At the junction of Qin and Nan, there is a large canyon with strange peaks and steep peaks, with mountains and mountains, streams and rivers, and strange rocks and cliffs can be seen everywhere. In the deepest part of the canyon, there is a thousand-zhang cliff, from which the waterfall pours straight down.

The waterfall rushes down the knife-like cliff wall, like a silver dragon spitting and splashing.

There is a prominent cliff platform opposite the waterfall, a hundred zhang long and wide place, the grass and trees are full of flowers, the clouds and mist are swirling, behind this cloud and mist, there is a show hole, the entrance of the cave is hidden behind two towering ancient trees, people who do not know can not find that there is a hole behind the ancient tree at all.

The entrance of the cave is narrow, but when you walk in, the courtyard is very open like an ordinary house, and there are four small holes inside, with traces of artificial excavation. There are more than a dozen torches embedded in the cliff wall, sweeping away the dim scene in the cave.

In one of the innermost caves, a girl was lying face down on a stone bed, with a thin quilt on her body, sleeping soundly.

"Get up. Mo Chenyan stood behind her like a ghost, and reluctantly ordered the sleeping girl to get up.

The girl seemed very tired, and slept as deeply as an old clock, and did not move.

Ink Dust picked up her back collar and dragged her out of the bed like a rabbit and threw her to the ground.

Ling Caiwei closed her eyes, stood firmly with a beautiful backflip, and rubbed her eyes aggrievedly: "You are an old immortal, you only let me sleep for two hours a day, and you will have no apprentice if I am tired!"

Mo Chenyan shot like a sword, brushing two sword qi to attack Ling Caiwei's chest and left leg respectively, Ling Caiwei scolded in her mouth, "Old Immortal wants to kill his apprentice", but his figure was as fast as lightning and jumped to dodge the attack.

Mo Chenyan deliberately made things difficult, and several sword lights flashed one after another. Ling Caiwei finally couldn't dodge, and knelt on the ground with a move on her leg, just kneeling in front of Mo Chenyan.

Mo Chenyan: "Admit your mistake." ”

Ling Caiwei was unconvinced and wanted to stand up, but a sword qi pressed on her shoulder, and she knelt back again. If you admit your mistakes, you admit them. There are only her and Mo Chenyan here, even if she breaks her throat, no one will come to save her, and she can't eat the loss in front of her, so he will do whatever he tells him to do. Who let her die badly to meet this child-faced old demon!

"If you know your mistakes, you must not stay in bed from tomorrow and get up early to practice. ”

Ink Dust: "That's not right. ”

"What's wrong?" Ling Caiwei retorted to him impatiently.

She failed to kill Yan Wuxing in the Emerald Red Mansion. He was knocked unconscious by the ink dust and brought to this cave. He didn't say why, he forced her to learn martial arts every day.

Ling Caiwei knew that she had disappeared out of thin air like this, Nan Ronglie, Gu Taolai, and Yumeng would be so anxious that they would definitely look for her everywhere. She had to go back immediately. Let them know she's still alive.

At the beginning, her father taught her. She refused to learn martial arts. Now that she has passed the age of peace, she missed the best time to practice martial arts, and let her spend more than ten or twenty years learning martial arts. It's a dream.

She did not hesitate to refuse the ink dust and went on a hunger strike in the hope that he would see his determination to send her back.

But this ink dust smoke seems to be more stubborn than her, she doesn't eat, he gives her the true qi in her body, day by day, not only did she not starve to death, but also felt that there is a true qi running in her body every day, the whole person is full of energy, walking with light steps, eyesight is better than before, and even the cliff behind the opposite waterfall can be seen clearly.

After persisting for ten days, she finally gave in and obediently worshiped Mo Chenyan as her teacher.

The reason is ridiculous.

On the tenth day, Mo Chenyan saw her lying on the bed and did not move, estimating that she was hungry to the limit, so he went down the mountain to buy some things that girls love to eat and brought them back to lure her to eat.

As soon as he left, Ling Caiwei forced herself to get up. Although there was the true qi he infused in her body, after all, she had not eaten for nine days, and she was already reaching the limit, she walked out of the cave slowly, and her eyes were dazzled by the dazzling sunlight.

When she saw her surroundings clearly, she simply sat on the ground and didn't want to get up.

Straight up and down the cliff, it is impossible for people without martial arts to leave this cliff.

The waterfall on the opposite side was rushing straight down, the sound was like thunder, and the flying mist stirred up splashed on her face like rain, with coolness.

She couldn't beat him, and he searched for the poison on his body, and he didn't know where to hide it.

She couldn't force him to take her away, so she could only use the tactic of delaying the army, first agree to his request to learn martial arts, and then leave when she had the opportunity.

Ling Caiwei sat on the empty cliff floor, staring at the surging roar of the waterfall, and her panicked heart gradually firmed.

She turned back into the cave again, leaning against the wall and touching the beautiful hole where the ink dust lived, trying to find her own self-defense poison.

The Xiudong where Mo Chenyan lives is as neat and clean as his people, the stone bed is empty, and a stone table is placed in the middle, and there is a set of white-glazed tea sets on the table. A group of finely made mahogany wardrobes were placed against the cliff wall, and when Ling Caiwei opened the cabinet door, there was nothing in it except two sets of clothes and two pairs of shoes.

She was reluctant to go to the stone bed to check again. Actually, there's nothing on it, it's clear at a glance.

Ling Caiwei didn't give up, and climbed into the bed to find that there was a gap between the stone bed and the cliff wall, just enough to stretch a hand into it.

She curiously reached in and touched her hand, from the head of the bed to the end of the bed, but found nothing, and when she was about to pull her hand out, she suddenly felt a sharp pain in her middle finger like a pinprick, as if something had stung her.

Since you make me hurt, don't live anymore. Instead of pulling her hand back, she pressed it down hard, and she felt a "thud", and a stream of cold liquid hit her fingers.

At the same time, I felt my fingertips touch something hard.

She endured the pain and lay on the bed, and reached in with both hands at the same time to pull out a roll of bamboo slips from it, on which lay the corpse of a big scorpion, Ling Caiwei saw that her fingers were full of red blood, and her middle finger was swollen.

It seems that it was this scorpion that stung himself just now. She has seen this kind of poisonous insect a lot in the military camp, although it is twice as large as the average scorpion, but she has heard her mother say that the bigger the scorpion, the less toxic.

It is estimated that this scorpion has been hiding in it for an unknown amount of time, and when he saw that she seemed to be encroaching on its nest, he moved to kill her. The reflex of ordinary people who are stung by a scorpion must be to immediately avoid and check the wound, and then the scorpion takes the opportunity to escape.

It's just that Ling Caiwei has a different temperament, since she has been injured, it will be useless for her to hide, it is better to take revenge directly before it escapes.

This scorpion was unfortunate and met Ling Caiwei, so he had to accept his fate.

In disgust, she picked up the bamboo slip and threw the scorpion's corpse to the ground, ran to the table again, poured a cup of water from the teapot, and put her blood-stained fingers into the cup where the ink dust smoke drank water, and stirred it, and the water in the white-glazed tea bowl turned dark red.

Ling Caiwei stared at the water in which she washed her hands, wondering.

The blood of the scorpion is blue, why is the blood of this scorpion red? Is it highly poisonous?

Ling Caiwei hurriedly put her cleaned middle finger into her mouth, trying to suck out the venom inside, but who knew that the wound that had been bitten by the scorpion actually emitted a pungent fishy smell, and she was disgusted, she quickly threw her hand aside, pouted on the ground and retched.

Suddenly, a wave of dizziness hit her brain, and Ling Caiwei only felt that the flower in front of her fainted again.

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The joy of writing a book is that some people are willing to subscribe, some people are not hesitant to compliment, and some people are willing to vote directly for recommendations and monthly passes. Haha, this fun of mine is my desire, can someone help me achieve it?

PS: Today is 521, the day is also very special, no one wants to be allied? No one surprises? (rub your eyes with your hands, cry for a while.) ）

(To be continued.) )