It had been a day since Mo Wen woke up from his slumber, and he was in pain all over, so Mo Wen got up and breathed for a while before looking at the surrounding environment. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

The dungeon was very damp, the smell of decay could be smelled, the dungeon was empty, Mo Wen smiled bitterly, it seemed that he was the first 'guest' in this dungeon, at this moment, a coughing sound came from a dark corner.

Mo Wen was startled, and quickly turned around, but he didn't notice that there was someone behind him: "Who?" ”

The person in the corner said coldly: "Ask a fart, can you still know the old man?" ”

Mo Wen was originally a little depressed in his heart, but after listening to this very unfriendly voice, his face sank slightly: "Who is Your Excellency?" So rude. ”

"Yo, stinky boy, I actually put up a score in front of the old man, I want to know who the old man is, just come in and see it yourself."

Mo Wen snorted coldly, slowly walked to the corner, and when he got closer, he saw an old man covered in stains and messy hair, and the pipa bones on both sides were locked by iron rings, Mo Wen's eyebrows were tightly locked, and he also felt some guilt for the tone he had just said: "That...... Old-timer, I ...... just now Junior, it's rude. ”

The old man laughed: ", what kind of rudeness is not rude, the old man has become like this." ”

Mo Wen got closer, and pulled the chain that locked the old man, and the old man smiled: "Boy, what's the matter, do you still want to save the old man?" This is made by Han Tie, which was specially built by Yu Hongsheng in order to lock me back then. ”

Mo Wenyi frowned: "Yu Hongsheng? ”

The old man leaned his face in front of Mo Wen, and the pungent stench hit, but Mo Wen didn't pay much attention to it, but it made the old man feel a little good: "How did you kid come in?" Yu Hongsheng doesn't know each other? No, with your strength, you are qualified to come to this dungeon? ”

Mo Wen frowned slightly: "Senior, you and I are both subordinate prisoners, how can subordinate prisoners still be qualified?" ”

The old man smiled: "Those who can come here were all famous in the rivers and lakes back then, and with your skills, if anyone here wants to kill you, it is like pinching an ant to death." ”

Mo Wen turned around and looked at it again: "Senior, you really know how to joke, where is there anyone here besides you and me?" ”

The old man pouted to the side and said, "Go over and see, what is that?" ”

Mo Wen leaned over along the place pointed by the old man, clicked, as if stepping on a dead branch, looked down, and saw that it was white bones all over the ground, Rao is Mo Wen has also seen dead people, and even killed people, but at first glance when he saw so many white bones, he still felt creepy, and staggered two steps.

The old man laughed: "Isn't it scared?" The old man is fateful, they have been dead for I don't know how long, but unfortunately all the meat has been eaten by mice, and the old man has not eaten a bite. ”

Mo Wen Wenyan's goosebumps all over his body rose, and his stomach churned, this old man can't really eat human flesh, right?

The old man looked at Mo Wen's appearance and laughed again: "Boy, are you afraid?" Don't worry, the old man has been bored for so long, and you just happened to accompany the old man to relieve his boredom, how could the old man eat you. ”

Mo Wen took a breath and said, "Senior, how long have you been locked up here. ”

"Where does the old man remember, look at the chain on the old man's body, it has grown dead in the flesh, how young are you? Forget it, don't talk about me, who did you kid learn martial arts from, and his internal strength is so poor. ”

Mo Wen said: "My master is ......" Speaking of this, Mo Wen suddenly paused, remembered Ye Zheng's entrustment, and immediately closed his mouth.

The old man listened halfway, and when he saw that Mo Wen suddenly stopped talking, he hurriedly urged: "How can you kid talk halfway?" The old man is still waiting here! ”

"Senior, I'm sorry, Master explained that he wouldn't let me replace his name." Don't ask.

Instead of feeling displeased, the old man suddenly realized and said, "Oh, that's right, it's right, it's really embarrassing for you to learn like this and tell who the master is, hehe." ”

Mo Wen suddenly felt very embarrassed, and said with some unconvincing: "Senior, the junior is just seventeen years old this year, and he doesn't dare to say that he is one of the best in the sect, but he is also a leader." "This is true, Mo Wen learned martial arts from Ye Zheng, and he has also seen Lu Yifeng practice, although he is not comparable, it is not much different, and Lu Yifeng has practiced more than ten years more than himself.

The old man seemed to be taken aback: "What? Just you? Is it still the best in the sect? How bad your sect must be. ”

Mo Wen was a little angry: "Seniors, the younger generations are not good at learning arts, and they have nothing to do with the sect, so please be cautious when you say so." ”

"Hehe, okay, it seems that your kid is quite emotional, you have to get it, I won't say it, which sect are you from?"

"Purple Night Sword Sect."

The old man was slightly stunned: "Purple Night Sword Sect? The old man remembers, the head of the house is called Yijian, right? ”

"Senior, Yijian Ancestor is the previous sect master of our Purple Night Sword Sect, and the current sect master is my father Mo Daoyuan." When Mo Wen said this, he was a little proud.

The old man's eyes narrowed and said, "Mo Daoyuan? The old man remembers, this kid is good, he can be regarded as the leader of the younger generation, why is Mo Daoyuan your father? But the old man doesn't seem to be practicing the internal skills of the Zixiao Sword Sect? ”

Before Mo Wen could speak, the old man looked back and sighed: "Hey, when I saw Mo Daoyuan, he was still a child, and he was only thirteen or fourteen years old?" I can't imagine how many years have passed, and even his children are so old. ”

Mo Wen thought in his heart, how long has this old man been locked up, thinking of this, Mo Wen suddenly felt that the old man was a little pitiful, so he tried to pull the cold iron chain again, but in the end it was not moving, the old man quietly watched Mo Wen do all this: "Boy, don't bother, if the old man is not locked in this pipa bone, maybe he can still break free, with your current internal strength, not to mention such a thick iron chain, even if it is a needle, you may not be able to break free." ”

Mo Wen sat on the ground weakly: "Hey, forget it, even if we break free, we may not be able to get out of this dungeon." ”