was beaten to death by his parents!" The warm pot of wine patted Baili Dongjun's head with his hand.

Baili Dongjun scratched his head: "Uncle, I have a small request. I can go back to Gandong City with you, and I will practice martial arts and study hard in the future."

"But..." The warm pot of wine raised his eyebrows.

"Can uncle take me somewhere?" Baili Dongjun asked with a smile.

"Don't even think about Tianqi City, I will be beaten to death by your grandfather." Wen Hujiu sighed, and Baili Dongjun pestered himself to take him to Tianqi City to drink Qiulubai since he was a child, but Tianqi City is Baili's family. A place where your little son must never set foot.

"How about taking me around the rivers and lakes along the way without using Tianqi City?" Baili Dongjun said loudly.

The warm pot of wine was taken aback: "Are you still interested in this world?"

"I met the eighth son of Beili, I met Sikong Changfeng, I just saw a corner of this river and lake, anyway, it's on the way, uncle might as well take me on the real river and lake road!"

(End of this chapter)