Ma Yun only felt that his whole body was in pain, without any strength, and his mind was a little unconscious.

"Alas, 'the heavens will descend on the people, and they must first suffer their minds, strain their muscles and bones, starve their bodies and skins, empty their bodies, and act chaotically, so they are motivated to endure and benefit from what they can't', I absolutely have all of them, and it happened at the same time, how much responsibility is this to be reduced! ”

Just as he was thinking about it, he seemed to feel some water flowing from the corner of his mouth, and he pursed his chapped mouth, "That's right, it's water!" he hurriedly sucked the water greedily.

"Big brother, drink slowly. Hearing the voice, his swollen eyes barely opened a slit, and he saw Ling'er's immature face, holding a water bag and pouring water into his mouth.

"Ling'er, it's you!" these words almost used up all his strength.

"Big brother, don't talk, drink some water first. Ma Yun closed his eyes, subconsciously drank the water in the water bag, and fell asleep in a daze.

When he woke up again, Ling'er was gone, but his consciousness was much clearer, and he finally had a trace of strength in his body. The strength of that qi is too weak, and you can open your eyes without even turning your head. Lying in pain and weakness made Ma Yun very desperate, and in desperation, he gathered the only remaining strength in his body in the dantian, and habitually operated according to the mental method of "Tiangang Hood".

In such cases, the pain of tearing the heart is everywhere it passes, and there is no need for external stimulation at all. I don't know how long it took me, but I finally got my mind running completely for a week. What lifted his spirits was that after a week's operation, that strength had increased by three points. In the past, the cultivation of the "Tiangang Hood" mental method was all operated under the full power of energy, and the improvement every Sunday was almost imperceptible. This time, the strength is too weak, and the effect of the improvement is obvious in a week.

"Big brother, come and get some water. Ling'er fed him water with a water bag through the iron cage.

"Thanks to this little girl, I don't know if I would have survived this hurdle. As soon as he swallowed a few mouthfuls of water, the water bag on the side of his mouth suddenly flew to the side, and then Ling'er cried.

"Dead girl, get out of here, what are you doing sneaking around here. If Ma Yun has anything else at this time, it is that he is angry in his heart, seeing that Ling'er was kicked far away, and it took him half a day to get up, his heart was extremely angry.

"I'm going to survive, I'm going to kill these brutes!" he noticed that the water bag seemed to have fallen into the iron cage and hadn't been taken away.

"As long as there is water, I can live. "Abandon all distracting thoughts, and concentrate on the operation of the "Tiangang Cover" mental method. Although this mental method is not a very advanced exercise, it is still good for the recovery of injuries, especially for those skin injuries that have been whipped, after a few weeks of operation, the strength has not improved much, but the feeling of pain all over the body has disappeared a lot.

Ma Yun was finally able to move, it was late at night, and a few torches were lit around the iron cage. No one cared about the actions of the dying man in the cage, he moved to the place of the water bag little by little, and there was indeed a small half bag of water in the water bag. He gulped down the water and threw the bag out of the cage so that he would not be discovered during the day.

During the day, Ma Yun continued to pretend that he couldn't move, but in fact he had been secretly operating his mental method. At this time, he already had the strength to move, and the trauma on his body began to scarre, that is, he had not eaten food for several days, and he was hungry.

Ling'er came quietly again, the little girl was much smarter this time, this time she threw a piece of cake at him while no one was paying attention, and picked up the water bag on the ground. Ma Yun pressed the piece of cake under him, and only took it out at night and devoured it, and not long after eating, he felt much more comfortable, and his strength suddenly recovered a lot.

The next morning, while he was still lying down and pretending not to move, two minions came. "This guy has been lying like this for a few days, so let's feed it to Ah Fu!"

"What to feed, how many people Afu has eaten these days, I guess I can't eat it anymore. Let's see if you can move, and if you can't, just drop off the cliff. Ma Yun remembered that he vaguely heard what the third master said before he fell into a coma, and thought about it in his heart, feeling that with his current physical state, even if he escaped from the cage, it would be difficult to escape from the cottage, so it was better to plan it.

So he snorted and sat up slowly. "Oh, this guy isn't dead yet, he actually sat up. Then throw it in the mines. The two opened the cage and set up Ma Yun, dragging him to a cliff.

"I'm rubbing, didn't you say that you lost the mine, how did you get to the edge of the cliff, I can't be thrown down by them. Just as Ma Yun was preparing to resist, a squeaky sound sounded, and an iron hanging basket appeared. The two pushed him into the hanging basket, which slowly sank down the cliff.

Ma Yun saw clearly in the hanging basket that under the cliff was a ten-acre open space, surrounded by cliffs. There were many people in the open space, all of them in rags, unkempt, skinny, and bruised, carrying things laboriously with shackles and leg shackles, and some big men with long whips stood in the crowd, whipping them from time to time.

Some of them fell suddenly, and the big men came forward with a violent beating, and the fallen ones barely stood up and went back to work, while some of the fallen people could not get up no matter how they were beaten, and finally remained motionless, and were dragged away by their feet, and never to be seen again.

"Bang dang", the iron hanging basket finally fell to the ground, and several large knives were placed around his neck through the fence.

"It's the No. 88 set again! This No. 88 set is really diligent in the substitution, and it has only been replaced again in a few days.

"Die early and get rich early!" "Hahaha!" Several of the guards of the hanging basket laughed maniacally.

"Nima's, what should I be a set, it turned out to be shackles and leg irons, and Nima numbered! It's still eighty-eight, send it to your sister!" Seeing what was in front of him, Ma Yun was very helpless.

"It's so heavy, how can you work!" responded to him with a fierce whip.

"Less nonsense, more work. Without a moment's pause, he was dragged to a large hole several meters high, and those who entered were empty-handed, and those who came out were holding or carrying a large black stone, and before they could see what was going on, they were pushed into the hole.

"Hurry up and go in and work, see how they do it, you can do it, if you are lazy, just wait to eat the uncle's whip!" Ma Yun dragged the shackles into the cave, the cave was very deep, a torch was lit every few meters, and under the torch stood a guard, staring fiercely at the people who came and went.

After walking along the cave for about 100 meters, I came to a huge pit, the big pit was more than ten meters deep, nearly 100 meters wide, the pit wall was covered with a kind of dark and shiny stone, many people were holding iron pickaxes and crowbars were digging the pit wall, all the people were working in a daze, no one cared about such a stranger.

"What are you doing, go to work!" a whip fell on his back again. Ma Yun suppressed the anger in his heart, picked up an iron pickaxe on the ground, and dug up at a black stone. It would have been a piece of cake if he had been digging stones with a pickaxe in his prime, but now he has not healed from his serious injuries, he has not eaten for a long time, he still has shackles on his hands, and it is very difficult to lift an iron pickaxe, and it is even more weak to fall on a stone, and a stone has not been dug out for a long time.

"It's been so long that a piece of ore hasn't been planed, so I'm deliberately lazy, right?" In an instant, he received three more whips on his back, and the wound that had finally healed was cracked again.

"People have to bow their heads under the eaves, the hero can't eat the loss in front of him, the big husband can bend and stretch, and it's not too late for the gentleman to take revenge for ten years. Fueled by the rage, the power of the pickaxe was greater.

"Hmph, cheap bones, dare to be lazy in front of the uncle. The thug walked away satisfied.

Everything requires skills, and so does mining, when Ma Yun waved an iron pickaxe, he also had a little understanding of the iron pickaxe's power skills, especially when the iron pickaxe fell, the route of the power made him feel very familiar, and after thinking about it carefully, he finally found the reason. It turns out that the last section of the route to impact the "rejuvenation jue" is like this.

Thrilled by this discovery, he began to try to practice the "Rejuvenation Technique" while wielding an iron pickaxe, and soon merged the rhythm of the two. It saves a lot of effort to lift the iron pickaxe in this way, but the power of the falling iron pickaxe is much greater, and what makes him even happier is that his strength has increased little by little in the process of mining like this.

With a "click", the basin-sized ore was finally dug down, and then following the example of others, he picked up the ore and walked out of the cave.

"Rest, eat!" shouted one of the guards as he struck a large gong. This is probably the most beautiful sentence Ma Yun has heard since he was caught here. But when he saw the food, he couldn't help but feel sick: there were many insects floating in the rancid soup, and green spots had grown on the steamed buns. That's a lot worse than the food he had to survive alone in the wild.

But even so, when he saw that many people were still eating and drinking, he was full of emotion in his heart. "I want to live, I want to escape, I want revenge. Ma Yun gritted his teeth and ate the food, although it was disgusting, but after all, it was food, and after eating, his physical strength recovered a little.

"Hurry up and get to work when you're done!" followed by the rapid sound of whips and the screams of the people.

Finally, in the evening, after another equally disgusting meal, he and the men walked out of the cave and were locked up in another cave. It was probably the happiest time for the group, as people began to get together and talk about something, with the occasional laugh.

Ma Yun suddenly noticed a group of people: there were about a dozen people in that group, and Qin Ming was also inside. He hurried over to him. "Brother Qin!" "It's you!" "Little brother!" Qin Ming was surprised and delighted. "I woke up a little before you, and they left me here. I think I'll wake up, and my little brother will be fine. ”

Ma Yun talked about how Ling'er helped him, and everyone was very happy to hear the news that Ling'er was safe. There were a few other people in the valley in this group, but they didn't see the scholar. Hu Lie said that the scholar was taken away not long after he was imprisoned here, and he was never seen again.

As for the children and women who were taken away, they were held in other places, and their fate is unknown.