Young white horse drunk in spring breeze

Chapter 31
For the Wen family, Wenhu wine is a different kind. It is different from the Lei family in Jiangnan and the Tangmen in the middle of Sichuan. He rarely walks in the rivers and lakes, and when Wen Hujiu was 19 years old, he was more famous than the head of the Wen family at that time.

Because he made a bet with others and was used by others to poison the entire city.

Fortunately, Xin Baicao, a disciple of the King of Medicine at that time, passed by that city and joined hands with Wen Hujiu to rescue the entire city.

"Although our Wen family is a Jianghu sect, we have our own rules and don't get involved in Jianghu affairs easily, do you understand?" the head of the Wen family said to him at that time.

The warm pot of wine replied: "The Wen family is the Wen family, and I am me. Why can't I have my own rules?"

In the end, the old Patriarch let him go, there was no other way, because Wen Kejiu was recognized by the elders as the most powerful poison master in the past 300 years.

Four words, you can't accept it.

As for the Baili clan, Baili Dongjun is also an outlier. He was born in a military family, but he hates the art of soldiers and horses, the formation of troops, and even reading and writing. Not good at martial arts, but I like to make wine.As for the brewed wine... I've drank the warm pot wine, it's really top-notch, except for Tianqi City, there are really few places where the wine is better than his.

So this uncle appreciates this nephew very much, but appreciation is appreciation, and the real callers have to be his parents.

However, when Baili Dongjun said that he wanted to walk the real rivers and lakes, Warm Pot Wine was still moved.

After all, he also has the blood of the Wen family. The road to Chaotang is really too dangerous. What if he really took the road of Jianghu?
The two bought two more horses and walked out of Chaisang City leisurely.

"Little Baili, did your mother teach you any martial arts?" Wen Kejiu asked.

"My mother said she hasn't practiced martial arts since she got married." Baili Dongjun replied, "But I hired a master to teach me boxing."

"What master?"

"What bastard is it called? The name is interesting." Baili Dongjun laughed.

"One punch to fix the mountain king Batian?" The warm pot of wine was taken aback.

"Yes, yes, yes, yes." Baili Dongjun nodded repeatedly.

"That's an extraordinary person. In the past, the Tianshan School was besieged by the Luoxia School, and everyone in the school was seriously injured and retreated to the back mountain. Wang Batian, who quit the teacher's school in the early years, drove back. He stood at the foot of the mountain with one fist and punched Luoxia. Pai beat him back. He is a remarkable person, and everyone in the Jianghu would give him a thumbs up when he heard it." Warm Pot Wine said with emotion, "So how did you learn?"

Baili Dongjun jumped off his horse and punched five times on the ground.

The warm pot of wine was stunned: "This is the world-renowned Baquan? No... gone?"

"How can it be, the master beat him once, and I slipped away while he was drinking his saliva. The next day, he beat him again, and I invited him to drink a glass of wine. He said that he had never had such a good drink in his life. Wine, I said that as long as you don't punch, you can drink every day. On the third day, he was driven away by my mother." Baili Dongjun scratched his head, "But I still remember the five punches, it's not easy."

"Is there anything else?" Warm Kettle asked.

"Yes, yes." Baili Dongjun waved his hands, "Later, it was a hot day and he wore a big mink beard. He looked sloppy, but the knife was very beautiful, shining like snow."

"It's Bei Dao Luo Sancheng. He's even more famous than Wang Batian." Wen Hujiu sighed, "Your mother is really willing to spend money. So you know some sword skills?"

"It's no problem to kill a chicken!" Baili Dongjun smiled, "Then Luo Sancheng is an alcoholic, he drank all my wine, but it was very strange, and finally ran out scratching his itch and crawling. It’s gone to Dongcheng, and I can’t even catch up.”

"Your mother gave him the bloody paws of the Wen family, it's really cruel." Wen Kejiu sighed, "What about the back?"

"My mother thought that men were not good enough and would be deceived by my wine, so she started looking for a female master. That female master is beautiful, much prettier than Miss Yan's family. I remember her name, Su Muqing! " Baili Dongjun said.

The warm pot of wine's eyes lit up, showing some ambiguous smiles: "Miss Su...that's very...beautiful."

"That's right, Sister Su taught me how to do kicks, but she doesn't like to be soft and hard. I practiced hard for three days. Fortunately, it's only three days." Baili Dongjun sighed.

"Why only three days?" The warm pot of wine was puzzled.

"Because my dad has been running into my yard for three whole days since that day! In the end, sister Su was also invited away by my mother." Baili Dongjun was helpless.

"Your father is still an old man..." The warm pot of wine sighed, "So what do you know?"

"Look at it!" Baili Dongjun suddenly took a step forward, leaped forward, took a step, his feet flicked in the air, jumped up again, followed by another flick, and jumped a long way , he landed slowly, patted his clothes, "How?"

The warm pot of wine was speechless: "Is this your father's Sanfeiyan?"

"Yes, otherwise, how do you think I escaped my grandfather's personal guards!" Baili Dongjun said sincerely.

The warm pot of wine turned the horse's head: "Take that road, and it will be faster to go back to Gandong City."

"Don't, uncle. I was young and ignorant back then, and now I want to change my mind. Tell me, who do you admire most in this Jianghu?" Baili Dongjun turned his horse's head back.

"The one I admire the most is naturally Mr. Li." The warm pot of wine smiled.

"That Mr. Li?" Baili Dongjun was puzzled.

"Naturally, Mr. Li, who is flying with a sword." The warm pot of wine looked into the distance, his eyes full of longing, "I was lucky enough to see that sword that really came from Tianqi City in Tianqi City, Nan Jue Five Famous swordsmen confronted Mr. Li. They were thinking of fighting with wheels, but Mr. Li cut off the swords in their hands with one sword. It was winter, but Mr. Li's sword was extremely warm. Where the long sword passed, the ice and snow melted. From that day on, Nanjue people never dared to speak swords in front of Beili. The first place in the martial arts list that year was naturally Mr. Li's, but Mr. Li took the martial arts The list is torn up, how can the secular list be used to judge the exiled immortal?"

"So chic? No wonder they all said that Beili practiced swordsmanship and Nanjue practiced swords. So that's how they came about." Baili Dongjun murmured.

"That's right, as a native of Beili, how can you not practice swords?" Warm Pot Jiu said with a smile, "When I was young, I would carry a sword with me when I wandered around the rivers and lakes."

"But didn't you use poison?"

"I put poison on the sword."

"........."

(End of this chapter)