The end point of the land of the Reverse Current may be the sea dungeon, but Ning Shi has no way to verify it, it is too dangerous. That's why he agreed to go down the river and see what the other end would be.

The space of the sword array seems to be vast and boundless, and it may also be that it uses the technique of the moment, anyway, at this stage, it is impossible for the three of them to explore its internal rules.

The river breeze gusts, the sea of trees is surging, and between the peaks and mountains, a small raft seems to break into a fairyland that is uninhabited. Wisps of summer mist entwined with the emerald green of the eyes, and the occasional bird and beast galloped by, and the smell of nature was between the noses, and the heart was relaxed.

As the raft walked from daylight to daylight, the vision finally changed.

Clumps of graves appeared along the river.

Very strange mounds.

Like a sword.

One sword after another.

When Ning Shi, who was deep underground, met the sword mound, the ruins of the sword-casting grass house on the ground, accompanied by the sunset, ushered in a middle-aged man in a green shirt and white hair with a wine pot on his waist.

This person stood at the entrance of the ruins of the sword-casting grass house, two lines of tears fell from his cheeks, and he held a yellowed secret letter in his palm, which read: "The grass house is in danger, I hope my brother will come to the rescue quickly, not to relieve the siege, but to ask for Ning'er's safety, sister." ”

The middle-aged man's expression was depressed, and he murmured: "It is said that greedy cups are wrong, a pot of drunken life and dreams of death, can be late for thirteen years, let down my sister, and the thousand emperors will regret it for life." Take this pot as an oath, do not find your nephew, and do not get a drop of wine. ”

Green shirts, white hair, wine jugs, thousand emperors!

This person is actually the wine fairy Bai Qiandi, not an immortal, but the realm is close to an immortal.

The only thing is greedy for cups, I didn't expect that there is a relationship with this sword-casting grass house, and Ning'er is naturally the name of Ai'er by the owner of this sword furnace. Think about it carefully, Bai Qiandi, who was an uncle, was able to be thirteen years late because of what drunken dreams and died!

If you know this history, you must know.

Thirteen years ago, the prince of the Tang Dynasty, now the son of the Tang Dynasty, learned that there was a century-old Qingluan in the Sword Casting Grass House, and asked for it to no avail, so he led the iron horse to press the realm and set foot on the Sword Casting Grass House.

The hostess of the grass house is the sister of Emperor Bai Qiandi, and she is lonely in her death, but she is entrusted to the wrong person.

The old man comes.

But the Lord is gone.

The once bustling sword-forging grass house is ruined, filthy and evil, and demonic.

Emperor Bai Qiandi burst into tears, his sleeves were windless, he raised his feet and stomped on the ground, gritted his teeth and scolded word by word, the voice was not loud, but the people in the entire ruins felt that their eardrums were bursting: "Who occupies my sister's grassland, get out!"

The pinnacle of Proverbs.

It is not much different from Meng Bajiu.

Naturally, you can sense the breath in this ruins, whether it is a friend or an enemy, not to mention that the breath of the disciples of the Demon Mountain is really too easy to identify, dark and cold like a lump of ice.

The black-clothed men in the entire ruins, including the demon seekers, all had numb scalps.

The bronze gate slowly opened, and hundreds of Demon Mountain disciples rushed out, and the Demon Seeker who had captured Ning Shi before stood at the forefront: "Who is ahead? ”

When Bai Qiandi heard this, he actually laughed: "Don't welcome guests?"

Squinting his eyes, his expression became more and more gloomy: "When did this sword-forging grass house become the cave mansion of your Demon Mountain? Is your demon lord crazy? My sister of Bai Qiandi also dares to occupy it!"

"Humph!"

A cold snort.

The demon seeker who was hundreds of meters away immediately spat out a large mouthful of blood, and his cheeks were as pale as snow.

Taking a deep breath and forcibly suppressing the fluctuating heart pulse, the demon seeker bowed his head slightly: "It turned out to be the senior of the wine fairy, and the younger generation has no eyes, please forgive me." But I am also acting on orders, I don't know that there is such a relationship with you here, besides, the ruins of the Sword Casting Grass House have been occupied by my Demon Mountain for ten years, and I have never seen outsiders, you say that I can, saying that my demon lord is crazy, it is inevitable that there is some ......"

Boom!

This mysterious demon seeker in front of Ning Shi didn't finish his words, and he directly exploded into a ball of blood.

Emperor Bai Qian said to himself: "It turns out that my sister's home has been occupied by you for ten years, I don't know if you are the murderer of the persecution of the Sword Casting Cottage, and whether it has anything to do with the bloody case thirteen years ago." But this is not a place where your magic mountain can be defiled, even if the people of the Ning family are dead, there will be me. ”

"Don't think anyone is easy to bully. ”

"Don't think anyone is easy to talk to. ”

Wine Immortal Bai Qiandi, his temperament is both righteous and evil, his style of acting is strange and unpredictable, he can do whatever he wants, where will he listen to the explanation of the disciples of the Demon Mountain, he is not like Meng Bajiu, he still needs to cultivate the sword heart, he cultivates as he pleases: "If I want to kill you, then I will kill you, there is no reason." ”

"You took over my sister's house. ”

"You are guilty. ”

"It's more innocent to die. ”

The hundreds of Demon Mountain disciples in front of the ruins looked at each other: "Can you go?" This Bai Qiandi is also too domineering, he will kill others silently, and he is even more demonic than the devil." ”

"The Demon Mountain Cave Mansion, sacrosanct, fight to the death for my lord. The other demon seeker roared angrily, ready to fight Bai Qiandi desperately.

As for Emperor Bai Qian, he slowly walked towards the entrance of the Sword Casting Grass House, hanging his head slightly, his expression sad and self-reproachful, and his face was full of indescribable sorrow.

The flask at his waist shattered without wind.

The wine in the pot turned into a large, transparent totem.

With one slap, he slapped dozens of Demon Mountain disciples at the door, fanning people like flies, like driving away mosquitoes.

Every time he took a closer step, a figure was fanned away, and if he flew into the air, he was sentenced to death, and there was no chance of survival. Bai Qiandi is not like Meng Bajiu, he has no bottom line of the sect in his heart, he himself is the Tao, and he will not pursue any immortals and complete any ancestral teachings: "Living freely is the true self." ”

It was this spiritual belief that allowed him to drink and get drunk for thirteen years.

At this moment, Bai Qiandi was more awake than ever, and because he was sad in his heart, he couldn't get drunk and fall asleep.

Enter the bronze gate, sweep away the barricades, fall into the sword-casting pool, kill all the men in black, walk down the Sword Heart Hall, and dismantle all the sea dungeons that hide filth and dirt......

The more he walked, the more Emperor Bai Qian regretted it.

The more he walked, the more gloomy Bai Qiandi's face became.

"Where is this still the sword-forging grass house in my impression!"

"Once this was the most sought after place in the Four Seas Divine Prefecture, casting the strongest sword in the Four Seas, refining the best blade of the Eight Desolations, and his only relative, his most beloved sister!"

Regret!

Hate!

I regret that I shouldn't drink uncontrollably, and I hate myself for my drunken dreams that shouldn't be uncontrolled!

But what happened cannot be reversed, and those who are gone will definitely not be able to come back to life, what they can do is to try their best to find out, find the truth of the bloody case of that year, find out if there are any missing people, and the most important thing is to confirm whether your nephew is still alive or not!

My sister's last wish is to support Gu.

As an elder brother, you can't ignore it, you have to take care of it.

Standing at the place where his sister got married, Bai Qiandi's cold voice shouted loudly: "Brother......"

A word was shouted, but the words behind it were held back for a long time, and the last voice came out low and deep: "It's too late!"