Young white horse drunk in spring breeze

Chapter 33 Sword Trial Conference
Baili Dongjun has never seen such a scene. When he saw the whole street of Jianghu masters, he just smiled a little bored. Masters, he has seen too many since he was a child, but today, this The whole mountain of swords really shocked him.

"It's... so... spectacular!" Baili Dongjun said with emotion.

The warm pot of wine was not surprised, and smiled: "These swords are mostly left by swordsmen who came to worship the mountain. 60 years ago, there was also a sword fairy named Wei Changshu in Mingjian Villa. , there are often swordsmen coming to fight, Wei Changshu is different from other swordsmen who hide their swords, but responds to those who come. If you lose, you have to keep the sword, until Wei Changshu died in the cold and warm swords of the Kunlun swordsman. Now, in more than ten years, the sword of the challenger has been inserted into the small half of the mountain. In order to commemorate this peerless sword fairy, swordsmen of later generations often rushed thousands of miles just to plant a sword on this mountain. You can Treat this mountain as a grave, and this sword as a stick of incense."

"Interesting and interesting, but who is the Kunlun Sword Immortal?" Baili Dongjun asked one after another, but the warm pot of wine didn't bother him, he just shook his head: "The story is a long story. It’s one thing after another, one person connected to another person, if you really want to talk about it, for three days and three nights, you can only talk about the corner of the Jianghu. If you want to see the Jianghu, don’t rush to know it all at once. There are too many legends..."

"Look at that man, 'poison you' is written on his robe! That's Wen's warm pot of wine!"

"Is that the mug of wine that poisoned a city by itself?"

"It is said that he is the next head of the Wen family."

"Why did he also come to Mingjian Villa?"

"You don't even know this, he was a famous 'poison swordsman' a few years ago."

The warm pot of wine vibrated his clothes and smiled with satisfaction: "For example, I am also one of the legends."

"Then why didn't you catch a Poison Immortal?"

"It's too ugly. Those gentlemen who talk about Xiaobaishu in the Jianghu love to use a sentence: My life is up to me. I will kill the Bodhisattva first and then the immortal. Bodhisattvas and immortals are both powerful symbols. People in the Jianghu call me I am a Poison Bodhisattva. Because I walk the world with poison, but I also have the heart of a Bodhisattva." Warm Pot of Wine turned around, and greeted those comrades who talked about him kindly, "Everyone, it's a pleasure to meet you."

In the blink of an eye, it ran away.

Being greeted by the most powerful poison master of the Wen family's generation, who wouldn't run faster?
"Hahahahahaha." Baili Dongjun laughed wildly, ignoring the warm pot of wine, and walked up the mountain by himself.

"See if I don't lay a bloody paw on you!" The warm pot of wine followed angrily.

The two were walking on the mountain road, but there were also people walking on the side of the mountain. Step by step, they stepped on the long sword inserted in the mountain and jumped towards the top of the mountain.Some people walked a few steps forward, stuck the sword in their hands into the soil, and knelt down to bow down. Looking at the torn clothes, this road up the mountain seemed to have been walked for several days, and there were still people who jumped from the side of the road. Then, he put the swords in his hands on the mountain. Some swords are extremely sharp and extraordinary.The two walked like this, watching and drinking the good wine bought from the mountain.

"The wine under the sword mountain is not bad." Baili Dongjun shook the empty wine jug in his hand. Fortunately, there were still two wine warming jugs hanging on his waist.

"There's still Jianjian wine on the mountain, enough for you to drink." The warm pot of wine hiccupped.

Sword Mountain is not considered high, the two of them walked leisurely for half an hour, and they arrived at the famous sword villa on the top of the mountain. The plaque of the villa is also very interesting. sword.Before Baili Dongjun could ask a question, Warm Pot Wine took the lead in explaining: "These are two swords left by the old sword fairy, one is called Candle Dragon, and the other is called Fire Phoenix, which were also listed in the top ten famous swords back then. .”

"Why not pass it on to future generations?"

"It's broken." The warm pot of wine said lightly.

Baili Dongjun frowned: "It must have been interrupted when I lost. But then...why did Mingjian Villa put them in such a prominent position?"

"Losing is not necessarily an embarrassing thing. The old sword fairy was already eighty at that time, and the Kunlun sword fairy was just over [-], which was at its peak. Although the old sword fairy lost, his bearing and mind were second to none in the world. He He is the one who really understands swords and rivers and lakes." The warm pot of wine bowed respectfully and bowed.

Baili Dongjun also immediately bowed in awe.

The two walked into the villa, and found that the huge courtyard was already full of wine tables. The swordsmen coming and going held wine glasses and chatted with each other. It is empty, but Baili Dongjun understands that there will be a good sword in it in a while, for the swordsmen to enjoy or get.

"Mr. Wen." A sword servant stepped forward and called softly.

The warm pot of wine and Baili Dongjun turned around, and the sword waiter waved his left hand: "Mr. Wen, please sit down."

"Let's go." The warm pot of wine shrugged, "After all, it is a legend in the world. From the bottom of the mountain to the top of the mountain, the upper seat is ready."

The two followed the sword waiter and walked forward, the sword waiter waved lightly: "These six tables are the seats, you two sit here."

Six tables were seated, five tables were already full, and they were all big tables, but only the sixth table was a big table of the same size, and there was a famous sign written on the table: Wenjia, Warming Pot of Wine.

However, no one...

"No one else?" asked the warm pot of wine.

The other five tables were crowded and felt like they were about to bump into each other, but no one looked at the sixth table.

"Don't worry, both of you, the drinks and meals will be served according to the table specifications, please enjoy yourself." The sword waiter said respectfully.

The warm pot of wine was taken aback: "I'm scary?"

"Mr. Wen is not scary, Mr. Wen's poison is a bit scary." The sword servant said with a smile.

"Sit down, sit down, I'm used to this journey, uncle, let's go here. This little brother, do you have enough wine?" Baili Dongjun asked.

"Each table has nine altars of sword wine, you can take whatever you want, if it's not enough, just call me." The sword waiter replied.

"Sword wine, what is sword wine? Wine brewed with swords?" Baili Dongjun asked curiously.

"Sword wine, the entrance is sharp and extremely sharp, just like a sword, so it is called sword wine. The taste is not inferior to the ones you make, but the taste is much more fierce. Don't drink too much, you will get drunk. "The warm pot of wine sat down and poured himself a glass.

"Drink slowly, both of you, if you have something to call the little one." The sword waiter clasped his fists and said.

"How long is the sword trial meeting?" Baili Dongjun asked.

"The sword test meeting has already begun." The sword attendant smiled.

The warm pot of wine looked up and down the sword attendant: "Interesting, which rank of swordsmith are you?"

(End of this chapter)