Ten days passed, and tens of thousands of jars of one product and two products of spiritual wine were consumed by two people.

On the tenth day, there were nearly a thousand altars of three products and four products of spiritual wine, only empty altars were left.

On the last ten days, Ning Fan and Yuntian Jue each shared a hundred jars of five-grade spiritual wine, but they drank at each other without speaking.

For a whole month, the two of them didn't exchange a word, and the atmosphere was really weird.

Ning Fan secretly thought to himself that he had drunk so much spiritual wine, but he still didn't seem to satisfy the other party. It seemed that this so-called test was not easy to pass.

One month has passed, and it has been a month since I was afraid that Bei Xiaoman would wake up.

But I don’t know whether Bei Xiaoman, who has experienced rain and dew for the first time, will be worried when he wakes up and can’t see himself...

While drinking the fifth-grade spiritual wine, he fired a sound-transmitting flying sword in the direction of Penglai, as if to reassure Bei Xiaoman.

With just such a distraction, the alcohol immediately made his mind wander. Ning Fan's eyes heated up and he showed a hint of drunkenness.

After drinking so much spiritual wine, the reason why I am not drunk is because I stick to my original intention and remain undisturbed.

If your heart is broken, everyone will get drunk if you are not drunk with wine.

With a sharp look in his eyes and a solemn expression in his mind, Ning Fan dissipated his drunkenness and realized that the secret path was dangerous.

I almost got really drunk.

Yuntianjue, who was sitting across from him, put down the wine jar and looked at Ning Fan with displeased eyes.

"Your mind is confused. Is that sound-transmitting flying sword taught to women? We, the sword cultivators, should be careful to keep our hearts attached to the sword and not to the body. If the heart is not pure, and if the Tao is not strong, it will be difficult to achieve the art of swordsmanship.

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"So what if the way of swordsmanship is difficult to achieve? If the way of swordsmanship reaches the end and only one person and one sword are left, what joy will there be?"

Ning Fan shook his head slightly, focusing on the sword may be the way of swordsmanship of this senior, but it is not his way of swordsmanship.

His swordsmanship is not obsessed with the sword, but only wants to use the three-foot green edge to protect the safety and joy of his beloved. He doesn't care whether he succeeds or fails.

"One person and one sword, what's the point of having fun... You're right, I'm looking for someone."

Yun Tianjue frowned, held his palm, and pressed the wine jar to pieces. He seemed to be being talked about the central issue by Ning Fan, and he also showed his drunkenness.

This scene fell in Ning Fan's eyes, and he was secretly surprised.

I originally thought that this senior was just a swordsman who was obsessed with swords, but now it seems that this is not the case.

This person's sword intention is very strong. Even in terms of sword intention alone, Ning Fan has never seen anyone with a stronger sword intention than this person.

Even the Sword Emperor's secret sword was dim and dull in front of this person.

This person is not a monk from the Sword Realm, but is he stronger than the God Emperor of the Sword Realm?

There is no mistake, this sword is a ruthless sword and does not tolerate a trace of emotion. This person must also be a cold-blooded and ruthless person.

But this man's suddenly drunk expression clearly showed that he had true feelings deep in his heart.

Ning Fan's eyes narrowed. There were only a handful of people in Suixu in the Rain Realm. This person was a master of swordsmanship and his identity was self-evident...

The sword god in white, Yun Tianjue!

"Senior, are you looking for someone too? I'm looking for someone too." Ning Fan's eyes sharpened and his conversation changed. He remembered the divination of Patriarch Dongxu.

If you want to find the whereabouts of your mother, you need to find Yun Tianjue!

Having heard that Yuntian Jue was cruel and cold-blooded, Ning Fan had concerns and did not rush to find this person.

Now that this person has arrived at his door, he can make some insinuations to see if he can find out more about Ning Qian's whereabouts.

"Are you looking for someone too? Seeing how lonely you are, I guess the person you are looking for hasn't been found yet?" Yun Tian never liked to talk, but in front of Ning Fan, he was no longer taciturn.

"Yes, I'm looking for a woman, her name is... Ning Qian!"

Ning Fan said the name and carefully observed Yun Tianjue's expression.

When this woman's name fell upon Yun Tianjue's ears, his expression went blank for a moment, and then he became confused.

"Ning Qian?"

"Senior knows her!" Ning Fan was secretly happy. If he could find his mother so easily, with his strength and status, he could easily let her live a peaceful life.

"No, I don't know him... I just think the name sounds familiar..." Yun Tianjue shook his head, feeling annoyed but not knowing why.

"Sound familiar?" Ning Fan's eyes were cold and he had a questioning tone. This ambiguous answer made him very dissatisfied.

Sounds familiar, does that mean we know each other?

But looking at Yun Tianjue's expression, he clearly didn't remember who Ning Qian was, as if he had never seen her before.

In Yun Ruowei's dream, Yun Ruowei, Ning Qian, and Yun Tianjue all appeared together in Lanruo Temple.

They should have seen it before...

Could it be that Yun Tianjue's friendship with Ning Qian was too shallow and they haven't seen each other since that day, so he doesn't remember Ning Qian?

"Are you dissatisfied with my words?!" Yun Tianjue's eyes suddenly turned cold. With his personality, if others dared to speak coldly to him, he would have already killed them with a sword.

Ning Fan, a mere transformed god, dared to question him indifferently. However, although Yuntian Jue was displeased, he was vaguely unwilling to kill Ning Fan.

"With your intelligence, you should have guessed my identity. I advise you not to anger me!"

Yun Tianjue said indifferently.

"How dare you!"

Ning Fan calmed down. If it weren't for the whereabouts of Ning Qian, if it weren't for respecting the old order, he would never want to drink in the same boat with this moody old monster Suixu.

The two were silent again, and after a few more days, all five grades of spiritual wine were drunk.

Yuntian decided to drink all the spiritual wine, and then fell silent. His left hand was broken, and now he was holding the wine jar with his illusory left hand, in a daze.

"Senior, can you pass my test?"

Ning Fan stood up and clasped his fists. He had drank all the spiritual wine and was not drunk. He didn't know if he passed the test.

"This is not a test..."

Yun Tianjue disappeared and changed into its original appearance. The illusory left arm disappeared and turned into a long-sleeved hollow again.

The long hair is messy, the eyes are vicissitudes of life, and the sword behind him is full of sword energy.

"Not a test?" Ning Fan frowned. If it wasn't a test, spending a month drinking here would be a complete waste of time!

How much time does he have? No, very little.

Although drinking so much spiritual wine increased his mana by as much as a thousand armors, the rate of improvement was too slow for Ning Fan.

"Farewell. If senior decides to test me, come find me again."

Ning Fan fluttered his sleeves and was about to leave.

Yun Tianjue's eyes were astonished, and he found that the junior god-transformer in front of him was not afraid of him.

The sword god in white clothes becomes a demon with his sword.

With a sword in hand, hundreds of nations are moving.

Even the Rain Emperor would feel a little uncomfortable when he saw Yun Tianjue. Ning Fan dared to be dissatisfied with him and cold-mouthed him. He was really an interesting boy.

"You don't like drinking on the same boat with me?"

"I'm afraid of death." Ning Fan glanced sideways at Yun Tianjue. This person could kill even his fourth brother. He was moody. Since he couldn't find out Ning Qian's whereabouts, it was only dangerous to get along with him.

"I won't kill you, but occasionally I want to find someone to drink with. How do you like this wine?"

Yun Tianjue stood up suddenly, his face was as cold as ice, and there was no sign of happiness or anger.

He took out a dark red wine gourd, which was as clear as crystal, and you could see that it contained blood-red wine pulp.

That gourd emitted vast pressure from the magic weapon. It was a mortal treasure, and it was... a middle-grade mortal treasure!

As for the wine pulp in the gourd, a hint of wine fragrance came out, which made Ning Fan feel refreshed and his eyes were filled with joy.

With just a hint of smell, his mana increased by 1 armor... What kind of wine is this!

"Although it is not a test for you to drink with me, I, Yuntian Jue, will not take up one month of your time in vain. There is still half a bottle of wine left. You can drink three sips. If you drink more, you will die."

"Three mouthfuls!"

Ning Fan's eyes became intense. The energy of this wine syrup was almost as strong as that of the light crystal.

A hint of smell can increase mana by 1 armor.

It is very possible to increase the mana of thousands of armors with just one sip of wine.

With three sips of wine, Ning Fan can increase his mana by at least 20,000!

If he could get these 20,000 pieces of mana for nothing, it would not be a loss for him to accompany Yuntian Jue for a month.

"Senior, what you said is true!" Ning Fan still couldn't believe it. It was rumored that the cold and bloodthirsty Yun Tianjue would give him a chance.

"I don't like nonsense." Yun Tian never said a word, standing on the bow of the boat with one hand behind his back, but looking at the sunrise on the seaside, his expression was neither happy nor sad.

"Thank you, senior, for your generous gift!"

Ning Fan was not polite, and his feelings about Yun Tianjue couldn't help but change.
To be continued...