Legend of Fu Yao Chapter 5: People in the middle of the month

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An iron and blue moon is embedded in the blue sky, the moon is cold, and the mountains and forests are green.

The wind passed by the treetops high and low, and the sound of wiping the leaves was whistling. I don’t know which remote mountain came from the screaming wolf, with the breath of killing and falcon that made the forest tremble, passing through The vast and infinite starry sky, through the vast Daxing Mountains, penetrates into the ears of people who are shackled in the cave.

The cave was dark and damp, covered with moss, deep and narrow. The wind passed through the entrance of the cave, and there was a ghostly crying roar. The depth of the cave was faintly white and shiny. When you look carefully, it is scattered with bones.

Meng Fuyao curled up on the wet ground, ragged and bruised.

She has been locked in this secret death cell of the Xuanyuan Sword Sect for almost seven days.

That day, after the battle of her strength, Lin Xuanyuan stole the rice medicine and stunned her regardless of her identity. He immediately slammed her assassin, knocked her into the air with a palm, and publicly accused her of "stealing the martial arts", and all the disciples suddenly "Suddenly realized" and insulted Meng Fuyao, who was "stealing stunts", and immediately Lin Xuanyuan shut her into this dead hole.

For the seven days, Lin Xuanyuan came every day, forcing her to ask her whereabouts, and asking her to surrender the swordsmanship she used against the boy in black that day.

Nowadays, force is the respect, and a stunt is of extraordinary significance to the prosperity of a power. Lin Xuanyuan has a clever vision and has already seen that the sword technique used by this female disciple who is good at camouflage that day was not due to lack of skill. Perfection itself is a must-see, so he is bound to win.

Meng Fuyao just gritted his teeth in silence. She knew that this old dog was very cunning. With a few words, his swordsmanship had become his "secret skill." In the future, the Xuanyuan Sword Sect will have a peerless sword. The law has become a matter of course, and the "artist stealer" who surrendered his swordsmanship will definitely end up in the end.

Meng Fuyao doesn't want to die here, she still has many important things to do.

But when a person is seriously injured and tortured from time to time, plus no food, how can one survive?

Meng Fuyao panted, looking at the moonlight in the distance through the stone formation used to block her through the hole. The moonlight was bloodshot in her eyes, which seemed to be more and more vague and mysterious, far away and untouchable.

The free moonlight, the moonlight spreading over the land of the five continents, shone on the sleeping pillow of the old dog, but could not reflect her body who had been drowning in darkness for seven days and seven nights.

A faint wry smile appeared at the corners of his mouth. Meng Fuyao closed his eyes and felt most of the true energy dissipating in his body. His "Broken Nine Heavens" exercises had already reached the third peak. Most of the backwards, more than a year of hard work, all wasted.

According to the dead veteran Taoist priests, it is an extraordinary technique that shocks the world and the world. The more you go up, the more difficult it becomes to practice. The ninth level can be described as unique in the world. Meng Fuyao sneered at this, thinking that 80% of the dead veterans were She is bragging, but this exercise is difficult to practice, but it is true. She has practiced for ten years before reaching the third level. At this speed, the old Taoist priests have praised the genius, and now they are back one level, Meng Fuyao really hates it. .

The night became darker, and a faint sound of water gradually rang in the quiet cave.

Struggling to get up, Meng Fuyao moved over against the ground a little bit, the iron shackles hit the craggy ground with a choking sound, and it took a long time to move to the side of the mountain.

He leaned heavily against the wall, exhausted Meng Fuyao, ignoring 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.

For these seven days, she survived on the water that appeared on time every midnight.

After drinking 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, no one came in this hole anyway.

Drinking water and feeling better, Meng Fuyao leaned on the mountain wall and accidentally looked out of the cave, his eyes condensed suddenly.

In the front, a protruding cliff, like a sword blade split by the gods, is slanted out of the mountain. The pale silver moon is hanging on the cliff, round and bright. , It looked like it was hooked by the tip of a steep cliff.

The moonlight is cool and soft, and some people are doing a flying sword dance in the bright moon on the mountain top.

The man’s robes were wide, and he was hunted and fluttered by the mountain breeze. The thin clouds and mists floating on the top of the peak seemed to be looming for nine days, and he wanted to be smart and smart. The long sword cut the clouds and the moon was gorgeous. ; Obviously just a distant shadow, between the ups and downs, but gave birth to the dissipating demeanor of the people under the woods, and the posture of the gods with the spirit muscles and bones.

A pearl falling on Yaotai, a boat 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, swift and graceful, vigor and graceful coexist.

The star river is vast and boundless, the bright moon is smoked in the cold sand, the light black shadow of the sword dance is plated with the moonlight of jade white, and it is vivid and picturesque.

Unconsciously, Meng Fuyao was stunned.

So that the entrance of the cave was suddenly covered with a layer of oblique black shadow, and there was a small sound of someone approaching quietly in the dark, without even noticing it.

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