Young man on white horse, I am in the human world, who dares to call himself an immortal?

Apocalypse City, Shadow Sect.

This sect has been passed down for more than a hundred years.

But it is a sect that works for the Beili court, with one foot in the rivers and lakes and the other foot in the court.

Such an identity destined them to live in the dark.

"Master, who could have injured you so badly with one knife?"

A tall and thin man stood in front of the hall, with a narrow sword on his waist. He had a delicate face and was very young, probably about the same age as Wen Jiutian.

This man was the chief disciple of the Shadow Sect's leader, Luo Qingyang.

He looked at his master who had been lying on the bed for a month.

His master was Yi Bu, the current leader of the Shadow Sect, who had a beard and a pale face, and was obviously seriously injured.

"The injury is not a big deal, but I don't know when I was poisoned." Yi Bu, who was lying on the bed, coughed lightly.

"There are many sects in the world that use poison, but there are probably not many that can use poison so well."

"Master, do you suspect it's the Wen family or the Tang family?" Luo Qingyang frowned.

"It shouldn't be the Wen family." Yi Bu frowned, "The only person in the Wen family who can hurt me is Wen Hujiu, and he doesn't even use a sword, let alone a knife. And the way that person uses poison is like the Tang Sect!"

"Then Master, do you mean the Tang Sect?" Luo Qingyang asked.

Yi Bu waved his hand: "No matter who it is, this poison has drained at least 60% of my internal strength. After all, that day, I joined forces with more than a dozen masters, but I couldn't get the upper hand. I'm afraid he will come back for revenge."

"Since I violated the sect's ancestral precepts and intervened in the court affairs, the emperor has suppressed us openly and secretly, especially the battle of Beique, where all the masters in our sect were gone and it was difficult to continue." Yi Bu sighed.

"Master, what should we do now? I have asked people to visit famous doctors but have not found a doctor who can dissolve this poison!" Luo Qingyang frowned.

"A lot of them have come recently, most of them are quacks. Forget about the Tang Sect. The only ones who can compete with the Tang Sect without any fear are the Lei Family and the Wen Family." Yi Bu said calmly.

"Master, didn't you know a master of the Wen Family with strange palm techniques in Xichu? Why not let him help?" Luo Qingyang said.

"Hehe, the Wen Family has always been low-key. That person is taciturn. I'm afraid he has forgotten me a long time ago." Yi Bu coughed lightly and lay back down.

"Where did Wenjun go? I rarely see her recently."

"King Jingyu came to visit a few days ago, and now my junior sister..." Luo Qingyang hesitated.

"She doesn't want to get married?" Yi Bu said in a deep voice: "It's not up to her. Our Yi family has served the Xiao royal family for generations."

"But, the marriage between the Ying Sect and the royal family is unprecedented!" Luo Qingyang replied.

"Do you think I want to step into this court battle?" Yi Bu laughed bitterly, "Oh, there is no turning back! Unless... Hey, forget it. You go and persuade her."

Luo Qingyang gritted his teeth and wanted to say something else, but swallowed it hard and left without saying a word.

The backyard of the Ying Sect.

A woman wearing a white long dress, with a skin as white as snow, sat on the stone bench in the pavilion. She clenched her jade hands tightly, as if she was anxiously waiting for something.

"Junior sister." Luo Qingyang ran out through the meeting hall.

"Brother." The woman stood up and smiled, "Brother, what did my father say?"

Luo Qingyang held his breath for a long time before saying, "He doesn't agree."

The woman frowned, "What should I do? Should I run away? But where should I run to?"

The woman sighed, looked at Luo Qingyang and said, "Brother, go away, I want to be quiet."

When she spoke, she was very calm, but she was anxious inside.

She didn't want to marry a man she didn't love, even if the other party was a prince.

She liked a clean, bright, free and easy and literary young man, and didn't like the fighting in the court...

Two days later.

Less than a hundred miles away from Tianqi City.

Three people from the Wen family.

Wen Zhuliu took some fodder to feed the horses.

And Wen Hujiu and Wen Jiutian, the uncle and nephew, lay on the ox cart.

One of them held a piece of cat grass in his mouth and looked at the sky.

He looked like a cynical person.

"Xiao Jiu, you said you entered the realm of the Mysterious Wandering God. I thought about it and it's not impossible. Did you use some kind of skill?" Wen Hujiu suddenly asked.

"That's a sword technique called Breaking the Sky with One Sword." Wen Jiutian replied.

"Can Second Uncle learn it?" Wen Hujiu came forward.

"The starting point of this sword technique is too high, and I haven't learned it all, but..." Wen Jiutian replied.

"But what?" Wen Hujiu asked.

"I have a body technique. Lei Mengsha studied it for a whole night and only learned the first level."

WenJiutian said, looking at Wen Zhuliu, "Uncle Zhuliu, come here too. This is a way to save your life. Even if you can't win, you can still escape."

As he said, Wen Jiutian grabbed the two uncles.

In a flash, they appeared on a hillside. Wen Jiutian proudly pointed at the three horses and a bullock cart in the distance: "Look, isn't it fast?"

Wen Zhuliu was shocked, "It is recorded in the Wen family ancestral hall that the soul can leave the body when traveling in the mysterious realm, and the soul can travel thousands of miles, fly into the sky and hide in the ground, so this should be considered a magical power."

"I used to have a similar light skill in the Hehuan Sect outside the domain, but it was never passed on to others, and it was difficult to learn." Wen Hujiu sighed.

"Well, today I will teach you the formula, learn as much as you can." Wen Jiutian passed this body skill to the two uncles.

In a flash, the three of them returned to the carriage again.

Flutter.

"Could it be a letter from the old man?" Suddenly a carrier pigeon flew over.

Wen Hujiu grabbed the pigeon and opened the letter, "Hey, Wen Zhuliu, this is for you."

After reading the letter, Wen Zhuliu smiled and said, "Master, aren't you going to Yingzong to find trouble with Yi Bu? Now you have a chance."

"Oh?" Wen Jiutian frowned, "You don't want us Wen family to detoxify him?"

Wen Zhuliu nodded.

Wen Jiutian and Wen Hujiu smiled at each other.

"That's it, second uncle, I'll go to Tianqi first, and I'll wait for you in Diaolou Xiaozhu in three days."

"No, let's go to Baihualou." Wen Hujiu took a sip of wine and stretched out his hand again, "Give me some silver."

"You don't have it?" Wen Jiutian asked.

"What the hell, I didn't get the art of medicine man, and the old man cut off my pocket money." Wen Hujiu pouted.

"I remember Liuli gave it to you?"

"Bullshit, she is now the mistress of our Wen family, she listens to the old man, the old man loves her, and she is in charge of almost all of the Southwest Road."

"Hey, second uncle, you are so miserable!" Wen Jiutian smiled and casually took out a silver note of 10,000 taels.

The man with the wine pot frowned, "Dear nephew, this is not enough? Tianqi City is very expensive, and Baihua Tower is gone in two days of listening to music and drinking. And Wen Leng is also in Tianqi City recently, I will ask him to come with us."

"At most 100,000! If it's not enough, you can go to Lei Mengsha to ask for it." Wen Jiutian casually slapped it on the ox cart.

"How do we go now?"

"Aren't there three Ferghana horses? One for each person!"

"Why are you in such a hurry to go to Tianqi?"

"I'm going to fight Li Changsheng!"

After watching Wen Jiutian ride away, Wen Hujiu took a sip of wine and looked at Wen Zhuliu: "Wen Zhuliu, he is bragging, right?"

"Second Master, Mr. Li did fight with the young master."

"Who won and who lost?"