An iron-green moon is inlaid on the blue sky, and the moonlight is cold, illuminating the green mountains and forests.
The wind passed over the high and low treetops, and the sound of rubbing the leaves whistled like a chants. From some distant mountain, the shrill wolf horn came, carrying the chilling aura that made the mountains and forests tremble, passing through the vast and endless starry sky , across the vast Dahang Mountains, and penetrated into the ears of the heavily chained people in the cave.
The cave is dark and damp, covered with moss, deep and narrow, when the wind passes through the entrance of the cave, there is a ghostly howl, and there is a faint white light shining in the depth of the cave.
Meng Fuyao curled up on the wet ground, his clothes were ragged and his body was covered with cuts and bruises.
It has been almost seven days since she was imprisoned in this secret death cell of the Xuanyuan Sword Sect.
That day, after she fought hard, Lin Xuanyuan even disregarded her identity and stole rice medicine to stun her, and then suddenly hit the killer, knocked her into the air with one palm, and angrily reprimanded her for "stealing my own treasured martial arts", all the disciples suddenly "suddenly realized" , he insulted Meng Fuyao who "stealthly learned the stunt", and then Lin Xuanyuan locked her in this dead hole.
Lin Xuanyuan came every day for seven days, asking her about her background and asking her to hand over the sword technique she used to fight against the boy in black that day.
In today's world, force is paramount, and a unique skill is of extraordinary significance to the prosperity of a power. Lin Xuanyuan's vision is superb, and he has already seen that the sword technique used by this female disciple who is good at disguising that day was not perfect due to lack of skill. It is a unique skill in itself, so he is bound to win.
But Meng Fuyao just gritted her teeth and remained silent. She knew that this old dog was very cunning. With a few words, her sword technique had already become his "secret skill". It became a matter of course, and the "stealer" who handed over his swordsmanship will definitely end up being silenced in the end.
Meng Fuyao didn't want to die here, she still had a lot of important things to do.
But when a person is seriously injured, tortured and tortured from time to time, and without any food, how can he survive
Panting, Meng Fuyao looked at the moonlight in the distance through the stone array used to seal her off at the entrance of the cave, the moonlight in her bloodshot eyes seemed more and more blurry and strange, distant and untouchable.
The free moonlight, the moonlight that sprinkled all over the five continents, shone on the pillow where the old dog slept peacefully, but could not shine on her body who was immersed in the darkness for seven days and seven nights.
A faint wry smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, Meng Fuyao closed his eyes, feeling most of the zhenqi dissipated in his body, his "Breaking the Nine Heavens" kung fu technique had already reached the peak of the third level, but today, after one catastrophe, his kung fu has retreated by half. The penance of more than a year was all in vain.
"Breaking the Nine Heavens" is said by the old Taoist priest to be the supreme skill that shocks the world. It's just that this technique is difficult to practice, but it's true. She has practiced for ten years and only reached the third floor. With this speed, the dead old Taoist already praised the genius.
As the night darkened, a faint sound of water gradually resounded in the quiet cave.
Struggling to get up, Meng Fuyao scraped the ground and moved over. The fine iron shackles hit the rough ground with a clanking sound, and it took a long time to move to the edge of the mountain.
Leaning heavily on the opposite wall, Meng Fuyao exhausted all his strength, regardless of the dirt and wetness of the mountain wall, pressed his cheek tightly against the slowly seeping mountain wall, waiting for the life-saving water drop by drop.
In the past seven days, she survived by relying on the water source that appeared on time every midnight.
After taking a few sips of water and taking a breath, Meng Fuyao touched his face, and found that the fake scars on his face had been washed away by the water, but it didn't matter, anyway, no one came to the cave for a while.
After drinking water, his energy improved, Meng Fuyao leaned on the mountain wall, accidentally looked outside the cave, and suddenly his eyes became fixed.
Ahead, a protruding solitary cliff, like a blade split by a god, slanted out from the mountain, and the pale silver moon was hanging on the cliff, round and bright, looking It was like being hooked by the tip of a steep cliff.
The moonlight is cool and soft, and in the bright moon on the top of the mountain, someone is performing a flying sword dance.
The man's robe was loose and was blown about by the mountain wind, looming in the sky among the thin clouds and mist floating high on the peak, his gestures were graceful and graceful; A distant shadow, between ups and downs, gives birth to the relaxed demeanor of a man in the forest, and the appearance of a fairy with fine muscles and bones.
The pearl falling from the Yaotai, the boating in Penglai, all kinds of scenery are extremely beautiful, but they are not as good as the shadow of the sword dancing in the moon at this moment, swiftness and elegance coexist, strength and grace coexist.
The galaxy is vast and endless, the bright moon is smoky and cold, and the light-black shadow of the sword dance is coated with the jade-white moonlight, which is vivid and picturesque.
Before he knew it, Meng Fuyao was already insane.
As a result, the entrance of the cave was suddenly covered with a slanting black shadow, and there was a slight sound of someone approaching quietly from the dark place, but I didn't notice it for a while.