Ye Wuwu came to this blessed land, of course, he didn't just come to cultivate.

The young swordsman was standing by the lake at the moment, and he didn't know when he had an extra quaint token in his hand.

Ye Wuwu took a step forward lightly and stepped on the water.

Starting from the front of Ye Wuwu, the surface of the lake, which was beaten by the rain and churned, was suddenly silent.

The silence was followed by an even more violent movement.

A whirlpool suddenly appeared on the lake in front of Ye Wuwu, and the waves were surging, but it revealed a passable passage.

Then, under the surprised gazes of more than a dozen disciples around him, Ye Wuwu's figure stepped into the vortex and disappeared in an instant.

It wasn't until the whirlpool disappeared and the lake returned to calm again, leaving only the ripples of raindrops, that there was a little helplessness and envy from those disciples on the shore of the lake.

"In this blessed land, only inner disciples and above can enter the core of it, ordinary disciples like me can only cultivate in the blessed land, alas, ......" A man in Tsing Yi sighed.

"Brother Li, don't sigh, at least we can still cultivate blessedly, think about the rest of the sects, they don't even have blessed land, isn't it better in our hearts." There is a feminine woman...... Oh, it turned out to be the man who comforted.

The feminine man continued: "Brother Li, at least, and I am by your side......"

"Brother Lin!"

"Brother Li!"

The rest of the disciples who were cultivating on the side of the lake looked at each other, they really wanted to leave this place, they didn't want to see the scene in front of them.

But he didn't want to leave this blessed land to cultivate, so he had to grit his teeth one after another, close his eyes, and cultivate silently.

Beneath the surface of the lake, there is no cave.

Ye Wuwu held his breath and condensed, his body was like a swimming fish shuttling freely in the lake water, he was an immortal cultivator, and walking underwater was naturally simple.

And the aura contained in the lake is several times richer than that around the lakeside.

This is the true heart of the blessed land.

Even if the talent is ordinary monk, in this place, cultivation can get twice the result with half the effort.

At this moment, it was quiet under the surface of the lake, and all Ye Wuwu could feel was only one or two breaths, but he didn't show up.

Obviously, those who came here were all in the stage of breaking through retreat, otherwise ordinary cultivation and retreat would be enough within the sect.

Ye Wuwu walked all the way to a location at the bottom of the lake, his divine sense swept around, and then quietly hid his body qi.

It's a hill at the bottom of a lake, covered with moss, and it's not unusual.

But Ye Wuwu circled around it a few times, and then knocked his fingers slightly and knocked on a boulder.

No response.

Keep knocking.

Still no response.

About the twenty-hundred-and-fifty strokes, the boulder finally trembled, and then the boulder slowly opened, revealing a situation where people could pass through.

Inside, there is a cave, and there is a faint and hazy light in the cave, revealing a faint human figure.

"Why are you here?" Inside the cave, there was such a sentence.

Ye Wuwu didn't respond, just casually took out a jar of wine from the storage bag and threw it forward.

He found a place to sit down, poured himself a glass of wine, and took a sip.

After a glass of wine, Ye Wuwu was a little more relaxed and said.

"You are an outsider who is cultivating in the Cave Heaven Blessed Land of the White Cloud Sword Sect, but you still asked about me."

The person who was questioned by Ye Wuwu was a middle-aged scribe with a cold face, and when he heard Ye Wuwu's words, he just snorted coldly, and then poured a large sip of wine.

He drank from the jar.

After a moment, the middle-aged scribe burst into laughter.

"Good wine, Ye boy, your wine is only wine, strong enough."

Ye Wuwu was silent, just glanced at the wine jar that was half killed by the middle-aged scribe in one gulp, and couldn't help but smack his tongue.

And he had in this jar wine that he had made himself.

It is a highly numerable liquor brewed by distillation.

In this era, there was no liquor and beer, and there were only low-alcohol sweet wines made from grains and fruits, and the alcohol was very low.

So what a thousand cups don't pour, Ye Wuwu thought to himself that I can do it too.

Then, Ye Wuwu invented liquor, no, it should be said that he brought liquor to this world one step ahead.

This cave under the lake was also discovered by accident when he was twelve years old.

So every time he went out of the customs after that, if there was nothing to do, Ye Wuwu would come here and have a drink with the other party.

The middle-aged scribe did not see the light of day and did not speak to outsiders, Ye Wuwu retreated all day long, avoiding others and minimizing contact, but the mood of the two was somewhat subtle.

This cave is said to be covered up, and it can be regarded as some means, but it is just a pretense, Ye Wuwu does not think that his master Baiyun Sword will not know.

But the master and elder never mentioned it.

The origin of the middle-aged scribe in front of him, Ye Wuwu didn't know, he only knew that the other party loved wine and was addicted to alcohol.

When the man in front of him half of the jar of wine fell into his stomach, his expression seemed to be softened, and he was no longer as grim as before, but squinted at Ye Wuwu and said.

"Boy, you have to make it clear, this place can't be called a blessed land, at most it's just a blessed land, besides, I'm practicing here, but the founding ancestor of your bullshit sect has agreed, who can drive me away?"

Ye Wuwu was stunned for a moment, this was the first time he heard the other party mention these words.

The middle-aged scribe in front of him had dealings with the founding ancestor of the Baiyun Sword Sect?

The White Cloud Sword Sect was founded for six hundred years, that is to say, the scribe in front of him has lived for hundreds of years?

But his cultivation was a clear sixth layer of the Qi Refining Period in Ye Wuwu's eyes!

Six hundred years, not to mention the Qi refining period, even if it is the Yuan Infant Period, it should be cut off.

, is this guy drinking too much?

After thinking about it again and again, Ye Wuwu still asked.

"Do you know my founding father?"

The middle-aged scribe smiled nonchalantly.

"Naturally, that kid was still crying and shouting to learn swords from me, I disliked his poor qualifications, but he couldn't grind him, so I randomly pointed him a few times."

Well, the ancestor of the Baiyun Sword Sect cried and shouted to learn the sword from the person in front of him......

Ye Wuwu's eyes flashed, and he immediately determined one thing.

The guy was really drunk.

But the other sentence that the middle-aged scribe said just now made Ye Wuwu a little curious.

"You say it's not a blessed land, or it's just a blessed land, what does the real blessed land look like?"

Ye Wuwu was very curious, such an excellent cultivation place seemed so disdainful in the eyes of the other party, and he suddenly wanted to know what was the real Cave Heaven Blessed Land.

The middle-aged scribe raised his head and poured another sip of wine, and at the same time, he was in a good mood, so he didn't have so many worries, and replied.

"Cave Heaven Blessed Land, Cave Heaven Blessed Land, Cave Heaven is Cave Heaven, Blessed Land is Blessed Land, Ten Blessed Lands are not as good as one Cave Heaven, the two should not be confused."

Well? Cave Heaven and Blessed Land are not the same thing?

The middle-aged scribe saw Ye Wuwu's incomprehensible gaze and said casually.

"Ye boy, for the sake of your good wine, the old man will tell you."

"At the moment, this lake, although it is still a little worse, can barely be regarded as a blessed land, the lowest blessed land, for people to cultivate or grow some medicinal materials, it is not bad, but if there are great cultivators who want to rely on this blessed land for alchemy, or to perform Taoism, then it will be far behind."

Ye Wuwu nodded, what the other party said was very straightforward, and he also understood.

"What about the cave?" He then asked.

"Dongtian?"

The middle-aged scribe glanced at Ye Wuwu, and then his expression showed a hint of playfulness.

It took a long time before he spoke.

"You Baiyun Sword Sect, there is no existence of the Cave Heaven."

Ye Wuwu persevered: "There is no Baiyun Sword Sect, so is there any in Cangjian Prefecture?" ”

"Yes."

The middle-aged scribe suddenly stretched out a finger.

The faint light emitted by the night pearl shone on the face of the middle-aged scribe, but it did not seem the slightest warmth, but a little strange and weird.

The middle-aged scribe grinned.

"There's only one place, and I'm the only one who is still alive."