Young White Horse: The Poison Sword Master of the Wen Family, Shocking the Apocalypse

Chapter 329 Ye Dingzhi is being targeted again (this chapter contains 2 chapters)



Chapter 329 Ye Dingzhi is being targeted again (this chapter contains 2 chapters)

evening.

There was a sound of shouting and killing in Sanqipu.

The red sun in the west was half hidden, with only a small part showing, making most of the sky blood red.

Under the setting sun, the war horses were galloping in all directions, one to the east and one to the west, and the cavalry were also killed by Ye Dingzhi.

Every time the Zhenwu Sword was swung, several cavalrymen fell off their horses. Blood and internal organs covered the threshing floor in a blood-red patch, and the air was filled with the stench of blood, which was nauseating.

Ye Dingzhi had an expressionless face as he flashed through the cavalry like a ghost. His sword blade slashed through the cavalry's body without drawing even a drop of blood.

Seeing that there were only two people left in a cavalry squad of a hundred men, one of the men with scarred eyes was almost scared to death by the killing god-like Ye Dingzhi.

Fortunately, he was still able to pull the reins, and while Ye Dingzhi was killing his companions, he turned his horse's head and fled south...

His companion who was forty or fifty steps away from him was not so lucky. That pale-skinned cavalryman had never seen such a tragic scene since he joined the army.

His helmet was covered with the remains of some unlucky fellow whose face was cut off by Ye Dingyi's sword. At this moment, half of his eyeball was pouring out of his sunken eye socket, and a red and white liquid was sticking to it and slowly sliding down the lines of the helmet.

The half of the eyeball that had lost its luster happened to meet his gaze at the edge of the helmet. This scene almost scared him out of his wits!

The cavalryman had obviously lost the strength to resist and lay stupidly on the horse's back.

Until Ye Dingzhi in red clothes appeared in his eyes again, and before he could see Ye Dingzhi's expression clearly, he was cut in half by a sword!

The half of the body lost its balance, and just before falling off the horse, the cavalryman asked in fear:

"Who...are you? Are you a human...or a ghost?!"

Ye Dingzhi's face was as cold as frost, and his voice was filled with hatred:

"I'm Ye Dingzhi, you should know it well! Ask me anything else in hell!"

As soon as he finished speaking, he swung his sword again, and the cavalryman's head flew high into the air, and blood shot up and splashed all over the horse.

A hundred riders come, one rider leaves.

Ye Dingzhi used his lightness skills to fly to a height of several dozen feet and finally saw the only cavalryman who had escaped.

Gazing into the distance, the man had already run seven or eight miles away, but the warhorse under him was still galloping with all four hooves flying.

"Oh, I missed one."

Ye Dingzhi muttered to himself somewhat unwillingly.

……

Before leaving, the escaping cavalryman heard the familiar name "Ye Dingzhi". He had no time to think about it. He almost used up all his strength just to escape.

He kept whipping the horse's butt with the whip in his hand, and the warhorse under his crotch was foaming at the mouth. After an hour, he finally saw the temporary military camp stationed in Sanqipu, seventy miles away.

The blood-stained cavalryman stumbled into the tent, knelt on the ground and breathed in the air heavily.

Geng Jiyuan was looking at the map intently when he heard the noise and looked up to see the cavalry rushing in.

Seeing him in such a state of disarray, Geng Jiyuan frowned and asked in a deep voice:

"what happened?!"

The cavalrymen kneeling on the ground did not dare to look up at him and timidly responded:

"General... General, they're all dead... All my brothers died in Sanqipu!"

"All dead? Where's Captain Zhuo? He's a master of the Vajra Mortal Realm, and he's dead too?"

"He's dead! He was the first to die. He didn't even see the person coming before his head was chopped off!"

Geng Jiyuan was shocked when he heard this and growled with his eyes wide open:

"Who did it?! Tell me!"

The cavalryman then slowly raised his head and uttered three words:

"Ye Dingzhi!"

Geng Jiyuan's mind went blank. Of course he was familiar with this name.

Compared to those cavalrymen who died inexplicably at the hands of Ye Dingzhi, he knew the meaning of this name.

The only son of the military god Ye Yu, the beloved disciple of Yu Shengmo, broke into Tianqi City alone and killed the Green King, and caused chaos in the Jingyu Palace and kidnapped the princess...

Ye Dingzhi could be called Beili's second most wanted criminal! (The first is naturally our Wen Yanzhao...)

Although Geng Jiyuan had been commanding troops under Lu Tingen of Yunzhou in recent years, he had heard about these things a long time ago.

Geng Jiyuan knew very well that this was not only a big trouble, but also a rare opportunity!

If he could capture Ye Dingzhi with his own hands and then escort him to Tianqi City to be presented to the current emperor, it would definitely be a great achievement!

Although I cannot become a duke or marquis, it should not be a problem for me to gain a life of wealth and honor, or to get a military rank of a third-rank general.

Geng Jiyuan frowned and thought for a while, then waved his hand:

"You should step back first..."

The cavalryman stood up tremblingly, turned around and was about to walk out of the tent, but was stopped by Geng Jiyuan.

"remember!"

"Don't tell anyone about this! Go to the chief clerk and get fifty taels of silver. You won't have to fight for a while, so go back home!"

The cavalryman was stunned at first, then he knelt down and kowtowed in joy:

"Thank you, General. Thank you, General!"

Geng Jiyuan walked up to him with a cold face, picked him up and whispered:

"Remember my words, don't mention the name 'Ye Dingzhi' to anyone, otherwise... think about your mother and wife!"

The cavalryman nodded profusely and left the camp with many thanks.

Seeing the cavalry walking away, Geng Jiyuan shouted outside the tent:

"Commander!"

After a while, a soldier with short eyebrows and round face came in and knelt down:

"General!"

Geng Jiyuan took the long sword from the rack and slung it around his waist. He then put on the copper helmet and instructed the messenger:

"Pass my general's order!"

"One thousand men from the Divine Horse Camp will set out first and rest five miles in front of Sanqipu!"

"The Old Guard Battalion dispatched two thousand infantrymen to follow up and encircle the perimeter of Sanqipu. Besiege without attacking!"

"Gather five hundred feathered guards, bring your large net cannons, arrows, and crossbows. I will personally lead them and march with the Old Guard Battalion!"

"Order the cook to prepare dinner immediately. After dinner, before midnight, the three armies will be ready to march out!"

"The rest of the troops in the battalions will remain here. Do not move without my order. Violators will be subject to military law!"

"Also... Lieutenant General Luo Qingchuan is stationed here and is fully responsible for the military affairs of the camp. Remember?!"

The messenger clasped his hands together:

"General, remember this!"

Geng Jiyuan was dressed in full armor. He stroked the long sword at his waist, glanced at the messenger and said:

"Repeat that to this General!"

The messenger straightened his body and spoke word by word:

"As ordered!"

"The general ordered the Divine Horse Battalion to march out with a thousand men, and to rest and await orders five miles before Sanqipu!"

"Order the Old Guard Battalion to dispatch two thousand infantrymen to follow up and encircle the perimeter of Sanqipu. Besiege without attacking!"

"Five hundred Winged Guards will be equipped with large net cannons, arrows and crossbows. The general will personally lead them to join the Old Guard Battalion!"

"Order the cook to prepare dinner immediately. After dinner, before midnight, the three armies will be ready to march out!"

"The rest of the troops in the battalions must remain here. Do not move without the general's orders. Violators will be subject to military law!"

"Deputy General Luo Qingchuan is stationed at the main camp and is fully responsible for the main camp's military affairs..."

Geng Jiyuan nodded: "Okay! Go and pass the message!"

……

Chapter 330: The Confucian Immortal's Prophecy - The Four Realms Are in Crisis, Only the Young Can Turn the Tide

Lingnan, Wen family.

While Geng Jiyuan's Yunzhou Army was being mobilized in full swing, Wen Yanzhao was also bidding farewell to his family and preparing to return to Qiandong to distribute the medicine men he had refined some time ago to various battlefields of the Pofeng Army.

The main hall of the Wen family was filled with members of the Wen clan. Wen Lin looked at his grandson who was about to leave with a look of reluctance in his eyes:

"Zhao'er, you must act according to your ability. Now, everyone in Beili sees my Wen family as a thorn in their side. Although you have subdued Su Xin, the area north of the Yangtze River is still under the control of Emperor Tai'an."

"If you're in danger, don't try to be brave! Be sure to protect yourself first, then make plans!"

"I'll have A Lie protect you in secret. If anything happens, he can send a pigeon message to Grandpa and your uncle, and we'll be able to come to your aid as soon as possible."

Wen Yanzhao nodded deeply. Even though he was almost invincible now, in the eyes of his grandfather Wen Lin, he would always be a child who would never grow up.

Wen Lie has not yet broken through and is still at the Earth Realm. If he really encounters any danger, Wen Yanzhao will probably have to protect him.

Wen Yanzhao didn't say much. He certainly understood his grandfather's concern.

"Don't worry, Grandpa. Zhao'er is so elusive now. Even if he faces thousands of enemies on the battlefield, it will only cost him a little more energy!"

"You are over seventy years old, and Zhao'er is most worried about your health. Once the situation stabilizes, Zhao'er will no longer be born. You can rest assured and live out your days in our Wen family."

Wen Lin's eyes were kind, and his heart was filled with infinite relief and pride.

The eldest son, Wen Zhancha, died early, the youngest son, Wen Hu Jiu, was unruly, and the nephew, Wen Buping, was an honest man with no ambition.

Fortunately, one of the grandchildren finally produced a genius named Wen Yanzhao, and the Wen family finally had new hope.

In the future, the title of Patriarch of the Wen family will naturally be passed down to the uncle and nephew Wen Hujiu and Wen Yanzhao. Even after a hundred years, Wen Lin will be able to rest in peace.

The Wen family, this secretive and low-key family of cunning ways, is bound to become famous throughout the world and become the most prestigious family in the entire Beili!

But he didn't have the ability or the mind to interfere with what happened afterwards.

Wen Hujiu was about to have a happy event, and his eyebrows were all smiling, but the words he said made Wen Yanzhao want to hit someone:

"Zhao'er, don't forget to bring your cousin back to attend your uncle's wedding!"

"Don't give too much as a gift. As men, we should give 180,000 taels of gold. Don't give more! If you give too much, your uncle will be very angry with you..."

Wen Yanzhao was speechless when he heard this. Tens of thousands of taels of gold were not a big deal for him.

But the look on my uncle's face as he warmed the pot of wine really made me angry.

"Uncle, you could have just robbed me, but you still let me have a wedding banquet. There aren't many bandits with a conscience like you..."

Wen Hujiu turned his face away and said, "Stinky boy, how can you talk like that? Is my uncle that kind of person..."

As soon as these words came out, all the young people in the Wen family could not help but murmur freely:

"Yes!"

Wenhujiu's old face flushed, and he argued hesitantly:

"How can our Wen family be bandits... I, your uncle, finally got married, so what's wrong with asking Zhao'er for more money?"

Then came words like "A thin horse has long hair but fat hooves, and an uncle who cheats his nephew is not considered a thief", which made the younger generations burst into laughter and filial piety, and the Wen family was filled with a happy atmosphere inside and outside.

……

Wen Yanzhao bid farewell to his family and did not rush to Qiandong City. Instead, he turned around and headed straight for the secret realm of the bamboo sea.

I haven't seen Ruxian for a long time. This time I came back to save Wenhujiu, so I should go and visit him.

In addition to bringing the wedding invitation of a month later to Ruxian, he also had something in mind that he wanted to ask Ruxian in person.

The secret realm of the bamboo sea came into view. What surprised Wen Yanzhao was that the ten-mile bamboo sea had turned into a pink cloud.

Except for some green areas on the periphery, the rest of the forest is full of beautiful peach trees in full bloom. In the middle, a paulownia tree is particularly eye-catching, and the paulownia flowers are as white as snow. Even from a distance, Wen Yanzhao can still smell the sweet fragrance.

It seems that during this period of time, Gu Chen has completely transformed the bamboo forest into a paradise. Even the paulownia tree in the Western Chu State that had been unable to bloom before has bloomed for a long time. The peach forest now is more lush than the one in Qiandong City!

Wen Yanzhao had just taken a few steps into the peach forest when he heard Gu Chen's gentle voice:

"Zhao'er, it's been a long time since we last met. Do you have any good news for me?"

Wen Yanzhao walked on the falling peach petals and came to the phoenix tree in a few steps.

The Confucian immortal was dressed in a lake blue crane cloak, and a wooden hairpin carved from a phoenix tung branch was inserted in his hair bun.

Although his hair was still as white as snow, Wen Yanzhao could clearly see that Gu Chen looked much better than the last time he saw him.

At this moment, he was sitting on the table under the tree, holding a handful of yarrow in his hand, and gently placing each stalk in groups of three on the table.

"Sir, did you know I was coming?"

Wen Yanzhao bowed and sat cross-legged in front of the Confucian immortal.

The Confucian Immortal only had one last piece of yarrow in his hand, which he had nowhere to put. He raised his head and whispered:

"Not only that, I also know that you rescued your uncle from distress."

Wen Yanzhao nodded and said:

"Sir, nothing can be hidden from me. My uncle was kidnapped by Su Xin, who wanted to use this to force me to submit to the court. Fortunately, I returned in time, so nothing serious happened."

The Confucian Immortal pinched the only yarrow in his hand, his eyes fixed on the table. After a long while, he sighed:

"Whether it's Su Xin or the current emperor, they're just mortals causing trouble for you, nothing to be afraid of. But the divination I'm going to tell you today is truly tricky, Zhao'er, you must be prepared."

Wen Yanzhao was a little confused by the Confucian Immortal's unreasonable words.

The first sentence is true. Ever since he ascended to the trance, Wen Yanzhao has indeed had a feeling that nothing in the world exists.

Except for Li Changsheng and Mo Yi, he is absolutely confident that he can crush all the other strong people originally in Shaobai's world.

Even if he encountered these two old monsters, if he used poison, he could ensure that he would not be at a disadvantage.

The words of Ruxian just now were obviously not referring to enemies existing in the world. Wen Yanzhao guessed that he was most likely talking about immortals from outside the domain. Only that group of things could be considered really troublesome for Wen Yanzhao!

"Sir, the divination you just made mentioned the group of immortals outside the Four Boundaries?"

Wen Yanzhao was straightforward and looked at Gu Chen steadily.

Gu Chen showed an appreciative smile:

"Yes, Zhao'er must have known a lot about the things outside the Four Realms, right?"

Wen Yanzhao nodded and replied, "Indeed, Mr. Li, who had lost his Dachun Gong, came to see me before. He persuaded me to go with him to the Far North to resist the invading foreign immortals, but I refused."

"Moreover, Mr. Li also told me a lot about the immortals from outside the domain and the four great families."

"But I'm not interested in this. The world is still unsettled and I still have a lot of things to do. I'd better leave the fight against the immortals from outside the domain to those who are stronger than me!"

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