0p0 Chapter 203: The Eve of the Poison Testing Conference (2)
Chapter 203: The Eve of the Poison Testing Conference (2)
In the middle of Shu, Tangmen.
The Tang Clan’s mansion was indeed very large, even three or four times larger than the Zhenxi Marquis’ Mansion.
Wen Yanzhao and his four companions followed Tang Lianyue into the inner courtyard of the Tang Clan and followed the instructions to two relatively spacious bedrooms.
Before leaving, Tang Lianyue looked at Wen Yanzhao deeply:
"Brother Wen, after this poison testing conference is over, if you have time, I would like to ask you privately for some advice on poison refining. I hope you will be generous with your guidance!"
Seeing his sincerity, Wen Yanzhao did not refuse:
"Okay, since Brother Lianyue is interested, I will certainly do you the honor!"
Upon hearing this, Tang Lianyue clasped her fists and thanked him:
"Good work!"
Then he turned to warm the pot of wine and said, "Mr. Wen, please rest in my humble abode. Please forgive me if the hospitality is not good enough!"
Wen Hujiu smiled gently, "Of course not. It's a good thing you're hosting us this time! During the previous poison testing conference, our Wen family suffered a lot from you, the Tang Sect!"
Tang Lianyue said somewhat embarrassedly, "The past few sessions were all arranged by Old Master Tang. I was really unaware of this, so please forgive me!"
He chuckled as he warmed the pot of wine, looked around the bedroom and said:
"Luckily, you're the host this year. The bedroom is much better than before!"
"It's okay. Our Wen family has been fighting with your Tang family for many years. We understand!"
After Tang Lianyue left, Wen Yanzhao pulled Baili Dongjun over:
"Cousin, where have you been playing with Mr. Li these days? Did you gain anything?"
Baili Dongjun took off his sword and put it aside with a slightly tired look:
"Don't mention it... I just left Qianyue Town a few days ago. There's a very powerful blacksmith there, named Luo Sheng, the God of War!"
"He's a good guy. Mr. Li even asked him to make me a sword of the Immortal Palace quality. Hey... that's the one with the "Jinghua" sword!"
As he spoke, he pointed to the dark and ancient single-edged sword in the corner.
He reached out to pick up the warm pot of wine, drew out the knife and looked at it carefully, and could not help but praise:
"What a fine sword! Extraordinarily heavy, with a sharp edge! It's truly a fine sword from the Immortal Palace!"
"Xiao Baili, you are so lucky! Now each of your swords and knives are rare divine weapons in the world. Even your uncle envies you!"
Baili Dongjun shook his head and sighed:
"Uncle, you don't know, I've suffered so much just to master this sword!"
"Every time after practicing swordsmanship, my master would have me fight against Luo Bingshen. His fists are so strong that they can split stones and break rocks! Even now, my wrists are still sore..."
"Although he is in the Vajra Mortal Realm, his strength is not inferior to that of the Free and Easy Heaven Realm!"
"Every time I fight him, I can't take more than a few punches before I lose the strength to defend myself!"
"Alas... Fortunately, I've made some progress in my two-handed swordsmanship, though I've gotten these calluses!"
As he spoke, he spread out his hands. Wen Hujiu and Wen Yanzhao leaned over to take a look, and sure enough, there was a layer of hard and thick calluses on his knuckles and palms!
Warming up the pot of wine, he smiled with relief:
"Not bad, not bad! Little Baili has grown a lot now!"
"Just from the calluses on your hands, even your uncle can tell you really put in a lot of hard work this time!"
"Zhao'er, go find out when we're having dinner, and ask Tang Lianyue to get us some drinks. The four of us will get drunk tonight!"
Wen Yanzhao pouted and said:
"Who are you going to get drunk with? You can't drink more than your cousin, and I can't get drunk."
"Uncle Ping doesn't like drinking with you either, just get drunk by yourself~"
He snorted while warming the pot of wine, then turned and approached Baili Dongjun.
"Xiao Baili, did you bring any good wine you brewed yourself this time? Give some to your uncle. Your uncle has been under your uncle Ping's control all the way here. I'm so greedy..."
Baili Dongjun shook his head innocently:
"To be honest, uncle, I've been so busy practicing swordsmanship these days that I don't have time to brew wine!"
Hearing this, Wenhujiu lay down on the bed in frustration. He was a grown man, but he started to act like a spoiled child:
"Whatever! I'm craving for wine anyway. Zhao'er, you're quick. There's a winery called Jiannanchun in Mianzhu Town outside Jincheng.
His wine is rich and mellow, go out and buy a few jars for your uncle now, go quickly!"
Wen Yanzhao stretched his neck and put his hands to his ears, pretending not to hear clearly:
"What kind of bacon must be fried with zheergen?"
"Uncle, why do you like to eat this kind of food? Wait for me for a moment, I'll go buy it now!"
As soon as these words were spoken, Baili Dongjun and Wen Buping burst into laughter, and the room was suddenly filled with a happy atmosphere.
At this moment, a boy of fifteen or sixteen years old came in from outside, followed by two men carrying food boxes and wine jars.
The young man walked in and clasped his fists and said:
"I am Tang Bufan from the Tang Clan. Please have dinner with Mr. Wen and the other gentlemen!"
"Senior Brother Lianyue asked me to prepare a jar of Jiannanchun wine, as I heard Mr. Wen likes wine. Please!"
After he finished speaking, two people came in one after another and filled the table with food and drinks.
When Wenhujiu heard that there was wine, he immediately showed his joy:
"Thank you, little brother Bufan, and thank Lianyue for me too. Tsk, tsk, tsk, tsk, I'm so embarrassed..."
After Tang Bufan left, Wen Jujiu immediately reached out and held the wine jar in his arms and said sarcastically:
"Tsk tsk tsk, look at him, knowing I love wine, he even specially prepared a jar of Jiannanchun!"
"On the other hand, my own nephew is playing dumb and being increasingly disrespectful to me, his own uncle. Humph!"
Wen Yanzhao turned a deaf ear to his words and reached out to serve Wen Buping a bowl of sour radish and old duck soup.
Then he poured another bowl for Baili Dongjun and himself, put down the spoon and said teasingly:
"Uncle, don't forget, I have something on you~"
"After dinner, I'll tell Xiao Baili the story quietly. Dongjun, do you want to hear the story of your uncle and aunt?"
Baili Dongjun's eyes lit up when he heard this, and he put down the spoon and said:
"Aunt? When did I have an aunt? I want to hear it, cousin, tell me now!"
Wenhu's face turned green, and he immediately put down the jar and begged for mercy:
"My dear nephew, can't I stop talking about you from now on? That's all I have, and you must never tell Xiao Baili!"
"If he knew, his master and his fellow brothers would definitely know it soon!"
"The most important thing is that he will tell my sister, how can I, as her uncle, put my face to rest?"
Baili Dongjun curled his lips:
"My uncle slandered me, am I really that loose-lipped? Humph!"
The meal ended with the laughter of the four uncles, nephews, and nieces.
……
After dinner, when Wen Yanzhao asked about Baili Dongjun's search for Nangong Chunshui, he learned that Li Changsheng had reached the point of dispersing his power.
The young man named Nangong Chunshui was the name Li Changsheng gave himself after he regained his youth.
Wen Hujiu and Wen Buping looked at each other and exclaimed:
"I never thought there would be such a miraculous technique in the world that could actually make people rejuvenate!"
Wen Yanzhao pursed his lips and smiled:
"This old man must have other plans for bringing you to the Tang Sect. Cousin, don't worry. The outcome will be clear at tomorrow's meeting!"
Baili Dongjun nodded in confusion:
"I hope he's alright. I don't know why the Tang Sect kidnapped him. Could it be that they were trying to torture him to extract the secret of immortality?"
He leaned back in his chair, shaking his head as he warmed the pot of wine.
"That technique is so miraculous, even if the Tang Sect obtained it, it would probably be useless!"
"Anyone who can master this skill, in addition to possessing astonishing martial arts talent, must also have used many rare and precious treasures as a guide."
……
While they were talking, they didn't expect that there was an old man with white hair and beard sitting in the Tang Sect's secret room.
On a copper pillar in front of him stood a young man with white hair and pink clothes, who was tied up like a dumpling.
The young man looked calm and smiled as he looked at the old man in front of him. In the candlelight of the secret room, he saw that the man was Nangong Chunshui!
……