There is a large island in the vast sea, and for some reason, this island is surrounded by abundant elemental power. For tens of thousands of years, several species of magical beasts have occupied this island and gradually developed a climate.

Five hundred years ago, a cultivator broke down barriers here to achieve supremacy, and founded a martial arts school in this treasure land, which is now Wuji Island.

Spiritual power converges on Wuji Island, so the land very close to Wuji Island is also contaminated with a strong elemental aura.

At the southernmost tip of the continent, there is a fairy forest, where there are demon clans that can control elven monsters. However, for some reason, the demon clan, from the old man to the child, all disappeared, and the domain of the demon clan that lasted for thousands of years also collapsed.

Rather stood on the edge of a reef by the sea, looking worriedly at the still dense fairy forest.

Recently, the climate has been a little abnormal, and the originally condensed spiritual power has begun to fade gradually, and even the spiritual grass that he planted near the Wupai Residence that relies on spiritual power to grow has begun to slowly turn yellow, and even some have begun to wither, which seems to be indeed not a good sign.

"Grandpa, it's time to go back." Bai Jian jumped from which seaside to step on the waves. There are enough pearl-eyed seashells I picked up today.

Ning Ke slowly turned around, looked at the innocent child running not far away, and suddenly grinned: "What, it's enough?" ”

"Of course! I've already picked up enough, and these seashells are enough for you for a month! Bai Ji took off the basket on his back as if offering a treasure, and held it up in front of Ning Keze, so that he could look at it.

"Good! Good! Ning Ke stroked Bai Zhen's little brain melon in admiration, "It's not too early, let's go back." ”

"Grandpa, I don't think you're in a good relationship." Bai Zhen raised his head and asked Ning Keze, he rarely saw his grandfather have such an expression on his face.

The last time grandpa had such an expression was when grandpa's son died. Could it be that grandpa remembered his uncle?

Ning Ke looked at Bai Zhen, a smile appeared on his dry face, and his heart seemed to brighten, "It's nothing, grandpa is thinking that the proportion of this medicine that has been refined recently seems to need to be adjusted." ”

"Is that so?" Bai Zhen turned his head sideways and looked at Ning Keze.

"Haha, good boy, don't think so much, let's go back!" Ning Ze smiled and pulled Bai Zhen, and the grandparents and grandchildren walked towards Wupaiju hand in hand.

In fact, Wupaiju is not a big house, but there are just two thatched huts in a certain mountain forest near the sea. The name is called no faction, but in fact, it is the shelter of Ning Ze and Bai Zhen.

Rather, he has spent his entire life refining poisons, and the non-sectarian dwelling in which he is located is very famous in the realm of poison refiners. It's just that poison cultivators are almost the same as alchemists, and the number of them on the continent is very small, and basically no one can break through the intermediate level and enter the advanced level. Not even rather.

And most of Ning Zeze's research is also theoretical, but as for the practical aspect, it gives him a headache, because of the low strength, he has no way to drive the Ding Furnace to refine many kinds of drugs. This is especially true for some ancient recipes.

Rather than always lamenting that he didn't cultivate well when he was young, otherwise he wouldn't be so aggrieved.

Originally, Ning Ke also had a son named Ning Ziji. It's a pity that Ning Keze's child had a hard life and died before he was thirty years old. Bai Ji actually has no complete blood relationship with Ning Keze, he was an orphan, by chance, Ning Ke met him, felt that this child was very pitiful, so he took him to raise him.

But gradually, Ning Ke found that Bai Zhen's child was extremely intelligent, especially in medicine and poison, which made Ning Keze very excited, and he felt that God made up for his loss of his child to send Bai Zhen.

Rather than a lifetime of refining poison, Changqin immersed in poisonous weeds, insects and snakes, the body was naturally very seriously affected, although Bai Zhen has not yet reached the age of practicing medicine, just sent the poison and pharmacopoeia a rolling melon ripe, but the intelligent nature let him according to the pharmacopoeia recorded in the drug characteristics, try to prepare some recipes by himself, and then go up the mountain to pick grass for Ning Ke to regulate the body. I don't want these prescriptions to have a good effect on the hidden disease of Ning Keze.

At this time, Ning Ze would have burst into tears and thank God for his kindness.

"Grandpa, when do you think I can start refining medicine?" Bai Zhen squatted beside Ning Keze boredly, watching his grandfather carefully dispose of the bottles and cans on the operating table.

Although the last time he was on Wuji Island, Bai Zhen had already given the pharmacopoeia to Yun Ruoxi, but the content of the pharmacopoeia was completely engraved in his mind, but until now his grandfather still refused to teach him how to refine medicine.

He had secretly tried it himself a few times, but each time he had burned all the herbs, leaving him depressed and irritable.

"It's still early, you're still young, and when you're older, grandpa will naturally teach you." Ning Ze looked at his beloved grandson with a smile, this child was too anxious.

"However, Sister Yun is not very old, but her alchemy strength is so strong, I ask myself if I am no worse than her, but until now, I don't know how to ...... anything" Bai Hui looked a little crying, he stretched out his little hand and looked at his palm aggrievedly, as if he wanted to grab something.

Ning Keze's movements in his hands did not mean to stop at all, and he comforted Bai Zhen at the same time, "Child, you are indeed very smart, but your physique is special, and you will not be able to start practicing until a certain time." Otherwise, it won't help you at all. ”

"At some point, when is it, you perfunctory me like this every time......" Bai Zhen flattened his mouth aggrievedly.

Ning Keze shook his head, "Okay, don't think about it so much. Grandpa will teach you alchemy one day. Now you go outside and pick some spirit grass and come back to grandpa, okay? ”

Bai Zhen slumped his shoulders, stood up weakly, and went to the small mountain stream behind the house to pick the spirit grass according to Ning Keze's instructions.

Ning Ke shook his head with a smile and buried himself in his work again.

The sound of the horse's hooves was tight, and there seemed to be a lot of people outside.

Ning Ke was a little surprised and wanted to look out of the window, but saw a large number of strong men in armor who seemed to be walking towards his courtyard.

Ning Ke slowed down his movements slightly, he straightened up, and came towards the door.

Before Ning Keze could open the door, the one led by the people who rushed into the courtyard broke Ning Keze's door with a "click".

Rather, he was shocked by this unreasonable man, but in an instant his surprise turned into anger. He angrily stepped forward and asked, "What did Your Excellency do, why did you break the door of my room?" ”

However, the man at the head grinned, and "Cang Changchang" pulled out a big knife on his back, pointed straight at Ning Keze, and laughed like a robber: "What for?" Grandpa, I'm here to rob! ”

Seeing that the leader drew his knife, the bandits who entered one after another all pulled out the knives they were carrying. Seeing it, it is necessary to use force against each other.

Ning Ze hurriedly stepped forward with his hands, "I don't have any property here for you to rob......"

"Huh, no?" The big man looked around and looked at the old man's house. The furnishings in the house are very simple and straightforward, there are almost no items for decoration, and at most the room is full of herbs and poisonous weeds.

"If not, forget it." The big man propped his knife on the ground and looked at Ning Keze for a long time.

Ning Ze was overjoyed, but he didn't expect these bandits to speak so easily: "Uncle, I really don't have any money here, if you want to ask for money, please change places......"

"Hahahaha......" The rest of the bandit-like people all let out a terrible laugh.

The bandit at the head also felt very funny, and kept shaking his shoulders, "Come on, tell this old man, what should I do if I have money." ”

A man in the same costume suddenly popped up in the crowd, except that this man was much thinner than their leader.

"Old man! You hear me! We're bandits by profession! You know? Professional bandits! It's not the same as the one you've seen! The thin man said proudly.

Rather looked timidly at the bandits who had revealed everything to everyone, and was terrified. His heart went up and down, almost jumping out of his throat. Although he was also an intermediate-level cultivator, at the same level, the alchemist had no ability to fight.

"Are bandits professional and non-professional?" He didn't seem to have heard of it.

"That's natural, the people who follow my eldest brother are naturally professional bandits, and all other things are non-professional." The thin man snorted coldly, and Ning Ke was scared a little weak.

"You, what are you going to do here?" Ning looked at the approaching bandits, a little overwhelmed. Bai Zhen, you must not come back! Rather muttered in his heart.

"Hey, hey, hey......" The thin man smirked and pulled out a long knife from the scabbard on his back, placing it in front of him, close to his mouth, and let out a puff, only to hear the sound of his sword.

But the slightly louder sound of the sword unsheathed made Ning Ke almost frightened.

"Professional bandits lead others to kill while killing people, such a profession." The thin man's face was proud, and from his words, he rather felt that the purpose of these people coming this time was probably himself......

But what Ning Ke couldn't figure out was why they wanted to find him, he didn't seem to have a grudge with others!

Rather was trembling and terrified. This seemed very funny to the bandits, and the more frightened they were, the more excited they became. The perennial experience of killing people makes them almost treat life as a mustard.

The thin man brandished his knife and approached Ning Keze.

Ning Keze's eyes seemed to only see a glimmer of bright light reflected on the blade, and then, his consciousness began to be a little trance......