Young White Horse: The Drunken Swordsman shocked Little Dongjun at the beginning

Xin Baicao watched Jun Lintian's performance quietly, and the smile in her eyes was also meaningful.

Just like that,

Xin Baicao treated Sikong Changfeng while explaining medical skills to him.

As for Jun Lintian, it was just as he said.

You can see Jun Lintian lying in many places in the valley, just looking at the sky.

Occasionally, Jun Lintian would run into the mountains and bring back some medicinal herbs.

That was the medicine book that Xin Baicao asked Jun Lintian to take from the bookshelf.

Jun Lintian collected herbs according to the description in the medicine book.

It was always correct.

Xin Baicao was very calm, but Sikong Changfeng was a little unconfident.

"Senior, are you mistaken? I think this kid is suitable to learn your medical skills. Why do you have to let me learn it?"

Sikong Changfeng was soaking in the medicine barrel, with mist rising. Under his exposed chest, there were knotted muscles, outlining a perfect arc.

Xin Baicao paced and spoke lightly while holding an old medical book that had been turned over.

"He has a better talent for martial arts..."

"...Don't worry, I won't be wrong, just learn honestly."

Although Sikong Changfeng complained a little, he listened very seriously when Xin Baicao started to talk.

Because no one had ever taught him so seriously.

Master Lin Jiu, he can only be considered half.

At that time, Lin Jiu was about to die, and he only taught eight guns intermittently.

Sikong Changfeng's eyes flashed, and he couldn't help muttering.

"It would be better if you could fight, and it would be best to use a gun..."

Xin Baicao listened, but was not angry, and smiled gently.

"If you master one method, you can master all methods."

"Medical skills become more and more difficult as time goes by, and the same is true for gun skills."

Day after day.

Sikong Changfeng became more and more vigorous, but Jun Lintian still looked lazy.

But even Xin Baicao, who didn't practice martial arts much, said that Jun Lintian's power was getting stronger day by day.

"Do you think there are people in this world who think that everything in the world is a sword?"

Sikong Changfeng, carrying a medicine basket, followed Xin Baicao and asked suddenly.

Xin Baicao didn't answer directly. She put her hands behind her back and looked at the mountains, rivers and plants from afar, and said proudly.

"If your teacher can go one step further, everything in the world can be medicine in my eyes."

Xin Baicao retracted her arrogant eyes and became an ordinary herbalist again, saying softly.

"Changfeng, there are some people in this world who can't be compared, but you just need to be yourself and only yourself, that's enough."

Xin Baicao could see that Sikong Changfeng was obsessed with spearmanship.

But in fact, Sikong Changfeng's talent was not bad, but he just wasted some time in the past.

Also, it depends on who you are comparing with.

Everything here is moving forward in an orderly manner.

Thousands of miles away, Qiandong City is a completely different scene.

Qiandong City is now in a storm, giving people a depressing feeling.

All kinds of people from all walks of life gathered here because of the "Western Chu Sword Song", waiting for an opportunity to move, each with their own thoughts.

In the Zhenxi Marquis's Mansion.

Baili Dongjun was put in solitary confinement and could only move around in the yard.

"Uncle, are you sure you told my father what the waiter said?"

Baili Dongjun drank the wine and said depressedly to Wenhujiu opposite.

Wenhujiu held the wine glass and carefully tasted the wine newly researched by his nephew.

After savoring it, he smiled slightly and said casually.

"What the two ignorant teenagers said, ordinary people would just think they don't know how high the sky is and how deep the earth is, how can they take it to heart."

Baili Dongjun frowned immediately and said with a look of heartache.

"Father will regret looking down on two young men with great prospects."

Wen Hujiu smiled faintly, his eyes flashing.

"Uncle thinks so too, so... Uncle looks forward to seeing your stubborn father regret it!"

"But..." Wen Hujiu suddenly said seriously.

"Don't even think about leaving, this matter won't change easily because of two young men."

"By the way, what is the name of your new wine?"

Faced with his uncle's sudden question, Baili Dongjun replied weakly.

"Epiphyllum!"

"Epiphyllum that blooms only briefly!"

Wen Hujiu whispered several times and sighed, "What a good name!"

"Good things are usually short-lived."

Yaowang Valley.

Xin Baicao gave Sikong Changfeng the last acupuncture, with some reluctance in his eyes.

"Really don't plan to stay a little longer?"

Sikong Changfeng put on his clothes and tied up his messy hair with a straw rope.

"Young man, you should travel around. I can't waste my youth."

"Youth is bullshit~" Xin Baicao laughed and scolded.

But he didn't say anything more, just reached out and took the package that had been prepared for Sikong Changfeng."There are a few medical books that I have annotated. Take a look at them in your spare time."

"I may not have time. I still need to practice spear."

"Practicing spear will always make you tired. Take this time to read it. There are many ways to relieve physical fatigue. You can use them."

Xin Baicao smiled brightly.

Sikong Changfeng was stunned when he saw this, and took it silently.

He felt a little warm in his heart.

He put the package on his back first, and then put the spear on his back.

"Master~"

Sikong Changfeng was silent for a moment, and called softly.

It was also the first time in these days.

Xin Baicao smiled with relief, and her eyebrows curved.

"Actually, you're right. When you're young, you should go out more, meet some people, and see some things."

"My master was the same when I was young!"

"If you encounter trouble in the martial arts world, you can report my name. They should always give me some face. My Medicine King Valley lineage cannot be bullied."

Xin Baicao said a lot of things, full of exhortations.

Sikong Changfeng raised his head, looked at the sky, and shouted again.

"Master!"

"I'm leaving~"

After saying that, Sikong Changfeng turned around and walked out of the valley with big strides.

Xin Baicao said "Hey" softly, and watched Sikong Changfeng's figure disappear quietly.

Outside the valley.

Jun Lintian was carrying a small package, which contained some pills and some special teas looted from Xin Baicao.

"What? Are you so moved that you want to cry?"

Jun Lintian smiled mischievously.

Sikong Changfeng quickly turned around to wipe the moisture from the corners of his eyes, turned his head and snorted.

"Your eyes are blurry, I am a man of seven feet, and I never shed tears easily."

"It's just a deal. He helps me with my treatment, and I learn medical skills from him. What's the mess?"

Jun Lintian laughed teasingly, and did not expose the other party. He looked at the package on his back.

"Your package is so bulging, there must be a lot of good things besides medical books."

"Since you don't like it, come... I'll help you share it."

Jun Lintian pretended to grab it, but Sikong Changfeng twisted his figure, flexibly dodged, and cursed.

"Get lost~"

"You are not satisfied with eating and taking..."

The two of them were playing and rushing.

Two hours later.

At the entrance of a town,

Two young men sat high on their horses, looking into the distance, full of vitality.

"Where are we going?"

The young man with a spear on his back asked.

"Let's go to Qiandong City!"

The young man with a wine gourd on his waist laughed, and his voice echoed in the wind.

The horses galloped, flying freely.