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For three days and three nights, Nangong Mu never stopped, except for hunting game and baking and eating, the rest of the time he spent on the cultivation of internal strength recovery. It wasn't until the early morning of the fourth day that he finally let himself go back to the cave to rest, because at this time, his internal strength had recovered to the realm of a fifth-rate low-hand, and then, it was time to cultivate internal strength and swordsmanship at the same time.

Lying on the soft soil, it didn't take a few minutes to fall asleep. During this time, Nangong Mu was really tired, his body was tired, and his heart was also very tired. It's not easy for a 16-year-old kid to survive. Coupled with the three days of sleepless cultivation, Nangong Mu's body was even more exhausted.

Outside the cave, the wind and the sun were beautiful, and it was extremely peaceful and clean, and the only sounds were the happy birds, the butterflies and bees that came to collect honey, and the branches and leaves blown by the mountain wind.

Time passed quickly, and it was soon noon, and it was at this moment that a loud cry broke the silence.

"Ah~~~"

The voice sounded, very sad. Immediately, he saw Nangong Mu rushing out of the cave, shouting with a painful face: "Why! Why! Come out! Get out of here!"

It turned out that after he woke up, he was about to start practicing swordsmanship, but when he urged his internal force to comprehend the swordsmanship, he found that the internal force he had worked hard to recover for three days and three nights was gone, and he had returned to the realm of a seventh-rate mediocre person.

How did Nangong Mu know that while he was asleep, the Silver Moon Divine Sword became restless again, like a hungry man seeing a table of delicacies, and he opened his mouth to eat. In this way, the internal strength that Chu Yao had worked so hard to recover was cleaned up by the Silver Moon Divine Sword.

At this time, Nangong Mu felt that this Silver Moon Divine Sword was not a divine sword, but a magic sword, a magic sword that he couldn't get along. Because of it, he brought disaster to himself, and the Qianling Sword Sect was wiped out by the greedy enemy, making him an orphan. Because of it, he was a quasi-second-rate master, and in an instant, he became a seventh-rate mediocrity that almost anyone could bully.

I thought it could stay in the dantian well, but who knows, it actually stole the internal strength that it had worked hard for three days and three nights to recover. If we continue like this, won't we be able to stand still forever? How can we talk about revenge and other important things?

Therefore, what Nangong Mu wanted most at the moment was to let the Silver Moon Divine Sword come out, no longer in his dantian, and no longer let it absorb his own internal force. He patted his dantian vigorously and tried to communicate with the Silver Moon Divine Sword. But the Silver Moon Divine Sword was like a sleeping child, no matter how Nangong Mu called, it didn't react at all.

"Come out! you come out for me......"

"Ah~~~"

Suddenly, a loud shout interrupted Nangong Mu's movements, and he looked up and followed the sound.

A figure was falling from a cliff in the mountains, smashing the occasional small trees growing on the cliff wall. The man screamed in panic as he fell.

"It's ......"

Seeing this, Nangong Mu forgot his business for a while, stared at the falling figure with his eyes, and quickly transferred from the top of the cliff to the bottom of the mountain, thinking to himself What the hell is going on, could it be the herb picker who fell down?

Rumble!

With a loud bang, the earth seemed to tremble slightly, and Nangong Mu's heart also trembled in this loud noise. Without thinking about it so much, Nangong Mu ran towards the place where the figure fell. Although he knew that it would be bad luck after falling from such a high place, Nangong Mu still hoped to see a living person, even if he was seriously injured, it was better than death.

The place where the figure fell was not far from the place where Nangong Mu was cultivating, only two or three hundred meters, and Nangong Mu quickly arrived here. Looking at the scene in front of him, Nangong Mu was stunned, and some didn't dare to approach, for fear that he wouldn't want to see a scene.

Here, there are broken branches and fallen leaves everywhere, and the openings are very new, which must have been caused by the body of the person who fell. At the same time, it also made Nangong Mu wonder whether the person who fell at this time would be torn apart by the branches along the way, or even directly disintegrated and turned into flesh and blood.

"Whew~~~"

With a long breath, Nangong Mu still decided to go over and take a look, no matter what, if he saw this, he had to lend a helping hand. Even if the other party is dead, you have to help put him in the ground.

Whoa, whoa, whoa......

Brushing aside the broken branches and leaves of the trees, Nangong Mu approached the center of the fall step by step, praying in his heart, he must not die, even if he is dead, he must not die without a corpse. Although Nangong Mu had killed people and seen blood sprayed, it was a battle, and it was his own extermination, so he was not afraid at all.

But now it's different, if you see a piece of flesh and blood corpses here and there, Nangong Mu is sure that he will definitely vomit until he faints.

Fortunately, the situation was not so bad, although the blood was spilled all over the ground, the whole person was still intact and was not disintegrated by the branches along the way. This made Nangong Mu breathe a long sigh of relief, patted his chest gently, and slowly approached the body that smashed a shallow pit on the ground.

Squatting, reaching out, flipping the person over, finally seeing the person's appearance clearly. Judging from his face, this person should be around fifty years old, with two mustaches. Although he was scratched a lot, he could still conclude that he was a beautiful man when he was young.

Nangong Mu freed up a hand and slowly stretched it out to this person's nostrils, holding a glimmer of hope.

"It's still angry!" Nangong Mu exclaimed, very stunned in his heart. This cliff is two or three hundred meters high, and there is still a breath when he falls, and this person's luck is not ordinarily good. In other words, his body bones are extremely strong, resisting the huge shock force and retaining a glimmer of life.

Nangong Mu gently laid this person down, he knew that he couldn't move casually, lest the broken bones pierce the internal organs or cut the blood vessels, hastening death.

"No matter, look at my current internal strength, can I help you. ”

As he spoke, Nangong Mu reached out to untie this person's tattered clothes, wanting to use his weak internal force to protect this person's heart. But just when he untied his clothes, he was attracted by the bronze sign that slipped from his clothes, rubbed his eyes and looked at it intently. At this moment, Nangong Mu's face became gloomy, his teeth were clenched, and his fists were clenched.

The bronze plaque that fell out is a token of this person's sect and a symbol of this person's identity.