March 18th.

Wan Junwu got up early, had a meal, had morning exercises, and breathed.

He drank with Mr. Hua Si and Mr. Qiu for a full night last night. He woke up early this morning and was still in good spirits.

That's because he has a secret to drinking.

He will vomit.

Every time he would make excuses to go to the toilet, and then spit out all the wine he had drunk before, and after he went back, he could continue drinking again.

Everyone praised him for his "unparalleled swordsmanship and extraordinary alcohol tolerance", and he himself felt very proud.

He never told anyone about his secret.

But in fact, his senior brother Xu Tong, disciple Fang Cheng, and best friend Gao Feng all understood, but he just pretended not to know.

Di Qinglin also knows it.

He came to Mudan Villa to kill Wan Junwu, and he planned to do something when he was half drunk and left the table to vomit.

But Wan Junwu is still alive.

Just because Di Qinglin doesn't want to kill him for the time being, he is going to use him to do something that Di Qinglin really wants to do but doesn't dare to do.

......

Mudan Villa, under the hillside, outside the horse railing.

The three-day "horse appreciation meeting" has ended, and all the good horses have been taken away. The Sunset Horse Farm has made another big profit, and Hua Siye also charged a lot of venue fees.

As long as it is for money, no matter how far it is, whether it is from Guanxi, Guandong, Chang'an and Luoyang, everyone can always get together.

So after the horses are empty and each gets their own wealth, there shouldn't be anyone here.

However, between the hillsides, under the setting sun, there were indeed two people standing.

"Little Marquis" Di Qinglin and "Wansheng Dao" Xu Tong.

Di Qinglin and Xu Tong also got together because of money.

Di Qinglin paid the money, and Xu Tong received the money.

Xu Tong told Di Qinglin the secret that Wan Junwu would vomit when he was drinking.

Di Qinglin stood very straight, like a straight mountain top of a cold iceberg.

Xu Tong bent slightly.

Di Qinglin said: "I know that you and Wanjun Martial Artsman were in the same school, and you became a disciple three years earlier than him. Your swordsmanship is not much worse than him, but you just have a little less ruthlessness and fewer opportunities to become famous."

Xu Tong said disdainfully: "He just has a little more good luck!"

Di Qinglin said: "He is more lucky than you, has a great reputation and has more industries, so although you are his senior brother in name, you are actually the bodyguard he hired after he sealed the knife."

Xu Tong snorted coldly.

Di Qinglin said: "You must be dissatisfied in your heart."

Xu Tong held his "Wansheng Golden Sword" and murmured: "If you give me some good luck, I can kill several famous masters..."

Di Qinglin interrupted him and said, "Now there is a chance. If you kill him, you can become a famous sword immediately!"

Xu Tong: "Who should I kill?"

Di Qinglin said: "Su Weiyun!"

Xu Tong's pupils shrank, his expression changed in horror, and he said, "Is it the Su Weiyun who defeated the 'Great Star' and Gui Dongjing?"

Di Qinglin stared at Xu Tong and said coldly: "Yes, it's him! That's the swordsman from yesterday!"

Xu Tong was a little unbearable by Di Qinglin, so he lowered his head and said, "I heard... I heard that he can eat people."

He was obviously reluctant to go.

There are many people in the world who always lament that they are not lucky and have no chance. In fact, they dare not do it and are not sure to do it.

Di Qinglin sneered: "Don't worry, he can't eat you!"

He said, then turned his back to Xu Tong: "I will help you secretly. If you lose, I will count me. If you win, you will count you! The money, reputation and benefits of killing Su Weiyun will not be missing!"

Xu Tong's forehead veins jumped hard a few times, swallowed, and an excited light flashed in his eyes.

"Thank you, little marquis!"

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The next day.

In Luoyang City, peonies bloom. People come from all over the world to appreciate the flowers and see the majesty, prosperity and spectacularness of the ancient capital of Luoyang.

The most famous alley in Luoyang City is naturally Tongtu Lane.

A gathering of wise men outside the Jinma Gate, and a gathering of young men in Tongtu Lane.

The most lively time of Tongtuo Lane is when the Lion Hall is still standing, and the "Lion" Zhu Meng is still majestic; however, since a raging fire burned the Lion Hall, it has become much deserted.

But no matter how deserted the alleys are, there is always a restaurant.

Xu Tong sat in a tavern, looked at a young man in front of him, gave him three strings of copper coins, and said, "Have you passed the message?"

The young man said, "I have passed it on, and Lord Su asked me to bring the horse for him."

He held the reins in his hand, and behind the rope was a thin and lean old horse.

As soon as Lao Ma approached the tavern, his nose kept sniffing, as if he smelled the delicious fresh forage.

However, there is only wine here.

Xu Tong looked at the "old wine" that was bought for "30,000,000 or three taels" of silver two days ago and frowned slightly.

"The horse has arrived, where are the people?"

The young man said, "That adult also asked me to pass on a word to you."

"What did he say?"

"He said: He is not very willing to drink. If you really want to invite him, just invite his horse to drink a few drinks."

After the boy finished speaking, he threw the reins and quickly slipped away with a laugh.

Only a young man like this dares to spread this sentence.

Anyone knows that after hearing this, Xu Tong will inevitably be furious.

Sure enough, the wine glass in Xu Tong's hand had been thrown to the ground by him. He kicked the stool, slapped the table, got up and picked up the golden knife he placed on the table.

"The man bullies others too much!"

Xu Tong lifted his sword and made a gesture. He shook the knife ring and chopped the horse's head at the "Lao Jiu".

Just as his blade fell, a hand gently lifted his wrist, making his knife unable to fall any longer.

"The horse wants to drink alcohol, you can just drink it. Why bother with a horse?"

Xu Tong raised his head and saw Su Weiyun standing in front of him.

Su Weiyun looked at him with a smile, just like the young man who had just passed the message.

"Is there anything you want to ask me for?"

Xu Tong deliberately made himself do not be humble or arrogant, and fisted and said, "I'll invite Young Master Su to drink, please!"

He lifted his clothes, turned the golden knife back into the sheath, placed it by the table, and sat down again.

He poured Su Weiyun a glass of wine, picked up his own wine, and said, "I'll do it first!"

Su Weiyun picked up the wine glass, sniffed it gently, and then put the wine glass back on the table.

"Please drink my wine together."

Su Weiyun looked at him with a smile and pushed the wine over.

Xu Tong raised his eyebrows and said, "What? Don't you drink? Do you look down on me?"

Su Weiyun said lightly: "You don't seem to be such an amazing person, why should I look down on you?"

"What's more, it's really something that poisons people think of it!"

Xu Tong's face changed and he said angrily: "You said the wine is poisonous? I also drank the same pot of wine. Why didn't I get poisoned? It's ridiculous!"

Su Weiyun looked at him coldly, without saying a word, as if he was watching a joke that was not big or small.

Xu Tong was even more furious, pulled out the golden sword, and shouted: "Su Weiyun, you really look down on others! Is it tolerable, who can't bear it? You and I will fight to the death today!"

He finally found a sufficient excuse to challenge Su Weiyun.

He did not lead a large group of people to attack Su Weiyun. If he wanted to become famous, he could only use this method.

The golden knife was unsheathed, and in the seven holes, the steel ring moved tremblingly, hitting the back of the knife.

Ding, dang, dang!

Wow!
Chapter completed!