Half a month ago.

"Mu Jiu, you can go."

On top of a towering peak.

Take a step forward, and you will be in the abyss.

The waterfall that seems to be the Milky Way falling for nine days flows straight down to 3,000 feet, and the fog lingers and the mist is filled.

And on the top of this peak, there is a young woman.

This girl is Su Mujiu, a beautiful girl studying in a double-first-class university.

Right now, she is facing the most important threshold in her nineteen-year-old life.

Su Mujiu took a deep breath, she took the ring from her wrist and tied a ponytail for herself at will.

Her heart was beating wildly, and every inch of her blood couldn't help but boil.

On the one hand, it comes from nervousness and uneasiness, and on the other hand, it is excited by excitement.

Master said that if she crosses this hurdle of fate, she will be prosperous and prosperous in the rest of her life.

Her hands clenched into fists, and she felt as if she had wealth in her hands.

"Mu Jiu, go down."

When Su Mujiu was still building his heart, the melodious, with an otherworldly, as if he had seen life and death in the world, sounded again, urging Su Mujiu to start acting.

Su Mujiu mustered up her courage, she stepped away from her sneakers-wearing legs, and approached the cliff step by step.

The closer she got, the thicker the mist became, and even the moist sensation that came to her face made her like a fan with a drop or two of water hanging on her eyelashes.

Su Mujiu narrowed her eyes and cautiously leaned downward.

There is no bottom in sight.

The next second, she retreated again.

She turned her head, her pretty little face wrinkled, and said pitifully, "Master, although I know that this is the critical moment that will determine my fate, but really let me jump, I ······ My legs are shaking. “

Standing behind Su Mujiu was a man in a red robe and a string of Buddhist beads in his hand, with a pair of eyes as calm as the sky and a smile on his face.

No matter how you look at it, it looks like a high-ranking monk.

This is the master that Su Mujiu has recognized for nineteen years.

"In the past 19 years, I have taught you Liuhe Boxing, Shaolin Luohan Boxing, Prajna Zen Palm, Great Wisdom Without Fixed Fingers, Dragonfly Dotting Water Light Gong and Lifting Longitudinal Techniques, etc., in order to let you get through this hurdle. Mu Jiu, what are you afraid of? ”

Obviously, Su Mujiu's coquettish technique, which has been tried and tested, does not work at all in the eyes of her master.

"But ······"

said so, but Su Mujiu was still afraid.

Just jump from such a high waterfall, even if she has mastered the eighteenth class, and even the light skills that are rumored in the outside world have reached the peak level, it is difficult to guarantee that she will be safe and sound.

What's more important, Su Mujiu is afraid of heights!

At the time of the stalemate between the two sides.

Suddenly, the originally clear sky and cloudless sky gradually converged into layers of clouds, as if pressing in the direction where the two of them were.

There is a great momentum of thousands of troops and iron horses.

The wind was blowing, and Su Mujiu's sweatpants were swaying with the wind.

And the master who was dressed in a robe and looked like he was out of the dust, Su Mujiu's master, looked at the stormy posture, and he said eloquently: "Since Mu Jiu can't move forward, I will help you for the teacher." ”

"So, Master, are you going to suffer for me? I said that there must be a stand-in technique, so there is Master Lao—ah—"

Before Su Mujiu's words full of joy and excitement were finished, her body felt a gust of wind coming, and then she was uncontrollably pushed out of the cliff and fell into the waterfall.

Su Mujiu felt that her body was extraordinarily light, and she didn't even have time to perform light skills before she felt that there seemed to be a powerful magnetic field in the waterfall, which swept her into it.

Her body floated and sank in the waterfall, falling with the splash.

The splash made her unable to open her eyes, and gradually, she felt as if everything around her was cut off, and she was in a vacuum.

She couldn't hear anything, she couldn't see any view.

She just felt as if her body was being pulled into an endless black hole.

She wanted to struggle to escape, and she wanted to escape with the eighteenth class.

However, it seems that she has lost control of her body.

The body was limp and seemed to have lost all its strength.

What followed was the engulfing fatigue, which made her unable to control it anymore and fell into a coma.

And the enlightened monk never moved his body from beginning to end.

The wind is fluttering, his clothes are fluttering, and the bones are fairy.

"Everything is a certainty, and the rest is up to your own creation." After the master said this, he turned away without hesitation.

On the top of the empty peak, there is no longer any figure.

The sky that was originally hazy and heavy was as Su Mujiu fell, and the clouds and mist were removed, and the sun shone down, shining on the waterfall.

······

Su Mujiu, who was withdrawn from his memories, smelled the fragrant air, and his hands couldn't stop rejoicing.

Freedom~

She Su Mujiu is here!

Su Mujiu closed her eyelashes and couldn't help but open her arms, wanting to welcome this beautiful moment.

But at this moment, she felt as if something cold was in her throat.

Her eyes opened slightly.

I saw the man sitting on the iron horse, with a murderous aura and cold eyes, he was the general who had just finished slaughtering the slave village.

At this moment, he was holding a long sword and striking straight at Su Mujiu's throat.

If she dares to move forward one point, it will be a life-threatening end.

Su Mujiu's eyes flashed.

Damn, she got carried away, she didn't even feel the breath of this person, and she was caught.

"Eh, this suave and majestic general, is there anything wrong? I'm just a villager in the neighborhood, going up to the mountains to hunt, hehe. ”

Su Mujiu was playing haha, while carefully pinching the long sword with his hand, wanting to remove the sharp sword.

The thin sword seemed to be embedded here, and it didn't move.

And sitting on top of the iron horse, the general who was full of gloom, as if he had come from hell, was unmoved.

Obviously, this set of Su Mujiu's rhetoric is not convincing at all.

"You are Su Linglong?" This person asked coldly at this moment, the voice was neither salty nor light, but it was just confirming Su Mujiu's identity.

Su Linglong?

The name······

！！！

Su Mujiu remembered, this name is the original name of the owner of this body.

"It seems so." The general said coldly, and then stabbed the sharp sword towards Su Mujiu.