MTL - Legend of Fu Yao-Chapter 5 People in the middle of the month

A crescent moon, inlaid on the indigo of the sky, the moon is cold, and the mountains are green.

The wind swept through the high and low treetops, and the sound of the leaves whistled. I don’t know from which distant hills the screaming wolf, with the tremor of the mountain tremble, through the vast expanse of stars. Pass through the Daxing Mountains and penetrate into the caves to lie in the ears of the people.

The cave is dark and damp, covered with moss, deep and narrow, and the wind passes through the hole. It sounds faint and sorrowful. The depth of the hole is a little white and shining. Look carefully, it is the bones of the limbs.

Meng Fu shakes and curls on the wet ground, ragged, bruised and bruised.

She was locked up in the secret of the Xuanyuan Jianpai dead deadlock for seven days.

On that day, after her fierce battle, Lin Xuanyuan unexpectedly sneaked away the rice medicine and fainted her, and then immediately smashed the killer, hitting her with a palm, and angered her in public, “stolen the martial arts of the door”, and the disciples suddenly “suddenly realized” Meng Fu, who was a "stolen scholar", had a bad insult, and Lin Xuanyuan put her in this dead hole.

Within seven days, Lin Xuanyuan came every day, forced her to ask her, and asked her to hand over the swords that she used to play against the black teenagers that day.

When today, the force is respected, and a stunt has an extraordinary significance for the prosperity of a power. Lin Xuanyuan has a bright vision. It has long been seen that the swordsmanship of the female disciple who is good at disguising that day is not perfect because of lack of skill. It is a school by itself, so he is bound to win.

Meng Fu Sha is just a bit of silence, she knows that this old dog is very embarrassed, a few words, his sword has become his "secret stunt", in the future Xuan Yuanjian sent a more unique sword, also It became a matter of course, and the "stolen artist" who handed over the swordsmanship, the final end, must be ruined.

Meng Fu shake does not want to die here, she still has a lot of important things to do.

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

Meng Fu shakes his breath, through the hole to block her stone array, looking at the moonlight in the distance, the moonlight in her bloodshot eyes, it seems more blurred and demon, far away and can not touch.

The free moonlight, the moonlight that spreads over the land of Wuzhou, shines on the pillow of the old dog, but can't take care of her body that has been indulging in the dark for seven days and seven nights.

There was a faint smile in the corner of his mouth. Meng Fu shook his eyes and felt the instinct of dissipating most of his body. His own "breaking nine gongs" exercises have already reached the peak of the third floor. Today, the catastrophe is regressed. The penance of more than a year has been completely in vain.

According to the dead old Taoist priests, it is said that the ancient martial arts are shocking and smashing the world. The more difficult it is to practice, the more difficult it is to practice. The ninth layer can be described as a unique world. Meng Fuyao sneered at it and thought that 80% of the dead old Taoist priests are bragging. It’s just that this practice is difficult to practice, but it’s true. After she practiced for ten years, she went to the third floor. At this speed, the dead old Taoist priests have already praised the genius. Nowadays, the students are going backwards, and Meng Fu’s real hate.

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

Struggling to get up, Meng Fu shook a little bit on the ground and moved over. The smashing of the fine iron slammed against the sly ground, and it took a long time to move to the side of the mountain.

Heavy on the wall, relying on the strength of the Meng Fu shake regardless of the dirty wall of the mountain, the cheeks tightly attached to the side of the slowly seeping water, a drop of water to save the life.

In these seven days, she survived by the water that would appear on time every night in the middle of the night.

After drinking a few mouthfuls of water and taking a breath, Meng Fu shook 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 in this hole.

Drinking water, the spirit is better, Meng Fu rocked on the mountain wall, inadvertently looked out of the hole, suddenly eyes condensed.

In front, a prominent cliff, such as a blade that was split by the gods, slanted out of the mountain, the light silver moon, hanging on the cliff, round and bright, looks It is like being hooked by the steep cliff.

The moonlight is cool and soft, and some people are making flying sword dance in the mountains.

The man’s robes are wide, and they are blown by the mountain winds. They dance in the thin clouds and fogs of the peaks of the peaks. If they are in the dark for nine days, they will be able to raise their hands and sway their spirits. The swords will be cut and clouded. A distant shadow, between the ups and downs, but gave birth to the decent grace of the people under the forest, and the goddess of the soul and bones.

The jewels fell on the top of Yaotai, and the scenery of Penglai was the best of the world. It was all wonderful, but it was not as good as the shadow of the sword in the middle of the month. It was swift and elegant, and the coexistence of strength and grace.

The galaxy is vast and prosperous. The moonlight is cold and sandy. The shadow of the dark black sword dance is plated with the moonlight of the white and white, vivid and picturesque, and the Sergeant is in the hand, not thankful for the romantic.

Unconsciously, Meng Fu Sha has already seen it.

So that the hole suddenly covered with a layer of slanting black shadow, the darkness came from the quiet sound of someone quietly approaching, and suddenly did not notice.