The drinkers have been discussing what Zhou Jianlai was doing in the Sword Tomb, and the most speculated is that he went into the Sword Tomb to draw the Sword of Light, because Zhou Jianlai once shouted to the canyon to make the Sword of Light recognize him as its master.
Zhou Jianlai wants to get the Sword of Light, and Long Kui is also determined to get the Sword of Light. It is inevitable that the two will have a battle today. The drinkers can't control their excitement and anticipation just thinking about it.
So when they saw Long Kui going to the sword tomb at this time, they all rushed to the sword tomb.
The cultivator who controlled the Wind Domain was one step ahead and flew down the cliff directly using the wind.
Those who couldn't fly with the wind all rushed to the edge of the cliff and climbed down the cliff along the hanging ladder.
There are also ordinary drinkers who are not cultivators and can only stay on the cliff to watch. However, the cliff is four to five hundred feet high. With their eyesight, they cannot see clearly.
But don't be afraid. After everything is over, the lively cultivator will come up and tell them vividly.
Niu Dawa picked up the mountain sword, rose into the wind, and plunged down the cliff.
His figure was erratic, his steps were dozens of feet, and he rushed to the front in the blink of an eye, but he was still much slower than Zhu and Long.
Niu Dawa was secretly worried, fearing that these two people would get there first and be disadvantageous to Zhou Jianlai. However, despite his lack of strength, he couldn't catch up with the two people in front of him even though he tried his best.
Fortunately, the distance was not far, and with his speed, he quickly reached the bottom of the cliff.
There is a gentle breeze at the bottom of the cliff, and it feels a little cold.
There are swathes of winter plums as far as the eye can see.
Jianmei wine is brewed from these plum blossoms.
It's a pity that it's not the season for plum blossoms to bloom right now. There are only green leaves, missing some of the beautiful scenery.
Under the winter plum tree, there are small mounds of earthen mounds arranged in a haphazard manner. Looking around, you can't see the edge.
There is a sword stuck in every grave.
There is a tombstone in front of the grave, and the name and history of each sword are engraved on the tombstone.
"It truly deserves to be the Tomb of Ten Thousand Swords!" Niu Dawa couldn't help but gasped, shocked by the scene before her.
It's a pity that he doesn't have time to appreciate it carefully now. He has already seen Zhou Jianlai from a distance, sitting in front of an earthen tomb.
What made Niu Dawa's eyes twitch was that Zhou Jianlai's clothes were stained with blood and his body was covered with wounds.
But he immediately felt at ease, because Zhou Jianlai was holding a wine jar and drinking.
I'm still in the mood to drink, and it seems I won't die.
The tombstone in front of Zhou Jianlai is engraved with three characters: Sword of Light.
There are a few lines of small words engraved under the tombstone describing its origin and its story.
It was inserted into a small earthen grave. I don't know whether it was because the earthen grave was too ordinary, or because its yellow-brown scabbard looked like rusty scrap iron, which made it look extremely ordinary.
Its hilt was covered with dust, and spiral patterns were faintly visible.
Zhou Jianlai was drinking alone in front of the sword monument and seemed not to notice anyone coming.
Long Kui stopped twenty steps away. For some reason, he did not step forward to disturb Zhou Jianlai, and prevented Zhu Shun from approaching.
Niu Dawa quietly moved closer from the side, thinking that if Long Kui or Zhu Shun suddenly attacked, he could be the first to escape with Zhou Jianlai.
Gradually, some drinkers came looking for him, but seeing that Zhu Shun and Long Kui did not approach Zhou Jianlai, they all stopped consciously and watched quietly.
After a long time, while the drinkers were scratching their heads and waiting anxiously, Zhou Jianlai finally put up the wine jar, let the last drop of wine fall into his mouth, and finished the drink.
"Haha, have fun! Have fun!" He put down the wine jar and laughed loudly.
But his tongue was curled up and he couldn't pronounce words clearly. He seemed to be very drunk.
Sure enough, when he tried to stand up, before he could stand upright, he staggered back and forth, and then fell to the ground with a bang, splashing dust all over the ground.
"This wine is - a little - a little over the top." He lay on the ground and patted his head.
"——" The drinkers were all stunned and speechless.
They all thought that Zhou Jianlai had come first, and had already drawn his sword in the sword tomb. Who would have thought that this guy was an alcoholic, drank heavily in the sword tomb, and got very drunk.
"This guy is really good at drinking. He drank a jar of century-old sword plums and didn't even die of drunkenness!" Gu Jinyu muttered.
This century-old plum wine will make ordinary people drunk after just one cup.
Niu Dawa looked sad, and couldn't help cursing in his heart: "You damn drunkard, I'm worried and working hard for you, but you are enjoying yourself down there. Damn you, I paid for the wine."
When everyone thought that Zhou Jianlai had passed out like this, he actually got up unsteadily, staggered three or five steps, and then fell down on the earthen grave.
Then he slowly reached out and grasped the yellow-brown scabbard of the Sword of Light.
This grip seemed to hold everyone's heart, making them feel their hearts skip a beat.
Everyone couldn't help but find it funny, not thinking that a drunken drunkard could pull out the sword of light.
But everyone held their breath unconsciously and stared at Zhou Jianlai's hand without blinking, expecting something deep in their hearts.
The Sword of Light, a famous sword in the world, has been stuck in this grave for more than two hundred years. I don't know how many people have held its hilt, but no one can pull it out.
Over time, swordsmen gradually became afraid of it. They even lost the courage to step forward and hold the hilt of its sword. Even the hilt of its sword was covered with dust.
Zhou Jianlai's grip more or less pricked the long-suppressed desire deep in their hearts. In a daze, the hand holding the sword seemed to be stretched out by themselves.
Unconsciously, they all clenched their fists and silently cheered for Zhou Jianlai.
They didn't expect or think that Zhou Jianlai could pull out the Sword of Light. They just wanted Zhou Jianlai to muster all his strength and exert all his strength to pull it out once for himself and for them.
Crack.
The scabbard rubbed against the sand, making a slight sound.
Zhou Jianlai rolled down from the earthen grave holding the sword of light.
"——" Everyone stood there with their mouths open, including Zhu Shun and Long Kui. This was so different from what they had imagined.
Zhou Jianlai just held the scabbard, gently pulled it, and pulled the sword of light out of the grave.
That's right, it's 薅.
It's as simple as gathering a piece of grass or a green onion.
It was so simple that everyone wondered if they were dazzled and hallucinating.
It wasn't until they rubbed their eyes over and over again until they were almost red and swollen that they were sure that they had no hallucinations and that Zhou Jianlai had indeed pulled out the Sword of Light.
But even so, they still find it hard to believe.
It was really Zhou Jianlai who pulled it out too easily.
According to their expectations, Zhou Jianlai will definitely show off his overwhelming momentum, use all kinds of special skills, and go through an earth-shattering competition with the Sword of Light, and in the end he will either succeed or fail.
But not at all.
It was a drunkard who fell on the grave, casually reached out and pulled, and took the famous sword of light into his arms.
When the drinkers struggled to accept this fact, they all looked at Long Kui with sympathy.
In order to draw the sword, some people fasted, bathed, and prayed sincerely.
In order to draw the sword, some people work hard to practice and improve their realm.
Some people have been preparing for ten years to draw a sword.
Someone failed to draw the sword and his cultivation was greatly damaged. Someone drew the sword successfully and was overjoyed.
Someone hasn't had time to draw his sword yet.
Long Kui's face was as frosty as ice, and his expression was terrifyingly gloomy.
He was the poor guy who had been preparing for ten years but never had time to draw his sword.
Seeing Guangming Sword being held in Zhou Jianlai's arms, he was angry, angry, hateful and jealous, regretful and annoyed. All kinds of emotions were mixed together for a while, making him almost insane.
His eyes were fixed on Zhou Jianlai, and there was a faint hint of murderous intent in his cold and gloomy gaze.
Niu Dawa suddenly realized that something was wrong, and immediately ran to Zhou Jianlai's side. Without saying a word, he grabbed Zhou Jianlai and was about to run away.
But when he reached out and grabbed Zhou Jianlai's shoulder, he paused in shock.
He suddenly noticed that something was wrong with Zhou Jianlai's aura. He felt that Zhou Jianlai's vitality seemed to have been drained away. Only his last breath was left to hang on to his life. The true energy in his body was also empty, not the kind that had been exhausted, but It’s the kind of emptiness where all cultivation is lost.
Looking at the blood stains and scars on Zhou Jianlai's body again, Niu Dawa realized that Zhou Jianlai's condition was a hundred times more serious than he thought. He hurriedly stopped his movements, not daring to take Zhou Jianlai away rashly, and asked urgently and panicked : "Brother Zhou, what's wrong with you?!"
"Drink - drink too much." Zhou Jianlai replied with his tongue hanging out.
"——Your uncle!" Niu Dawa shouted with veins appearing on his forehead: "I'm asking what's wrong with your cultivation!"
"Wine—bring me the wine!"
"Good--good wine! Good--"
Zhou Jianlai shouted twice drunkenly, then he closed his eyes, tilted his neck, and passed away drunk.
"——" Niu Dawa's eyes twitched hard, and she almost couldn't help but slap Zhou Jianlai twice to help him sober up.
He picked up the Guangming Sword that Zhou Jianlai had dropped on the ground, then lifted Zhou Jianlai up with his arms, raised his head and glanced around, his expression suddenly turned cold.
With just one glance, he saw dozens of greedy, hot and malicious eyes, especially Zhu Shun's slightly narrowed eyes that seemed to be smiling but not smiling, and it made him feel like a ray of light on his back. How could he dare to stay in Jiange? .
"His cultivation collapsed and all his power was lost." Long Kui suddenly said coldly, answering Niu Dawa's question to Zhou Jianlai.
The drinkers looked shocked when they heard this. Only then did they realize that Zhou Jianlai was so seriously injured. To be more precise, he was crippled.
This price is too high.
Just a moment ago, they were infinitely envious of Zhou Jianlai, envious of Zhou Jianlai's easy access to the Sword of Light, but now they are much more mentally balanced, smacking their lips and sighing, unable to tell whether Zhou Jianlai made a profit or a loss.
There were some people with evil thoughts who immediately had evil thoughts and came up with the idea of the Bright Sword when they heard that Zhou Jian was dead. However, thinking of Niu Dawa's power, they had to hide their thoughts and prepare for a long-term plan.
Niu Dawa's face was ugly, but actually he already had the answer in his heart, because he had quietly explored Zhou Jianlai's Qi sea.
The result made him extremely panicked. Zhou Jianlai's Qi Sea was blocked, and the three battle gates of Limen, Shumen and Qimen were also blocked, and he became an ordinary person.
"Is there any cure?" Niu Dawa asked with hope.
Long Kui shook his head.
"In that case, farewell!" Niu Dawa didn't waste any more nonsense.
"Wait!" Someone among the drinkers suddenly shouted to stop Niu Dawa.
Niu Dawa turned around and looked over and asked, "Do you have any idea?"
The man shook his head directly and said: "If he fails to draw the sword, his realm will be reduced by one level. He must have failed too many times and his cultivation will be completely useless. This is the law set by the ancestor of the sword master. What can I, an ordinary person, do? ?”
"Then why did you stop me?" Niu Dawa suddenly raised the corners of his mouth and smiled, a bit evil.
