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The next moment, Mu Yu was held down by the three of them and began to beat him violently.

In hand-to-hand combat, it is difficult for two fists to reach four hands.

Mu Yu received a lot of punches and kicks, but he didn't care at all, because he had Xuantian Yang Jade in his body, not only could he defend, but he could also bounce back the opponent's attack and catch the opponent off guard.

Because of their hatred for Mu Yu, the three inner disciples all used all their strength, eager to blow him up.

In this case, the rebound of the three people was also very strong, and they were bounced off one by one in surprise without any defense.

The next moment, Mu Yu turned over and stood up, his hands flexed his fingers and flicked continuously, and the three stacks of slashes broke through the air, splashing dazzling blood flowers, accompanied by an angry roar.

Rushing up angrily, Mu Yu's hand was lighter than before, but he focused on his eyes, nose, and mouth, and beat the three of them into pigs' heads.

When the inner disciples who were watching the battle saw this, they were all stunned.

Obviously, the three inner disciples have already held down Mu Yu, and they have already taken the advantage, who wants to change hands after the blink of an eye, Mu Yu actually won, this is simply unreasonable.

"Hand over the Qi Gathering Pill on your body, and then get out of here!"

The four inner disciples came while they were in good spirits, and they returned in defeat, one by one they were dejected, and they were not lightly injured.

Mu Yu got four bottles of Qi Gathering Pills, a total of thirteen, all of which were sect benefits that the four of them had not finished.

After driving away the four people, Mu Yu continued to collect medicine and did not give up halfway.

At dusk in the afternoon, Mu Yu finally collected all ten black spirit orchids, which was considered to have completed the first task.

On the way back, Mu Yu took a detour, not wanting to take the initiative to cause trouble.

The next day, Mu Yu went to the Purple Bamboo Forest and saw the so-called Purple Tear Bamboo.

The bamboos are not large, the surface is light purple, and there are a few tear stains, which looks very realistic.

Mu Yu tried it with a machete, and directly bounced Mu Yu's hand away with a knife, leaving only a shallow trace on the bamboo.

There were thirty or forty inner disciples cutting bamboo in the purple bamboo forest, and the sound of ping-pong was endless.

Mu Yu chose a place with few people and began to cut down hard, feeling very difficult.

Dozens of meters away, there was a disciple who was not good-looking and was very good at cutting bamboo, others could only cut one bamboo in more than half an hour, but this disciple could cut three bamboos in half an hour, which shocked Mu Yu.

Observing carefully, Mu Yu discovered the mystery.

That disciple was particular about choosing bamboo every time, and he specially selected two bamboos that were three feet apart and used the method of swinging the knife back and forth.

Because the purple tear bamboo is as hard as iron, you have to go hard to leave traces when you buy it once, and the rebound is extremely strong.

That disciple made reasonable use of the power of rebound and effectively improved efficiency.

And when the wrist turned, the machete in his hand rotated and rolled, becoming extremely sharp.

This disciple not only cut down to earn pills, but also practiced the sword technique diligently by the way, which can be described as killing two birds with one stone.

Mu Yu was touched, and he also learned, and felt that his efficiency had been greatly improved, and his wrist flexibility had also been enhanced a lot.

Suddenly, the sound of a flute echoes in the purple bamboo forest, and the beating notes carry a cheerful beat, giving people a feeling of relaxation and joy.

Everyone subconsciously stopped, listening carefully to the moving sound of the flute, as if they saw that in the depths of the bamboo forest, there was a slender figure playing the flute alone.

Mu Yu listened to it for a long time, and felt that the sound of this flute was very wonderful, pleasant to the ear, like a heavenly sound, which made people yearn for it.

Mu Yu got up to look for it and slowly walked into the depths of the bamboo forest.

There are many disciples like him, and everyone is looking for the source of the sound of the flute, but the bamboo forest is deep and secluded, and the closer he gets, the more hazy the sound of the flute becomes.

A strange feeling emerged in Mu Yu's heart, as if something was blocked in his heart but he couldn't say it.

The sound of the flute is very mysterious, and different people feel that it is coming from different directions after listening to it.

Mu Yu followed his feelings and slowly entered the depths of the Purple Bamboo Forest.

This bamboo forest covers an area of thousands of acres, with tens of thousands of purple bamboos, and everyone quickly dispersed.

The forest was quiet, and no movement could be heard except for the sound of the flute.

Mu Yu walked a little dazed for half an hour, he didn't know where he was, anyway, he was still in the bamboo forest, and the direction and direction had long been lost.

The light in the forest is a little dim, and the bamboo in front of you is getting denser, making it more and more difficult to walk through.

Mu Yu's speed became slower and slower, almost to the point where he couldn't move forward.

Suddenly, Mu Yu felt a faint light flash in front of him, as if something was shaking in front of him.

After taking a closer look, Mu Yu didn't find anything abnormal at first glance, but after carefully observing for a while, among the many bamboos, there was a small bamboo that caught Mu Yu's attention.

The bamboo grew in a bush of bamboos, and the nearby bamboos were so dense that they surrounded it in a circle to protect it.

Mu Yu is dozens of meters apart, and there is a bamboo to cover it, so he can't see it clearly at all.

But Mu Yu felt that this bamboo was strange and wanted to step forward to figure it out.

The bamboos in the Purple Bamboo Forest were very hard, and Mu Yu had wasted all his strength to move forward a few meters, which made him almost crazy.

However, having come to this point, it is impossible for Mu Yu to go back, so he can only continue to move forward.

Half an hour later, Mu Yu struggled and finally saw the tiny bamboo clearly.

This bamboo is very strange and has a rather peculiar shape.

From a distance, it is just a small purple bamboo, with a dark purple color all over, which is different from all the light purple bamboos in the forest, and there is a clear difference.

Looking closely, the lower end of this small purple bamboo is actually made of two thumb-sized purple bamboos growing together crosswise, growing into a 'heart' ring, one of which continues to grow upward, that is, the small purple bamboo that Mu Yu saw in the distance.

The other one is long down, obliquely inserted in the center of the 'heart ring', only a little more than a foot long, and it looks like an arrow piercing the heart, and it is also a bit like an arrow of love.

Mu Yu looked at this scene blankly, he couldn't believe his eyes, is there really such a natural wonder in the world?

The heart-shaped bamboo ring, a piece of bamboo diagonally inserted in the middle, is not only an arrow through the heart, but also an arrow love.

What's even more special is the section of bamboo that is obliquely inserted in the middle of the heart ring, crystal clear, purple jade wins snow, covered with delicate patterns, and there are six natural holes, from which the pleasant sound of the flute comes from.

Mu Yu found the source of Xiao Sheng, but the result made him unbelievable.

This turned out to be the sound of the natural purple jade flute, if you didn't see it with your own eyes, I'm afraid no one would believe it.

Mu Yu looked at all this blankly, and woke up for a long time, he wanted to take off the purple jade flute, but he thought that he couldn't blow the flute, so why bother to destroy all this?

Mu Yu smiled complicatedly and left quietly.

The sound of the flute echoes in the purple bamboo forest, looming, coming and going, telling its story.

In the depths of the bamboo forest, a quiet figure stared at Mu Yu's back, and a trace of ripples appeared in his clear and bright eyes.

At dusk, the sound of the flute died suddenly, and since that day, no one has heard the pleasant sound of the flute in this bamboo forest.

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