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

The front hall of the Shadow Sect.

Wen Jiutian was circulating his Qi, but suddenly felt dizzy.

"Xiao Jiu, don't force yourself!" Wen Hujiu looked at the sweat on Wen Jiutian's forehead and couldn't help saying.

In fact, it was the first time he saw his nephew so serious that he even sweated.

He almost couldn't help laughing.

But Wen Jiutian raised his left hand and said calmly: "Since I promised Master Yi, I should do my best."

He even emphasized the word "all-out".

Immediately, he slowly withdrew his strength and said to himself: "This poison has been delayed for too long, and this is the first time it's so strenuous."

Thinking of this, he felt his eyes go black and fell directly on the chair.

Wen Hujiu had a smile on his lips. He turned his head to look at Wen Zhuliu, with a hint of cunning and expectation in his eyes.

Wen Zhuliu also smiled in response, and the two looked at each other in tacit understanding, as if they were full of confidence in what was to come.

Then, Wen Hujiu put the wine glass in his hand to his lips and gently took a sip of the wine.

At the same time, his hand behind his back quietly made a gesture.

Wen Zhuliu keenly caught this signal, walked forward slowly, and said in a low voice: "Second Master, the young master doesn't seem to be pretending."

This sentence made Wen Hujiu's face suddenly become solemn. He widened his eyes, opened his mouth slightly, and his shock was beyond words.

He suddenly put down the wine glass, stepped forward eagerly, and said nervously: "What?"

Then, Wen Hujiu quickly came to Wen Zhuliu, with a serious and anxious expression on his face.

His eyes fell on Wen Zhuliu, hoping to get more explanations.

However, when he saw Wen Zhuliu's expression, his heart sank.

Wen Zhuliu frowned and his eyes showed worry, which made Wen Hujiu realize that the situation might be more serious than he thought.

Wen Zhuliu took a deep breath and said softly: "Second Master, you see the state of the young master now, it really doesn't look like he is acting."

Hearing this, Wen Hujiu's face became more and more ugly.

He was silent for a moment, then suddenly turned his head and shouted loudly: "Master Yi, help me find a place to live, a quiet and sunny place. Hurry up!"

There was urgency and worry in his voice, as if time was so tight that it was hard to breathe.

Yi Bu just felt a gentle true qi flowing through his body, and his mental state had improved at this time.

He looked at Wen Zhuliu in surprise, not understanding why the other party was suddenly so panicked.

But he did not hesitate too much, and immediately called a disciple: "Song Jiang, go to the other garden and clean up a room."

After hearing this, Song Jiang looked embarrassed and said hesitantly: "But..."

Yi Bu widened his eyes and shouted angrily: "But what? Go and prepare immediately. The environment of a wing room there is the most suitable. Master Wen saved my life regardless of his own safety. We must not let this kindness down!"

Seeing Yi Bu's firm attitude, Song Jiang did not dare to delay any longer, and hurriedly nodded and said: "Yes, Master."

After saying that, he turned and left.

Yi Bu looked at Song Jiang's back as he left, and then turned to look at Wen Hujiu and Wen Zhuliu, with a hint of apology in his eyes.

He sighed deeply, then clasped his fists to salute the two to express his gratitude.

Wen Hujiu and Wen Zhuliu hurriedly returned the greeting, they knew Yi Bu's mood at the moment.

Wen Hujiu comforted him, "Master Yi, you don't have to be polite. This is the choice of the head of the family."

Yi Bu nodded gratefully and said, "Thank you, gentlemen. Song Jiang will prepare the room soon. Let's go first."

At night, the entire Yingzong mansion was particularly quiet.

Two figures stood in front of the door of the wing room of the villa, silent.

"Second Master, the young master must have been forced into a trance a few days ago, which caused internal injuries." Wen Zhuliu's face was full of worry.

"This kid, I thought he was acting." Wen Hujiu looked into the room with a pair of resentful eyes, "Zhuliu, have all the poisons been used up?"

"It's used up. In the past, whenever the young master was injured, as long as there was enough poison to temper his body, he could recover. Now this situation is probably a serious hidden disease." Wen Zhuliu sighed.

Wen Hujiu frowned: "Zhuliu, go to Lingnan and find Wen Buping to get medicine. Go now."

"Wen Leng is in Baihua Tower now, I'll go find him." Wen Hujiu frowned after taking a sip of wine, "Let's go quickly."

"Second Master, I'm worried that no one will protect him..." Wen Zhuliu hesitated.

"Don't worry, he has five poisons in his body, if he is not awake, no one can get close to him." Wen Hujiu patted Wen Zhuliu on the shoulder, "Don't worry, you have seen him grow up, how much he weighs, I'm afraid you know better than me."

Wen Zhuliu looked at the wing room with a pair of cloudy eyes, and then reluctantly jumped into the house.Top.

At noon the next day.

Wen Jiutian slowly opened his eyes in bed.

The sun just fell on his face, warm and comfortable.

His poisonous body belongs to Yin, and if there is sunlight penetrating his body when he is unconscious, it will be of great benefit to his body.

This is also something that the Wen family leaders have known since childhood.

Wen Jiutian slowly climbed up.

Gently opened the door.

Looking at this unfamiliar environment, he couldn't help but frowned: "I clearly remember that I was healing Yi Bu in Yingzong yesterday, what's wrong?"

He walked to the courtyard and sat down on a wooden chair next to a peach tree.

But suddenly his chest hurt, his throat felt sweet, he spit out a mouthful of blood, shook his body, and leaned against the peach tree.

After a dizzy spell, a breeze blew, carrying a faint fragrance of flowers.

"Who are you...?" A clear and pleasant voice like water sounded.

Wen Jiutian was stunned, and raised his head, only to see a woman wearing a long white gauze dress and with skin as white as snow sitting not far away.

I don’t know if it’s because of the injury, but the woman’s skin is as white as the moonlight in the sky, and she seems to be shrouded in a halo.

“White moonlight... white moonlight.” Wen Jiutian covered his chest and repeated it twice in a row.

“White moonlight?” The woman stood up and smiled, “Sir, what is white moonlight? Why are you in my house?”

The woman walked in front of Wen Jiutian and leaned down, and Wen Jiutian finally saw her face clearly.

Over the years, he has met many chivalrous women, many ladies from wealthy families, and talented women. He has also played with many courtesans in the city, but none of them can compare to the woman in front of him.

As white as the moon in the sky, as charming as a nine-tailed fairy fox, every frown and smile is in his heart.

The woman smiled at Wen Jiutian, then poked his face and said:

"Young Master, you are unparalleled in the world. It turns out there is a man who can give birth to someone as handsome as you."

"But why are you so weak?"

The woman chuckled, then carried Wen Jiutian, who was about to faint, on her back and carried him into the house.