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The soil was dug up by Ning Jiang little by little, and he had dirt on his hands, but he didn't care at all, his expression was focused and serious.

Shi Xiaotian couldn't help but want to go up to help Ning Jiang, but Ye Shenyu stopped him and shook his head lightly.

Ye Shenyu knew that Ning Jiang at this moment didn't want anyone to disturb him.

Ningjiang at this moment, and they are not the same world, this is an indescribable feeling, but Ye Shenyu can feel Ningjiang's sadness and Ningjiang's loneliness.

The people of the White Fox Clan also watched quietly from the side, and for some reason, looking at the young man who was lying on the ground, digging little by little with his own hands, they felt a sense of sacredness, and this sense of sacredness made them dare not even breathe.

It's hard to imagine that the person who killed a great heavenly powerhouse just now would do such a seemingly identifiable thing.

At the same time, their hearts were also nervous, could Ning Jiang really find the tomb of their ancestor Bai Qingqiu?

Ancestor Bai Qingqiu, a generation of holy monarchs, led their White Fox Clan to glory, such a powerful figure, will his grave be buried under a dead tree?

This kind of thing is hard to believe.

Slowly, the soil dug deeper and deeper, and suddenly, Ning Jiang's fingers felt a sense of hardness.

His heart jumped slightly, and his hands couldn't help but tremble a little, people like him are usually not shocked by the humiliation in their hearts, even if the sky falls, it is difficult to make any changes, but at this moment, he is uneasy.

He took a deep breath, stabilized his emotions, and then cleaned up the surrounding dirt little by little, and finally, an ancient coffin appeared in his eyes.

"It's!"

The people of the White Fox Clan were taken aback and looked at the coffin intently.

This is a wooden coffin, made of mahogany, which has withstood the erosion of time for a long time, and the wood in many places has rotted a little, and it looks tattered.

The people of the White Fox clan looked at each other, there was really a coffin buried here, they never knew about it.

Ningjiang, how did you know?

At this time, the people of the White Fox Clan couldn't help but come forward, could the person buried in this coffin be their ancestor Bai Qingqiu?

Just as they approached the wooden coffin, all the people of the White Fox Clan, their bodies couldn't help but tremble, and they felt an aura of intimacy, an aura of origin.

"Ancestor, really an ancestor buried here!"

The Great Elder's voice trembled, this kind of origin aura could never go wrong, the blood in their bodies was boiling, roaring, and cheering.

It is almost certain that this is the tomb of the ancestor Bai Qingqiu!

"Go down, all of you. ”

At this time, Ning Jiang spoke.

Hearing his words, the people of the White Fox Clan couldn't help but be stunned, this is the coffin of their ancestors, and now they all want to worship their ancestors, Ning Jiang, as an outsider, wants them to retreat, which is unreasonable.

The Great Elder pondered for a moment, bowed to the wooden coffin, and then said to the clansmen, "Let's go, let's go down first." ”

Even the Great Elder spoke, and the ordinary clansmen naturally did not dare to disobey and retreated one after another.

"Go down too. Ning Jiang said again.

Hearing this, the lion roared in the sky, the blue-scaled eagle and the leaf sinking fish also left together.

But the little white fox stayed, she was originally a little afraid of life, but at this time, with a little confusion in her big eyes, a little puzzled, and a little puzzled, she slowly approached the wooden coffin.

Ning Jiang glanced at her and did not drive her away.

With a hint of sadness in his eyes, he put his hands on the coffin and slowly opened the tattered wooden coffin.

Inside the coffin, there was a pile of white bones left there.

This pile of white bones is a fox-shaped skeleton, and there is no doubt that it is a white fox buried here.

Ning Jiang's eyes trembled, his lips pursed tightly, and after a long time, he slowly spoke, his voice trembling with a hint of trembling: "Qingqiu, it's been 100,000 years, and we meet again." ”

A pile of the most ordinary white bones, it has long been impossible to see the voice of the old man, but Ning Jiang recognizes the breath of this pile of white bones.

He knew that the person who was lying here and falling into a deep sleep forever was one of the eight divine generals who followed him, followed him to fight the Heavenly Court, entered the forbidden land, and was loyal all his life, Bai Qingqiu!

He knew that this had been one of his most trusted subordinates.

He knew that it wasn't a sinner lying here, but his best friend.

"Qingqiu, what are you talking about? ”

Ning Jiang's voice trembled uncontrollably.

100,000 years ago, he had no father or mother, and he was bent on asking, so his cultivation was soaring, but it was also such a lonely background that made him attach great importance to affection.

In front of outsiders, Bai Qingqiu is his god general and his subordinate, but in private, Bai Qingqiu is his best friend, they drink together, talk together, and fight together.

They met very early, knew each other when they were young, and finally experienced countless wars, countless disasters, and long years before they successfully stood at the top.

"Boom......"

Suddenly, a low cry rang out.

I don't know why, the little white fox looked at the white bones in the wooden coffin, and felt a kind of sadness from the heart, and in her black eyes like jewels, crystal tears couldn't help but fall.

She screamed lowly, as if to wake up the pile of bones.

Ning Jiang gently hugged the little white fox, his eyes soft: "It turns out that you are the descendant of Qingqiu......"

100,000 years have passed, and the White Fox Clan has branched out, in fact, many bloodlines have nothing to do with Bai Qingqiu, but the little white fox is obviously a direct descendant of Bai Qingqiu, and her body is flowing with Bai Qingqiu's blood.

"Bring me peach blossom brew!"

Ning Jiang sat in front of the wooden coffin, and a voice came out.

When the people of the White Fox Clan outside heard his words, they were stunned for a moment, Peach Blossom Brew is a kind of wine of their White Fox Clan, which has a long history.

"Hurry up and get the best peach blossom stuffing. The Great Elder commanded.

The people of the White Fox Clan moved quickly, and in less than a cup of tea, the peach blossom brew was brought over.

Ning Jiang directly slapped the seal of a wine can, grabbed it with his palm, and put it on his mouth to drink, when he entered it, the peach blossoms were sweet and delicious.

"Not the taste I wanted!"

However, Ning Jiang took a sip and threw away the wine, this was not the peach blossom brew he wanted, it was not the taste in his memory.

"Huh?"

When Ning Jiang saw something, he leaned down again and continued to dig the soil, and after a while, next to the wooden coffin, he dug out two jars of wine.

These two jars of wine, sealed in the finest precious jade, have passed for 100,000 years without any damage.

Ning Jiang carefully smashed the treasure jade, took out a jar, and tasted it.

Yes!

This is the taste he is looking for, this is the wine made by Bai Qingqiu himself!

Ning Jiang raised his head and drank it directly.

100,000 years ago, he drank the wine brewed by the divine flower, tasted the immortal brew, drank the elixir, and tasted the heavenly liquid, but those things were not as good as this peach blossom brew at this time.

Peach blossom brewing, this is just an ordinary wine made from peach blossoms, a cheap wine, but for Ningjiang, it has a different meaning.

Once upon a time, he and Bai Qingqiu sat under this peach tree, drinking together and laughing about the world.

Once upon a time, he and Bai Qingqiu were invincible in the world, and they returned to this peach tree again, reminiscing about their youth.

Once upon a time, when they first met, the young man who was white and innocent took such a jar of wine and asked him if he was drinking?

Time is unforgiving.

Here, there is no longer a peach tree in full bloom, and the young man holding the peach blossom brew can no longer be seen.

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